Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2011 12:48:03 -0600 From: Roy Subject: Seth, chapter 6 - Gay Incest section Seth Chapter six By Matti Kirjailija "Hey!" Seth looked into the open door of his father's SUV. "There's no room for me! What am I supposed to do, sit on someone's lap?" His eyes widened, and he smiled, as Gavin Wirtz, one of the men who had been at the gang-fuck party, pushed the elastic waistband of his shorts over his scrotum, freeing his cock. He held the stiffening organ out from his body and grinned at the young man, wiggling his eyebrows, as the other men in the vehicle laughed. "Oh," Seth's eyes lit up. "Very cool," he smiled, as he pushed his shorts down and tossed them into the floor of the vehicle. "Each of you guys is gonna be taking turns with me though, aren't you?" Seth climbed into the SUV and pulled the door shut after him; then, grinning at Gavin, he held the older man's erection at his anus, and slowly lowered himself, until he was sitting on the man's pubes. Both he and Gavin sighed. "Great way to start the weekend," Seth laughed. "Comfortable back there?" Paul, his father looked over his shoulder, to see his son slowly rocking his hips. From the look on Gavin's face, the sensation must have been remarkable. "A word of advice, guys! Don't wear yourself out before we even get to the cabin." "We've got a whole holiday weekend, Dad. If the guys get worn out, they'll recover . . . especially since Uncle Mike and Todd will be meeting us up at the cabin." "So," Paul laughed, at his son's use of the term, 'uncle.' "Mike's now an uncle, not Mister Steele." "Well, Dad." Seth placed both hands on the seat in front of him, forcing himself down onto Gavin's erection. "Uncle Mike has fucked me! I'm figuring that means I don't have to call him Mister, any more." He looked from one of the guys in the vehicle, to another. "Or, maybe I should call all you guys by your first name." Kev, sitting between his father, Lee, and Gavin, pushed his shorts down to his ankles and scooted forward as he stroked himself. "You can call me anything you want, as long as I get to fuck that tight hole of yours." "Okay, Shirley," Seth chuckled, batting away Kev's playful punch. At a half-stifled groan, Blake looked over his shoulder and saw Gavin, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, enjoying the feelings of the boy sitting on his erection. "Time to change seats!" Blake called. "Hey, Gavin! We've just gotten out of the city. I know you pride yourself on how fast you can reload, but let the rest of us have a little fun, will 'ya? Ol lead foot, here," he nodded toward Paul, "is driving like a bat out of hell. He doesn't wanna miss out on his chance." "He can wait a little while," Seth laughed, as he pulled off of Gavin's erection. "Dad and I already did it once this morning, and a couple times last night." He ruffled his father's short hair. "We were just practicing, huh, Dad?" "Since you and your dad have been practicing, it's time to practice with me." He grinned and shook his cock. Seth glanced at the thick thing and gave Kev an uncertain smile. "After sitting on that," he playfully complained, "I won't be able to feel anyone else's." "Hey!" Blake called from the front seat. "The rest of us aren't that much smaller than the show-off in the back seat." He looked over his shoulder and grinned at Kev. "Yeah, well you sit on it and tell me how it feels," Seth laughed. He looked over his shoulder, as he pulled his butt cheeks apart. "I'm not complaining, Kev. It just takes a little getting used to, is all. Once it's in, it feels like I'm having a baby, or something." With a look of grim determination, in a vehicle which was suddenly quiet, he slowly sank onto the thick cock, in one long move. He shook his head when he was sitting on the teenager's pubes. "Geez, let's not do too much bouncing around, okay?" "Damn!" Blake shook his head in wonder. "What do you practice on in order to handle that . . . soft drink cans? They're about the same friggin' diameter!" He tore his attention from Seth, who was chewing on his lower lip, and had his eyes closed, to focus on Kev, whose eyes were closed, but for an entirely different reason. "Don't get me wrong, Kev. We're not making fun of that monster you're sporting. We're all jealous." Seth croaked. "I think Kev and his dick are great. I'm just glad he's