Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2016 01:15:38 +0000 From: Danny Boy Subject: The Incest Connection Study 5 (Gay/Incest) **I always love to hear from and enjoy chatting with all the readers and other writers out there, you can contact me via ~ xrainynightx@hotmail.com or Kik messenger - Riguyz. Pictures Welcome.** *The usual disclaimer remains - so if you are under legal age or same sex materials offend you, please leave. Otherwise, sit back, unzip and have fun.* *Please donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful free site going so we can keep shooting our loads over Nifty's stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.* **Sorry it has been so so long since the last chapter of ICS!! And thank you for all the love and feedbacks, hopefully I will have more time to write in the near future. This chapter is a bit different, it requires a bit more imagination but I hope you enjoy the story nontheless'** All rights reserved. 'Father.. Father O'Brien ?!' I can not believe my eyes.. My body jerks, wanting to jump off this exam table, but with Jake and Dr.K still on top of me it's almost impossible for me to move. I can only imagine the fear he sees in my eyes and the guilt that shows on my face. I look up at Jake who is also showing signs of shock and disbelief, but Dr.K doesn't flinch, in fact he hasn't moved since he unloaded in me, he's still breathing heavily on Jake's back. My body tenses as I hear footsteps slowly approaching us, I turn my head toward the door and once again helplessly watch Father O'Brien, the man in his Cassock, the Holy man that everyone in town respects, getting closer and closer to us. I am now staring into his eyes trying to come up with some ridiculous excuse to explain our current predicament when he breaks the silence. 'I am sorry my child, I did not intend to frighten you both' He shows no anger. He's actually smiling, his hand reaches out to me, rubbing my head through my hair like a little child. Then he bends down to give me a kiss on my forehead and does the same to Jake. 'Through the years..' he explains as he rises up and walk alongside the exam table like a teacher giving us a lesson, `from generation to generation, many fathers and sons have lost connection with each other, they hide their feelings deep within them, they are afraid to show them to each other because they been told that it's wrong to feel passion for each other. It has become fear.' As we are listening to Father O'Brien, Dr.K seems to finally recover and slowly stand up. He quietly heads toward Evan and Jason. Father O'Brien continues as if nothing has happened, as though Dr.K and his assistants are not even in the room with us. 'It saddens me to see how such a natural bounding has turned into such "sinful" act, driving many fathers and sons like you and Jake apart.. And it must be corrected.' Father O'Brien starts to get emotional. 'That's how I decided what I must do. I went to the church to share my point of view. Of course there was doubt, anger and disgusts..Until I showed them. After they experienced the first trial, they were fast to change their minds and by the time the study was concluded, we all agreed the church would start funding the Incest Connection Study.' Never in a million years could I have imagined that Father O'Brien was behind all this, let alone discover the study was funded by our town's church. 'And I witnessed exactly that after Monica.' His tones softened as he turned his attention to Jake. 'That's when I knew you needed this study more than ever.' 'Brendan' I feel warmth in my heart when he says my name. 'I have known you ever since you were a teenager coming to church with your mother. I was there at your wedding, I have seen you grow. I know just how much you love your son like I love you my child.' Tears fill my eyes, the memories of my dear wife Monica when she was alive, the wonderful time we spent together play like a loop in my head. I realize too just how much time I had wasted pushing Jake away. 'But it's all OK now,' Father O'Brien says as he puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on Jake's. We have yet to move from our positions, we are still butt naked on the exam tables. We smell of cum and sweat, I feel dirty with my priest's hand's on me. 'What had happened the last two days with you and little Jake is the most wonderful thing that can happen to any fathers and sons. It shows exactly what ICS is about...But' He paused for a second and I thought "But what?!" 'But it's not over yet.' Father continues. 'I am here to ask you Brendan, are you ready for the final chapter of this study? Of course I'll be here guiding you to the end.' I turn Jake's head slightly till our eyes meet and I give him a kiss on the lips, I no longer feel shame. I can see the smile on Father O'Brien's face from the corner of my eyes. 'I must tell you what had prepared for you next will be the most difficult test you will have to endure. Are you truly ready for it?' 'Yes..Yes I am Father.' 'Good..My son, now come with me as I will bring you to the next room.' 'What about Jake?' 'He is in good hands, remember this is all part of the study.' The priest wraps his arms around Jake's hip and helps him to his feet. I follow and he guides the way as I leave Jake behind in the room with the Dr and his two assistants. We walk down the hallway past the room I was staying in to almost the complete opposite side of the building until we come to a much smaller and darker room. 