From clarkson!ub!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!sun4nl!gdsnl!nntp Sun Dec 19 22:43:29 1993 Path: clarkson!ub!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!sun4nl!gdsnl!nntp From: jurgen_van_der_wilk@sysd.gds.nl (Jurgen van der Wilk) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: Incest.txt [1/2] (mm, teen son/father) First time, not the last Message-ID: <2d139ef2@sysd.gds.nl> Date: Sun, 19 Dec 93 01:22:00 +0100 Organization: uugate/2 (OS/2) GDS BV,Internet/Fido gateway +31-15-569865 Lines: 186 Hi All! Another story from my collection. Enjoy it, or not, whatever... Regards, -Jurgen.- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- My youngest Son. It was seven o'clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, and expected to remain that way for a while. The boys were out and I didn't expect either my eldest, Kevin, or his younger brother Mark home before the wee hours. Bobby, my youngest, hadn't started dating regularly yet, so I did expect him home, but I've learned that when he says nine o'clock he means midnight. I was surprised, then, when Bobby came in. He was lugging a big pile of books and it was obvious he had been at the library again. He nodded to me and wandered back to his room after dropping his books on the coffee table. Bobby was a bit silent, but that didn't concern me. He was a moody boy at the best of times. He was just fifteen now, and going through a lot. Fifteen is a tough time for any boy and Bobby was no exception. He was just beginning to date, sex was the most important thing in his life and he hadn't quite figured it out yet. After a few minutes Bobby came out of his room carrying a basket of laundry. As he dropped his things in the kitchenette and began loading the washer I asked him if he was going out and needed clothes. He said no he didn't he was just out of clothes for tomorrow. I went back to watching TV while he loaded the washer. I heard the lid close and glanced his way. I saw him hesitate, then lift the lid again. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it inside, then did the same with his socks and jeans. He started the washer, then wandered into the living room in his shorts to get a book. While he was there I asked him what he was reading. He told me, Oh, just the same old shit, and flopped down on the sofa opposite me to read. It's a little unusual for Bobby to run around in his shorts. He's the shy one of my three boys. Kevin is into weights and you can hardly keep clothes on him. Mark is seventeen, and beginning to fill out, so he is proud of his body and doesn't wear a shirt if he doesn't have to. Bobby, is still in that gawky, gangling stage that tall boys go through and doesn't undress much in front of anyone else. In fact, as I thought of this, I looked him over and realized that it had been more than a year since I had seen him in so little clothing. He lay on his side, facing me, with the book on the cushion in front of him. His left arm supported his head, and his right he draped over the back of the sofa. I took the opportunity to look at him carefully. Bobby is tall for fifteen, a full six feet and one inch. He is as tall as I am, and absolutely towers over his brother Mark. Lying on the sofa, taking up it's full length and ten some, he looked even more slender than he is. His shoulders are still narrow, and haven't begun to fill out. I followed the "S" curve of his body, across his ribs to his narrow waist, and back up the curve of his hip. He skin was stretched tight over his ribs and he looked skinny. When I looked more closely, I could tell, thought that he was not. His chest was not deep, but was well formed, with small, pink nipples that seemed to be erect al the time. Another "S" curve ran down the centerline of his chest and ended at his navel. It was a clear line of separation between the muscles of his abdomen. I looked closely, but still could see no hair on his body. He had only recently started shaving, and still did not shave every day. I still do not have a heavy beard, and I guess he takes after me. Young as he was, I couldn't help notice that he filled his shorts pretty well. Maybe that runs in the family too. Bobby looked up from his reading, feeling my eyes on him, I suppose. He asked me, Something wrong? and I told him no, just looking at my boy. He sat up and looked at me and asked me if we could talk. Bobby and I have always been close and they way he asked, it was obvious that it wasn't just seeing me looking him over that made him want to talk. I moved to his side, and took over one end of the sofa. He scrunched up next to me and I put my arm around his shoulders. He leaned back against me and looked up and said Daddy, I've got a problem. I knew that it was a serious one when he called me Daddy. The other boys had stopped that years ago, and even bobby, who had hung on for ages, had stopped by the time he was twelve or so. Bobby told me about a terrible experience he had only a few days ago. He had taken Bev, a girl in his history class, to the movies and they had wound up necking. She, not he, made some moves and he found himself on the verge of losing his