Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:06:40 -0800
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Pornstar

If you want to lose your enthusiasm for something, do it for a living.

As the world's formeost male pornstar, Rod Manly had learned that the hard
way.  Fifteen years of fucking women and men for money had taken all the
joy out of sex for him.  In fact, it took considerable ED drugs for him to
get it up at all anymore.

But that didn't matter much.  He had long since made enough money to be
secure for the rest of his life.  He still watched over his company's sales
of DVDs, sex toys, lubricants, etc.  But for the most part, he was retired
from performing.  He devoted most of his time now to raising his son, Beau.

Beau was the result of a shoot Rod had done ten years prior with a female
icon of the industry, Busty LaRaeu.  A ravishing brunette with a pair of 44
triple 'E"s, she had turned Ron on like no other woman ever had.  The shoot
turned into an affair that was one long fuck-fest.  And when Busty came-up
pregnant, Rod was delighted.  He'd always wanted kids.

Busty seemed glad too at first.  But once the baby was born, she showed
little interest in being a mother.  And when Rod caught her doing a "milky"
movie for a rival company, he demanded she sign custody of the boy over to
him, which she did with no arguement.

Beau was a beautiful boy from the start.  He had his father's deep blue
eyes and muscularity, and his mother's black hair, full lips and creamy
white skin.  It was also apparent the boy was going to inherit his dad's
huge endowment.

Rod did has best to shield the boy from his profession.  He went to school,
did gymnastics, and in general lived a "normal" life.  Of course, he knew
what his father did; Rod didn't want to deceive him, especially when he
would find out sometime anyway.  And he didn't want the boy to grow up with
any hang-ups about sex.  But he sheltered him from any exposure to the
world of porn.

It was therefore a great shock to Rod when he came home early one day and
found out his son was anything but naive about his father's business.

He was walking past Beau's room when he heard a moan.  Looking through the
partially open door, he could see the boy reflected in his dresser mirror.
Beau was seated at his computer, watching a Rod Manly feature!  There was
that famous eleven inch cock slamming in and out of a twink's asshole.

"You like that, huh?  You like being my little bitch?" Rod heard himself
growl to the pretty boy he was fucking.

"Oh god, yes!  Harder, daddy, harder!"

The latter statement did not come from the actor on screen, but from Beau.
Rod realized with astonishment that his ten year old son was impaling
himself over and over on "The Rod Manly Life-size Realistic Dildo."  Of
course the small boy couldn't take it all; he was stopping about a third of
the way down, where the shaft got ridiculously thick.  Hell, his rammer had
defeated more than one grown man, let alone a little boy.  But the fact
that the kid was able to take it at all showed he had been trying for some
time, perhaps months.

Rod felt light-headed. His mouth hung open.  Lube - or was it anal juice? -
ran down the toy from his baby's stretched sphincter.

"Who's your daddy, you hot-assed little bitch?" yelled Rod's alter ego.

"You are, Daddy!  You are!"  cried Beau.  He threw his head back and
shrieked as his hairless body began to spasm with a dry orgasm.  His
prepubescent cock, already an impressive six inches, quivered as it slapped
against his smooth tummy.  The boy wilted as his orgasm ended.

Rod quickly and quietly crept down the hall to his own room.  He collapsed
onto his bed, stunned by what he had just witnessed.  It wasn't so
surprising that the boy had managed to defeat the block Rod had put on his
computer.  Kids these days were much smarter about all that than their
parents.  Nor, he guessed, was it that surprising that the boy had managed
to buy his way onto a porn site, and get himself a dildo.  Rod wasn't
particularly careful with his credit cards, nor did he monitor the monthly
charges very closely.  Neither was he shocked to find his son being sexual
at his age.  He had certainly been so himself, and even earlier.

Rod was anything but a homophobe, having made the best part of his fortune
fucking men.  If his son was gay, he didn't care.

No, it was two other things that had him in such a state.

First, the fact that the object of Beau's desire was so clearly Rod
himself.

And second, the fact that he, Rod Manly, had never been so turned on his
life!

