Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 17:31:41 -0600 From: Matti Subject: Seth, chapter 7 - Gay Incest Section Seth Chapter seven By Matti Kirjailija "How soon 'til the guys get here?" Todd asked his father, climbing off his father's lap, after a lengthy kiss, and returning to his chair. "Umm, let's see," Mike chuckled. "We're probably ten minutes closer to them arriving than when you asked ten minutes ago." "Sorry," Todd grumbled. "It's just . . . I've been dreaming about this since you and I started. Then, after Seth and his dad came over to play, I've thought about it even more." Mike shifted position. He and his son were sitting on large cushioned chairs on the porch of their summer cabin. The day was warm, heavy with the tang of pine resin from the trees surrounding the home. 'It's so nice to be sitting out here, naked,' Mike thought to himself. 'Todd and I have spent many summer weekends here, but, until now, we've never lounged around in the nude.' He grinned, flicking a glance to his son, who was sprawled on the chair next to his. His legs were spread wide, exposing his still-hairless penis and scrotum. 'I wonder what he'll be like in a couple years.' Mike thought of his friend, Lee, who had probably wondered the same thing about his son, Kev. 'And,' Mike smiled, 'Look at what he grew in to! I'm surprised the boy can even get that thing fully hard. But . . . geez! It is certainly a sight to behold! 'Kev's almost hairless, exceot for that rug of dark hair over his cock. The lack of hair makes that dick of his seem even more out of place. It doesn't look as if it belongs on his body. But . . . geez, the boy certainly knows how to use it! I swear, when he was plugging Seth that day over at Blake's, he could have given all us guys lessons on how to give pleasure to the person on the receiving end of our dick. He played young Seth like an instrument, speeding up, bringing Seth to a trembling dry orgasm, then slowing down to draw out his own pleasure. And then, he apologized for shooting so soon!' "Dad . . ." "Um? You're not going to ask how long until the guys get here are you?" Mike asked, refusing to open his eyes. The daydream of Kev mounting Seth was causing his cock to thicken. He and Todd had made love already, and he wanted to save himself . . . for later on. "Uh, no. I just wanted to let you know that there are two guys watching us. They're in the bushes. Y'know . . . the flowery ones down by the hiking path?" "What are they doing?" Mike asked. "Just watching. They watch us, then talk to each other, then turn back to us. They both have one of those backpack hiking things on their back. The guys look a little older than Kev." Before Mike could comment, Todd raised an arm in greeting and shouted. "Hi, guys! Why don't you join my dad and me!" Mike was surprised by his son's forwardness, especially since he and Todd were naked. He opened his eyes and turned to where the two young men were slowly emerging from the bushes. "Hey, guys!" he called out, raising an arm in what he hoped was a nonthreatening greeting. "Want something cold to drink? C'mon, and get comfortable." The two guys slowly approached, after a silent conference. "Uh, hi," the taller of the two, a red headed, pale skinned man, in his early twenties, said, nervously nodding. "I'm Vince." He turned to his wide-eyed companion. "My friend's Chris. We've been hiking, for a couple days, following that trail back there," he concluded, tilting his head to the trail they'd left behind. "Um, are we intruding, or something?" "No," Mike smiled. He stood, and held out a hand. "I'm Mike, and this is my son, Todd." "Hi," Todd smiled, remaining seated. The two hikers smiled at him, and shook Mike's hand. "You two were kissing, right?" Chris, asked. He didn't seem outraged, only curious. "Why are you guys naked? Do you always hang out, like that? I mean . . . dang!" "Does our being naked bother you . . . Chris?" Mike asked, easing himself into his chair. Chris shook his head. "Uh, no . . . not really. Were you guys kissing?" His friend, Vince, nudged him, and frowned. "No, Vince, it's okay for him to ask. Yes, Todd and I were kissing." "Ohhhhhh," Chris exhaled