Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 13:37:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Cooper <josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com>
Subject: HOMOgenized / Incest / Prologue

HOMOgenized

By

Josh Cooper

Hey guys, it's me, Daniel Baker, or Danny as my friends call me. Let me
tell you a little about me before I get into how I got HOMOgenized by the
men in my young life.

I'm sixteen and the only son of David and Bonnie Baker, but I was just
fifteen when I was turned. I wear my auburn hair just past my ears but not
quite to my shoulders, my need to revolt against rules I guess is why I
wore it long. I work out but I am not all that yet, with the key word being
yet. I want the kind of muscles like I see in the magazines and that my dad
has, but at the moment I have just a bulging here and there and the
beginnings of a six-pack. Hell, I want to be built like dad, broad
shoulders, chiseled pecks, washboard abs, and legs and arms that are solid
steel.

My dad has always been my hero, and until just over a year ago, he was in
the Marines as a drill sergeant. But mom ended his career when she decided
that dad's best friend Will, was what she rather have then dad. In fact she
wanted anything with a cock if the truth be told. Yeah that's right; mom
hauled her cookies each day after dad left, over to Will's house or anyone
else's house for that matter, and let them fuck her silly.

Well yeah dad found out, but only after half the base knew what his hot,
whore of a wife was doing with his friend. Me, fuck yeah I am bitter, what
she did to dad was unforgiveable. I watched my dad go from a happy go lucky
man to one that had no reason to get up except to stager to the
refrigerator for another beer.

Anyways, that's my background and now, a year later, dad and I are back
home in Tennessee. Oh he still drank like a fish when he was discharged and
we moved back home. Me, well I kept house, went to school and cooked for
dad, what the fuck, someone had to, or else I would be in the foster care
system and dad would be living on skid row.

Am I gay, maybe, but I liked was to dress up when I was alone in mom's
seductive dresses. I would put on her best dress, that cute black cocktail
dress that she said had men's eyes on her whenever she wore it. But first,
I would put on her bra, stuff it with my rolled up socks, which gave me
tits that looked killer. Then I would slip on her dress, stiletto heals,
took me a while to get use to walking in them, and do up my hair, face
until I looked like the carbon copy of my mom. The only difference was, I
had a dick.

Well back to my story. I was a few months ago and I was done with school
for the summer. Dad had lightened up on his drinking, just evenings and
weekends, and gotten a job as a heavy equipment operator with a local
construction company. I spent a lot of time alone at home, entertaining
myself with mom's clothing that I kept. I would doll up, parade around the
house like I was a glamorous woman.

Well it was this one time, I had just finished dressing up in a bright red
pair of mom's tight short shorts and with my hard, round ass, I looked like
a teenage bimbo ready to seduce some young football player. I had on some
of mom's old music from the disco period and was dancing my ass off as if I
had a real man watching. The only thing was, there had been a guy watching
me, the UPS man had come to the door.

Our front door had a large window on the upper half and had no real curtain
in it, hell guys; we were men and what man ever thought about curtains. All
the other windows had blinds which dad kept closed all the time.

Anyways, there I was dancing and using the broom as if it were some pole
and did my best seductive moves with it. The song had finally ended and
when I turned toward the door, there he was. I must have jumped a mile, he
rang the bell and I went to the door without regard of what I was
wearing. I was too stunned, having been watched that I forgot that I was
dolled up like some horny bitch as I hurried to the door and opened it.

"I have a package for a Mr. David Baker," he said with a sensuous smile.

I knew instantly that he had been watching me, because those brown shorts
were tenting and a wet spot had formed where his cock had leaked.

I opened the door fully and stepped aside so he, thinking me to a delicate
woman, to delicate to lift the package, carried the package inside.

"That's my dad," I said, still staring at his `package' as he set the box
down beside the door.

"That was some dance you were doing... do you always dance so seductively,"
he asked, his eyes searching the room to see if I was alone.

