Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:58:23 -0600 From: Roy Subject: Travis - chapter 3 - gay incest section Travis Chapter three by Roy Reinikainen Travis sat in front of his computer for a few minutes longer, recovering from his orgasmic high. "Damn," he said aloud, as he leaned his head back and took a deep breath. 'I haven't had *that* strong a reaction to *anything* in quite some time.' He shook his head in wonder. 'Those young men really got me going!' He idly ran a hand over the clipped hair of his chest, as he thought back to how each of the boys had bent over to proudly display their pink puckered holes, and felt his penis twitch in response. Both holes were hairless, the slightly darker skin surrounding the hole fading to the creamy white of their ass cheeks. Both boys had a bulging perineum, which stretched from their hole to their scrotum. 'Nope,' he thought, heaved himself out of his office chair, and pushing out of his mind the thick loads of sperm each boy shot, out of his mind. 'I can't get started again. The boys and Julie will be home before too long, and I have to get a shower.' He grinned to himself as he crossed the bedroom, giving the palm of one hand a final lick, hoping to gather up some sperm he'd missed. 'I'm a sperm-pig,' he thought, as he entered the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror while the shower warmed. 'Not bad,' he grinned, turning his back to the mirror and looking over at his shoulder, pleased with the sharply defined tan line at his waist and legs, evidence of his daily swim at the outdoor gym pool. He ran the open palm of a hand over the smooth skin of his butt; then he probed a finger between the muscular cheeks, teasing his hole. 'Why am I so excited by those boys' assholes? I'm not into boys!' He turned back to the mirror and continued to study himself through the rapidly building fog. Even at forty-four, he had not begun to lose his muscle tone, and he grinned, playfully flexing his biceps and striking a pose, then shaking his cock from side to side. 'Damn, I love dick. About as much as I love sperm.' He thrust his hips forward and squeezed his cock with one hand while tugging on his testicles with another, unable to shake the image of the two young men he'd just seen in the video. 'I wonder how much different sliding my penis into a young guy would be from fucking my brother.' He shook his head, dismissing the thought. 'No reason to wonder what it'd be like. There aren't any young guys who are going to offer-up their butt holes for me to plug.' Travis stepped into the shower, releasing a cloud of steam as he opened door. 'I wouldn't mind having a young guy plug *my* hole,' he thought as he began to scrub himself, both of the sweat from the jog he had taken earlier, as well as the session in front of the computer. 'It has been too long since I've had a thick dick shoot a load into me.' He used some of the soap suds to caress his cock. He jerked out of his reverie and looked over his shoulder at the sound of his name. Hey, Kent!" he shouted, over the sound of the water spray, acknowledging his son's greeting. "You're home early." Travis reluctantly resumed scrubbing himself, keeping his back turned toward his son, and working up a thick lather as Kent plopped himself down onto the closed toilet seat, with all the grace only a teenager could muster. "Hey, Dad," Kent returned the greeting, trying to be casual as he studied his father's naked body through the glass shower enclosure window. 'Damn, he's a sexy stud,' Kent groaned to himself, surreptitiously squeezing his groin through his running shorts, and feeling his boy-dick respond to the pressure. 'Too bad Dad n' I can't make a vid like Glenn and I did. It'd be so hot, fuckin' around with him.' Kent watched as his father turned around. Even through the heavy steam inside the shower, it appeared that he might be sporting the remnants of an erection. The men in the Pollard family - Travis, and his two sons, Glenn and Kent, had always been casual about nudity, much to the chagrin of Travis' wife Julie, who gave up complaining when the boys were still in elementary school. Still, even though he had seen his father naked hundreds of times, it was exciting for Kent to watch as his father casually went about taking a shower, his white butt cheeks on prominent display. "When you traipse around naked-as-the-day-you-were-born, you're just encouraging them to do the same," she'd groused to her husband, when he too stripped off whenever he could. "She'd finally given up hope of keeping the men in the family clothed, and