Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2011 22:08:00 -0400 From: quest myrick Subject: "The Cum Whisperer" (incest section) The Cum Whisperer by quest47484748 I learned to walk late in my infancy because all my (male) cousins and uncles used to love for sit in their laps. I thought it was because I was a charming child but when I grew older my father informed me that due to no effort on my part the very act of sitting on their laps for somewhere between 5-15 produced a thundering (unexpected but still enjoyed) orgasm. My father was the first to notice it. One Saturday afternoon when I was five years old I came in from the backyard where I had been playing and saw my dad asleep on the couch breathing deeply and snoring lightly. He seemed like a giant of a man to my small mind and suddenly a nap on top of dad seemed like a good idea ; it had been a while since we had last cuddled up together and the heat coming off his body always felt warm and comforting. I took of my shoes and climbed on top of him being careful not to disturb him. A mixture of old spice and beer greeted my nostrils as rested my head on his stomach and straddled his left thigh which placed his warm crotch in the middle of my chest. I remember my tiny dick being harder than it had ever had before and rubbing it against dad's leg felt much better than the stuffed toys in my bedroom that I humped on a nightly basis. I knew it wouldn't be long before my body exploded inside with a pleasure I could not describe and barely comprehend. Well on my way to the peak of ecstasy I noticed a throbbing lump in the middle of my chest that wasn't there when I settled in. It was my dad's boner and since he tended to go commando on the weekends (and naked when mom was out of the house for a few hours) I could feel it snake down his leg as it grew into it's full eight and half inches. I slowed down to make the good feelings last as long as possible which was about five minutes. My dad's dick swelled up like it was taking a breath and shot a huge load of cum soaking his left leg and creating a huge stain on the front of his shorts the size of my hand. Feeling dad cum for the first time sent me over the edge and flooded my body with best cumless orgasm of my young life. Totally drained I immediately drifted off to asleep. Years later my father told me that he remembered waking up to find me lying on top of him with a fresh load spread down his leg thinking that he hadn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager and it felt an awful lot better than he remembered. He got up from the couch without waking me and after a stop in the bathroom to clean up went to the bedroom to change shorts. After dinner that night he had me climb on his lap to watch television. It happened again but this time dad was awake for all of it. We both felt his dick get hard and snake along his thigh toward total firmness; I could feel it under my right thigh. I sighed deeply and leaned back against my dad's chest fighting the urge to hump his leg or at least put my hand down my pants and massage my dick. I made a promise to remember every detail for spank bank because I planned to make a major withdrawal right after getting tucked in for the night. Dad sighed too and put his arms around me in a gentle embrace as we settle in to watch America's Funniest Home Videos. I did get to bounce around during the funny parts while I laughed which felt good but it was torture not to give my aching dick some attention. I had been sitting on his lap for about 10 minutes when dad's hard dick took the exit on the erotic highway marked point of no return and realized that he was no longer in the drivers seat. He wasn't surprised that his dick got hard when his son got on his lap (he always said a stiff wind could give him a boner so he assume that the heat coming off his son's ass was the trigger) but he was amazed when realized for the second time today he was going to dump a load of unplanned cum in his pants. He just closed his eyes, took a deep breath and pretended to yawn while he gave into one of the best orgasms he ever had. I felt the familiar throbbing and felt the cum rush through his dick as it soaked a fresh pair of cotton shorts and coated most of his upper thigh. Mom had turned in early so when dad put his hands down they landed brushed my hard dick and made it throb. He rubbed me all over paying special attention to my crotch and knew to stopped stroking me when my body went stiff with pleasure and my toes flexed. By Sunday evening he figured out that it was no coincidence and that every time I sat on his lap somewhere between five and fifteen minutes he shot a huge load and like a sneeze he got little advance notice of its arrival and could do nothing to stop it from happening. The following Monday a new routine was born that continued for many years. When dad would come home from work mom would pour him a beer in a frosted mug which I would bring to him along with his slippers to the living room where he would be seated in his favorite chair. I'd place the beer on the nearby table, remove his shoes and massage he feet for a few minutes before putting the slippers on them. After that I would sit on his lap while he drank his beer and we watched the evening news while mom made dinner. When I got home from kindergarten I changed from my school clothes to a t-shirt and shorts for comfort as well as easy access. Thinking about what was going to happen made dad hard by the time he walked through the door and hung up his coat. He would sip his beer and rub my stomach with his free hand and wait for the inevitable orgasmic tsunami that was on its way. When his dick started throbbing twice as fast he knew it time to put down the beer, lean back and enjoy the ride. I enjoyed it too but not as much as I would after puberty when I could shoot my own loads. Since we were alone I'd jack off too and we'd cum at the same time. After a few evenings in wet, sticky underwear dad started wearing condoms home; he'd slip one on in the bathroom at work. Sometimes I'd see the tied up condoms full of dad's load in the bathroom waste paper basket. My dad told his brothers about my rare gift and if they didn't want the rest