Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 09:48:06 -0800 (PST) From: Tim McMillan Subject: Re: "My Son Ryan 2" (MMb, Incest) Hi, here is the next part of the tale. Thanks for the few nice messages. Tim This story is intended for adults. It contains descriptions of sex between a grown man and a 14-year-old boy. If this is not your thing then turn back now. Otherwise, I hope you like it! My Son Ryan 2 (MMb, Incest, Voyeurism) The next few days were tense. Every time I saw my son, I pictured him lying spread eagled on his bed with his legs in the air jacking on his small teen cock. The images were both disturbing and exciting at the same time and I was having trouble concentrating on daily tasks when he was near. I was waiting for the bomb to drop. For him to discover someone had been tampering with his computer and had opened his e-mail. Surely he had to have known by now. Wouldn't he have said something? Anyone can tell when their mail has been opened and I was wondering if he even cared that his dad had found out he was gay. Or was he gay? Was I gay? Oh who knew or cared. The fact was I had gotten off on seeing my son's cock and balls and ass and if it didn't make me gay, it surely made me bisexual. A pervert who got off on spying on his own 14 year old son. What was that?! That was incest! That's what it was and it was punishable by law. I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the soccer field. Ryan jumped out and ran to the side of the van to pull out his gear. I hadn't after all `done' anything. I'd never laid a hand on him. Yet while standing behind him waiting for him to turn around, my eye caught the full roundness of his ass in those tight red shorts and I sprang an erection. JEEZ what was the matter with me. Maybe I just wasn't getting enough at home as the old saying goes. Then in the corner of my eye I saw, of all people, MWDave42 walking up with his son Erik who was similar in size and age to my own son. I glanced down between Dave's legs remembering the explicit photos I'd jacked off to just a few days before and wondered how he could stuff something so massive in those khaki pants he always wore. He looked so distinguished and professional with his wire rimmed glasses and gray sideburns it made me want to puke. What a closet pervert he was. And a member of the First Baptist Church of Oletha none the less. How icky. Yet behind closed doors he was pulling down his pants and exposing his hard adult cock to a 14- year-old kid. `My'14 year old kid. Sending him photos of his hairy asscrack and massive ball sack. How gross. "How are you Tim?" He asked me walking up with his son who was dressed in the same red shorts my son wore. Except that his son had bright blond hair from who knows where. His mother I imagined. Dave held out his large hand and I shook it, glancing at it first for signs of dried semen. I wondered how he'd feel if I'd made a pass at `his' son. If I sent his son explicit photos of my cock and ass while fingering myself and shoving fat dildo's up my hairy butt. If he would be so forgiving. I was filled with a mixture of hatred and quiet envy. After all, he'd connected with my son. My own flesh and blood who rarely spoke to me these days. "Fine Dave." I said smiling back wondering just what MWDave stood for. Married White Dave. No that wouldn't make sense. Mr. Woodie Dave? No that was stupid. There had to be a way to break into their little circle and expose their secret activities. If only I had a plan, I thought as Dave, my son and his son walked away toward the soccer field. I admired the way Dave's ass filled out his pants and could feel my erection growing just thinking about the pictures he's sent my son with his legs raised exposing his hairy asshole and asscrack and wondering all the while if he'd dicked my only son yet. On the way home Ryan was silent and I wondered if he was thinking about his new mentor Dave Canby. Professor Canby at KCMO and Deacon at the First Baptist Church of Oletha. Father of one son, Erik Canby. "What ya thinkin about Ryan?" I asked my son hoping he'd talk to me. "Nothing." Ryan said sullenly looking out the window at a passing car. "How was the game?" "Fine." My son replied. It looked like the hooked on phonics tapes we'd bought him were working. He was up to single word responses now. Finally moving beyond the single ape like grunts and the shrugging of his shoulders that irritated me so. How was I to bridge this gap? How was I to find out just how far this homosexual activity had gone? Should I just come right out and ask him? Hey Ryan, have you sucked dick yet? Have you and that nasty Mr. Canby been messing around. Has he gone down on you? No, all of that was too vulgar and likely to horrify him as well as myself. I needed a more subtle approach. Something he wouldn't be expecting from his dear ole dad. Maybe I should burst in on one of his little session by accident and give him one of my Fatherly speeches. The more I thought of this the more I realized that this is what I'd have to do. Get him while his guard was down so to speak. Once home, Ryan dashed upstairs to the shower and I went to my room to get undressed. I could hear the water running and I had the sudden urge to peek through the keyhole and spy on him while he showered. Oh my God, what was the matter with me. Had I lost my mind? I wondered as I knelt down on the carpet floor and peered through the small keyhole into my son's bathroom. There he was bending over the tub, his hairless asscrack exposed to his own father's perverted stare. It was dark brown and I could see his youthful balls hanging down between his legs. Actually they looked quite large. I sported an immediate erection and unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect cock and started jacking it. My pants fell down around my ankles. How obscene I thought. What kind of thing was this for a grown man to be doing? What would my mother