virginity. They went back to her car and he found himself either unable or unwilling to go through with it. To make matters worse, the next day he told his best friend Rich all about and Rich made a pass at him. Bobby was so upset, it was breaking my heart. I put my arms around him and pulled him close. He looked up at me, his dark eyes moist and ready to tear. I hugged him closer and told him not to worry. He really did cry then, and stammered out that he was upset because he had wanted to do it with Rich. He had decided that he was gay. There was really nothing to say at that point. I just held him close and told him everything was ok. It was then that he surprised me. He said to me, Kevin is gay, isn't he? I thought my eldest had hidden the fact well, but I guess you can't keep anything from family. I told Bobby, yes, he was, and I was sure he was happy about it. If you are gay too, I told him, it won't make any difference to your family. He surprised me again. He said to me, well, Kevin told me that you had...well. I looked at him and told him, yes I had, Kevin and I had made love. Under the circumstances I knew what was going to happen, and I wondered if Bobby did too. It occurred to me that his being in his underwear was not an accident, but I shook that aside and paid attention to my boy. He was hurting. I pulled him closer, and he stammered out what he wanted... he wanted me to be his first. I could say nothing, except to say yes. I lay Bobby on his back with his head resting in my lap. With my left hand I smoothed back his hair. I rested my right hand in the middle of his chest, and felt his warm skin against my palm. I thought about what was going to happen. Bobby is such a handsome boy, and as I slid my hand across his chest and over the smooth skin and hard muscle of his belly I thought about how badly I wanted him. He looked up at me, his head in my lap and I leaned forward to cup his balls and gently squeeze. He turned toward me and raised a hand to my chest. As he loosened buttons I stroked his ass through his think cotton shorts. I slipped my fingertip under the edge of his shorts and tickled the curve of his ass. He wriggled and looked up at me again. I moved my hand to his chest and began to tweak his nipples. Without finishing my shirt buttons he reached down and began to wrestle with my zipper. I stopped him, and pushed him onto his back again. I didn't want things to go too fast. If this was going to be Bobby's first time I was damn well going to make sure that it was going to be hot. I wanted Bobby to wriggle and writhe and beg to cum. I put an arm under his shoulders and lifted Bobby up until his head rested on the arm of the sofa and his crotch was within easy reach. Leaning forward I pulled him up with one hand until I could put my mouth over his nipple. I sucked and while I did I used my tongue to tease him. With my other hand I squeezed his crotch, first his balls then the shaft of his stone-hard cock. I was amazed at it's size. For a fifteen-year-old, Bobby was damn well developed. I'm pretty big, over eight inches, but at fifteen I was tiny. My boy is already over six inches and looks like he might get to be bigger than me. While I squeezed his cock through the light fabric, he pulled at his shorts. I released him briefly, moving my mouth to his while he curled up his legs and flipped his shorts away. He sat up facing me and while we kissed he curled his legs underneath him and I kicked off my shoes. He went back to unbuttoning my buttons and I grabbed his ass with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. With my shirt finally open, he leaned forward and ran his lips across my chest. He stopped to suck hard on my nipple while I grasped both of his between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. While continuing to suck he fumbled again at my zipper and this time I let him get it open. He reached for me, but my jeans were just too tight. I pushed him back and he bit gently at my nipple as I pushed him away. When I stood, so did he, and as I pulled off my jeans and shorts I took time to look at him again. Bobby stood there looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. Doing this emphasized the curve of his pecs and made me think again about the fact that his small nipples seemed always erect. I looked him in the eye and he tilted his head to one side and smiled. White teeth flashed from behind full lips. Bobby has a beautiful smile. His blond hair is about collar length and frames his long face nicely. There is a roundness to his face that seems boyish and is not offset, somehow, by his long jaw. Of course, those wide-set, moist-looking brown eyes are real killers. I remembered that I had always looked at him as an infant and thought of those tacky paintings of big-eyed waifs. No waif now, he stood over six feet tall and had the strength that is always seen in youth. He rested his weight on one foot and it gave his hips a sexy slant. As my eyes traveled down his hard, slender body they settled on his cock. Six inches of smooth, hard meat standing up firm against his flat belly, I could hardly keep my hands off. In fact, I didn't. I reached over