had changed her argument. " "At least, urge the boys to not run around the house with erections," she'd pleaded, as one of the boys ran down the hallway, his small erection bouncing as he ran. She shook her head in resignation. "I can't stand it when you guys act as if I'm not affected by seeing you hard." "Like what you see, dear?" he'd teased, pointing his own thickening cock in her direction. "Damn right," she'd grinned. "So," she added, her voice becoming business-like. "No erections bouncing around in front of me, okay?" "I'll speak to the boys," he'd said, "and ask them to shield you from those monsters between their legs." Julie huffed a laugh. "Doesn't matter how large they are, just seeing them hard makes me want to do all sorts of non-motherly things." She sighed, as she teased him. "I guess I'll just have to make do with you," she'd said, pulling her husband close and tenderly caressing his cock to a full erection. She'd wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and began to stroke it. "Now, *that* is the sort of monster *I* like, she'd grinned. Kent acted on a sudden inspiration. "Hey Dad," he shouted, waiting until his father turned to face him. "Mind if I join you? I didn't shower at the gym." He hadn't actually gone to the gym today, but didn't wait for his father to question why he hadn't already showered, and responded to what was little more than a casual motion from his father, indicating he was welcome. Kent stood, pried off his trainers; then skinned out of his running shorts and t-shirt. 'Gotta try and not get hard,' he urged himself. "At least not right away," he amended, pulling open the door to the large shower. "Hi," he grinned a greeting. "Thanks for letting me join you. It's sorta hard to visit, shouting over the sound of the water." Travis returned his son's smile, intensely aware of the naked young man standing only a couple feet away. Kent was shorter than his older brother, a compact frame, which was beginning to show the effects of the gym membership he'd been given as a birthday gift. Like his older brother, Kent's body sported little hair, other than the wide spread of thick curly pubic hair, and a faint trail leading from his pubes to his navel. His nipples were small . . . and erect. His penis hung in a thick curve over his tight scrotum, which bulged with its contents. On his wrist hung the bracelet his brother had given him, and which looked so similar to the one Travis had recently seen in the video. Kent openly studied his father, realizing that his father was studying *him*. "Looking good, Dad!" he'd smiled, flashing his white teeth. 'I made an orthodontist rich, creating that smile,' Travis thought. "Cool tan line," Kent continued, unaware of his father's musings. "Sorta shows off your butt." "Glad y'like it." Travis smiled, handing his son the tube of body wash gel. "Y'know," he continued. "If I had it my way, I'd be buck naked 24/7." He shook his limp cock from side to side, and grinned. "A guy can just hang loose if he's naked, rather than having things all bunched up, getting all sweaty." He quickly held up a hand, forefinger extended. "Though sweat *does* have its good side too." Kent barked a laugh. "No lie. Y'know, whenever Glenn and I are here alone, we never wear clothes. Of course," Kent added, scrubbing between the cheeks of his ass, "Glenn and I are a lot like you." Travis raised his eyebrows. "Oh?" "All of us are just a bunch of show-offs, y'know." "And to whom do you show off?" Travis asked, intrigued by the turn in the conversation. "Other than your brother and me that is?" Kent shrugged, washing the soap out of his short hair. "Oh, I find opportunities," he answered, in a cryptic response, which sounded very much like something Travis' brother, Nick, might say. "Oh?" Travis asked, scrutinizing his son's casual manner. "You're not doing something inappropriate, I trust . . . flashing people who don't want to see your goods, or children, or things like that." Kent's laugh was carefree, bubbling over like an over-full glass of champagne. He casually stroked himself as his father watched. "Nah." His grin was infectious. "I'm not a flasher. Those sorta guys only offer a peak at the goods. I want to give people a good look." He smiled brightly, grabbed his slightly thickening cock, and wagged it at his father. "After all, my theory is that if you've got it, show it off." "And you consider yourself as having something to show off?" Travis teased, captivated by the sight of his son slowly bringing himself to full erection. Kent shrugged. "Doesn't matter what I've got, really. What