the only person I know who's so friggin' big." "Have you ever thought that you're not fully grown?" Paul called, from the front seat. "When you're a little older, you'll probably handle Kev a lot more easily. Plus, who knows? You could end up with a dick to rival his." "Yeah, right. And I'll probably drown a guy with the amount of jiz I shoot; just like him, huh?" "I wouldn't worry about drowning on it," Kev's father laughed. "He's shooting it up the wrong hole for you to drown." "I'm in friggin' pain here," Seth groaned, and, suddenly, everyone's a comedian." A half hour later, Seth had, at least twice, sat on the cock of each of the men in the back seat. When one would get close to shooting, Seth would shift position. The second time around, Kev's father, Lee, had not been able to hold back. Seth had been on his lap only a few minutes, when the older man's gasp drew everyone's attention. "I've gotta cum!" he groaned. "This is just too wild." He grabbed Seth by the hips and held him as he filled the young man's hole with three jets of sperm. "Damn!" he sagged, resting his head against the back of the seat. "After I unloaded a couple times in Kev, this morning, I figured I wouldn't be ready to shoot yet." "So," Paul called, looking over his shoulder. "It sounds as if Seth and I aren't the only ones who enjoy practicing." "Y'got that right," Kev murmured. "Practice makes perfect," my piano teacher always says. "Dad and I are practicing for the father-son team of Olympic fucking. As often as we practice, I figure we should be a shoe-in for a medal, huh, Dad?" Seth gingerly slid off Lee, and began to climb into the front seat, where Blake was patiently waiting. Kev reached out, as Seth was half-way into the front seat. "Wait a sec! Lemme lick your hole clean!" He glanced to where Gavin was breathlessly watching him. "Geez, but I love sucking out a cum-sloppy butthole." With those words, he mashed his face against Seth's spread cheeks and loudly began sucking out his father's load. "Uh, oh!" Everyone looked at Paul, who suddenly seemed very distracted. "We've got a police cruiser, with flashing lights behind us. I saw him sitting at the side of the road a while back, but didn't think anything of it. I wasn't breaking the speed limit, so I'm guessing he saw Seth trying to climb into the front seat." The only person who was able to slip their shorts back on was Blake, who had yet to have Seth sit on his lap. As Paul pulled to the side of the road, the men in the backseat gave up trying to sort out their discarded shorts and did their best to give the officer an, "honest-officer-we-went-over-a-big-bump-and-wham-all-of-us-lost-our-shorts, look of innocence." Seth returned to the back seat, and did his best to squeeze between two of the older men. "Try to be cool, guys," Paul warned, sotto voce. "That means you too, Seth . . . understand?" "Yes, sir! No smart remarks." Blake rolled down the passenger-side window as the officer approached. "You took that corner a little fast," the officer began, then paused, as he realized the three men and young boy in the backseat were naked. He leaned closer, and looked into the window, wearing a puzzled expression, nodding a response to Seth's smile. "Um," he returned his attention to the driver, who continued to hold onto the steering wheel with two white-knuckled hands, "but . . . that's not why I stopped you," the officer continued, making an effort to regain his train of thought. "Um . . ." He wiped a large hand over his brow, then flicked an uncertain smile, and snuck another look into the back seat. "You guys can take your hands off your dicks," he grinned. "I know what you're trying to cover up." "You haven't seen Kev, yet," Seth mumbled, grinning when the officer looked toward him. Instead of elaborating on the comment, though, he quieted down, catching the meaningful glower of his father's reflection in the rear view mirror. "I'm sorry, officer," Paul managed to say, heroically, working some moisture into his dry mouth, trying to concentrate both on the man-in-blue, who was now leaning on the open passenger window, and Seth, whose comments were not helping things, whatsoever. "I guess I was a little distracted," he choked, surprised he was able to speak at all. The dark-haired police officer snorted. "Distracted? I imagine so!" He caught the young man's eye and winked, causing the