of the family to know they had just cum in their pants they should wear cotton briefs or a condom. I assume they went the condom route because when I saw them at the next family reunion they were free balling and looked half hard. My dad has two brothers so I sat on the lap of the older brother first after getting him a beer. He bounced me on his knee and tickled me. All that squirming and convulsing made for an abundance of my leg rubbing up and down his dick and made him shoot after just five minutes. He got real still and held me tight while filled up his condom. The other brother came fast and hard too and from that day I was their favorite nephew. My play dates usually began with hard ons and ended with play wrestling. At the age of five your clothing leaves little to the imagination and if you got a boner it was easy to tell. My friends would start to chub up during a game of tag firm up the rest of way while lying down on the carpet pushing around cars or army men which usually involved more physical contact. Then somebody would pretend get pissed off at something I said and jump on top of me and we'd start to wrestle. In a few seconds they'd forget what they complained about and become consumed with the lusty goal of getting off. Since it was hot I just went with it and in a couple of minutes we would both dry cum, go limp and pant heavily through the refractory period. My friends parents were always amazed how happy and tired their sons were when they came to pick them up as they often fell asleep on short car ride home. When I began jr. high I went out for the wrestling team and when I told my dad about it he figured it was time to explain to me what happened to guys if they came into physical contact with me for more than five minutes. Most matches don't go for that long but he knew it would factor in during practise where we try the same holds over and over on teammates. Since I was used to seeing guys with hard ons everywhere I went and just assumed it was a natural state for most men and boys. Dad explained to me that it wasn't the case and that I gave off such a strong erotic vibe that even being close to me gave guys wood (they just didn't know why and didn't question it since they had gotten hard for no reason so many times in the past). He promised to take me shopping after dinner for my first jockstrap and singlet. True to his word 30 minutes after dinner we were in his car and on our way downtown to his personal tailor. My dad had all his clothes, including jock straps, custom made since college when a roommate explained that the extra cost was worth it because that lasted longer and fit better which made you feel better throughout the day. He told me in a perfect world he'd walk around naked most of the time but since he had wear a suit to work it might as well be as comfortable as possible. He explained that the tailor (a nice Jewish man who smelled of Old Spice, cigars and whiskey) would measure me from head to toe and that his hand would brush my nuts when he measured my inseam. After that I was to take off my pants so he could measure my junk to know how big to make the pouch. He was pleased that I was already hard as this made his job easier. He mumbled something in Yiddish that I later learned was that he thought my dick was one of best looking he had ever seen up close. It pulsed and throbbed as he recorded the length and width and produced a good amount of pre cum when he measured the head at its widest point. When he done he gave me my very first (and best so far) blow job. He had been in business at the same spot for over 30 years while providing a "full service" to his all male clientele and as a result had become the best cocksucker in the entire state. Politicians, judges and professional men from all over the country (and Canada) came to have clothes and underwear custom made and their dick sucked by a man who had elevated it to an art form on par with his sewing skills. On my death bed as the highlights of my life flash before my eyes one final time I know I'll being reliving that first blow job again in all it's erotic glory. I felt like my body was on fire as his tongue made love to my dick and his hands kneaded my firm teenage ass. It felt so good I thought I might pass out but instead came the moment his slid his lubed finger all the way up my hole in one smooth movement and stroked my prostate gently with a slightly calloused finger. He swallowed my entire load without spilling a drop and after cleaning us both up told my dad he could pick up the jocks in about a week. Dad said I could wear some of his from college. He smiled when he saw me getting another boner so soon after cumming because he knew I was really going to appreciate putting my dick in the same spot where his had been countless times over many years. Dad was slouched down in one of the lounge chairs legs spread out wide with a smile on his face as big as the fresh cum stain that had already soaked through his pants. He motioned with his eyes for me to check the tailors crotch and I discovered that he had made a similar deposit in his pants as well. A few days later I wearing one of my dad's (tailor made jockstraps) under my gym shorts as I waited to be paired up with another guy in my weight class and go at each other on the mat to get an idea of how scrappy we were and where we needed work. As I looked around the gym I noticed most of the guys were adjusting their meat and scratching their nuts two or three time every minutes or making some kind of crotch area adjustment. Some tried to make it less obvious while other seemed not to care and still others would rearrange it to make their erection more noticeable. Even the coach cupped his junk a few times while watching pairs of kids wiggle around for a couple of minutes at a time trying to pin each other. On dad's advice I had put a condom on before I left for school since there was no way I was going to rub against a classmate while trying to pin him and not blast a load at some point and this way I could do it without the entire team finding out. There was no one in my weight class so the coach joined me on the mat and told me he'd take it easy on me and for me to just try my best. We