He was fucking gorgeous, standing well over six feet, built like an Adonis
with his dark blond hair and eyes as blue as ice. He flashed me a smile
with teeth so white that he should be advertizing toothpaste, not working
delivering packages.

"Do you always look into other people's windows and watch them?" I asked,
answering his question with a question.

"No, but if you notice, your window has no curtain or blind in it, so I
could not help noticing you as you danced. By the way, and I could get
fired for this, but you have one hot ass baby girl," he told me, and that
alone turned me on that he had taken me for a real girl.

He believed that I was a girl, that really did it for me and I decided
right there and then to seduce him. I stepped up to him and after I wrapped
my arms around his neck, I kissed him. He took the bait, jail bait as I
was, pulled me tightly to him and slipped his tongue deep into my mouth, as
my hand slid down and fondled that tenting package.

"If'n you keep that up little lady, you may end up getting more than you
bargained for," he said and then kissed me heatedly again.

"No one will be home until after six, so do you want to back up that threat
with actions," I asked him and again, he flashed me that Colgate smile.

"How old are you," he asked.

"Eighteen, why," I lied with a demure smile and batting my lush, long and
real eyelashes.

"I don't need to go to prison for slamming an underage pussy," he said as
he began to unbutton his shirt.

I stopped him, took him by the hand and walked him down the hall to my
bedroom. Once in the room, I turned and finished unbuttoning his shirt,
exposing a lush carpet of thick, light brown hair, which had two hard tall
nipples rising from it.

I splayed my hands through the soft curls, ran them up to his shoulders and
slid his shirt off. On the return trip back down his hard pecks, my fingers
pinched his nipples.

"You are so gonna get fucked every which way I know how," he said as he
pulled me tightly to him, our eyes meeting and holding.

"Maybe," I said as I worked his belt, button and zipper, letting those
brown shorts fall to the floor.

He kicked them aside, and stood there proud as could be in his red boxer
briefs. That cotton was not only stretched as far as possible, but possible
was leaking like a sieve, saturating them.

When he reached to undo my dress, I fell to my knees instead. It was then
that fear hit me, what if he beats me up, after all, he thinks that I am a
woman, I was thinking.

I placed my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pulled the front out
and past that throbbing manhood of his. It was cut, thick and stood a good
nine inches straight out, with a nice set of balls hanging beneath it.

"Like that little darling," he asked thickly with sexual need in his voice.

"Mmmmm," I moaned and wrapped my blushing pink colored lips around his
cock's head and swirled my tongue around it.

He moaned and thrust, trying to bury his sex down my throat. His was the
first cock that I had ever sucked, so I was not exactly good at it.

"Watch the teeth darling... I have already been circumcised," he told me
and I covered my teeth with my lips as I moved gingerly up and down his
shaft, well most of his shaft. "That's it baby doll, soft and easy," he
said as he tossed back his head, closed his eyes and just plain enjoyed my
cock sucking.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth and
after swallowing, down my throat.

He was thrusting hard and fast into my mouth and moaning so loud that I was
thankful that my closest neighbor was almost a mile away.

"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh fuck I'm cumming," he howled and bathed my throat with
thick hot liquid.

This was the first cum that I had ever tasted directly from the source. Of
course I had tasted my own, what teenager didn't? His was thick, salty but
oh so good and I swallowed fast but still lost some out of my mouth.

"Get up here you hot little slut," he said, pulling me to my feet and
licking the cum that was on my chin away with his tongue.

"Danny I'm home," my dad yelled out as he entered the house and I nearly
shit my pants right there.

Fred, that was the UPS man's name, he panicked big time. I whispered to him
to get dressed and ease out my bedroom window while I occupied dad. He
agreed and I, again forgetting how I was dressed, hurried out to the living
room.

"Bonnie," my shocked dad said, and it was then that I realized that I was
dressed as mom.