boy to giggle, and the men in the backseat to breathe a tentative sigh of relief. "Would you care to tell me what this is all about?" he asked, directing his question to Paul, the driver. "I'm talking about you, driving a car full of naked men and a young boy." He directed a glance at Blake, who squirmed uncomfortably beneath the gaze. "And don't try to tell me you weren't also starkers," he murmured. Any sting was eliminated when he squeezed Blake's shoulder. "Are you all heading to some sort of nudist convention, or something? I hadn't heard about anything like that occurring . . ." He paused. "Or, I would have signed up." His lips twitched upward, causing his dimples to show. "Um," Paul temporized. "Yeah, we're heading to . . ." he cleared his throat, "something like that." "Y'mind me asking where the boy's been sitting? He should be wearing a seatbelt, y'know." "I've been sitting on their laps," Seth interrupted, before anyone could answer the officer's question. "They strap me on . . . I mean . . . in. Um . . . whatever," he finished, red-faced, warily glancing toward his father. "Indeed," the officer's voice lowered. He appeared lost in thought, then continued. "Look, guys, I'm thinking there's a lot more going on here than you're telling me . . . probably because I'm a police officer n'all." He slipped off his dark sunglasses and leaned closer, catching each man's eye, before continuing. "Let me assure you, that if what I think is going on, is what is actually going on, things are very cool. In fact, they're way more than cool, they're downright wonderful." He grinned, his even teeth bright against the short-clipped mustache. "If I can get a piece of the action, that is . . . so-to-speak." "Does that mean that you'd like to fuck me, too, Officer Flynn?" Seth blurted, reading the man's name from his uniform. The world seemed to come to a temporary halt. Only the birds in the trees surrounding the two cars seemed unaware of what was going on. Someone groaned, imagining their life of freedom going up in smoke. "Call me Levi," the husky man murmured, grinning at the boy. He straightened slightly and looked up and down the two-lane country road. "To answer your question, I would like, very much, to . . . fuck you . . . young man," he said, leaning down and looking into the car. "But not here." He frowned, and glanced to his right. "I may be an exhibitionist, but not . . . usually . . . when I'm in uniform." He returned to leaning on the window opening. "There's a small dirt road, a few miles ahead. Follow me. We'll go back into the woods a mile or so, then I can fuck this handsome young man." He studied the handsome blond boy. "Um, do I have to pull out when I shoot?" "No!" Seth shouted. "Cum in me! It's too bad you don't have any cop friends who'd like to do me, too. I love getting fucked by lots and lots of guys, one after another." Seth's declaration was met with total silence. "Do you, now?" Officer Flynn smiled at Seth's father, whose smile was frozen in place. "Well, maybe something can be arranged, young man. I'm sure some of my buddies would love to stick their cocks up your butt." He cleared his throat. "Um, would you mind me seeing what I'm gonna be fucking, before we leave?" He turned his attention to Gavin, the man sitting closest to the backseat door. "Why don't you open the door, so this fine young man can kneel on your lap and show me his butthole?" he asked. "I wouldn't want you guys to have all the fun." Gavin nodded, appearing half frozen as he unlatched the door and swung it wide, as Seth scrambled into position, and, on hands and knees, turned his bare cheeks and slime and spit-wet hole toward the officer. "Ohhhhh . . . this is one fine butt," Officer Flynn cooed, as he ran the open palm of a hand over Seth's white butt cheeks. "Yes, sir!" he continued, "very fine." He put a finger into his mouth, wetting it, then easily slipped it into the dark pink opening, and smiled. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked, pulling the finger free. "One of you men's juice?" "His," Seth said, pointing to Lee, who's thickening cock instantly deflated as the officer's attention was turned in his direction. "Um," Kev began, as if asking for permission to speak. The officer focused on the teenager and raised his brows. "Um . . . ah . . . could I lick your finger, sir? I love sucking on a sloppy hole, tasting someone else's sperm. I was cleaning Seth here, when you pulled us over." He smiled brightly, as the officer extended his slimy finger, in silent invitation to suck it clean. "I love licking out a boy's juicy hole, too," Officer Flynn murmured, as Kev nursed on the finger. "Mostly, I lick my own stuff out of my son's hole, though. Brady . . . that's my son; he's fourteen, loves squatting over my face and letting my juice ooze out onto my tongue. Then, he sits on my tongue and lets me finish the job." "Holy fuck," Kev groaned, as he reluctantly released the officer's finger, looking at the older man and wishing the husky man could be persuaded to lay on top of him, and slide his dick inside, leaving behind a thick load ready for someone to suck out. 'Fuck,' Kev groaned to himself, as he watched Officer Flynn spread Seth's ass cheeks, then quickly lean forward and use his tongue to lap across Seth's asshole a couple times. "Fuck, guys!" the officer said, standing up, wiping his mouth, and reluctantly moving away from the boy's tasty hole. "I'm 'bout ready to shoot, just sucking on him!" He glanced to his waiting patrol car, then back to the boy's father. "Let's get outta here so I can use this young man." He turned and trotted back to his cruiser, shouting, "Follow me!" over his shoulder. A moment later, he accelerated around the SUV, in a spray of gravel. "This is way cool, huh, Dad?" Seth called, as Gavin hurriedly closed the door, at the same time Paul pulled onto the road and speeded up, trying to catch the officer before the man turned off on a dirt country road, half obscured by the forest. "Maybe we can talk Levi into bringing some of his cop buddies to the cabin to fuck Todd n'me, y'think?" Seth pointed to the black and white car which was about to disappear into the trees. "There." His father absently nodded, and turned to follow. Ten minutes later, Officer Flynn was stripping off his gear and uniform pants, piling everything on the front seat of his cruiser. Seth jumped out of the SUV, as the officer sauntered towards him, casually groping himself at the sight of the naked young man. Officer Flynn was a dark-haired man, with a ready smile. "So cool," Seth said, in a low voice, as the man, minus his pants and underwear, and sporting an erection which stuck out from beneath the uniform's blue shirt, approached. His cock was thick and straight, with a wide, dark, head. A nice set of nuts swung from side to side as he walked. 'Somehow,' Seth said to himself, 'Seeing him half dressed is nastier than if he was naked.' "Y'like what you see?" Flynn asked Seth, as well as the men who were watching, open-mouthed, from the car. He unbuttoned his shirt and tied it in such a manner as to be out of his way, and allow everyone to see everything he planned on doing to the boy. The slabs of his hair-covered pecs, with their dark nipples, were now exposed. "Geez, yeah," Seth said, in a low breath, then stole a quick glance over his shoulder, before turning back to the officer. "My friend, Kev n'I, would really like to see your ass, and your butthole . . . if you don't mind," he added, tentatively grinning at the smiling man. "Kev?" the officer asked, looking toward the SUV. The teenager held up a hand. "Come on out here, boy." Officer Flynn motioned for him to get out of the vehicle. "If you wanna see my hole, you can't see it good from way over there." "Yessir," Kev mumbled, glancing from the officer to Seth, and back to the officer, seeking a hint about what to do. "Well . . ." Flynn grinned. "Now that you're here, go ahead and have a feel. He turned his back to the two boys, spread his feet, and leaned forward, spreading his butt cheeks. "I love to show off my hole." Kev dropped to his knees and pushed his face between the spread cheeks, turning from side to side, then up and down. When he backed away, his face was flushed. "Fuckin' awesome!" was all he could say. "I could spend an afternoon licking on this," he grinned, to the officer who was looking over his shoulder. Officer Flynn laughed, helping Kev to stand. "We'll have to see if that might be arranged. I'd be willing to bet that you're probably the best butt rimmer I've ever met. We'll have to put my guess to a test, won't we?" he asked, with a wink. "But, right now, I have some unfinished business with this young man's asshole, which needs tending to." "Yessir," Kev