Rod's famous cock was rock-hard, and a large spot of pre-cum was spreading
across his pantleg.  It had been all he could do not to go into his son's
room, pull that dildo out of his ass, and give the boy the fuck he so
clearly needed.

"What kind of a father am I?"  Rod thought.  He loved his boy more than
anything or anyone in this world, and had always put him first in his life.
And now, he might ruin everything by taking advantage of his own flesh and
blood?  What the hell was the matter with him?

Stripping off his clothes, Rod got into the shower, and quickly jacked a
huge load out of his overheated balls.

"I'll just have to keep this monster under control, that's all." he
thought.

                         ***************************************

That night, Rod and Beau were cuddled up together on the couch watching TV
as usual.  Rod was uncomfortable, knowing what he now knew about his son's
desires.  But he couldn't refuse to hold him without revealing what he
knew.  So he sat stiffly while his boy pressed his face into the side of
Rod's big hairy chest and breathed deeply.  It was obvious the boy was
loving his daddy's musk.  Rod's eyes traveled down the boy's perfect torso,
coming to rest on his package.  Beau shfted his hips and his six inch boner
suddenly slid down his pantleg.  He let out a tiny moan.

Rod closed his eyes.

"Oh good God," he thought.  "What am I going to do?"

He felt a tiny kiss on his right pec, and Beau's fingers trailing through
his chest hair.  He met the boy's inquiring gaze.

"Is something wrong, Daddy?" he asked.

"No, baby; nothing's wrong.  I just...that is..."

It was taking all of Rod's self-control to keep from crushing his lips to
his little boy's.  He stood and walked across the room.

"What is it, Dad?"

"We need to talk, baby" said Rod.  "I saw what you were doing today in your
room."

"Oh.  Are you mad at me?"

Rod turned to face the boy.

"Oh no, of course I'm not mad.  I was sexually active at your age.  How can
I expect you not to be?  It's just that it came as a shock to realize
what...who...turns you on."

Rod saw that Beau's eyes were rivetted to the front of his pants.  He
looked down and realized that his cock was at full mast, wrapping around
his left hip.

"It looks like you are kind of turned on by me too, Dad" said Beau, and
smiled.

"Jesus, where did this kid get his balls from?" thought Rod.  "From me, I
suppose."

"That's just it, baby.  The thought of making love to you does turn me on.
But it shouldn't.  I'm your father.  How can I cross this line, and still
be a dad to you?  I have a responsibility to you."

"Well..." said Beau thoughtfully; "it's going to happen; we both know it.
You aren't going to send me away, and we can't live together, wanting each
other this much, without doing it.  So I guess we'll just have to see how
things work out after, right?"

Rod was flabbergasted.  His little boy made more sense than most adults he
knew.  He felt his heart bursting with love for the bright little angel on
the couch.  He crossed to him and knelt in front of him.

"Honey...the love of a father and son is a powerful thing.  Once you add
desire to that, well...it's explosive.  If we become lovers, I won't be
able to share you; now or ever.  I wouldn't be able to bear the thought of
you in another's arms.  It would kill me.  But it's not fair for me to
expect fidelity from a boy your age.  You should have the chance to sample
what's out there before you make up your mind."

Beau laughed.

"You're silly, Daddy.  There isn't anyone better than you for me.  You are
the sexiest man in the world, and you love me more than anyone else ever
will.  Why do I need to hurt a bunch of other guys, pretending they have a
chance, when they don't?  I love you, Daddy.  Please don't make me wait."

The boy's logic was unassailable.  Could this really be the love that Rod
had wanted his whole life and never found?  His own son?  He knew he should
be repulsed, ashamed of himself for even considering it.  But oh, dear God,
how he loved and wanted this boy.  And Beau was right.  He knew he would
give-in sooner or later; why wait?

He took Beau's face in his hands and looked into his eyes.

"All right then.  Beau Manly...will you be my boy-wife, for the rest of my
life?"

