Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 16:44:21 -0600 From: Matti Subject: Seth - chapter 5 - Gay Incest section Seth Chapter five By Matti Kirjailija "So," Mike grinned, pleased the sensuous massage of his friend's bare legs was so well received, and wishing they were both naked. Since his and Paul's night alone, he'd found himself thinking almost as much of Paul, as he did his own son . . . and that was saying something, since he seemed to be thinking about being with Todd almost all the time. A new fantasy formed as Paul sighed with pleasure, at his friend's touch. 'Damn, but it'd be hot to have the boys watch as Paul and I have sex!' He closed his eyes and imagined the boys' reactions to what real man-to-man sex was like. "So," he repeated, pushing thoughts of him and Paul away. He would water the new fantasy, later, and watch it grow and blossom, until such time as it might become reality. "So, now that you've heard about Todd and me, why don't you tell me how you and your sexy boy started." He chuckled. "From what I've seen of the boy, I imagine it was he who started it. Am I right?" "I was trapped," Paul grinned. "And, I wasn't the only one, I later learned." Mike raised his brows, inviting an explanation. "A couple months ago, all the boys in Seth's class were herded into a room and shown a video about the changes in their bodies they could soon expect to see, responsible sex, treating girls with respect, abstinence . . . you name it. They heard about everything, in the abstract." Paul grinned. "I guess the teacher had run up against a wall which declared that he couldn't talk about the basics . . . so, he suggested, strongly, that the boys go home and ask their fathers to tell them, or better yet, according to Seth, to show them all the things he couldn't talk about for fear of infuriating some of those right-wing types who go off on a tirade whenever the word 'sex' is uttered." Paul held up a hand in surrender. "Alright, I won't get started on that, but . . ." He shrugged. "Well, before Seth had a chance to say anything, I got a call from Blake. You know . . . the organizer of Seth's little coming out party?" Mike nodded, grinning at the description. "Apparently, Blake, who is single, as we all know, was having a beer with Gavin Wirtz, one of the other guys from the party. Gavin was telling him how his son had asked him to answer a whole slew of questions; then, pleased with the answers, went out to play, leaving Gavin horny. 'The feeling left him confused. He told Blake that he'd never had sex with a guy before, and couldn't imagine doing anything with his son . . . but, the idea of having sex with a young guy was an idea he couldn't shake. "I guess Gavin and Blake have been friends long enough that he felt comfortable talking about his thoughts. Well . . . all this started Blake thinking, so he jumped at the chance to have Seth at the house, that time. I already told you about that." Mike nodded, and made a hurry-up motion with one hand. "I want to hear about you and Seth," he urged. Paul nodded. "Well, Blake had told me about Gavin's son's questions, though not about Gavin's reaction to them, so . . . I wasn't totally surprised when Seth told me about his teacher asking him and all his friends, to ask their dads to elaborate on what he'd begun to discuss in class." "So . . . how'd Seth ask you?" Paul laughed, recalling his son's approach. "I was in the shower, when Seth suddenly knocked a couple times on the bathroom door, then came in, shouting over the sound of the water spray, if he could talk to me about something important. I asked him if he could wait a few minutes, until I was finished, then we could talk, but he would have none of it. He opened the glass shower door and stuck his head in." "I'm gonna join you," he told me. "Then, we can talk. Besides, I haven't had a shower since morning, and you can wash my back, or something," he grinned, saucily. "I can wash some of you, too, if you want," he added, then disappeared for a moment, to strip. "In no time," Paul continued, "he stepped into the shower, giving me a bright smile." "So," I asked, "what did you want to talk about that was so important you couldn't wait for a couple minutes?" "Can two guys have sex, the same as a guy and girl?" he asked. "I swear, Mike, I about choked. I always knew Seth was forward, but geez! Before I had a chance to answer, he squirted some body wash onto his hands and worked up a lather. "Turn around," he instructed. "I was only too happy to do as he asked, since I was beginning to thicken. I mean, geez, I had expected to talk to him about . . . things. Somehow, being naked while I was doing it, was another matter, entirely." "So, what'd he do?" Mike asked. "The moment I turned around, he began washing my back. Well . . . he wasn't actually washing it, as much as he was using my back as an excuse to soap up my butt cheeks. Damn!" Paul shook his head. "He wasn't content to wash just my cheeks, he told me to spread my feet a little so he could be . . . thorough. His words, not mine. "Well, thorough meant washing