and took his cock in my fist and used it like a handle to pull him to me. I pressed my mouth against his and moved my hands around to his ass. I gripped both cheeks and dug my fingers in to press his crotch against mine while my tongue prodded and fenced with his. After an endless time I came back to myself and realized that I was gripping Bobby so powerfully that I had nearly lifted him off his feet. He had one hand around my neck, pulling my head forward and the other on my ass, squeezing for all he was worth. Breaking from that embrace took all my will-power, but I did it. I sat back down, and put my arms across the back of the sofa and just looked at him. Standing there, nervous, and not knowing what to do with his hands, he just looked back at me and grinned. I leaned forward and pulled his cock down away from his belly. Re-settling myself on the sofa I began to tease his cockhead with my tongue. He just stood there for a moment not knowing what to do then put his hands behind my head and tried to feed me more of his cock. I didn't let him. I wanted to tease him for as long as it was possible to make a first time last. I continued to tease his slit and just the head of his cock with my tongue and I began to stroke the backs of his thighs. I was amazed at how smooth the skin was. Bobby has very find hair on his legs, but it is so soft as to be forgotten. Bobby began to thrust toward my mouth again, and this time, to prevent him, I had to stop. I sat back on the sofa and I pulled him down on my lap. He wound up kneeling with his knees beside my hips and our cocks pressed close together. With my right hand I grabbed both our cocks and began to stroke them together. At the same time I reached up to pinch is right nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I pushed him slightly backward and with a bit of a stretch I could suck his other nipple. Sucking hard, pinching hard and stroking with long slow strokes I From clarkson!ub!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!sun4nl!gdsnl!nntp Sun Dec 19 22:43:29 1993 Path: clarkson!ub!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!sun4nl!gdsnl!nntp From: jurgen_van_der_wilk@sysd.gds.nl (Jurgen van der Wilk) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: Incest.txt [2/2] (mm, teen son/father) First time, not the last Message-ID: <2d139f60@sysd.gds.nl> Date: Sun, 19 Dec 93 01:24:00 +0100 Organization: uugate/2 (OS/2) GDS BV,Internet/Fido gateway +31-15-569865 Lines: 118 could have stayed that way for hours. Bobby was into it too, he began to pump his crotch toward mine, matching my strokes, and I began to long to have my fingers dug into his cheeks, feeling the squeeze of his ass muscles as he thrust toward me. I couldn't take it any longer, and I think Bobby was about to explode too, when I decided it was time to get this boy's cock down my throat. I reached behind him and gripped his cheeks. Pulling him upward, I repositioned Bobby so that his knees rested on the back of the sofa and his cock was right in front of my face. I pushed my face forward and began to lick him all over. I did his balls first, stopping to suck first one then the other then both together. As I licked his crotch he began to hump his cock toward me. I reached up and pulled it down to my mouth. Taking him slowly was hard, but I made it last. I worked just on the head for a few seconds, as I had done before, then I took part of the shaft and began to lick the underside, massaging with my tongue while I sucked. I took more of him into my mouth, and when I looked up, he had moved his hands to his chest and was stroking his nipples. My hands on both his cheeks I pulled him toward me and took his whole cock in my mouth. Sucking as hard as I could I began to move my head back and forth, licking up and down the full length of his cock, stroking him with my lips. I eased my hand around under his ass, and began to tease his asshole with my finger. He felt me tickle his asshole and shivered all over. His thrusting against my face also began to be thrusts backward toward my finger. Gently I let just the tip of my finger penetrate, and Bobby gasped. I took that moment to pull back and surround just his cockhead with my lips. I sucked hard and furiously tongued the slit. With a quiet moan he shoved his ass hard against my finger, getting an extra inch for his trouble, then he leaned forward against my face and delivered a load of cum onto my tongue. He shot again and again and I sucked his full length back into my mouth. He still had hold of his nipples, but he was now leaning forward, humping against my sucking mouth. I began to thrust my finger in and out rapidly of his ass, and he had to move his hands to the back of the sofa to keep his grip. As his cock shrank in my mouth I thrust my finger deeper and he gave me a last squirt of cum. I moved my hands to support his ass and began to lower him back to kneeling position. When he was seated on my lap again, he sat up for a minute, and grabbing my cock, pushed it under him. He sat back down, pressing my hard cock between his ass and my leg. I wiggled around a bit and it lined up neatly with the crack of his ass. When