"Oh, Daddy!" Beau cried.  "Of course I will!"  He rained kisses all over
his father's handsome face and cried with joy.  Rod held the precious
bundle of love in his arms and wept too.

                                                 ***************************************

Two hours later, Beau lay alone in his father's big bed, waiting.  He had
douched himself thoroughly, following his dad's instructions.  He had put a
teaspoon of "special powder" in the last bucketful of water, holding it
inside him for fifteen minutes.  This was something Rod had developed over
the years to make it easier for bottoms to take his huge cock.  Beau felt
extremely relaxed now, but also very excited.  He could hardly believe he
was about to be bred by his own father!  How many times had he dreamed of
this moment, and now his dreams were coming true.

Rod entered, wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms.  Beau's eyes scanned
over his muscular physique, coming to rest on the bulge in Rod's crotch.
Rod felt light-headed.  What he was about to do was so transgressive,
breaking every tabboo society had.  And god, how that exited him!  He
sauntered over to the side of the bed and slowly undid the snaps of his
pants, which slid down his legs, allowing his half-hard organ to emerge.  A
moan escaped Beau's lips.

Rod pulled back the sheets, exposing his beautiful boy's perfect body.  The
translucent skin was molded over firm young muscles.  Rose-colored nipples
jutted out from his round pecs.  An impossibly tiny waist supported the
unnaturally big penis, which stood proudly, eager to be exposed and
admired.  Rod let out a moan of his own.

"Ah, baby; you are so beautiful."

Lying on top of his son, Rod pressed his lips to Beau's, his tongue
exploring the boy's mouth.  Beau's arms circled his neck, holding his
father to him passionately.  Rod felt his cock growing to it's full
dimensions.  He rose and straddled the boy's torso, exposing the most
famous cock in the world to Beau's lustful gaze.  The sheer obscenity of
the act had him panting with desire.

"Oh, Daddy!  Daddy!" cried Beau, pressing his lips to the throbbing
stalk. His small hands did their best to encircle the massive inseminator.
He felt the pulsing veins, the soft skin.  His tongue licked up the bottom
of the shaft until he reached the dripping piss-slit.  The taste of pre-cum
filled his mouth, and he opened wide in a vain attempt to engulf the purple
head.  Unable to take it in, he licked around the sensitive edge, sending
bolts of pleasure to his father's brain.

Rod brought his hanging scrotum over the boy's face.

"That's where you started your life, baby boy.  Worship those massive
nuts!"

He settled the bag on Beau's mouth.  He could hear the sounds of moaning
and slurping, as the boy wallowed in his dad's funky nutsack.  Rod turned
so he faced Beau's feet, and pulled the boy's legs up and wide, revealing
his virgin pucker.  It was tight as a drum, with just a hint of pink
showing around the edges.  Rod buried his face between the smooth buns and
licked at the tasty hole.  Beau squealed and attacked Rod's nuts with even
more vigor.  His tiny hole began to open, and Rod's tongue slipped-in,
worming it's way deeper until it encountered the tiny nubbin of prostate.
Rod massaged the spot with the tip of his tongue until Beau suddenly
spasmed, a dry orgasm wracking his body.  He shreaked, and his anus
tightened, forcing Rod's tongue out.

Rod rose, letting the boy recover from his first cum of the night.  He
removed a device from the nightstand.  It looked something like a caulking
gun, but with a long flexible tube on the end.  He squeezed the trigger,
and clear lubricant oozed from the tube, which Rod spread all over it's
length.  Then he inserted the tip into the boys' anus, slowly working it
deeper into his guts, until a full foot of tube was in his belly.  Then he
began to squeeze the trigger, filling Beau's insides with the jelly.  He
slowly pulled the device out, spreading the lube all through his channel.
This was another invention of Rod's that he had developed to make anal
intecourse possible for him.  Like the powder, this also contained muscle
relaxers and pain killers.

At last he removed the tube and lay down beside his son, his knees bent
beneath him, resting on his elbows.

"Straddle me, baby" he instructed.

Beau stood over his dad's towering phallus.  Rod positioned it at his boy's
tiny orifice.