my butthole, and, by the time he finished, I had to have the cleanest hole in the whole friggin' town!" "So," Seth repeated, in a breathy voice, excited by what he was doing as much as his father. "So . . . Dad. Um, ah . . ." The boy pressed himself against his father, reached around, and enveloped his father's erection. "Would you show me what sex is all about? Would you have sex with me?" "Fuuuuck," Mike groaned. "That sounds like Seth. I'm surprised he didn't ask his teacher for a demonstration, either during class, or after." Paul laughed, but had to agree with his friend. Seth was being more forward than he had ever expected, and he was . . . excited, far beyond anything he could have imagined. Seth wasn't asking only to hear about sex, he wanted a demonstration! "Do you know what you're asking me to do?" Paul asked. "So, what'd he say?" Mike asked. "He turned me around and openly stroked my erection, smiling up at me." "Yes," he replied. "I'm asking for you to show me what masturbation is like. I'm asking you to make sperm for me, or, better yet, to let me do whatever it takes for you to make sperm. I'm asking for you to show me how two guys can have sex with each other, like I've heard some of the guys talk about at school. And," he hesitated, "If two guys can . . . fuck . . . like a guy and a girl can, I'd like you to fuck me." "What?!" I asked, surprised when Seth didn't even flinch. Instead, he nodded, and continued playing with my cock and balls." "Yeah, Dad. I know what I'm asking you to do. I'm betting that two guys can fuck, like a guy and girl can. I'm betting that one of the guys has to stick his hard . . . dick, up the other guy's butt." His eyes widened as he continued. "Do the guys have to be grown-ups to have fun like that, or do you think a kid my age can be fucked? "Is it okay for me to use words like that when we're talking about sex?" he went on, speaking fast, as if all his pent-up questions were being released at once. "What is sperm like? When will I be able to make some? What does it taste like? Have you ever tasted yours? Have you ever tasted another guy's? Have you ever fucked another guy? Will you fuck me? "Ever since my teacher talked about guys and girls doing it, I've hardly thought of anything but how cool it'd be for you to do it to me. Can you make sperm and shoot it up inside me, like a guy does to a girl? Will it hurt bad? Do you think I can handle it? Geez, I want to have you inside me, Dad." The boy lowered his eyes, seemingly embarrassed for the first time. "I'd love that, but . . . I'm thinking I'd love having lots of guys doing it to me, one after another. Is that a bad thing to want? Does wanting you, and other guys, to do that to me make me a bad person, or something?" The young boy's voice faltered. "I don't wanna be a bad person, like guys who go out and hurt someone else. All I want is to have you, and other guys, too, inside me. "Some guys at school talk about how cool girls are." Seth made a face. "I guess they're okay, as friends, n'stuff, but, I can't imagine wanting to be naked with one of 'em. When I think about that sort of stuff, I get soft fast. But, when I think about you, naked, I get really hard. Oh," he added, as an afterthought. "I am only interested in grown-up guys, or at least guys who have graduated from high school n'stuff. I think older ones than that are way-cool. But, none of 'em are as cool as you are." He caressed the length of his father's erection, then hugged him close, trapping the hard cock between them. "Will you make sperm for me, Dad? Will you show me how it's done?" He looked up with his mischievous smile. "Then, will you . . . um . . . fuck me?" The young boy suddenly looked up, as if captivated by a new thought. "Do guys kiss? I saw a movie on television once, where the guy and girl were kissing, and you could see their tongues." Seth made a face. "Would you kiss me, like that?" He tugged at his father, until the older man squatted. "Kiss me, Dad. Show me how to do it with our tongues." "Holy fuck!" Mike groaned. "This is so freakin' hot! So, there the two of you were, naked, kissing in the shower?" Paul smiled. "Yeah, as the boys would say . . . it was all so cool! I tell you, Mike, I was so excited, I would have done just about anything he wanted to do." Paul adjusted his erection, grinning at his friend, as he pushed his hand beneath the waistband of his running shorts, and straightened his cock. "I began by squatting down to kiss him, but, after a brief kiss, decided that I wanted to be dry and comfortable, in my bed, instead of wet, and . . . wet, in the shower. Besides, Seth was trying to hide the fact that he was beginning to shiver. "So, I turned off the water and told him if we were going to play, I wanted to do it in bed. From the way he was acting, I figure he thought I was going to tell him that I didn't want to play. But, as soon as I mentioned the bed, he perked up and quickly dried himself, urging me to hurry up." "Then what?" "He took my hand and led me to the bed, dimming the light until it wasn't much brighter than