Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 20:30:44 -0800 (PST) From: BF Subject: Kevin Gets His Fantasy Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now. This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present. I remember when I was 6 years old, my dad tucked me in for the night and he leaned down to give a good-night kiss as he normally would however this time, I "smooched" him like I had seen kissing done on soap operas. When our lips met, I moved my head back and forth to cause our noses to rub against each other. As I developed through puberty, my infatuation for my dad only intensified. I practiced the art of masturbation, using his Wahl vibrator massager, often. One Christmas in junior high, my dad got a pair of underwear that I thought was sexy. This brief was a navy blue nylon brief with a fly front. I saw this brief in the clothes hamper and decided to pick it up and feel it. I brought it up to my nose to get a smell. The light scent of his piss and his manhood was intoxicating to this 13 year old. I developed an instant hard-on and began masturbating. I continued to use my dad's underwear while beating off with the vibrator. I would check the hamper often and then his underwear drawer to look for my favorite pair. I knew when he was wearing the navy blue pair. He also had other bikini type briefs that I found sexy so my supply of underwear that were freshly worn was almost daily. As I vibrated my teenage cock, I would place his underwear over my face and smell in his manhood and taste as much as I could. Other times, I would hold my cock in his brief as I vibrated my boy cock finally cumming in my dad's underwear. I later would take a pair of his pants, stuff them with pillows to make it look like it was really him from the waist down and then put his dirty underwear over the pants, stuffed with a fake cock made from rolled up socks. While I thought I was being discrete, I soon realized I wasn't. By this time when I was in high school, my mother and little brother went to visit my grandparents for the weekend. That Friday evening when I got off work, my dad was still up. We said the usual "hello, how was your day" but then he said "we need to talk". I wasn't sure what about. He never showed any interest in talking to me before, let alone any interest in me what-so-ever. "What about?" I asked He held up a pair of his briefs. This was the pair of red nylon bikini underwear that I masturbated into the day before. My stomach sank and my face flushed bright red and felt like a fever 107 degrees. My mind raced to think of an explanation that was believable. My dad said "I was getting ready to wash a load of clothes and noticed that someone, not me, shot a load in my underwear." "Uhhh", still trying to think of an plausible explanation. "Are you masturbating in my briefs?" he asked. I couldn't speak at this point. "Ummm" is all I could get out before breaking out in tears and running off to my room, shut the door and laid down on my bed in shame. He followed me and without knocking or asking, he entered my room and came and sat down on the edge of my bed, placing his hand on my chest. "Son, what does this mean? I'm trying to understand. You're my son and I love you very much but I don't understand why you would beat off in my underwear." At this point, my mind could not think anymore so I spilled my guts. "Dad, I love you. I am and have always been sexually attracted to you. I don't know why. I just am. I know it's wrong but I want you to make love to me." I cried and covered my face with my hands in shame. My dad reached and pulled my hands away from my face. "You think your old man is sexy? You fantasize about me when you beat off?" he asked with a slight smile and glee in his eye. I looked at him quizzically. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "What are the things you fantasize about?" he asked. I explained that I pretend that he lies on top of me, kissing me and then he feeds me his hard cock as I suck him off. I told him that when I cum in his underwear, I fantasize that it's his cum as I lick it off his briefs. He said "I think I've heard enough to take it from here" and with that he placed his briefs over my faced then leaned down and started kissing me through the red nylon underwear. The front of the brief was aligned to my mouth as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I could taste where my dad's penis had been. My father. My dad. My fantasy coming true. He then removed the brief and continued kissing me. It was a soft, passionate kiss and then his tongue separated my lips as it forced its way into my mouth. His tongue would recede and I would insert my tongue in his mouth. His tongue and saliva mixed with mine in a hot passionate kiss that lasted several minutes. His hand found its way down to my hard cock and he worked my hard teenage cock through my jeans. He managed to get his other hand free to unsnap the button fly jeans. I was too lost in deep forceful kissing to realize that he maneuvered my cock out and was stroking it. It finally appeared to me what was going on and my own hand found it's way to his massive bulge in his pants. The only word I could get out at this point was his name. "Oh, Ken", I breathfully whispered. At this point, all I wanted was that massive bulge in my mouth. I wanted to finally taste my dad. I wanted to taste his pre-cum. I wanted him to thrush his hips back and forth as his man meat plowed my wet mouth. He broke from our wet embrace and stood up and started taking off his clothes. He was wearing the blue nylon brief and flung it on my face. It had the warmth of his body and was wet from his pre-cum. I took the brief into my mouth as he continued to undress. I then took the que to do the same. He took his hard cock in his hand. His cock was more beautiful than I had imagined. It was long, thick and the piss slit had a flow of sticky pre-cum. My dad must have seen me lick my lips because he wiped this flow of juice with his finger and then put his finger in my mouth. I sucked on his finger like it was the cock I fantasized about. At this point, I sat up and grabbed that massive cock of my father and took it in my mouth. My tongue danced over, under, all around the head. The sweet taste of his pre-cum was more than I could ever imagine. I tried to force my tongue into the piss slit to get more. My dad started pumping his hips back and forth. He placed his hands on the back of my head to guide and lead the rhythm. Wanting more of my dad, I brought my hand to his shaft and started aiding my sucking efforts. "You're going to make me cum!" He exclaimed. This of course made me realize I was closer to my prize and made me fight for more. "I'm going toÉ.I'm cumÉFUCK SON!" My father started shooting his cum into my mouth. I wanted to be sure to taste and get it all but it was more than I could manage to get down. Thinking back on it now, he probably saved it up for a week or two, waiting for the right time to have our talk. I managed to keep sucking, getting every last drop. He was spent and laid down on my bed. I got up at this point and started to leave the room. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I'll be right back" I said. I went and got the vibrator and came back to the room. I stood there over the bed just looking at my dad lying there. His cock was still semi-hard and oozing the last bit of cum. I plugged the vibrator in and went to work on my own cock. As I let the vibrator get me to that moment of ecstasy, I took his cock in my mouth to get the remainder of his cum. I shot my teenage load, all over him, the bed, the wall, everywhere. When I was done, my father took me in his arms. Lying together on the bed, he started kissing me passionately again. We kissed for what seemed like hours, finally falling to sleep, me in my father's arms, my head on his chest, his cock in my hand. The next morning, I awoke to find myself being spooned by my dad. Our naked bodies pressed against each other. I turned just my head to kiss him. He smiled and said "Good morning, Kev." I felt his cock get hard as it pressed into my butt crack. My dad started humping my buttocks, sliding his cock up and down on my crack. I knew at this point we were headed for a great weekend and the father-son relationship I had so longed for since I was 6. We've managed to sneak in our father-son time through the years. He's always managed to get me his underwear when we couldn't be together. My dad, my father, my fantasy, Ken.