Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2021 21:04:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: The Great American Game Pt 4 The Great American Game By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. It involves descriptions of consensual sex between a father and son. If this isn't to your taste, please don't read. Don't forget to help support Nifty with donations. Part 4 Still reveling in the afterglow of our sex act we walked slowly out of the bedroom into the den. No doubt the scene would have shocked most people. Two men, both buck naked; one 35 the other almost 16; one hairy and muscular, the other smooth and athletic; one with a flaccid penis that had just done its work, drained balls swinging loose in his sack, the other with an ass full of cum and a hardon; one was the father, the other was the son. "Jeff," I asked softly, "are you still sure we did the right thing?" "Dad, this is what I've dreamed about since I was a kid." "Look," I said pointing to a rocking chair in the den. "Speaking of being a kid, there's where I used to rock you to sleep when you were little." I paused for a moment the added "Let's do it again." I sat down in the rocking chair and Jeff willingly climbed into my lap, put an arm around my neck, and began nuzzling my chest. "I used to dream about licking your chest, and doing other things with you, but didn't know if you would freak out." "Yeah I wish we had started sooner, but really I think your age now is just about perfect. You're perfect." We sat there talking and rocking, bonding the way few fathers and sons ever have. We talked about life, about the other guys in high school, about sex, and who all I had been with over the years. "I'll admit it, I have been with other men. Lots of them." "How many?" "Dozens for sure. Maybe hundreds, I don't know." "Come on, Dad, you're exaggerating. If you'd been with that many guys wouldn't someone know about it? Me, mom, people in town?" "Well most of it has been anonymous. Do you know where the adult bookstore is?" "Yeah, not exactly the best part of town." "Well guys go in there to buy stuff -- like that dildo I bought you -- and also to have sex with other men." "Right out in the open!?" "No, no nothing like that. There's a retail section out front. But in the back there is an arcade that shows dirty movies. It's very dimly lit, almost dark, so you can't see everyone clearly. I'll tell you more but first let me fix us both a drink." I had a bottle of white wine already opened and poured us both a glass. We sat down on the couch, toasted our love and sipped wine. When we were done Jeff wanted another. Under other circumstances I might have talked him out of it (didn't want him to get either drunk or sleepy) but he was really wound up and I could see the wine was doing what it's supposed to do. "Well," I added, picking up the story, "in the back they have individual booths to watch the porn flicks. The door locks but most guys keep it unlocked. Sometimes another guy will come in. And in some of the booths, not all, there is a hole in the wall between the booths, just about this high. It's called a gloryhole. Sometimes a guy will stick his dick through the hole and let you suck him. Other times you'll see a guy looking through, maybe licking his lips. That's a sign that he wants to suck you." "God, Dad, that's amazing. I saw something like that online once but I thought it was all a fantasy." "Oh no, it's real all right. It's how a lot of guys like me get their rocks off. And speaking of getting your rocks off, I shot a pretty big load up your ass, but I just remembered you didn't shoot at all. Let's fix that now. Would you like me to suck you off?" "Yeah, but no. I love that and everything but...would it be okay if I fucked you?" "Oh wow son, it would be more than okay. It would be an honor." Two men, both still buck naked, one the hairy father, the other the smooth son, walking hand in hand back into the bedroom. The father's penis was now semi erect, the son had a raging boner. Jeff asked innocently, "so I guess you're supposed to lie down on your back right?" "I can, but what about this? I'll get on all fours. You can take me from behind. It's called doggie style. When you mount me you'll be completely in charge. It'll make you feel like a real man, I guarantee it." I assumed the age old submissive position, and Jeff asked why I was lying across the bed rather than with my head toward the pillow. "See that dresser mirror? This way you can watch yourself in the mirror. You'll see how sexy you look as you turn into a real man." In silence we both got into place. "Should I lick you back there like you did me?" "Only if you really want to. That's mostly to lube a guy up. There's no need, but if you want to use some of that Vaseline it'll make things slide up there more easily." Jeff dutifully greased himself up, gave his cock a few preliminary strokes, and inched his way to my hole. He probed a couple of times to find the right spot, then paused for just a second. Then he thrust it in...deep. My yelp wasn't a forceful as his when I took his virginity an hour or two earlier, but it did hurt a little. "Gosh Dad sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you! Do you want me to pull out?" "No way! This is one of the most important moments in your life...and in mine.... I want you to go for it. Just concentrate on your own pleasure." "God Dad I knew it would be warm but I never thought your insides would be this fucking hot! It feels so good!!" "Me