candlelight. He climbed onto the bed and reached out, in a silent invitation for me to join him." Paul shook his head. "I swear! I think Seth has a romantic streak." "In addition to his horny streak?" Mike chuckled. Paul grinned. "He wanted me to lay on top of him, but I was afraid I'd crush him if I put my whole weight on him, so I managed to get him to stretch out on top of me." Paul moaned as he ran his fingertips over the length of his penis, trapped beneath his nylon running shorts. "So, there we were, with our erections pressed against on another's, and our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Damn, Mike! I was ready to pop, and we'd not done anything other than kiss!" "Paul, trust me," Mike murmured, "I've recently been exposed to how easily you can . . . pop." He grinned, and licked his lips. "I've also experienced how quickly you can reload." "I couldn't handle the stimulation any longer, so I asked him to kneel at my side. I guess he figured something was about to happen, because he slid off me, without a complaint, and knelt close enough that his knees were touching my side. I explained why my cock was . . . using his words . . . slippery, and asked him to slowly stroke me." "You gonna make sperm for me?" he asked. "I laughed and told him that as excited as he made me, it felt like I was going to make a gallon." Paul smiled. "When his eyes got big, I figured I'd better explain that I was only using a figure of speech, and that it was impossible for a guy to make that much. I didn't want him to be disappointed. He nodded, and began to slowly masturbate me, using my pre-cum as a lube. "Geez, Mike! It hardly took any time, and I was bucking my hips and breathing hard. He stopped a moment, thinking something was wrong, but I managed to croak that he needed to keep going, and I was about ready to make some sperm, especially for him. "He kept on jacking me, in that exquisitely slow way I love, and, after a couple more strokes, I grabbed the sheets at either side of me and shot. Damn, but I shot! The first one hit me on the chin, splashing some onto my lips. I must have pushed out a couple more jets, which left me exhausted. "When I opened my eyes, Seth was looking at me as if I'd pulled a rabbit out of a hat, or parted the waters, or something. I winked, and he seemed to resume breathing." "That was way-awesome," he breathed. "I had no idea." "His attention shifted from me to the puddles of sperm on my chest and belly, then back to me. A second later, he got onto his hands and knees and leaned over me, and gave me a long kiss." "Thanks, Dad. I'm gonna remember what you just did, forever. Maybe someday, if I have a son, I'll be able to do the same thing you just did for me, for him. Huh?" "He didn't wait for an answer, but scooped up as much of my juice as he could, then reached behind himself and slathered it over his butthole, wearing a determined expression. Seth . . . I warned him. Since I've just shot, I may not be able to stay hard enough to push into you. If I don't, don't be disappointed, okay?" "Let's try, anyhow. I think it'll be so cool to use your own sperm to make you slippery enough to slide into me." "He straddled my groin, but before trying to have me enter him, he leaned forward and let me suck his fingers clean of my own stuff, wearing one of his cheeky smiles." "I'm gonna try sitting on it," he announced. "That way, I can do the work, and if it hurts too much, I'll slow down. Okay?" "I nodded, watching him as he reached behind himself and positioned my suddenly-resurrected cock head at his hole, and, as he chewed on his lower lip, he slowly lowered himself onto me. "Y'need some more lube?" I asked. "Shhh," he hissed, and shook his head. "I wanna do this . . . so . . . bad." Paul grinned at his friend. "I realized that I wanted to have him, as much as he wanted me, too. I wanted to fill him with sperm, then lick his hole and share my own juice with him. There I was, Mike, with my son trying to sit on my erection, and I was thinking how I'd become his sex slave. No matter what Seth wanted of me, sexually, I would have given him. "I watched as he took a deep breath and, with a determined look, forced himself down onto me, capturing the head of my dick. His eyes flew open." "Oh . . . geeeez . . ." he groaned. "I hope it's gonna feel better than this!" "Easy . . . I urged him. Just sit still for a while and become accustomed to it. Remember, that you don't have to do this now, or ever, for that matter. He nodded his understanding and sat still, taking deep breaths." Paul chuckled. "The only thing I could think of, watching him concentrate, like he was, breathing deeply, was how his mother did the same thing when she was giving birth. I wanted to laugh, but that would not have been a good thing to do. I mean, the guy was sweating, and everything." "This is the same guy who had six guys fuck him in succession, and never batted an eye?" Paul blushed. "We've been doing a lot of practicing." Mike gave his friend an over-the-glasses look and snorted. "I would never have guessed!" Both men turned, as