a deep breath, and wiped a hand over his forehead, brushing away a lock of sandy-brown hair. "Damn, but I need to sit down!" He shrugged off the straps of his heavy pack and sat on it, watching the two naked guys on the porch. His friend shrugged out of his own pack, and joined his friend. "Are you bothered that you saw me kiss my son?" "Geez, no!" Chris quickly answered. Vince silently shook his head. "But . . . damn!" "Damn?" Mike prompted. "If neither of you were bothered, what exactly were you feeling? You're both sitting there looking as if you're having a hard time breathing, or something. The offer for a cold soft drink is still open." Chris shook his head. "Um, thanks . . . maybe later, okay?" He turned to his friend. "Geez, what am I thinking about seeing two naked guys kissing? The kid must be eleven or twelve." "I'm ten!" Todd interjected. "Ten?" Chris raked his fingers through his hair, and turned to Mike. "You were kissing your ten year old son?" "I already answered that question, Chris. Yes, Todd and I were kissing." "He's an awesome kisser," Todd broke in, but quickly became quiet, after an admonishing flick of a glance from his father. "So, Chris . . . Vince . . . what are you thinking? Since you claim not to be bothered, are you angry, ambivalent, excited by it, horny . . . what?" "Horny goes without saying," Vince smiled. "We've been on that trail for a week. I get horny thinking about two squirrels screwing. . ." "Do you guys screw, TOO?" Chris interrupted. "So . . ." Mike grinned. "Vince says that he's horny. What about you, Chris? Horny?" "Um, yeah, I guess." He reddened slightly. "Yeah, a lot, really. Seeing you guys naked is more of a turn on than I would have expected. Then, to see you friggin' kiss!" "You're hard?" Mike asked. "Damn right, I am!" Chris laughed. "I don't really know what I'm thinking of all this." He gestured to the cabin, and Todd and Mike. "I'm sorta confused, I guess. I mean . . ." His eyes focused on Mike. "You never did answer if you guys screw." "Yes." Mike answered, in a single word. "Ah, shit! Chris tilted his head back, and took a couple of deep breaths, while Vince seemed torn between watching Mike and his son, and wondering what was going on with his friend. "I've never known two guys who screw one another, much less a father and son!" "Does thinking of that make you horny, or what?" Mike asked, feeling a familiar stirring in his groin. He decided to go for broke. "So, Chris . . . Vince . . ." He looked from one hiker to the other. "You know that I . . . screw . . . my son. Since you haven't run away, or started calling me names, or anything, what conclusion should I draw from your actions? "Are you excited by the thought of . . . screwing . . . a ten year old, while his dad and your best friend watch? Would you both like to be naked, right now, losing a load up Todd's butt?" "He takes loads, too? Up his friggin' butt? No condoms, or nothing?" "No, no condoms. Todd's never been fucked by a guy wearing a condom." "I fuckin' hate using a condom," Vince said, speaking to no one in particular. He saw Mike smile, and explained. "Any girl I've had, wants a layer of rubber between me and her. I understand why. I certainly don't want to be a father . . . but, I might as well be fuckin' a rubber doll!" "You really like being . . . fucked?" Chris asked Todd, who smiled and nodded, wearing a smile. "Just by your dad, or . . ." Vince stepped in. "Would you let other guys fuck you, too? I mean . . . Chris n'me? Would you let us shoot our sperm up your butt . . . without a condom?" Todd's smile grew brighter. "Sure!" "Aw, geez," Chris groaned, sliding his pack down to the grass. "I've never fucked a guy before, Vince, much less a friggin' kid! I mean, shit, yeah, I'd love to. I'm hard, just thinking about it, but . . . I . . . I don't know how." "It's easy," Todd supplied. He flicked a glance to his father for permission to continue. At the slight nod, he went on. "You guys would have to be naked, of course. I need to have some sort of lube, so you can slide in. Then . . . you . . . slide . . . in!" He grinned. "I'd like it, though, if you can make it last. Most guys, other than Dad, that