Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2006 17:11:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hardly Cored <hardly_cored@yahoo.com>
Subject: learning about my boy - 5th installment - gay/incest

I awoke the next morning as if coming out of a fog. My mind knew what it
had done but somehow could not put together all of the thoughts that
would make such a thing happen. I had not only stolen my son's sweet
cream from his own sleeping form but had stolen it again from the
sleeping form of a girl that he had so freely given it to. What kind of
father does these things? How does this show love for the only person I
have ever really loved in my life? Why is my cock so hard just
remembering it?

I knew my cock was never going to go down on it's own. I would have to
take care of this and, with the thoughts of my son's teen cock honey in
the back of my mouth, I did exactly that. I took my cock into my firm
grasp and slowly moved from the middle of the 6.5 inch shaft up around
the top of my fat cut cock head. Each journey down and up brought me more
pleasure as I rushed into my orgasmic frenzy. Each sight I saw in my
mind's eye was of a 16 y/o fat and uncut 8.5 inch prick. I could feel it
in my hand and taste it in my mouth as my balls finally gave up what they
had been unable to just hours before. With the memory of that cotton
candy taste of my Spencer's silky sweet cum, I exploded everywhere. Five
strong pulses left my chest, abs and pubes covered in the same syrup that
had made the boy of my lust just 16 years ago. A shower to wash off the
evidence and I was ready to face the day.

Rounding the stairway into the family room and making my way to the
kitchen I heard the worst thing I could ever hope to hear in my life as
my son's voice spoke the words,"Yeah, Dude, he sucked it right from her
cooze ! I thought the rest was hot but that had me fucking that bitch
twice more before she left this morning. All I could think about was him
taking my jizz right from her cunt. It was hot ! Oh shit, Man, I gotta
go, he's up," and I heard the phone hit it's wall-mounted base. Oh, God,
he knows ! Oh, God , he knows ! Oh, God, he's in those boxers and his
dick is hard as a brick !

I did not know how I was supposed to pretend like I did not know that he
knew. I wasn't sure how to proceed in this situation but was left with
nothing to do but open my mouth and apologize. As my lips parted I was
cut off as Spencer said," Hey, Dad. Did you get a good night's sleep? I
hope we did not keep you up to late with the basketball game. We tried to
be as quiet as we could." And, with that, I noticed the coy and sexy
little smile on his face and knew all was well for now.

I could not keep my eyes from that huge teen-aged throbbing dong in his
skimpy boxers. He hung to the left and I could almost make out the head
at the hem of his shorts. I was getting hard again myself when I said,"
No, Pal, don't worry about it. I was asleep before my head hit the bed
and I slept like a rock through the entire night." His knowing smile made
my heart lurch as he bounced out of the room and left me to my breakfast.

My brain flashed to his conversation. Had I heard him correctly? Did he
actually comment on the rest being HOT? Did he say he had had to fuck
that bitch twice more with just the thought of his dad eating his teen
cock discharge from the girl's sloppy cunt? He knew ! Oh, God, he knew
about all of it ! He had been awake the entire time. He knew that his
pervert dad had sucked his dick to its climactic explosion, he knew that
I had jerked my steaming hot daddy load on his chest and he knew I had
stolen his cock snot from a sleeping girl's well fucked snatch. And he
thought it was HOT ! This is all going were I want, right? I am not sure.
I think the knowledge of his knowledge actually was making this all more
difficult. How do I proceed from here?

Much as one would expect, my cock led me through the entire day. If I was
not spending time on break in the full length bathroom mirror trying to
make sure my cock was not all that noticeable then I was in a stall,
twice that day, pumping out huge daddy loads over my son that came out
with such force that it hurt and caused moaning out loud for others to
hear. I wasn't even sure I could make it through the rest of the day
productively so I chose not to.

Pulling into the driveway of my home my cock was as hard as it had ever
been, the same as the entire day. I knew that Spencer was home as the
first thing I noticed was his best-friend Kyle's bike in the yard. This
caused my heart to skip a beat as I was certain it was Kyle that he had
been talking to this morning on the phone.