But before I could speak, he had pulled me to him and was kissing me. I
mean he was thrusting his tongue down my throat and had me so tightly to
him, that I could not breathe, but I loved being in his arms. He moaned, I
moaned and as the kiss deepened, I saw Fred sneaking by the window as he
hurried out to his truck. It was then that I saw his clipboard sitting on
the box and soon after our doorbell rang.

Dad pushed from me, looked at the door and saw Fred standing there. He gave
me a look and walked over to the door, opened it and stood there waiting.

"Excuse me sir, but when I delivered your package, I left my clip... oh
there it is," he said bending down to grab it.

"I was wondering where you were when I drove up," dad said, looking at him
suspiciously.

"I was in the back rearranging the next group of boxes for delivery," Fred
lied, but dad bought it. "Have a good day sir," he said and hurried away to
his truck.

Dad closed the door, took a deep breath and turned to look at me.

"So Bonnie, what do I owe this pleasure to," he asked, his hands on his
hips as he stood there waiting for me to answer him.

I was about to speak, but he held up his hand to stop me, walked over to me
and took me into his arms.

"I don't care why you are here honey, I have missed you so much," he said,
kissing me again as if our lives depended on it.

"What is that taste in your mouth," he asked after breaking our kiss.

"Lunch, Davy," I lied, using the name that mom always called him.

"God you look beautiful baby girl, younger and more ravishing then ever. So
tell me, why are you here," he asked again, and as before, he stopped me,
taking me by the hand and leading me down to his bedroom.

"Listen... before we..." I began, but a kiss stopped me dead in
mid-sentence.

"I don't care why you are here, just as long as you are here," dad
whispered against my lips.

My God dad was seductive; he began nibbling on my ear before his trailed
his lips down my neck, pausing long enough to brand me, or rather mom as he
thought. I became overpowered by his seduction and moved my hand to his
crotch, and I gasped aloud when I felt his erection.

I never saw my dad naked, but I had often wondered how endowed he was, and
now with my hand fondling him, I knew. He was fucking huge, good ten or
eleven inches I surmised. This had gone far enough, I needed to either tell
him the truth or run like hell from the house and figure out a way to get
out of mom's old clothes and into my own.

"Why don't you get ready and I'll just slip into the bathroom and get
comfortable," I suggested, using my best mom voice.

Dad began stripping and I hurried into the bathroom, stripped from mom's
clothes, tossed them out the window and then dressed in some of my dirty
ones that I pulled from the hamper. I nearly gagged smelling the stale
sweat from my jeans and shirt but it was better than being caught by dad,
dressed as mom.

I slid out the window, fell to the ground with a thump, and after picking
up and stashing away mom's clothes, I made a mad dash around the house and
in the front door.

"Hey dad, you're home early," I called out as I walked down the hall and
stood in the open doorway of his bedroom.

"Danny... oh God don't look I'm naked," he yelled at me and hurried to
cover himself when he saw me step into his room with my eyes focused on his
cock. "It's not what it looks like son, your mother is here," he said,
sitting up once he had covered his lower half with the bedspread.

"Mom is here... where," I asked, hating myself for lying to him.

Dad never stopped loving mom, yes he was hurt by her infidelity, but he
never once said I hate you, Bonnie. Now here he was, elated to have her
back in his house, his bed, and I had to break the truth to him.

"She's using the bathroom," he said with a smile that I had not seen in
over a year. "How about taking off for an hour or so, champ," he asked.

It was then that he took a long hard look at me. In my haste to escape and
change back into my own clothes, I forgot about the makeup that I had on, I
had undone my hair as he had seen it, but I forgot about the lipstick and
eye makeup, so now he was staring at me with a confused look on his face.

"Danny... how come you are wearing makeup," he asked and I felt my heart
nearly stop.

"Oh dad," I cried out and began crying, rushing over to him and falling
into his arms.