is, get inside, and wham, they come, and it's over with." Chris turned to his friend. "Wham, he says. Just like that! He wants us to strip-off, lube him up, and . . . make it last! Fuck, I'm about ready to shoot, just thinking about sliding into the kid." "If you come fast, you can always hang around and do me again, later. Or, you can do my friend Seth, who'll be coming by with his dad and some friends, later. Seth likes getting fucked as much as me." "More . . . actually," Mike added, grinning at the looks on the two hiker's faces. "More?" "So . . ." Todd asked, uncurling from his chair, and stepping off the porch, to stand close to the two young men. "Since you're hard n'all, why don't you fuck me? Are you afraid to let each other see what you're doing?" "Uh," Vince began. "No, I guess not," Chris finished, after checking his friend for a reaction. Todd reached out and took Chris' unresisting hand. "Good, 'cause I like it when people watch. You can do me first, Chris; then Vince, then Dad." "You'd let us watch?" Chris asked, open mouthed. "While you do your own son?" "Why not?" Mike shrugged. "After all, I'm going to watch you guys." "What if we make a mistake, or don't do it right, or something?" Vince asked, worriedly. "You won't laugh or anything, will you?" "I assure you, Vince," Mike said, holding out a hand to help the red head stand. "There is nothing you can do wrong, and, no, I won't laugh; so don't sweat it. Why don't you haul your packs into the house and strip-off? Todd's anxious to have you guys' sperm in his butt." "Geez, I really would like to shoot up the kid's butthole," Chris murmured. "Should we?" he asked, turning to his friend. Vince nodded. "I'm done thinking about it. He's asked you to go first, Chris. If you don't get off your butt and go inside with the three of us, you'll have to stand in line for your turn." "Oh, well . . . when you put it like that . . . ." Chris sprang to his feet and grabbed his pack, and headed for the cabin. "C'mon, guys!" Todd shouted, the moment everyone was inside. "Lose the clothes!" He disappeared into the bathroom and came out a moment later, obviously lubing himself from a pump bottle full of clear liquid. Now that a decision had been made, neither Vince nor Chris wasted any time stripping out of their hiking gear. In no time, they were both naked, their erections twitching in front of them. "Where to?" Chris asked. "Back here," Todd answered, taking Chris' hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. He climbed onto the center of the big bed and lay on his back, exposing his small hole, as he pulled his legs back to his shoulders. "Just get on your knees, between my legs," Todd instructed. "Why don't you let Vince aim you and hold it steady while you push into me? He can do the same for you after you're finished." "Um, yeah . . . okay." Chris gave his friend an uncertain look, as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between the boy's legs, mesmerized by the pink butthole. He'd heard of butt fucking, but he'd never done it. In fact, he never knew of anyone who had. Now, here he was, kneeling between a ten year-old's legs, ready to sink his cock into the boy . . . while the boy's father watched! He leaned forward, bracing himself on his extended arms, as Vince gingerly spread some lube over Chris' penis and rubbed the spongy head over the boy's asshole a couple of times. "Aim it," Chris muttered. "Now's not the time to tease me by rubbing it around." Vince's lips twitched in the briefest hint of a smile, then positioned Chris' cock head at Todd's entrance. "Now, push," Todd instructed, hastily adding, "slowly, okay?" Chris silently nodded once, bit his lower lip, and pushed, watching the head of his penis spread the boy's sphincter. "Aw, fuckin' shit!" he murmured, glancing at Vince, as the head disappeared into the boy. Without waiting for any more instruction, he slid the rest of the way into Todd and paused, instinctively knowing Todd needed a few moments to become accustomed to the invader. "How's it feel?" Vince asked, as he rubbed an open palm over his friend's back and down to his buttocks. "Good?" "You have absolutely . . . no . . . idea," Chris