crouched next to each other on the mat and a moment later the assistant coach blew the whistle to start our match. I started with an arm around his waist and before I knew happened he had flipped me over so that his back was on the mat and my back was on his stomach. He quickly locked his right foot in my crotch, with his heel resting just under my nuts. I wasn't in pain (quite the opposite) but I couldn't move my arms or legs and could barely move my torso and when I did I could feel the coach's dick moving back and forth over my ass crack and pulsing like a heart beat. The coach held me in this position while he explained it to the class while he subtly humped me from below. He showed off a few more holds each one more gropey than the last until he showed the one that involved him putting his arm between my legs and up past my ass (his entire arm rubbing the length of my hard dick) which pushed me over the edge dumping a huge load into my condom and I suspect that the coach came at the same time; I couldn't tell for sure but he sure seemed happy when we both got on our feet. I wound up making the team and to celebrate my dad cooked steaks and promised to give me a massage after dinner to cut down of the muscle aches. The steak was great and both dad and I were rock hard all the way through dinner. I found this out when I leaned under the table to pick up a fork I had dropped and saw a huge tent in my dad's shorts that almost reached the bottom of the table. The pre cum stain made a huge perfectly round circle the size of a donut hole. When I sat back up I looked at my dad and he winked at me. After dinner dad told me to take a hot 30 minute bath with Epsom salts then wrap up in a towel and meet him in the living room. I still don't know how I resisted the urge to jerk off in the tub when I was soaping up my dick but I wanted to be fully charged up for my very first massage. At minute 31 my still damp feet carried me into the living room where I saw my father dressed only in his short terry cloth robe (that left little to the imagination while standing and showed all while seated) kneeling by an air mattress covered by a beach towel. He was already half hard and when he saw me he smiled and his dick rose up the rest of the way. He told me he thought we might as well both be naked as he slipped off his robe and gave the mattress two quick pats to signal my next move. I'm a pretty quiet guy but after I felt the warm massage oil that he had heated up in the microwave rubbed into my back I was making a noise that was half purr and half moan. After working over my entire back he did both arms before moving down to my feet. I felt his hands on my ankles first before he moved them down my feet and rubbed his fingers between each of my toes. Then while he was massaging the soles of my feet with his thumbs he stopped and started to breath heavy. His grip on my feet tightened as he blew his load all over the soles of my feet. After he finished shooting he licked them clean and continued massaging up my legs. When he got to the bottom of my ass I spread my legs. He spread my cheeks apart and drizzled some oil right down my crack so that it ran over my hole and with a little help spread out over my nuts. My dick was hard against my stomach with the head in a pool of pre cum that was getting bigger every minute. His first pass over my asshole with his thumb was so gentle I almost missed it but it was soon followed by countless others each more probing than the last until in a harmony of me grinding my dick along the towel raising my ass off the mattress and my dad finally sliding his thumb up my virgin ass to teach me the pleasures that lay in a good prostate massage propelled me to the magic moment of full release. Like a homing pigeon he was on it fast and teased it like a red headed stepchild. My purrs were replaced with grunts and groans and my dad's thumb was soon replaced with my dad's huge dick. Dad's dick was like a missile so it slid right in all the way til I could feel his nuts slapping my thighs. He didn't think he would cum so fast having gotten off a few minutes ago but he was wrong. He fucked hard and fast right away with long strokes. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me up on my knees. With his free hand he jacked me off until we both came a few minutes later. I counted seven squirts of hot dad cum up my ass before I was distracted by my own strong orgasm. That night we both slept like logs and awoke the next morning feeling rested, happy and oddly enough pretty fucking horny with throbbing morning wood. Still half asleep I slowly grind my dick against the mattress until I felt my dad's hand rubbing my back which cause to roll over and discover he was naked and just as hard as I was. I rolled over on my back and clasp my hands behind my knees presenting my still cum filled hole for his pleasure which he took right away. This time dad sucking on my toes while fucking me was the trigger that made me dump my load all over the two of us and caused him to unload again up my ass. While he was making us breakfast he told me that cumming up my ass was better than the Tokyo bullet train at rush hour. When dad was in college he spent a year in Japan as part of an exchange program and used to ride the bullet train as part of his commute. During rush hour the trains are so crowded that they hire men to jam the passengers in before the doors close to achieve maximum capacity. With the first stop fifteen minutes away a car full of horny, drunk Japanese men who've been thinking about sex for most of the day at work with no release in sight simply responded to being rubbed everywhere from all at once since almost everyone was jammed up against four or five other men and hands just started brushing against crotches and asses would grind against dicks. The bolder ones would unbutton their shirts and strip to the waist to get licked and sucked by their immediate neighbors. By the time the train pulled into the station everyone (including my dad) had shot a good size load in their pants a smile on their face. And now I had a fresh deposit for the spank bank. let me know if you'd like to know what happens after graduation. quest47484748@gmail.com