say? Suddenly my son turned around and I stood up horrified. I scrambled back to my room and shut the door, my pants still around my ankles. This was too much. I couldn't keep doing this. I'd have to come right out and ask him. That was the only way. Once Ryan was back in his room, I slipped on a pair of running shorts and T-shirt, took a deep breath and proceeded to his room. I knocked gently. "Ryan? Can I have a word with you?" "Sure Dad." My son said. I opened the door and there my son sat buck naked in his chair, his hair still wet. "Um, sorry Ryan. I'll wait for you to put on some clothes." "Don't worry dad," my son called out as I proceeded to close his door. "We're both guys right. I mean I see other guys in the gym every day." "Oh, sure." I said glancing down at my son's small flaccid penis nestled in a sprout bush of dark pubic hair. His stomach was smooth and shinny with just a trace of that soft hair down from his belly button to his crotch, his skin was still wet from the water of the shower. I had a great deal of trouble concentrating looking at the hair on his skinny legs. Smooth on top and hairy on bottom. Oh my, I was losing my concentration again. "What did you want to talk about Dad?" Ryan asked me placing the towel on his head and beginning to rub. "Well son," I began in my best fatherly voice. "I had to use your computer the other day and I happened to come across some, well, photo's of you and that Mr. Canby fellow from soccer practice." "Yeah." My son said still drying his hair not bothering to cover up. "Yeah???" I repeated wondering if that was all he had to say. "He's a cool guy dad. He's taught me a lot of things." "Like what!" I suddenly said feeling the fear rise in my throat. "Oh. About soccer I mean." My son replied finally placing the towel in his lap. "Well Ryan. The pictures I found were quite revealing. You could really get in trouble with those. I mean. HE could get in trouble with those. You're only a minor you know. How long has this been going on?" "What? The webcam stuff?" My son asked and smiled. "Oh just a couple of months. I found his picture online and started emailing him that way. I didn't even know he was Erik's Dad at first because all he sent was pictures of his cock." I looked at my son shocked. Wondering why he was being so blunt. If he was being disrespectful or if he was just being trusting and answering my questions. "Well son. You know I've always been very open with you regarding sex. I just think that you should stick to guys, I mean people, your own age. If you're going to do something you shouldn't be messing around with a 42-year-old man. A married man at that. "Oh come on Dad. It's not that big of a deal. It's not like we've actually gotten together or anything. I've never done anything with another guy. It's just for fun you know. It gets him off." "Oh I see." I said still not believing I was having this conversation with my only son. "You didn't seem to mind the other day?" My son said as I sat down on the edge of his bed that was covered with a Spider Man design from his younger days. "What are you talking about?" I said suddenly terrified. "I found dried sperm all over my keyboard and I know it wasn't me who put it there. Not only that but my email was opened and you're the only one here during the day, Dad." My son said looking down at my crotch. I felt like a child myself suddenly blushing 10 shades of red. "I wasn't snooping son. I needed to use your computer for work and needless to say I was horrified to find all those pictures of you spread eagled on your bed, jacking your cock and exposing your asshole. What if those were to fall into the wrong hands." "Who's? Like yours Dad?" My son said and laughed. He suddenly stood up and dropped the towel. His 5-inch erect cock sprang up from between his legs and he just stood there in front of me defiantly. "Is this what you were looking at Dad?" He said and reached down to openly jack his cock in front of me. "What are you doing Ryan!" I said trying to hide my surprise and excitement. My son just continued slowly jacking on his teen cock until the end was a light shade of reddish purple. He moved over to me silently, his eyes never leaving mind, until he was only inches from me. I sat on the edge of his bed in shock, my eyes never leaving the head of his perfectly shaped cock. I looked up at him as he closed his eyes and I slowly reached out and grabbed the end of my son's dick in my hand. "Aaaahhhh!" He moaned as I squeezed his dick. It was hard and pulsing and alive in my hand. I gently jacked him feeling the way the skin slid up and down on the small shaft. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. "Oh fuck son." I said becoming completely aroused. "This is so wrong." I said this but then reached up with my other hand and began gently massaging his boy nuts. Ryan closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering as I manipulated his penis and testicles in my large hands. "That feels good Dad." He whispered. "Keep doing that." Instinctively I leaned over and opened my mouth and stuck the end of my son's dick in my own mouth for the first time. He spasmed and I reached up to grab hold of his smooth hips. I could feel his body trembling as I sucked him off, swirling my tongue around the small sensitive head of his penis. Suddenly I could taste the salty wet taste of precum. My boy was precumming into his own father's mouth! This was unbelievable. I was committing the ultimate sexual act of perversion but was still unable to stop fellating my own 14-year-old son. Ryan was steadily moaning as I engulfed his cock in my mouth savoring the way it tasted, smelled and felt in my mouth. I continued massaging his smooth balls and it was all I could do to keep from coming in my pants. I could hear the obscene sucking sounds fill my sons room. The sound of MY mouth wrapped around my son's cock slurping away as spit and precum ran down my