I sobbed for what felt like an eternity, until I had no more tears to shed.

"Are you gay son, is that what you are afraid to tell me," he asked, which
was his way, always to the point and painful or not, the truth had to be
told.

"Dad... sit right there and don't move," I told him getting up. "I'll be
right back," I added and hurried to my room.

I quickly redressed as mom, fixed my hair and when I felt that I looked
more like her, than me, I went back to his bedroom.

"Bonnie, Danny is home and I don't want him to..." he began and froze when
I let my tears fall again. "What is it honey, he'll understand," he said,
but would he understand the truth, I thought.

"It's me dad, Danny," I said through the tears.

"I don't understand... you look so much like... oh my God I kissed you and
you fondled me," he said in shock, standing up and moving to where his
clothes laid on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry dad, but you came home early and I didn't have time to change
back... I'm so sorry dad," I said, stopping him as he was about to grab his
clothes.

"You let me think that your mother came back... you let me kiss you," he
added in shock.

"I love you dad, and it was never my plan to do this, but I love dressing
up as mom because I miss her too," I confessed.

He stood there and shook his head, pushing me away from him. I was crushed
and ran back to my room, slamming the door behind before I fell on my bed.

I was still crying when a soft knock came to the door. "Danny... can I come
in, please," he asked and without waiting, opened the door.

He was standing there in his robe, a robe that mom had gotten him for an
anniversary, one that made him look so fucking hot.

"I'm sorry dad... really I am," I cried as he sat down on the bed beside
me.

"I don't care if you like to dress as a woman son, but you let me kiss you,
your own father and you fondled my..." he said, stopping short of saying
his cock.

"I know, but you kissed me before I knew what was happening and I loved
being held and kissed by you. I won't lie and say that it was a mistake to
feel you, because I have often wondered how big you were down there."

"But its not right son, a father and son just don't do those things," he
scolded.

"And why not, you love me and I have been in love with you for as long as I
can remember," I said as I tried to excuse my actions.

"No son... you are still too disturbed by your mother's desertion to be
thinking rationally," he reasoned, or at least tried to.

"Listen dad, I am fifteen years old and old enough to know my own heart and
what it wants, and what it wants is you," I said with all of the
determination and conviction I had, sitting up and moving to straddle him.

I was sitting on his lap facing him and with my arms around his neck. I
knew it may be wrong to some, but to me, dad was all the man that this
Tennessee boy would ever want. So with his hands holding me about my waist,
I pressed my lips to his. He tried to pull away, but I pulled him closer,
and when he opened his mouth to speak, I plunged my tongue into his mouth,
our tongues dueling for domination.

As I held his mouth to mine, his arms slowly, reluctantly encircled my
waist and he returned the kiss. That kiss was better than the first, for
now he knew who I was and was kissing me, Danny, as if our lives depended
on it. Every thrust of his tongue caused a fire so intense to burn within
me, within him, and it aroused our bodies to a passion that was as
forbidden as time immortal.

Dad's robe was quickly discarded and the feel of his naked flesh against me
only added fuel to the fire that was threatening to consume me, consume us.

I had known that dad was mostly muscle and sinew encased in a rich tan
skin, but now he was naked, pressed against me as he kissed me and he was
turning me to molten lava. His hands were exactly like the man he was, self
assured, confident, and with a strength that elicited trust and security.

He flipped me around, laid me down on the bed, and as his knuckles brushed
my cheek, his lips kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving a mark I mentally
assumed. His lips burned through the flimsy material of the dress that I
wore and how, when or who it was I don't know, but somehow my clothes
vanished.

My dad was an experienced lover, and his tongue ignited a liquid fire
across my chest and abdomen as he kissed, suckled and made love to my upper
body.

I savored the ecstasy of his embrace, the flesh against flesh and found
myself insatiable in my desire to please and touch him. Soon I was atop of
him, as I tried to satisfy my need to touch and taste him. I entwined my
fingers in his hair, over his broad shoulders, down the length of his
torso, my lips following where my hands went.