mumbled. Thank you, sir." The officer wrapped an arm around Kev's shoulders. "Cut the 'sir' crap . . . Kev. The name's Levi. Now, before you join the guys in the SUV, gimme a kiss." He raised his eyebrows. "Let's taste tongues, eh?" "Aw, geez," Kev melted into Officer Flynn's powerful embrace. When he and the older man parted, he turned back to the car on unsteady legs, wearing a bleary smile, which brightened as he saw the other men enviously watching him. "Pretty cool, huh?" he murmured to his father; then brought his father's face to his for a kiss. When they parted, Kev whispered into his father's ear. "You're a way better kisser, and . . ." he grinned, as he caressed his dad's erection. "I like your dick better, too. But," his eyes twinkled, "I certainly wouldn't throw . . . Levi . . . out of bed. Y'wanna fuck him, Dad? I bet he'd like having you inside him as much as I do." "C'mon, handsome," Officer Flynn pulled Seth close. "You stand here and lean over this gentleman in the front seat. Maybe he'd like you to suck him, or something, while I introduce your butthole to my cop-dick. Seth scrambled into position, leaning over and burying his face in Blake's crotch. "You and Kev have already lubed me up enough," Seth said, turning around as the officer spit onto his hand, then rubbed his cock. "Have all you guys already fucked this kid?" he asked, as he lined up the head of his erection with the hole. Absently, he noted another thick drool of sperm escape, and seem to pause at the edge of the young man's anus. Officer Flynn wiped the broad head of his dick across the glistening liquid, gathering it up as additional lube, waiting for an answer. He grinned at their nods and dumfounded expressions, then slowly eased himself into the young man's hole. When his pubes were pressed against the boy's smooth-skinned buttocks, he threw his head back and sighed with pleasure. "Hot damn," he groaned. "This boy's hole is scorching!" His eyes focused on the men who were avidly watching him. "One of you guys this boy's father?" Everyone looked toward Paul. "Get out here!" the cop ordered in a husky voice. "I want you to watch as I fuck your son; then I want to watch you shoot a daddy-load up his tight butthole." The cop bent his knees slightly to better thrust into the shorter boy, then turned his attention back to the young man's father. "Move!" Paul hurried to obey. "Lose the shorts," the officer added. "I wanna see the daddy-dick you've been fucking your boy with." Paul quickly shed his shorts and hurried around the SUV, his erection pointing the way. 'Damn,' he thought, as he moved to the officer's side. 'The guy is freakin' gorgeous. I thought he was handsome when he was in uniform. Minus the pants, and with that thing of his buried in my son, he's doubly impressive!' Officer Flynn could have been part of a recruiting poster for the police academy. He was what everyone thought of when they thought of an officer. He was muscular, but not overly so. His dark hair was mostly hidden beneath his uniform cap. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, which, when combined with his dark mustache, made his smile almost blinding. His hands, where they gripped Seth's sides, were long fingered and well kept. He still wore his uniform shirt, which made the fact that he was naked from the waist down, doubly exciting. A light coating of dark hair covered the officer's perfectly rounded buttocks . . . the buttocks Kev had just finished exploring. Levi's pubes were dark and thick, his penis also thick, and straight. He grinned at Paul, as if he was reading his mind. 'Fuuuuck,' Paul thought, as he drank in the sight of the officer and the slow rocking motion of his hips. 'I wish I had a picture of this guy . . . for those lonely nights alone.' "We're gonna tag-team this young man," the stunning man told Paul, as he slowed to a stop and took a couple deep breaths. "I'm about at the point where I can't turn back, the officer said, as a tremor ran through his body. "But, now that I've had a little bit of this boy, what I want is to watch as the boy is fucked by his old man. Then, when you've made a deposit, I'm gonna slide back in and use your daddy-juice as lube, to finish the job." He flashed a grin toward the SUV. "Then, maybe our young friend, Kev, can drink yours and my jiz. Deal?" "Deal!" Kev shouted from the backseat, where