too, Jeff, me too." He was getting into a rhythm and I couldn't help but gasp in mixed pain and pleasure with ever thrust. He was enjoying it, which is exactly what I wanted. I glanced up at the mirror and saw him staring at himself in the mirror. His face was contorted in pleasure, his eyes staring straight ahead at the reflected scene. It was his first fucking a man, so (regretfully) it didn't take too long. He was getting close in just a few minutes. He put his hands on my shoulders pulling me close, then grabbed me around my middle. There was not a breath of air between our two bodies as he pumped and thrust, gradually giving way to the ecstacy the sex act was giving him. Soon the end was obvious, so I encouraged him not to hold anything back. "Go for it son...shoot it into me...don't hold back...drain those balls...!" And he did just as I asked. With a shout of pure animal lust he shouted "I'm cumming," began to climax, and he filled me with his boy juice, his young seed shooting from his balls right into my ass. He shot for what seemed like a minute or even two. I almost laughed thinking how much of his sperm was being transferred into my rectum. But I didn't want to ruin the experience or have him misunderstand that I might be laughing at him. I wasn't! It was as satisfying a fuck as I've ever had. Slowly, slowly, he softened inside me, but making no move to withdraw his rod. He collapsed on top of me, still clutching me around the middle and began mumbling words and sounds. The words were inarticulate but the meaning was as clear as could be. "Dad...good...great...fun...dogs...cum...sperm...jizz...love you...." When at last he had calmed down he climbed off and laid down on his back with his head on the pillow. I lay beside him, but on my stomach. "I don't want to lose a drop of your load. I want to keep it all inside forever." "I feel like the luckiest kid in world." "And I'm the luckiest dad!" We almost drifted off to sleep but I was worried my wife might come home from her evening early, so I roused Jeff by playing with his nipples a moment and French kissing him. "We need to get cleaned up. And dressed!" Turned out we still had lots of time, but both of us were a little gun shy about engaging in more sex the closer it got to my wife's likely return. So we talked. Again the topics were wide ranging: baseball, Jeff's friends, school, and of course sex. Jeff seemed interested in my escapades at the adult arcade. "And no one ever knows you?" "Well, I didn't exactly say that. Most of it is completely anonymous. Lots of businessmen from out of town looking to get their rocks off. But there are a lot of what I call regulars. Guys I know on sight and they know me. I have my favorites and some I try to avoid for various reasons. You could say we know each other, although not always by name." "But aren't you afraid you'll run into someone you know, someone you work with maybe?" "Yes. In fact, I used to panic about that when I first started going there. But eventually it dawned on me -- they're in there for the same reason as me. Plus it seems like almost everyone who comes in there is married. They don't want their wives to know, any more than I do. It's all part of the `guy code.' We're all there on the down low and no one snitches on another guy. In fact, yes, I have run into a couple of people there that I work with. And some men you might now. One of your teachers for example." "WHAT?!! You're kidding me! I would die of embarrassment if that happened to me." "No you wouldn't. It's awkward at first, sure, but think about it. He now knows something about you and you know the same thing about him. If you run into him on the street or at work -- or school -- you just both ignore it. A moment's eye contact maybe, but that's it. We were both dressed now, both getting sleepy. We decided to go to bed before my wife got home, but before we both got up I asked one last question. "Jeff, I don't want to beat a dead horse, but one last time I need to know if you're okay with this. And by `this' I mean you and me. Having sex." "Dad, I'll be as truthful as I can. Not only am I absolutely 100% okay with it, at least one part of me thinks that if there were some way you and I could just live together all our lives I would love that. I want to be with you, not just as your son but as your lover. That probably sounds crazy." "No, not crazy. In fact, it's music to my ears. But let's think this through. It's not realistic. Fathers and sons don't live together, not as lovers anyway. And what about your mom?" I paused a long moment while he thought about...I don't know what. "What about this? Let's both decide right now that no matter what the future brings we'll still love each other and we'll try to have sex every chance we can." "Yes, absolutely." "Now, that was what `one part of you' wanted. What about the other part?" "This is all new to me. Maybe it's because I'm still pretty young, and all that `raging hormones' stuff is going on. But another part wants to just be a slut. I want to suck off ten guys in a row. I want to fucked again and again, and necessarily by the same guy. What does that make me?" "Young," I smiled. "And what kind of guys to you picture when you fantasize about sex? Old, young, redheads, blonds?" "All the above," he chuckled. "Got it. I understand. Jeff, I think I can help you out with that. At least I'm going to try." Hope you liked this episode. If you have any story ideas or suggestions, You'll find more of my stories are under the "Authors" tab.