My eyes were closed as I kissed my way down is richly tanned body and when
I opened them, the very cock he used to make, was standing tall before my
eyes. I did not give a chance to change his mind, but engulfed it as best I
could.

My heart leapt when he emitted a soft moan, it told me that I was pleasing
him. I sucked him, as much of his sex as my mouth could take, and when it
pressed at the back of my throat, I swallowed, easing his swollen member
into my tight throat.

He growled, lifted me back to him and once again our lips locked together
as his tongue invaded my mouth, in a kiss that was pure fire.

"This is so wrong Danny, but my God I have to have you," he groaned against
my mouth and flipped us over.

He never broke our kiss, but lifted my legs as I pictured him doing with
mom, and thrust his cock deep into me, one hard thrust and I nearly fainted
with the pain.

"Ooooooh dad stop... the pain is excruciating," I cried out as my tears ran
down my face.

"I'm sorry son... I was thinking of your mom, not you," he said, his cock
buried so deep within me that I felt as if it was embedded in my stomach.

"You are my first... let me get use to having something this large in me,"
I asked and it was then that reality hit him of what we were doing.

"I can't son... I'll burn in hell for doing this to you," he said and when
he tried to pull away, my arms held him in place.

"Then we'll burn together dad, because I am here beneath you because I want
to be," I told him, pulling his mouth to mine in a sweltering kiss.

He broke our kiss, our eyes locked together in the passion of the moment,
and his were filled with renewed youth, as well as a vitality and lust,
which only he could give to me.

"You know that we have crossed a line and entered a place that we can never
return from," he told me, his wisdom and passion was all that I needed,
because I knew from here on in, he was here because he now wanted to be
here.

I was caught in a raging fire that not only ignited my passion for him, but
threatened to consume me if he didn't move and make love to me. He must
have sensed my acceptance of where we had gone to, because he began moving
within me.

At first it was slow, short strokes and once he found us a rhythm; they
became urgent and more assured. He took long, hard strokes, thrusting into
me, a man with a purpose. I too was now accustomed to him being in me, and
I was rising with my slender hips to meet each of his thrusts.

My fingers dug into his shoulders with my nails nearly drawing blood as his
hands held, molded my ass as he drove his cock deep into me, driving me
closer to my climax. Just as I was about to pass that point of no return,
he drew back from the edge of our sexual abyss and slowed his pace. Again
and again, he would take me, us, to the precipice and back away, only to
take us there once again. I was delirious with my need to release, moan,
writhing beneath him as he made love to me.

My fingers were dragging, nails deep into his flesh as they moved
frantically up and down his back. I could not take it anymore, I dug my
nails into the hard muscled flesh of his ass and spewed my cum between
us. I was moaning, pushing up with my hips as worked to satisfy my need for
more of his sex in me. I had never cum so much, not then or ever, as I was
shooting from my cock that moment.

My climax in a word was violent, as it erupted with rope after rope of
sperm between our sweaty, hot bodies. I was trembling against dad, as my
world shook and receded until I finally came back to normalcy. This was no
fantasy, dad was on me, in me and his body was real and rock hard.

He held me, and then I felt his cock's head, which was buried deep within
me, swell. I knew he was close, his own need to climax was there, real and
I moved just a bit and it plunged him head long into the abyss of pure
ecstasy. His hips driving his cock were like jackhammers, pounding my ass
as his cock erupted just as violently as my own climax had, spewing the
seeds of life, those same kinds of seeds that had made me, deep into my
inner bowels.

Dad held me, and I clung to him, as our aftershocks of his climax kept
rippling through him and into me, his embrace so firm that it was as if he
was afraid that I would disappear if he let go. I felt so loved, so secure
as he held me to him, his mouth searching out mine for a kiss. Oh what a
kiss it was, pure love and passion all in one hot, torrid kiss that told me
I was his forever more.