it did, he leaned forward and just as he kissed me he asked, are you going to fuck me, Daddy? Well I didn't much care to be called daddy just then, but I told him that I damn well was going to fuck him and he'd better get ready. Before I could make good on my promise, he slid back to the floor, and kneeling between my thighs, began to lick my crotch the way I had licked his. Bobby knelt, leaning forward, his blond hair obscuring his eyes as he looked up at me, and began to suck my cock. Bobby may have been a virgin that night, but he sucked me off like he'd had some practice. He started with me just as I had with him, sucking the head of my cock and teasing the slit. In moments he was taking the whole length of my eight-incher down his young throat. I don't think I could've managed one that big on my first try, but maybe Bobby is a natural talent. In no time at all he was bobbing up and down on my prick like a pro, and sucking for all he was worth. I locked down at his back, seeing the "V" of hard muscle flexing as he moved, and let my hands rover over his shoulder blades. He kept wiggling that round, sweet ass as he bobbed up and down, too, and I decided that I damn well WAS going to fuck the boy no matter what. I hadn't intended to at first, thinking that would be better left for when he had more experience. Well, in no time I delivered a big load to the back of Bobby's throat. He looked up at me and grinned, and said, well, I guess you won't be able to fuck me for a while, now will you? I stood up and let him see that my cock was still erect, though not as hard as it had been, and he looked up at me sort of thoughtfully. I reached forward, and picked him up. Carrying him in my arms I took him to my room and lay him on my bed. Seeing him lying there I couldn't resist and I leaned forward to suck his nipples for an instant, and his cock for a brief moment. I pulled away, and picked him up again. I set him on his feet, and made him lean over the bed, supporting himself on his hands. I pulled out a tube of KY and began to lube him up. With each probe of my finger into his ass, Bobby wiggled and looked over his shoulder at me. I pressed my finger into him and he gave me that big white grin full of teeth. Now I stood behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. He pushed back against me, earger to feel it up his butt. When I began to press my cock inside him, however, it hurt him too much. He pulled away, and couldn't take it. I tried to be gently, and to work him up with my fingers first, but I was just too big for his ass. Bobby rolled over and seemed terribly disappointed. He said why didn't we go back to to the sofa for a repeat performance and I agreed that it was a good idea. I sat back down and he sat on my lap facing me as before. I pressed my cock down under him where he could feel it slide up and down in the crack of his ass, then I pushed him back gently and began to work his nipples with my tongue. While I sucked him, stroked his cock with my hand and stroked his ass with my cock, he reached down and gripped my nipples. Sitting there, thrusting my cock against his ass, sucking and stroking, I could have been happy for hours. Bobby was to young to be patient, though. He climbed back up on the back of the sofa and pressed his cock against my face again. As I took the head of his cock into my mouth, though, I got an idea. I stopped sucking him, and lowered him slowly toward my cock instead. I positioned us so that he could lower himself onto me, and he took over. While he bounced up and down, gently working my cock into his assss in small steps, I reached up and got hold of his chest. I rubbed my palms up and down his body, tickling his ribs slightly while he worked to accomodate my cock up his ass. Slowly, Bobby settled himself onto my lap, while accomodating himself to having my cock inside him. When he had settled down and had my full length in him I began to thrust gently. Bobby rocked back and forth on my cock and closed his eyes with an expression of pure extasy. I leaned forward to suck on his nipple while I sped up my thrusting and he leaned back to help me manage both. After only moments in this position, Bobby suddenly shot a strong second load of cum that covered my chest and his. He got a glazed look on his face, and put his hands on his knees to help him find leveage. He began bouncing up and down in time with my thrusts, and I really began heating up. Moments later, Bobby was sweating and pumping up and down, taking eight inch slow strokes of my cock up his ass. I began to thrust faster and he matched me all the way. As I got close I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders. I pulled him down on me and as I increased my thrusting I came inside him. I just pushed him down and held still while my cock pumped him full of juice. I kissed him, and held it while my cock got soft. When we stood up we were both exhausted and ready for rest. Later that night we repeated the performance in my bedroom and still later showered together. I was looking forward to fucking that slick, slippery ass, but Bobby pulled a surprise and got me from behind. "That's my boy!"