Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2008 20:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Black <theserpentcircle (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: LEGACY SEDUCTION, part one (MM, mmm, mM, incest, ws)

feedback is always appreciated!

Masc WM 43, fit & hairy Daddy, lkng 4 another masc WM,
around same age or much younger, 4 family fun fantasy.

That was the ad I posted on Craigslist. Within a few
hours I had the usual replies -- spam, newbies asking
"What do you mean by 'family fun'?", offers from guys
who wanted to do things I wasn't interested in, and so
on. But there was one brief email that caught my
attention:

     hey, saw your craigslist ad. hairy daddy here,
     love family fun, would love 2 hook up with you.
     this friday, my place? name's joe, by the way.

I wrote back right away. I sent him a picture of my
body and a closeup of my hard cock, and I asked him
what part of town he lived in, and what kind of stuff
he was into.

Within half an hour Joe had replied. He sent me
several pics of his cock and body and explained that
he was into incest fantasies like me. He said he'd had
some experience with incest and was really into mutual
j/o, 69, and both topping and bottoming. He gave me
directions to his house and said 7 PM would be fine.
He concluded with "are you interested or not? -- joe"

I sent my reply immediately:

     Yes, very interested. Your pics & story got
     me hard. Can I ask what your experiences
     have been? I had sex w/my two brothers for
     years while growing up, and later in college
     I fooled around w/a much older uncle. Would
     love to share details in person while you're
     sucking my cock. See you Friday.

This was his reply:

     very nice. will share my details friday.
     see you then. 7 pm. -- joe

Good enough for me. I logged off, shut down my laptop,
and stuck it in my briefcase. I had a raging hard-on
and was wearing only boxers -- whenever I fully stood
up my erection surged out of the buttonless fly waving
like a flag. This was going to make it difficult to
tell my sons good-night.

Yes, I have two sons from a former marriage. Adam is
eight with light brown hair and dark brown eyes (he
got those from me). He's inquisitive and
adventuresome, and a bit precocious for his age. His
older brother is Jacob, eleven years old and slightly
chubby, with shaggy red hair (from his mother) that
makes him look like some kind of MTV personality. For
the most part he and Adam get along. When they fight
physically Jacob wins, but Adam can often outwit his
older brother -- much to my amusement.

They share a room right across the hall from mine. I
had been in the living room with my laptop and I
needed to go down the hall past Jacob and Adam's room
so I could put on a robe and try to hide my hard-on
before I bid them goodnight.

I lucked out. They were both engrossed in their
Playstation when I walked past their room with my hand
cupped over my crotch. I put on my robe and tightly
cinched the tie around my waist, then checked my
full-length mirror. Still a telltale bulge, but at
least my cock wasn't visible. I went back to their
room and knocked loudly on the doorjamb.

"Bedtime, guys," I intoned. "Cut off the game and hit
the bricks."

"Awww, Dad!" they said simultaneously without turning
around.

"Pause it. Turn off the TV. Bedtime. Now."

Jacob hit the pause button, then saved the game. Both
boys stood up but only Adam came over to me to get a
hug. Jacob threw himself in his bed with a sulky
grunt.

I picked up Adam and hugged him. I could feel his legs
brushing against my erection. I reflected (as I did so
often these days) on the fact that Adam was now the
same age that I was when I started fooling around with
my older brothers, one of whom had been Jacob's age.

I put Adam down before my erection became more
prominent and patted his bottom as he scampered away
from me. "Good night, guys. Don't let me catch you
back on the Playstation tonight, OK? Or it's gonna be
a whole week without it again, remember?"

"Yes, Dad," they both groaned.

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night," they said in unison.

I shut their door and turned off the hall light before
retreating to my room. I took off my robe and my
boxers and pulled at my still-hard cock for a moment
before getting in bed. I decided not to masturbate
that night or the next. Friday was two days away and I
wanted to save up my load for this hot guy named Joe.

*****

On Friday after work I took Adam and Jacob to their
mother's house. As always, I didn't go inside; I
dropped them off at the sidewalk and watched as they
let themselves into her house.

Then I drove home, showered, shaved my balls and ass,
and put on a pair of jogging shorts (no underwear) and
a T-shirt. I slid on some flip-flops to complete what
I thought of as my "quick sex" outfit -- I could get
completely naked in just a few seconds. After that I
heated and ate some leftovers and then drove to Joe's
house.

He lived in a pretty typical suburb for our city and
his house was just like all of the other brick ranch
houses on his street. I pulled into the driveway
behind his pickup truck, got out, and knocked on his
front door.