'This is where you will be staying for the next several days.' I quickly glance inside the room which looks more like a jail block. There's nothing inside but a toilet and a stand up exam table like the one I just got off, except this one has arms extend out. `Will I see Jake?' I ask as he leads me to the exam table and begins to strap me in. Father O'Brian's hands are warm but rough to the touch. This holy man had done some hard labor before he became a priest. The hair on his arms brushes against my skin causing my nipples to be erect. For each strap he tighten, I let out a soft moan. My cock is so hard that its sticking straight out, every time his cassock brushes against it my body shakes with forbidden desire. When all straps are secure, I noticed each one has several little pads on them like when I go for an EKG in a doctor's office, only these looks much more advanced, they are almost Sci-Fi looking. 'Don't worry my child, although you won't see Jake during this part of the study, you will feel every bit of him.' Father O'Brien says, kneeling in front of me, his face's only inches away from my raging cock. He holds a wire with those pads in one hand and he uses the other to hold up my pre-cum leaking cock, wrapping wire around it too. In just two days, I have not only experienced sex with other men but also with my own son, who has taken my jizz as his 'medicine' not once but twice. I have not only fucked my own son but I been fucked as well and now Father O'Brien, a priest I respect, a priest that everybody looks up to, has his hand wrapped around my cock. It's just too much for me, I try but can't hold back my orgasm, loads and loads of cum shoot out from my cock landing on his hair, his forehead. There's so much that its cover most of his face, some on his cassock. He doesn't move away even though I know for sure he's seen it coming. He just kneels there with his hands still holding my cock like he's praying, he stays like that until my orgasm subsides and he quietly wipes off the last drop from the tip and finishes wrapping the wire around me, then he gets up and leaves without saying another word. When he shuts the door behind him with my cum still covering his face, I can't help but wonder if he's gonna let it go to waste...? I am now left alone in this tiny room by myself, all strapped up with wires and pads all over my body just waiting for the final phase of the study to begin. It doesn't take long for me to start feeling some sensation traveling up both my arms from the pads. It feels like I am being touched very sensually, like there's somebody in front of me tickling my arms with their fingers, that's how real it feels. The sensation continues to travel up to my shoulders onto my chest then split to each of my nipples where the intensity suddenly increases, as if someone is biting on my nipples and lightly grinding them with their teeth. By now, my eyes are closed and my mind is solely focusing on the feeling. Suddenly I hear the sound of Jakes moaning in the room, although I can't tell where it's coming from, his moans are simultaneous with mine and the intensity change of the pads. He moans aloud lustfully as the grinding sensation increases on my nippers and soften to where I can just hear him breathing heavily. That's when it strikes me what Father O'Brien meant when he said a moment ago I would every bit of my son without actually seeing him. I can feel exactly what he's feeling and make out of what's being done to him. As I come to realization of what's happening another pad begins to react, then another... On my arms, my legs, and as if somebody from behind is spreading my ass cheeks apart. I can't tell how many people are with him but they are exploring every part of his body and every part of me as well is being touched by these 'invisible' hands at the same time. One of them begins touching the boy's cock, there's no mistake when the wires on my own cock tighten and the pads get warmer by the seconds from the lips going down the shaft.. My son has his cock down someone's throat. Our moaning becomes louder, our breathing become heavier together. The touching doesn't stop, the sucking doesn't slow down, but what sends me over the edge is something that I couldn't have prepared for. Another tongue must be diving into Jake's ass and another furiously sucking on that sweet boy's hole filled with daddy's jizz. The rimming sensation catches me by surprise and I watch myself shoot the first load as it hits the floor, the second follows, then the third, and the fourth... I can still hear Jake's moaning get louder, as the sensations on my own body gets stronger. My cock doesn't get any softer even after I cum. It helplessly bounces in reaction to the blowjob Jake's getting. The rimming doesn't stop either. The invisible tongue digs even deeper into the hole seeking what's left of his daddy's juice while someone grinds and twist on each of his nipples. I can feel another orgasm coming as my balls tighten, but this time is Jake's turn and I can hear him moaning out to me. 'Oh dad.. Oh daddy... ' 'I am gonna.. Ahhhhhh' It totally catches me off guard as I reach another orgasm with my son. I shot at least four, five loads on myself. As I hang my head in exhaustion, I can still hear Jake's breathing, and several men's voices whispering to him. 'Good Boy' 'Oh what a load' 'It tasted so sweet.. ' And I smile knowing my boy's being well taken care of. ----------------------- Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Check out my other stories: Masturbation Lesson Stormy Blowjob Boys Spunk Men Treasure