chin. How perverted. Suddenly my son began pumping his smooth hips into my mouth, his pubic hair bumping up against my nose. I grabbed his ass and shoved him fully forward into my sucking lips. He let out an ecstatic "OH!" and suddenly I felt hot jets of salty sperm fill the back of my throat. He'd fuckin cum in my goddamn mouth! My own son had just filled his dad's mouth with jizz! Oh how nasty. I couldn't believe it and not only that but I was swallowing it as well!! After my son had shot in my mouth he pulled back, his cock deflating before my eyes. "Oh fuck Ryan. That was so hot!" I said looking up at him. My son's cum still dribbling down my chin. My lips were wet and sticky. "Okay your turn!" My son said suddenly surprising me. Without a word I stood up, my cock sticking out of the leg of my shorts. It was dripping so much precum that it looked like I'd cum down my own leg. "FUCK what a nice cock dad!" Ryan said excitedly and reached out to grab me. "Oh!" I moaned as his small hands wrapped around my fat cock head. "Easy there son." I said as my son immediately dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around his own father's swollen cock. "OH fuck yes!" I moaned. "Suck my hard cock!" I commanded him feeling a total loss of control. For the first time I was watching my little boy with his mouth wrapped around the head of my cock and it was incredible. His small tongue sending electrical charges all the way up my spine. My son reached up and forcefully pulled my shorts down around my ankles. He stood back admiring the erect cock before him. The head large and flared. "Damn dad you have one beautiful fuckin cock." My sons' obscene language only fueled me on further. I then shoved my hips forward pushing my fat cock in his small face. "Then suck it." I said grabbing the back of his head and forcing his mouth to engulf my cock once more. He reached up and began expertly wrapping his small mouth around my thick shaft. He then reached up with his other hand and began kneading my nuts the same way I'd done his. His small cheeks were sucking in and out and the scene was so nasty and perverse that I knew it was only a matter of time before I blew my load down his throat. "Oh Ryan!" I said breathlessly. "I'm gonna cum!!!" I said and closed my eyes as I began blowing load after load of hot creamy cum down my 14-year-old's throat. I could hear Ryan gagging and swallowing quickly to keep up, my dad cum running down the corners of his mouth. Just the sight of it was so hot it caused me to keep cumming. I came so hard I thought surely he'd drown in it. The room reeked of sperm and fresh semen of a grown man and a young boy. Once I'd lost my load down my kids' throat I fell back on the bed, my hairy legs spread open exposing myself completely to my own kid. "Damn Dad that was so fuckin hot. You came in buckets!" I smiled then feeling both guilty and relieved. My son then walked back over to his computer and reached inside a drawer pulling out his cheap 20 dollar IBM pc camera. "What's that?" I said wiping the cum off my leg. "It's a bet Dad." My son said smiling an impish grin. His mouth still obscenely wet with my cum. "A bet I had with Mr. Canby that I could get you to perform on camera while he watched." "WHAT!" I said and jumped up grabbing the cam from him. Sure enough it was on. It had been on the whole time filming my 14-year-old son giving me a blowjob. "You mean you set this whole thing up!" I said now enraged. Not only enraged that I'd been tricked, but enraged that the pervert, MWDave, had watched the whole perverted scene and been jacking off the whole time himself. I was beyond enraged, I was speechless. "Chill out Dad!" My son said picking up his shorts from the floor. "You're gonna bust a blood vessel. Mr. Canby is okay with this shit. He loves Dad/son sex as well. That's his ultimate fantasy too. Too watch a Dad and his kid get it on together. I thought the least I could do is oblige him." "Well what about me?" I said standing up still nude from the waist down. "Well, Looks like I obliged you too Dad." My son said smiling with his mischievous grin. I still didn't know how to respond. The whole thing had been a set up from the start. My little innocent son was in fact a nasty cock- sucker. My son then turned around and fiddled with his computer. Not only had MWDave watched the whole thing, but my son had recorded it as well! Taped proof of our incestuous act that could now cause me 10 - 20 in the state penetentury. "Oh no you don't!" I said forcefully pushing my son out of the way. I fully intended to delete all the evidence and go over to that MWDave's house and give him a piece of my mind. "Don't worry about it Dad. It's all good." My son said coming up behind me and wrapping his skinny arms around my waist. I've wanted to do this for a long long time. I always thought you were a closet fag at heart. It just took some work on my part and I knew you'd see the light." "Why you sneaky little fuck!" I said grabbing him. For some reason I bent over and placed my mouth fully on his and without any warning, shoved my tongue fully into his open mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm" He moaned as I began french kissing my own son. We kissed passionately like that for several minutes and I reached down and discovered that Ryan was again fully erect. The horny little fuck. "Oh dad." Ryan moaned. "You are suck a fuckin turnon!" I grinned feeling my son's small tongue wrap around mine. Where the hell had he learned to do all this. Dave no doubt. I switched off my son's computer and carried him to my large king size bed, absent one wife, and was determined to finish what we'd started earlier. Then maybe later on contact Dave Canby and find out just how much he knew about all of this Dad/son sex stuff and how long he'd been involved in it. Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from him after all. And not about soccer that is. :-)