Joe answered in a short bathrobe. "Hey there," he
said. "Come on in."

His living room had a couch, two easy chairs and a big
TV playing a gay porn video. One actor was a hairy
middle-aged man; the other was a barely-legal teenage
male. The sound was muted but it was pretty clearly
some kind of incest-themed porn.

Joe plopped on the couch and opened his robe to reveal
his erection. It was upright, slightly curved to the
left, with a blunt head and thick shaft. He kept it
completely shaved -- no stubble was visible. I licked
my lips and smiled.

Joe started to play with himself. "Want a beer or
something?"

"Sure man."

He pointed. "Through there is the kitchen. Get one out
of the fridge."

When I came back I handed him a beer, sat down on the
other side of the couch and opened my own.

"Nice cock," I said.

"Tell me about your brothers," he replied.

I said:

Well, when I was eight years old, my mother decided
that I was old enough to go swimming at the country
club with my brothers Will and Craig. Will was about
eleven, Craig was fifteen. They would ride their bikes
a few miles through various subdivisions to get to the
club almost every Saturday. The summer I was eight, my
mom made them take me with them. They hated it because
I wasn't as fast on my little bicycle, but they did
what Mom told them.

It was fun to swim with them even if they picked on me
most of the time but the real surprise came when it
was time to leave. We all went to the boys' bathroom
to shower and my brothers went into their own shower
stall. They told me not to come in with them. Then
Craig said something like, "If you do come in, you
can't leave again, and you have to do what we say." So
I was kind of intimidated at first but also very
curious and interested.

So eventually I got over my fear and went into their
stall. There were two curtains and a short bench
between them, for privacy I guess, before you got into
the actual shower. Craig heard the first curtain open
and close, and he said, "Is that you?" and I said
"Yeah."

He said "Remember, if you come in you can't leave, and
you have to do what we tell you."

I said "What are you doing?"

He said "Come and look."

I opened the second curtain and saw my brother Will on
his knees sucking Craig's erect cock. I had seen my
brothers naked before, but not erect. Craig's cock,
normally nestled in his modest thatch of pubic hair,
was now much thicker and pointing straight away from
his body into Will's mouth.

Craig was looking at me and smiling. Will stopped
sucking long enough to grab me and pull me closer.

Craig asked me if I was gonna tell on them and I shook
my head. He asked if I wanted to help Will and I
nodded my head. My little penis was hard ... I noticed
Will's was hard too. I leaned over a bit and licked
Craig's cock head. He told me to put it in my mouth,
so I did. It didn't really fit. I could only get the
head in, you know?

Still, it was enough. Craig masturbated while I licked
and sucked just the head of his cock. Will watched and
encouraged me. When Craig shot in my mouth I gagged
and moved away, but Will came over and took the rest
of our older brother's cum in his mouth.

"Now you suck Will," Craig ordered. I did what I was
told and loved it. Will held the back of my head and
stuck his dick as far as it would go in my mouth. I
could take it, he wasn't very big. He couldn't cum yet
so I just sucked him for a while.

Then Craig and Will took turns sucking me until it got
to be too much and I asked them to stop. They said
they played this way a lot and asked me to play with
them. See, Will had been sneaking out of our room at
night to go down the hall to Craig's room, but now
Craig just sneaked into our room and we fooled around
for hours.

*****

"Hot story," Joe said, still slowly jerking his
impressive hairless cock.

"There's more," I said, matching his strokes with my
own cock.

"Do tell."

"You first."

Joe grinned. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Joe said:

Okay. God, I remember this like it was yesterday. The
memory is just so fucking vivid, you know?

I was spending the night with my father in Chicago. My
parents were divorced. I'd stay with her during the
week and with my dad on weekends. My dad sent most of
his money to my mom for alimony and child support so
he lived in a shitty part of town, in a shitty
apartment. No air conditioning. So when I stayed with
him in the summers, all the windows would be open and
we'd sleep in the living room in our underwear. He
slept on this ratty old couch and I slept on top of a
sleeping bag on the floor. All the windows open, one
rattling old fan sitting on the windowsill.

I must have been ten or eleven years old when this
happened. So, this night was especially hot and humid.
We were both dripping in sweat even though all we'd
done is watch TV all night. Dad had been drinking wine
-- he wasn't a mean drunk, he would just get all
sleepy and silly before passing out. So he passed out
on the couch and I fell asleep on my sleeping bag.