the subjects of their conversation walked out of the house, onto the patio. Both boys were naked and were smiling brightly. "Why aren't you guys naked, yet?" Seth asked. "Todd n' I have been since about three minutes after he got here." "Two minutes," Todd corrected. He nodded toward the two adults. "Old guys are really slow, y'know," he grinned. "Because of that, Seth and I have gotten the bed ready for the four of us." Seth grabbed his father's hand. "Stop playing with yourself, Dad! Todd and I are ready to take on the both of you." "What would you guys say, if us two old guys have sex in front of you . . . kids?" Mike asked, accepting his son's hand. Both boys turned wide eyes on their fathers. "You guys have played with each other? I mean, for real?" Seth asked. Both Mike and Paul smiled and nodded, as they allowed themselves to be escorted into the house. "Way cool," Todd murmured. "As long as you do Seth and me first, I think watching you guys would be fun." "D'you guys know of any other adults who can do Todd and me while you guys are playing with each other?" Seth asked. "We've been talking about it, and both us guys would like to have lots of guys in our holes." "All in one day," Todd added. "All the time." "Today, though," Seth grinned, as he turned to Mike and unfastened his shorts, then tugged them down, freeing the man's erection. "Today, though, we want to see how many times you guys can fuck us." "Is this a contest, or something?" Paul asked, as Todd followed his friend's lead, and stripped the older man. "Nope." Both Seth and Todd jumped onto the bed and lay side-by-side, pulling their knees back and exposing their holes to their fathers. "C'mon, Mister Steele," Seth said. "As hard as you are, I'm thinking you're ready to shoot your sperm in me." He reached between his legs and toyed with his own asshole, as Todd's father knelt close by and positioned the head of his cock against his best friend's son's anus. "C'mon, Paul," he said. "Todd's all primed and ready for you to mount him." Mike motioned his friend to get into position. "Lemme hold if for you as you slide in." "Less talk!" Seth complained, "Todd and I are ready." Mike toyed with his son's erection for a moment, then wrapped a hand around his friend's erection. "We're ready," he said. "Go for the gold." He grinned. "That's what Seth and I are gonna do." He watched, transfixed, as the first man, other than himself, slid his cock into his son, and sighed. 'Watching that is as good as I imagined it would be,' he told himself, before returning his attention to Seth, who was watching his father, with an unreadable expression on his face. "Y'okay?" Mike's concerned murmur was met with a bright smile and a nod. "It's awesome to see Dad making someone other than me feel good. I'm glad it's Todd." "So am I, handsome," Mike murmured, as he sank pubes-deep into the boy. While giving Seth a moment to become accustomed to the cock stretching his hole, Mike leaned forward, his shoulders holding Seth's legs back, and kissed his friend's son, deeply and thoroughly. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but see his best friend, slowly grinding his hips, pushing himself into Todd. 'Oh yeah,' he thought. 'The idea of getting a bunch of guys together to take care of the boys, is a great idea." Seth tightened his sphincter, as a signal that he was ready. 'A great idea,' Mike thought to himself, as he began slowly making love to Paul's son. 'I can just imagine what it'll be like to fuck Todd and have my cock sloshing around in the sperm of a room full of guys.' He glanced to his right, as he began to thrust faster. Todd had Paul in a lip-lock and was grunting with pleasure at each forward thrust. A fine sheen of perspiration coated Paul's pale-skinned, lean body, as the muscles of his buttocks bunched prior to each thrust. 'The next time someone fucks Todd,' Mike thought, 'I'm going to be behind the guy, so I can watch Todd's sphincter stretch to handle the invader.' "Damn, this is good," Seth murmured, in a voice rough with passion. "I love having you in me, Mister Steele." Mike pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth. "D'you wanna spend the night?" he murmured, after their kiss. "Just you and me. We can fuck as many times as I can get it up, and Todd can stay with your Dad, and they can do the same." "Oh yesssss," Seth hissed, as he wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders and pulled him close. "Shoot in me, Mister Steele," he murmured, rocking his hips to meet the thrusts of the older man. "Fill me with your juice." ~ to be continued ~ If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other story, Hayden, also in the Nifty Incest section. I have also been asked by Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add to his stories. I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit. If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at: matti-kirjailija@me.com And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea KEAR-yawl-e-yaw. Kiitos, ettŠ luit minun tarinani. (Thank you for reading my story)