he was being fondled by the man on either side of him. "Fuckin' hot!" Levi motioned Paul closer and caressed his butt cheeks, still buried in Seth's hole. "By any chance, does the father enjoy being plugged as much as the son?" Paul's eyes widened. "I . . . I don't know." The officer was now slowly groping Seth's father, as the boy and the men in the SUV looked on. "Well . . . we'll have to see . . . soon," the officer said, his smile promising that he wouldn't forget. "You've got one hell of an ass on you." He ran a finger between the mounds of Paul's cheeks, and teased his hole, pleased when Paul pressed back against the pressure. He patted Paul's butt . . . a promise of things to come; then nodded toward his erection, which continued to stretch Seth's sphincter. "Y'like what you see?" he grinned, then slowly slid back in, burying himself. "Your boy's got a freakin' hot asshole . . . Daddy. With that, he slowly withdrew. "I love watching a guy's dick-head slip free of a boy's hole. The kid's sphincter never seems to want to let loose of it. It's especially great, when you've left a load of sperm behind, and dragged some of it out, still connected by a thick strand to your own cock." He ran a thumb over the head of Paul's cock, smearing around the man's pre-cum, then held the thumb to Paul's mouth, for him to suck it. "Your turn, Daddy," he grinned, as he slid free. ---------- "I don't care!" Kev mumbled, giving his father an irritated glance, while sliding his finger across the touch screen of his phone to turn it on. "This is just too fuckin' hot not to take pictures of it. Besides," he grinned at his frowning father, "if he catches me, what's he gonna do? Spank me? Poke me with that thing of his?" He paused a moment. "Maybe I should make sure he catches me, eh? Seth's the one having all the fun. "Oh, geez! Mister Logan's about to start! I gotta get a pic while the cop's still in Seth." Kev bit his lower lip and held the camera phone still, and snapped off a couple pictures through the open door of Paul's SUV. "C'mon, Mister Wirtz," he said to the man he was leaning over to take the photos. "Let's change places. That way it won't be so obvious what I'm doing." Gavin Wirtz scooted to the center of the back seat. "I'm going to expect extra special treatment whenever we get to this cabin I've been hearing about," he murmured, as he ran an appreciative hand over Kev's leg and flaccid cock. "Whatever it is you want from me, I'll do it!" Kev flicked a glance at the sandy-haired man. He returned his attention to the scene being played out nearby. Paul, Seth's father, continued to rock his hips, sliding into and out of his son, while, Officer Flynn stood behind Paul and slid his own erection between Paul's butt cheeks and toying with Paul's nipples. "Fuuuuck," Kev murmured. "This so cool! I wish I was Seth!" "Scoot forward and spread your legs," Gavin Wirtz instructed the teenager. "I'm planning on spending lots of time dumping loads into your hole. I'm thinking that I'd like to finger it while you're snapping pics." Kev quickly turned his head. "For real? I'm not too old for you?" He hurriedly scooted forward on the seat and spread his legs, bending his knees and bracing them against the SUV's front seats. Before Gavin Wirtz had even touched him, Kev's penis had begun to thicken. "Thank you, Mister Wirtz. I thought I was too old to be of interest to anyone but Dad." Gavin tenderly stroked the young man's erection and cupped his generous nut sac. "Kev . . . you are what . . . sixteen? You also happen to be awesomely gorgeous. I assure you, if men knew you were available, you'd have lines of guys waiting a turn at your ass." Gavin wet a forefinger and easily slid it past the swell of Kev's muscular ass ring, into the heat of the boy's body. When he touched Kev's prostate, all thoughts of capturing what was going on outside was forgotten. Kev laid his head back, closed his eyes, and sighed with the pleasure of having an older man fingering him." "Heads-up, in the backseat," Blake murmured. "Paul's shot, and the cop is stepping up to the plate. If you're gonna take pics, this is it." Kev blinked and grinned, as Gavin removed his finger. "Next time you're in me, I'm hoping it's your dick I'm feeling." He fondled the older man's erection, then repositioned himself to take pictures of the officer, who was now slowly thrusting. "Fuckin' damn," Kev murmured. "The cop's dick is forcing out some of Mister Logan's juice! It's running down Seth's leg!" "Damn, the guy's got a stellar butt," Blake commented, from the front seat. "I wish he'd fuck me," Kev groaned, then flicked a glance to his left, and grinned. "After Mister Wirtz has had a couple turns, of course. Kev's attention shifted back to the officer and Seth. It was clear the officer . . . Levi . . . wasn't far from shooting. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his motions had become jerky. "I've gotta get closer to this," Kev said, to no one in particular. He pushed the camera into Gavin Wirtz's hand, opened the door of the SUV, and slid out. "Feel my butt . . . Kev," Office Flynn grunted. "If . . . I had . . . a bit more . . . time," he spoke, as he worked Seth's butt, "I'd love to plug your hole, too." He gulped a swallow and paused a moment, clutching Seth's flanks. "Damn, but I would. And . . . my son . . . he's fourteen, would love to sit on your dick. Y'like both fucking and gettin' fucked?" "Damn right, I do!" Kev squeezed the officer's tanned butt cheeks, then slapped one, with a loud smack of an open palm, which left an imprint on the firm mound of muscle. Officer Flynn jumped in surprise, then speeded up his thrusts. "I'm also into sucking out sloppy holes, and cleaning off spermy cocks," Kev said, mesmerized by the sight of the officer's cock penetrating Seth's hole, and the foam of Paul's load, which hovered around the edge of the stretched opening. "C'mere!" The officer pulled Kev close, and mashed his face against the teenager's, just as his orgasm took him. His entire body tensed, and jerked four times, each jerk signifying a stream of cop-sperm being forced into ten-year-old Seth. From the back seat of the SUV, Gavin Wirtz captured it all - the slap on the officer's butt, his shivering orgasm, as well as his and Kev's deep and passionate kiss." "What are your thoughts, seeing your son with another man?" Blake asked Lee, Kev's father? Blake suspected the other man's erection told the answer. "Damn, but I'm enjoying it . . . way more'n I thought I would." He grinned crookedly. "I watched him fuck Seth, over at your house, of course, but I never saw him approach someone and offer himself to the person, like he did that officer. Now," Lee grinned. "All that's left is for me to watch someone mount him and give him a good screwing." Officer Flynn drew Seth to him for a lingering deep throated kiss, never releasing Kev. "Will both you boys fuck me sometime . . . soon?" he asked. "I love shooting in boy-hole, but I also really get off having the same boys plug me." "As long as my dad's with me," Seth replied, "that's cool." His eyes lit. "Maybe you and a couple of your cop buddies could join us at the cabin. That's what we're going up there for . . . for lots of fucking. Me and a friend, Todd, and of course, Kev, here, are gonna be available all weekend." Seth spread his cheeks and leaned forward, giving Kev clear access to the two loads which were beginning to liquify and ooze out of his asshole. "Cabin?" Officer Flynn asked, wiping his still oozing dick head over Kev's shoulder. He turned to Paul, who had been silently watching the officer take his son. "Is the boy right? Am I, and a couple buddies, invited? What about my son? I know he'd love to have a bunch of guys pound his butt. He's about as much a sex hound as these two young men." "You're all invited, though if you're going to spend the night, you might want to bring a bedroll; oh, a few supplies. We hadn't planned for extra guys. There aren't going to be enough beds for everyone. Butt," Paul laughed, "it sounds as if there'll be plenty of boys for all of us to use." The officer rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "I can hardly wait!" He pulled Paul to him and kissed him on the mouth, unaware that Gavin was once again taking photographs. "I've already asked your son and Kev to fuck me," Officer Flynn murmured. "Maybe the two of us could hook up, too, y'think? I'd love to taste your sperm, and feel your load up my ass. Does that sound good, or are you only into boys?" "I'm into men," Paul grinned, "though there is someone, whose already up at the cabin, I'm kind of getting serious about . . . a guy our age . . ." he trailed off. ~ 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)