I woke up a few hours later, middle of the night. Dad
is still conked out on the couch. I get up and go to
the bathroom to take a piss. I leave the light off
because if I turn it on the light will shine right on
the couch and Dad will wake up. At least, that's what
I was worried about. So I walk into this bathroom with
a piss-hard, there's no lights on, and I stumble over
Dad's pile of bathroom magazines. I figure I have to
turn the light on now to tidy up. So I shut the
bathroom door and turn on the light, and turns out my
old man has some gay porn mags at the bottom of his
bathroom pile.

I'm clutching my hard dick through my underpants with
one hand and flipping through this magazine with the
other hand. This was years ago, right? Most of the
pics are in black and white with really hairy guys,
mustaches, the whole bit. But my dad looked like that
too. I was fascinated by the hard cocks and how they
put their cocks in each other's mouths. I thought,
"THAT's what I'm supposed to do when my dick gets
hard." Because no one had really explained it to me
before then.

So I finally was able to piss. I put the magazines
back, turned out the light and went back to the living
room. I could see Dad on the couch. I could hear him
snoring. He was dead asleep. And poking out of his
boxers was his cock. He was fucking hard, man, I could
see it.

I crept over there and held it in my hand. It was so
hot. I could feel it, like, throbbing and pulsing ...
so warm. I licked it, I sucked it. I wanted to imitate
his hidden magazines in the bathroom. I thought that
was what hard cocks were for, you know? And I fucking
liked it.

*****

"Is there more to that story?" I asked.

Joe nodded and grinned, squeezing the shaft of his
cock. "Yeah, but I want to hear the rest of yours
first."

"Okay," I said, "but I'm gonna come sit next to you."

Joe moved over a bit as I parked myself right next to
him on the couch. Right away we groped each other's
dicks, squeezed them, felt each other's balls.

"Fuck, dude, don't play with me too much, I'll bust a
nut before I'm ready," Joe gasped.

"Don't worry, man ... so anyway ..."

I continued:

So typically, Craig would come visit me and Will maybe
two or three times a week around ten or eleven pm
after our parents were in bed and asleep. He would
come in wearing his old blue bathrobe and take it off
immediately. He would always be hard already and so
would we, most of the time.

There was a lot of sucking, mainly me and Will taking
turns sucking Craig, but sometimes we'd all lay on
Will's bed and suck each other in a kind of triangle
shape. Pretty soon I could take Craig's full load, and
by the next year Will could cum too. Sometimes Craig
wanted to eat Will's cum and sometimes he wanted me to
do it. I was happy either way.

I think around the time I was ten Craig wanted to fuck
us. Will was starting to act like he didn't want to do
any of it any more, but he would let us suck him, and
he could be persuaded to suck me or Craig sometimes,
but most of the time we would just do him. When Craig
first talked about fucking Will said no way, he didn't
want to be gay, and Craig just laughed. I wanted it,
though.

So one night Craig brought some Vaseline into our
bedroom. He rubbed it all over his dick and my
asshole. Will kept making comments about how gross and
gay it was, but he was still hard and playing with
himself. Craig sat on the bed and I got in his lap.
Together we rubbed the head of his cock against my
asshole until we both felt like I was ready, and then
I just eased my ass down on my brother's cock ...

*****

"Oh, FUCK!" Joe barked. His cock twitched in my hand;
a moment later, hot fountains of semen spurted up out
of his cock several times. I quickly leaned over to
take his cock in my mouth and I felt a few more spurts
hit my tongue.

"Fuck, that's so fuckin' hot," Joe moaned. "Sorry I
came so quick."

I finished sucking him dry, and then I licked my hand
and his crotch clean. In between licks I spoke to him:

"You held on ... *slurp* ... for a lot longer ...
*slurp* ... than I thought you would .... *slurp*"

"Fuckin' finish your story, dude ..."

So I said:

Anyway, I lowered my ass onto my brother's cock. The
first inch was easy, it went right in. After that it
seemed like there was some obstruction, some barrier
... We moved around a bit, Will got below us to look
at the juncture of cock and ass ... finally my ass
just relaxed and Craig's cock just, basically, slid up
inside me. It felt so fucking great. It was intense, I
mean, there was some pressure. I guess you could say
it hurt. But the pleasure was just so overwhelming.