groaned. "I've wasted a good bit of my life, never having tried this." "Does it bother you that it's a kid?" Chris snorted. "Hell, no! He asked for it! His father's okay with it! And, damn," he sighed. "It feels so friggin' awesome." "Better than a girl?" Another snort. "There is no comparison! This is tight!" He paused, and chuckled. "Besides, I didn't have to take him to dinner and play any mind games, and, best of all, he's not squealing, or wearing some freaking high heeled shoes to bed 'cause he thinks I'll think it's sexy." Vince made a face, as if he, too, understood the part about squealing. "Okay," Todd murmured. "You can start." "Should I stop with the feel-up job?" Vince asked his friend. Chris shook his head, and smiled at his friend. "Fuck, no! Knowing it's you who's feeling me up is cool." He looked to the side of the bed where the young boy's father sat, watching. "Is this a turn on for you, watching your boy get fucked?" Mike grinned crookedly. "To use your own words, Chris . . . you have absolutely no idea." He gestured to his erection as evidence. "Seeing Todd naked is a turn on for me. Seeing a guy mount Todd goes way beyond a turn on to . . ." He hesitated. "To, I don't know what." From where he sat, Mike could watch Chris' butt cheeks bunch and flex with each forward thrust. The mounds of muscle were separated by a trail of dark hair, which Mike wished he could drag his nose through. The hiker had a nice set of tight nuts, and a long, slightly upturned cock which, from the sounds Todd was making, seemed to be hitting all the right spots. Vince caught his eye and smiled, as he ran his hand over his friend's back and buttocks. Mike mimed the action of running his hand between his friend's ass cheeks. After an encouraging gesture from Mike, Vince tentatively followed the trail of hair between the buttocks, and finally cupped his friend's scrotum. "Ah, geez," Chris jumped, causing Vince to snatch his hand away. "Wait! Don't stop! That feels fuckin' awesome!" Emboldened, Vince licked the tip of a finger and rubbed it around the perimeter of Chris' sphincter. "Ah, yeah, that's it!" Chris moaned, as the speed of his thrusts increased. "You n'I have . . . gotta . . . try . . . this, Vince," he grunted, a moment before his body tensed. He stopped thrusting, and jerked with each pulse of sperm shooting into the boy. His friend allowed him a couple of deep breaths to recover, before he smacked Chris on the ass. "Off 'im. It's my turn." Before he pulled out, Chris leaned down and kissed Todd on the forehead. "Thanks, guy. That was awesome!" "Thank you," Todd grinned. "You were great! You made it last. That's cool." This time, the word, "off," was accompanied by another sharp smack of hand against skin. "Yeah, yeah." Chris pulled free and rolled to the side, turning his head toward Mike and giving him a bleary smile. "Fuckin' awesome," he answered the boy's father's silent question. "Absolutely, fuckin' awesome!" "It's your turn to hold it for him," Mike reminded the recovering hiker. "He's already greased himself up." Chris' eyes widened, at being recalled to duty. "Oh, yeah!" He scrambled to his knees and held his friend's cock, aiming it at the boy's sloppy hole, as Vince, buoyed by his friend's performance, wasted no time in sliding in. "You enjoyed having Vince play with your hole?" Mike asked, in a low voice, as he caressed the muscular butt of the hiker. Chris grinned. "Yeah, that was hot, just like what you're doing. I never thought of my asshole before. I think I'm gonna love having someone play with it." "Um," Mike began." "You want to?" Chris asked, his eyes wide, turning away from his friend and the boy beneath him. "Be my guest!" He turned his back to Mike, and, while continuing to kneel, spread his knees far apart, while leaning forward and bracing himself with extended arms. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Go ahead. Play with it until my buddy shoots, then I want to see you pump some daddy-juice into your son." Mike squirted some clear lube on his finger, then slowly began to massage the young man's perineum and asshole. "Push it in, man," Chris urged, in a husky voice. "Stop toying with me and let me feel your finger in me. Then maybe the little man can fuck me, when you're finished with him. I'm thinking I'd like for him to do to me what I did to him. Even if he can't shoot a load, he can still pump my butthole." Mike slowly inserted his slippery finger. When he found Chris' prostate and began to stimulate it, Chris groaned loudly. "Oh fuckin' damn! That's my prostate, huh?" He took a shivering breath. "Oh, geez, man! Keep it up! That feels so fuckin awesome!" "Y'know," he murmured, for Chris' ears alone. "Having a guy fill your hole is great. The first time you get fucked, it should be for real." Mike tore his attention away from Chris' sphincter, which was gripping his finger like a tight rubber band, when the hiker reached back and grabbed his hand. "I can't take it any longer! Can you . . . you do it to me . . . slow and gentle, like? Your finger was awesome, and I need to know what a . . . a . . . dick feels like. You're right. I wanna feel full of a guy's juice." "Y'sure?" Chris nodded, and changed into a kneeling position. His butthole, surrounded by a halo of dark hair, opened and closed, as Mike watched. "Hurry, man, before I lose my nerve. If the little man can handle your thing, I should be able to." He began to breathe deeply, as Mike stood and lubed his penis. 'It's funny,' he thought, as he watched Chris' friend, Vince, slowly rock his hips. Todd reached up and pulled Vince's face to his and kissed the surprised hiker. The first touch of the boy's lips seemed to shock the older boy, but, in only a moment, he decided that he must have liked what was happening, and was soon thrusting both his tongue, and cock, into the boy. 'It's funny,' he resumed his thought, positioning the head of his penis at Chris' opening. 'All my life, I never thought of having sex with another man . . . until that fateful night when Todd asked me, and my whole world changed. Now,' he grinned, 'I can hardly look at a man, and keep from wondering what it would be like to slide my dick into him.' He slowly pushed the spongy-firm head of his erection against Chris' butthole, and watched, in fascination, as the hole relaxed and admitted him. Chris hissed, but, when Mike paused, urged him onward. "It's okay," he grunted, clutching the bed sheets with both hands. "It's okay," he repeated, as if for reassurance. Both Chris and Mike jumped when the head of Mike's erection finally pushed past the muscular opening. "Aw, geez," Chris groaned. "Wai . . . um . . . wait . . . a sec." He took a couple of deep breaths. "Gimme a sec to get used to it." Vince seemed to realize, for the first time, what his friend was doing. "Chris?" he asked, with worry in his voice. "Are you sure you should be doing that?" Chris audibly swallowed, and nodded. "Fuck yeah, I'm sure! I'm not gonna let some stranger stick his dick up my butt without thinking about what I'm doing first!" Without waiting for Mike to make the next move, Chris pushed backward, impaling himself on the entire length of Mike's erection. "Holy fuckin' shit!" he grunted, when he felt Mike's pubes brushing against the skin of his butt. "Vince . . . You absolutely need to do this! I swear! The kid's got the right idea, believe me! This," he winced, as he made an abrupt move. "This is soooo cool." He snorted. "No more jackin' off when we're on a hike. Now that we know about this, we can trade sperm." He sighed, finally totally relaxed. "Shoot in me, Mike," he said, and softly snorted. "You've just broken in a virgin. Now, I'm thinking I could easily become a cum-hungry whore." The four men on the bed looked up, at the sound of the front door screen slamming shut. "Wha?" "Things are cool, men," Mike assured the two hikers, as he caught sight of the rest of the guys, who were all cramming into the bedroom to silently watch what was going on. "We've got an audience, is all." "Cool," Todd moaned. "My friend's . . Seth and Kev are here," he explained to both Vince and Chris, breaking his and the hiker's kiss. "When you've shot in me, you can do them next. Kev grinned, and turned to his father. "I think I'm gonna have a great time." ~ 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)