I never wanted to move, never, as his arms around me held me tight. I was
exhausted and spent, so was he, as he slipped his spent cock from, slid to
my side and pulled me into a spooning position. Within minutes we were both
sound asleep, with me secure in his love and arms as he held me.

When I awoke, it was dark and I could hear dad's soft snoring as his breath
expelled against my neck. I nuzzled my ass back against his sex, it was
hard, rock hard, and I moved around until the head found the entrance to my
ass. I slowly moved back more, easing his sex deeper into me until I felt
his balls resting against my ass.

"Mmmmm, insatiable aren't you," he whispered, moving ever so slightly
within me, and I wanted his cock to stay forever within me.

"I'll never get enough of you, dad," I whispered over my shoulder and he
moved us until he was atop me.

"Is this comfortable for you, son," he asked, and it had to have been my
moan that assured him, because he rose up on his hands, and began driving
his cock slowly in and out of me.

This time he made love to me, slowly and with a passion that spoke of a
love that went far beyond that of a father and son. It was gentle, yet
filled with fire, compassionate, and yet filled with his manly lust.

Dad was a man's man; there was no denying that he was the epitome of what a
man was, the personification of an alpha male and he was mine. I would
thrust my ass upward each time his hips drove his cock down and inward,
getting each sensuous inch of his meat deeper in me.

"My God son, wherever did you learn to fuck like this," he whispered with
his lips against my ear.

"It's you dad, you make me want to please you all that I can," I said, my
eyes closed as I relished the pure ecstasy of the man fucking me.

He never stepped up his rhythm, but took slow, deep stroked into me until
we were exploding together, our climaxes easy, yet gratifying.

"I love you Danny, love you more right now then I could ever imagine loving
you," he whispered, spent and pulling his withering cock from me.

I turned to face him and even in the moonlit room, I could see his tears
rolling down his cheeks.

"What is this daddy, why the tears," I asked, knowing that guilt had to be
wracking his mind.

"I'm your father, and this is unforgiveable what I have done," he cried
softly against the crook of my neck.

I cupped his face with my hands, pushed him away a bit, and after licking
away his tears, kissed him.

"I love you dad, and I was here because I wanted to be here," I whispered
assuredly to him and then he kissed me hard, deep and long.

***

So that my friends is how I came to be HOMOgenized by dad. Although Fred
was the first man that I ever sucked, it was dad that made love to me
first. It's been almost twenty-six years since that day that dad and I
first made love. We lived out his life as husbands, each loving the other
more as each day passed.

Regrets, guilt, we lost them that night and never once did we ever wish
that what we shared that day, never happened. I buried dad last month, a
heart attack having taken him away from me, but my love left with him that
day. Our friends urged me to find another lover, none of them knowing that
Danny and David were actually father and son.

We lived an exceptional life, holding hands in public and kissing openly
when the mood urged us to, both knowing that it was his son, not a woman
that dad was openly showing affection to. Dad and I lived our lives to the
fullest, and we never did see mom again, nor did I await his arrival home
each night, dressed as mom, but still dressed as a woman, his woman.

You see, I loved being a man in bed, having a man's man making love to me,
but we also enjoyed it when I dressed as a woman. I would love to see the
undertaker's face when my body is someday brought to him as a woman and he
undresses me to find a man lying before him. To this day, only dad and our
family doctor know the truth of my sex, for I lived my life as a woman, but
loved as a man.

I would love to hear from you, please, if you wish to criticize or condemn
me, us, well then don't bother. I am not ashamed of having loved my father
as a husband, so you should not be either. After all, you sat here and read
my story, and I bet you were aroused, why else would you have been in the
incest section of this site. So before you judge us, remember this, that
the words that you judge us by will be the same words that you shall be
judged by also.

Your comments can be sent to josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com

Thank you,

Josh