I was hugging Craig face to face, my little boner was
rubbing against his belly and his hairy balls were
planted in my ass crack. I could feel him throbbing
inside me. We looked at each other and he kissed me
and hugged me. Will kept saying we were gay but when I
looked at him he was still hard and playing with
himself. Craig made Will stand on the bed next to us
so we could both suck and lick his cock and balls
while Craig fucked me. It didn't take long for either
one of them to cum. Will came on both our faces and
Craig shot inside of my ass. I could feel it, too. God
it was amazing.

*****

"Joe, I'm gonna cum soon," I said. "Every time I even
think about fooling around with my brothers I get so
hard I can't stand it. Talking about it is gonna make
me cum."

"You wanna fuck me?" Joe asked, standing up. "Fuck me
like your brother fucked you?"

"Fuck yeah, dude," I murmured. Joe turned around and
eased his slick, hairless ass onto my cock. As soon as
I was fully inside of him I started cumming. I grabbed
his hips and thrust against him as I shot wad after
wad into his bowels. Joe was gasping and moaning with
each thrust.

"Shit, dude ... shit ... that was really intense.
Really amazing," Joe said, looking over his shoulder
at me. "You should have seen yourself -- eyes all
rolled up in your head."

I was still catching my breath. Finally, I managed to
nod and smile, then I pulled Joe down to me for some
hot kissing.

Later, when we were showering together, I told Joe
that I hardly ever kissed the guys that I fooled
around with.

"Me neither, man," he said, "but this was so fucking
hot, I couldn't resist."

"We have a lot in common. Your story was so fucking
hot, too. And wait, you know what? You never finished
it!"

"Shit yeah, you're right. Here, let's dry off and go
back to the couch for round two."

We laid on our backs at opposite ends of the couch,
spread-eagled, legs intertwined. We were playing with
ourselves and if we had a double dildo handy we could
have used it very easily.

"Okay, so where was I?" Joe asked.

"Playing with your father's cock," I said.

"Oh yeah," Joe said, and continued:

It was so hard in my hands. I already loved my dad but
this was a different kind of feeling. I wanted him, I
wanted to do the things I saw in his magazines. I
thought that's what dads and sons did with their hard
cocks. Did I mention that one of the magazines had a
dad-son story in it? Not actual child porn, just an
older guy with a younger guy and a little, you know,
story to go with it. The dad catches the son
masturbating and whips his cock out, the son sucks it.
I found that same magazine years later in a porn store
in Indiana and bought it right away.

Anyway ... fuck, where was I? Oh yeah. I sucked my
father's cock, man. I loved it. That big thick head
filling up my mouth, the smell and feel of it. And I
was hard too. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles
and stepped out of it, and I rubbed my little cocklet
while I sucked my father through the hole in his
boxers.

And then he put his hand on the back of my head, and
his other hand on my face, and started to thrust in
and out of my mouth. And at first I was like, oh shit
he is gonna kill me, but then I realized that he
wanted it as much as I did. He was enjoying it too.

He turned onto his side so I could have better access
to his cock and then he must have had second thoughts
because he pushed me away for a second, took off his
boxers -- I mean, practically ripped them off his body
-- and then pulled me back on top of him in a 69. He
called me his "precious little cocksucker." He sucked
and licked my little hairless cock, balls and ass. It
felt so fucking good, man.

He made me lie on the couch right before his orgasm.
He stood over me and jacked off so hard, and I licked
his shaft and balls while he did it, and then when he
came he shot it all over my chest and stomach and
crotch and I, like, giggled because it was just so
amazing and intense. He picked me up and hugged me and
his sperm was all squished between our bodies. Then he
kind of like draped me over the end of the couch so
that my ass was up in the air and he ate my ass for
the longest time. It was the most amazing sensation.
And then he wanted to fuck me.

And I wanted him to, because I had seen that in the
magazine too. He made me go get a nearly empty can of
Crisco from the kitchen and he smeared it all over his
cock and my ass. He draped me over the couch again and
knelt behind me and told me to push out with my ass
like I was taking a poop. That was the phrase he used,
"taking a poop." It took us some time but he did fuck
me and it was even more intense and mind-blowing than
the sex we had earlier. I know what you mean about
that barrier right at the entrance. My dad's cock head
went right in but I had to relax and breathe until my
asshole relaxed enough to take in his cock. My dad
wasn't very hung or thick so it was easy for him to
get into me. He was maybe six inches long and had a
pretty slender cock, even though he was kind of pudgy
himself. But he could get all the way inside me and I
loved it, I just fucking loved it.

*****

We were both rock hard again. "Do you wanna fuck me
again?" Joe asked.