I was right. I walked into the house to find both Spencer and Kyle in the
living-room, both now in their boxers, watching TV with the smell of pot
hanging strongly in the air. I was going to have to deal with the
drinking and smoking but thought now was not the time as I got both boy's
dressed and took them to lunch.

Kyle was shorter and heavier than Spencer. From looking at his nearly
naked boy form, it was clear that the basketball and skateboarding that
he shared with my son had been good to him as well. His blond hair was
thick and long stopping just above his collar bone. His body seemed to
flow through it's stocky form. From broad shoulders that belonged to a
man twice his age down his chest with pecs that were clearly defined
already at his age. Between his pecs was the softest looking blond hair I
had ever seen as it spread down through his torso, fanning through his
cut eight pack and disappearing into the top of his boxers. His short and
muscular legs looked as if they could strangle a man as he lay between
them. His 5'4 of strong teen male 150 pound boy body made me want to
cream just looking at him. I am a straight man. I have been married and
fathered a son. Why would I be looking at this boy this way and why would
I stoop to sucking the cock of my sleeping boy? The boy's green eyes
sparkled as his knowing smile watched me watching him and then turned on
his heels to follow my son to his room.

I could not even control myself during lunch. They each had the same
thing from the local Denny's. They ate T-bone steaks with eggs and
hash-browns, an extra order of hash-browns and biscuits and gravy. It was
like watching animals eat as they shoveled food into their mouths like
starving children from a third world country. Each clang of a fork across
the teeth and each gravy slurp across those pink lips made my cock harder
and harder. In the end I thought I was going to cum in my jeans right
there in the restaurant. It was over soon and a quick stop at the local
video store sent us on our way home.

We rented Swordfish with Halle Berry and Showgirls with Elizabeth Berkley
and Gina Gershon. The boys had tried several times, as young boys with a
"cool" adult are want to do, to get me to go into the adult area and get
an adult video. I promptly refused every time but the conversation just
made my dick harder...

"Come on, Dad. You know we have both seen the stuff before, what is the
problem?"

"Yeah, Mr. D. The only thing nearly as hot as shoving it to some slut is
watching some other porn-star hung guy doing it. You know you would enjoy
it too, right?"

"It's not like we are asking you to higher us hookers, Dad. We would just
like to watch some nice blond getting tore up !"

These pleas went nowhere as I was already kicking myself for what I had
done already. I was not going to put myself in a position where I had to
deal with these boys tonight on a sexual level. So, in the end, we went
home with the two movies they had already picked out. I had never before
seen either one of the flicks and should have been just a bit more
cautious as to what a teen-aged boy might pick out. But this could get
better... or worse?

Back at home, and before the movie started, Spencer decided he needed to
take a shower before we watched the movies. I really did not want to
spend time with this kid I had seen in is boxers just this very day alone
in my house but put up no defense as I am sure my son needed to bathe. It
really was just seconds after the bathroom door closed that Kyle started
in on me.

"Hey, Mr. D, you wanna get high while Spence is in the shower?"

"Kyle ! Please ! I am supposed to be looking after YOU and now YOU are
trying to corrupt me? What kind of example could that possibly set?"

"Come on, Man ! I would never say anything to anyone, especially Spence !
I promise you, a couple of tokes and you'll be having one of the best
nights of your entire life. I promise ! "

His words stuck something deep within me. I wanted to have a good time. I
did not want to worry about what I might do with these two nearly naked
boys, as I am sure they would be, sitting right here for my perversion.
Now I knew where my son was getting his weed and I decided that it would
be in the best interest of all if I participated in what this boy was
offering. Besides, the promise of having the best night of my life got my
cock hard faster than a $2 whore on her knees.

