Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 01:39:08 +1000
From: projec101@gmail.com
Subject: The Tale of Emmit Miller: Who am I(chapter 2)

This is the second of many stories about the adventures of Emmit Miller I
have planned so please enjoy. All regular legal mumbo jumdo applies.

All rights reserved by Author.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is not intended. The story is
completely fiction.

Chapter 2: Who am I

Hi again. Emmit here. You have all heard the story of how my life changed
in the airport when I was 16. How a fire that had been burning feint
somewhere deep inside me was ignited when I saw my father, a man in which I
saw power and dominance, being violated someone I would now think of as a
brutish man hunk. I had always worshiped my dad, modeling both physical and
mental aspects of myself off him. I am lucky my dad is uncircumcised,
otherwise I hate to think how a younger me may have tried to mutilate my
sausage. But enough faffing about because I have the next part of my story
to tell and I better get on with it because it is a long one.

We were greeted by my mum at the airport then whizzed out to the car at
apparently I needed to "get to bed". On the way home, we talked about the
trip and what had happened here while we were away. My sister had broken up
with her boyfriend and my surf coach, before them getting back together
half an hour later. My mum had been to the hair dressers and dyed her hair
red for the nth time. The building work next door was coming along. I
realized my dad seemed very happy. I wondered if it was just the joy of
seeing his wife again or was it related to the fisting he had received in
the terminal, mere minutes before.

We drove for around 30 minutes before reaching our house in bondi (authors
note). We moved there after my dad and I had become serious surfers so we
didn't have to travel so far. We arrived home around 10pm so my parents
told me to go to bed. I went to my bathroom, locked the door and
stripped. I sat on the toilet for a while, just thinking. Think about what
had happened. How good it had felt to have a mans finger in my
bowels. Before that day, I never thought I would have known about this
feeling let alone enjoyed it so.

With that I stuck my pointer finger out, clenching the other four in a
fist. I stared at it for a moment, then slowly reached between my legs,
brushing up against by cock and balls on the way, before touching it to my
tight but puckering anal lips. I wanted to feel that pleasure again. I
pushed slowly before quickly remembering that little twinge of pain that
came last time and licking my finger, coating it in the slippery
lubricant. Then, I went for it, pushing my finger in slowly at first,
feeling the slight shiver of pain run up my spine. Then came the thing I
was waiting for. The feeling of bliss that even to this day is impossible
to describe - the parting of a tight hole. I quickly pushed in further,
only increasing my pleasure. I moaned softly, making sure there was no way
my parents could hear.

I pulled it out slowly, experimenting over what felt the best - out all the
way, then back in, or just partly out. Inserting and removing slowly or
quickly. I was a novice at pleasuring my ass, but I learned quickly, my 4
inch soft cock now growing to a 9 inch monster. I pulled out quickly. I
didn't want to blow my load just yet. I had not had too many chances to
spurt my creamy young goo on my holiday so I was ready to burst.

I stood up, raising my undies but keeping my pants off. I needed to do some
research. Figure out what was happening to me. It seemed I now liked things
up my ass. Did this mean I was gay. I seemed to love the idea of my dad
getting his hole abused, was it the same for other men. I went to my desk
and grabbed my laptop before moving to my bed where I could face by screen
away from the door, just in case. I opened up the browser before
stopping. What would I do. I needed to find out if other men turned me
on. Then a thought struck me. Maybe in all my years of watching porn, I had
been getting hard of the idea of the men plugging the girls, instead of the
girls getting plugged.

---------------------- Authors note: Bondi is a popular beach in Sydney,
Australia. It is where sexy men are often found.  ---------------------- I
thought I would start with a quick Google search. I started to think about
my dads body. Somewhere inside of me was screaming "THIS IS WRONG. HE IS
YOUR FARTHER. The man who's sperm you came from" but of louder voice was
telling me I wanted that sperm in my mouth.

I thought of what about my dad was most appealing. He had great abs. I had
always admired them, but not in that way...or had I, just
subconsciously. So thats what I started with. I googled abs and went
straight to the images page. I clicked of some of the photos with mens
faces and bodies. I flicked through them. I came across one of a man, a
perfect physical specimen. I thought of myself as buff, but this was at my
dads level. The man in the photo was covered in sweat with a tan, his dark
blond hair pinned to his forehead. I looked at this man. I looked over
every line and crease in his perfect hairless chest. I saw his beautiful
arms, a long vein raised above the surface running their length. I imagined
my fathers face and without even touching my penis(now straining so hard it
hurt), white liquid shot from its tip like never before. I grabbed my thick
penis, jacking it hard, making even more goo hit my bare chest. I stopped
and wiped it off my abs. I thought about how disgusting what I was about to
do may be for a moment before plunging my hand into my mouth, my tongue
licking every trace of salty semen from my hands. Closing the window, I
deleted my browsing history before shutting of the laptop and crawling
under the covers.

I thought about what I has just done. I remember that that point I wasn't
sure what I was, gay, bi, a monster, after all, I was masturbating over my
father. Many years on, I now know what I am, but for that, you will just
have to read on.

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one------------------------------------------

Thanks for reading. I have more coming that will hopefully me more concise
and less faffing about. If you have any suggestions, queries or just want
to talk, email me at projec101@gmail.com. Also, lets have a poll, how do
you like your fingering, fast or slow. Ill announce the winner at the end
of next week's(I promise next week) continuation.

Just to get you going, here is a teaser on next weeks story

Part Three -- The Deep End

In front of me hung a beautiful 6 inch semi hard cock. I wanted to suck. I
wanted that soft, warm piece of meat in my mouth. I wanted to suck it and
feel the salty taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes, opened my mouth and
grabbed the penis gently before placing in on my tongue until the tip
toughed my soft pallet. Then I slowly, ever so slowly, closed my lips
around it.