"Squat down, honey."

Beau bent his legs, and the giant head pressed against his rectum.  Rod
wrapped his strong arms around the boys torso and pushed him down onto the
cockhead.  Despite all his preparations, the hole resisted.  Rod pushed
upward with his hips, and suddenly Beau's ring of muscle popped open.  The
boy let out a shriek as Rod's massive cock surged into him four inches.  No
matter how many precautions were taken, no one took Rod Manly without some
pain, let alone a little boy.

"It's okay, honey.  That's the worst of it," Rod whispered into the gasping
boy's ear.  "I've popped your cherry now.  You'll never be a virgin again."

"Thank you, Daddy" Beau sighed.  Rod's heart filled with love for this
sweetest of boys.

"Oh, my angel," he sighed.  "I love you so much."

When Beau seemed ready, Rod pushed again, but soon came to the first
barrier, where the sigmoid colon began.  He took the boy's left leg and
brought it up over his shoulder, then tipped the boy's torso to his right,
changing the angle of penetration.  After some more pressure, the big cock
slipped into the next passage, and Beau sighed.  There was no pain this
time; just a feeling of slowly being filled.  He relaxed his leg and slid
down and down until the next gateway was reached: the entrance to the
ascending colon. Rod reversed the position of the boy's legs, and soon he
was once again moving inward.

With several inches still to go, progress stopped.  There was no barrier
this time; it was simply the girth of Rod's monster that was impeding them.
Rod brought both of Beau's legs over his shoulders and laid the boy down on
the bed.

He stared into Beau's eyes.  The lad seemed to be in another world.  Love
radiated from him.  They were in the missionary position now, which seemed
so right.  Rod kissed his boy's beautiful lips, and pushed, hard.  The
final inches pressed into the boy, and his obscenely stretched anus felt
the tickle of his father's curly bush.  Rod's huge balls hung down the boys
back.

"You are the first one to ever take me all the way, do you know that,
baby?"  Rod said.

"Oh Daddy; I'm so proud.  Now fuck me!"

Rod laughed at his son's demand.

"All right, you horny little devil; you asked for it!"

Rod pulled back an inch, then thrust; then two inches; then three, until he
was pulling halfway out each time.  The boy's bowels were working his organ
like nothing ever had before.  He could actually see his cock pressing up
against Beau's abs as he thrust.  The boy's hard-on was being massaged
between his father's hairy tummy and his own smooth one. His breathing was
ragged, and he felt another orgasm quickly appraoching.

Rod felt his own release building and building until all self-control was
lost and he thrust frantically into the boy.  Beau screamed, and waves of
pleasure flowed over him from head to toe.  His spasming bowels felt like a
thousand massaging fingers to Rod, and he exploded.  Rope after rope of
semen shot into Beau's guts.

                              *********************************************

Rod woke the next morning.  It had been a long night.  He had lost count of
the times his insatiable son had brought him off.  They had finally fallen
asleep, still joined by Rod's organ.  He opened his eyes and realized he
was alone in the bed.

"Baby?  Where are you?"

Beau entered, looking as refreshed and rested as a well-fucked bride
should.

"I was trying to see my new pussy in the mirror Daddy, but I can't get the
angle right."

Rod laughed.

"Come here, sweetheart."

Rod took a hand mirror from the nightstand and had Beau lie on his back and
raise his legs.  He positioned the mirror so Beau could see his remodeled
hindquarters.

"Oh, Daddy!  It's beautiful!"

Beau ran his fingers over the bright pink lips of his new cunt and slid a
finger into the moist interior.

"It's so sensitive," he moaned.  "Do you like it, Daddy?"

"I love it, honey.  It's the most beautiful pussy in the world."

"Thank you, Daddy.  It's the best wedding present ever."

"It sure is," sighed Rod.  "But I'm not sure who if it's for, you or me!"

"It's for both of us, silly" Beau laughed.  Then he positioned his little
cunt over his new husband's mouth.

"Please kiss it, darling!"

"I'll do more than that..." Rod growled, as their honeymoon continued.