Five minutes later I was flying like I had never flown before. Gone were
the thoughts of the parent that I was and all of the guilt and
consequence that went along with it. In its place was a new
understanding. The understanding that I could just live my life and be
happy and satisfied with all that I decided to do. And, again, all of
that was replaced by the opening of the bathroom door and the wafting
scent of the AXE following my son out of the bathroom in just his boxers.
Damn !! If I thought I was paranoid before it was nothing compared to how
I felt sitting with his friend with the smoke of the pot still clinging
to the air as my son came in carrying that lovely smell with him.

"Dude, its on you. Take your nasty ass in there and wash off your stench.
I am not going to sit here all night smelling some stinking punk," my son
said as he came into the room.

"Fuck you, Man. Your girlfriend loves the smell of my stink you
cocksucker !"

This was followed by some playful slapping of each-other as my son moved
around with that huge fucking cock bouncing around in the boxers that he
had chosen to wear, and all that he had chosen to wear. In the end, Kyle
wound up going into the shower to clean off all the stink that I was sure
must smell delicious.

"Dad, have you been smoking pot out here?"

"Spencer, I have been hoping to talk to you about this. It seems a little
stupid to do it now, especially since you know I have been out here
getting high. I think it is important for you to know that you should not
be getting high and drinking. If it is something you feel you have to do
though you should be doing it around people who love you and who have
your best interest at heart."

"So, you know I have been partying, huh? Well the pot seems really clear
because of what I am assuming you and Kyle were just doing out here. What
would ever give you the idea that I have been drinking though?" And with
that I got that sideways smile again. That smile along with his wet jet
black hair and flopping boxer encased cock had me on full bone.

"Spence, really, I do not want to talk about this right now. I think it
is a conversation that we need to have but now is certainly not the
time."

"Cool, Dude, whatever you say. I am going to go ahead and put the movie
in the DVD player so it will be ready when Kyle gets out of the shower."

I watched his every move. I could not believe how sexy my 16 y/o son
could be. Standing with his back towards me, I watched as he bent down to
pick up the DVD. The muscles in his back went into action to support his
athletic frame and his boxers pulled tight over an ass that I had not
really even noticed until now. As he stood up straight and turned to his
left the muscles in his his side and stomach stood out in stark relief as
he moved to insert the movie. As he reached out to put the movie in, the
bicep on his arm stood out reminding me of the power he had used when
forcing me on to his gigantic teen jock pole as he choked me in my
dreams. My cock pulsed...it pulsed again and suddenly I could feel the
precum leaking from my cut daddy cock head as I once again perved on my
boy.

OK... so the emails have been great. I appreciate knowing that others are
getting some joy from what I am writing. With that being said, this an
email I received recently:

when is the next part of the story going to be finished

Now, I have not received an email from this person before. No "thanks for
writing a good story"...No "I really liked it and can not wait for the
next installment"... nothing ! I answered and received the email well as
I have promised a would. I would like to call attention to another email
that says almost the same thing but in a completely different way:

I just need to know when part 5 will be up?  The first 4 parts were up
rather quickly, I got addicted to it and now I must wait.
Great Story, can't wait for the next chapter.

Now this is acceptable... It actually is quite flattering. Says the same
thing in a totally different way... Hopefully those ready to fire off a
rude email will realize that there should be an etiquette to how we do
things. Maybe spend some time reading what you are sending before sending
it. Rude to you is rude to me.

With that said, please do not stop emailing me in regards as to your
feelings about my stories. I love it and some of the emails actually get
quite HOT ! Just remember that everyone would like to know their story is
being appreciated. No one wants to feel like they are being demanded for
something that they are VOLUNTEERING their time to do. None of us are
getting paid for this !!! I have spent time writing four other stories
and do not have the time to cater to every body's whims, even though I
try.
Hey, people, sorry there was no real sex in this installment. People have
to live too and I hope that sharing life did not bore you too much. Just
remember, with this chapter ending how it did, the next chapter can start
out juicy. Thanks for ALL of the comments... even the negative ones. This
is a lot of fun... If you haven't shared with nifty, START!
This is my first attempt at writing this down. Please be nice, Guys! All
questions, comments and remarks will be well received.

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