"Yeah man, like your daddy did. Drape your body over
the couch. I'll go slow this time."

I eased my cock into Joe's ass -- just as hairless as
the rest of his crotch -- and began to slowly fuck him
while he continued his story.

He said:

So yeah, that was the start of a long, hot, incestuous
relationship. Dad would breed my ass and fill my mouth
every chance he got. I never told anyone, not a soul.
We would spend a lot of time naked in Dad's apartment.
We ended up doing watersports too.

Once we were pissing in the toilet together and I
mentioned the magazine to him. He reached down to sort
through the pile and bumped me and I ended up pissing
on his leg. I thought he would be mad but he smiled
and aimed his cock at me and shot piss onto my
stomach. Then he said we should get in the tub, and I
thought he meant so we could rinse off, but he didn't
turn on the water. He just finished pissing all over
me. My chest, my belly, my little hard dick, my legs.
Then he sat down in the tub and made me piss all over
him. At the end he took my cock in his mouth and I was
so surprised that my dad was doing this, but I
finished and he actually drank it, and that just blew
my mind, you know? But he said from now on, since we
were already naked around the apartment all the time,
whenever I had to piss he would just get in the tub
and I should piss on him. And he pissed on me, too.

The most intense part of that was when he would give
me, uh, golden enemas. Like after he would finish
fucking me he would keep his cock inside of me until
he could relax enough to fill my ass with piss. It
felt amazing, you know? So fucking hot and juicy, all
up inside my asshole. I would always have to run to
the toilet afterwards but man, it felt so good.

Eventually my dad tried to get a different visitation
agreement and I was all for it. I would spend summers
with him and the rest of the year with mom. I was
twelve years old when this happened. So the little
friends I made around Dad's neighborhood weren't
really friends until that point. And they would invite
me to spend the night at their house and my Dad would
say no because he wanted to spend all the time he
could with me. I mean, for sex, definitely, but also
because he was my Dad. So I asked if my friends could
spend the night at our apartment and my Dad said No at
first but eventually he agreed. He wanted to fuck and
suck another boy. He said I could play around with my
friends too if I wanted to, and I was like Dad, I just
want to do that with you. And at first that was enough
for him but he started to want more, more. He wanted
me to seduce my friends and have little orgies with
him or whatever.

*****

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I gasped. I watched my sweat
drip onto Joe's back. "Did you do it? Did you have the
orgies?"

"Naw," Joe murmured, "didn't want to. Just wanted my
Daddy to fuck me."

"Ah, shit ... ahhh ... fuck!" I unloaded inside Joe's
tight, hot ass. We grunted and sighed in unison. When
I finished, I stayed implanted in him, and he knew
what I was up to. A few minutes later I began to piss
in his ass and he cooed with pleasure.

"You like that? You like Daddy pissing up your ass?
Mixing up Daddy's hot cum and piss in your little boy
hole?" I growled.

"Yes Daddy, yes ..."

I felt the flow become a trickle, then stop. I quickly
pulled out and slapped Joe's ass, hard. "Get your ass
to the bathroom and get cleaned up," I said gruffly.
Joe obeyed.

After a few minutes, I followed. Joe was flushing the
toilet and starting up the shower again. We soaped
each other up, groped and kissed, but we were both
pretty worn out at this point.

"Did you cum?" I said in between nibbles on his
earlobe.

"Yeah, I came about halfway through my story. Made a
mess on the arm of the couch."

"Mmmmm." I kissed him.

Later we sat in his kitchen drinking beers.

"We have to do this again," Joe said. "That was the
hottest sex I've had in years."

"Fucking A," I agreed.

"Your place next time?"

"Well ... heh. There's a problem."

"Oh. You married?"

"No ... but I have two kids."

"Oh yeah? How old?"

"Eight and eleven."

"No shit? Huh." Joe stared at me for a moment, then
looked away. I knew what he was thinking.

"I don't know if they fool around with each other or
what," I said.

"What would you do if you caught them?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

Joe grinned. "Join in?"

I shrugged. "Maybe? I don't know, man."

"I would."

"That's cause they're not your kids."

Now Joe shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe I would be even more
likely to play with them if they were my kids."

I tipped my nearly-empty beer can towards him. "Like
father, like son."

"Hell yeah," he said, tipping his can towards me. We
clanked the cans together and finished them off.

I got dressed; Joe stayed naked. I wrote my cell
number down for him and he gave me his. We kissed
again, briefly but passionately, at his front door and
I promised to call him.