matters is that I like to show it off." He tilted his head toward his father's thickening cock. "And, most people like to watch." He winked. "Seems like what I've got is having an affect on you." "I've been horny all day," Travis grinned, fondling himself. He'd never done anything like this with either of his sons. He'd never even *thought* of displaying and stroking himself in front of his boys. That was something he'd always confined to his older brother, and a few other male friends he'd had through the years. Now, the more Kent studied him, the more indecent he wanted to behave. "You should beat-off," Kent suggested, moving closer to his father. "I have, but that hasn't helped any." "Maybe you're horny 'cause of my sexy body," Kent teased. "Or, maybe it's my boy-equipment that's got you all horned-up." He shook his erection from side to side, then grasped it tightly with one hand, causing the head to swell, as he pinched one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger of his other hand. 'There's that bracelet,' Travis thought to himself, as Kent moved closer. "Let's see how much more growing I have to do to be as big as you, Dad," he said, meeting his father's eyes. "Remember how we used to compare our cocks, when Glenn and I were younger? I've done a lot of growing since then. Travis' eyes flicked from his son's cock to his face, and his ingenuous expression. 'I'd swear he's coming on to me," Travis thought, noticing how one corner of Kent's lips seemed to twitch, as if suppressing a smile. Kent was now standing only inches away. He took hold of his own penis and placed it alongside his father's, grasping both. The touch was like an electric spark, igniting a passion in both men. Travis took a shuddering breath, as Kent began to slowly masturbate them both. "I'd say they're the same size," Travis managed, in a shaking voice. He looked at his son's intent face. "Y'sure you want to be doing this? I mean, if you continue on much longer, I'm gonna shoot." Kent cooed. "That'd be cool," he smiled, with twinkling eyes. "I've never seen you pop a load." "Nor I you." "You like your baby boy masturbating your big dick?" Kent asked, ignoring the water splashing over him and his father, and speaking in a voice loud enough only to be heard over the sound of the shower. "You're a show off, just like me," Kent continued. "You also must really get turned on by the thought of sex with another guy." His crooked grin lasted only a moment. "Maybe you're all turned on because the guy who has his hand wrapped around your thing is your little boy." He squeezed harder. "If you weren't, you would have gotten out of the shower a long time ago." He reached for his father's scrotum with his other hand, and tugged gently, just the way he and Glenn liked it. "Do you like eating your own sperm?" Kent asked, continuing before his father could answer. "I can't get enough of my own. In fact, I like to shoot it directly into my own mouth." He smiled. "That way I don't miss a drop." "You can suck yourself?" Travis asked in a shaky voice, glancing toward his son's hand, which could barely hold the two cocks. It was becoming more and more difficult for Travis to think. "Nah," Kent sighed. "I can't suck myself. I'm not limber enough for that . . . or long enough," he lamented. "I just lay on the bed and kick my legs back so my cock's pointed right at my open mouth. Then, when I shoot, I squirt my load right onto my tongue." He decided to go for broke. "Sometimes, Glenn squirts his load into my mouth at the same time I'm shooting my own load." Kent continued to milk his father's cock. "It's way cool to taste his load as well as mine." 'He's wondering if he should ask,' Kent thought, watching his father's expression, while he slowly slipped his hand up and down their combined erections. 'He's wondering if he should do it.' He could see the point at which his father made a decision. 'Yes!' he thought. 'He's gonna do it!' "I'd like to see that," Travis groaned, succumbing to his son's encouraging words, as well as the expert treatment he was receiving. "All you have to do is ask," Kent offered, reaching out and tweaking one of his father's nipples. "Remember, I like to show off, and showing off for my dad is awesome." He moved his hips from side-to-side, dragging the head of his cock across his father's groin. "I'd do anything for my dad. I'd let him see me do anything, or let him do anything he wanted to me." Kent thrust his hips forward, trapping his and his father's cocks. "All my father has to do is . . . ask." 'Damn, he's good,' Travis' thought, as it flashed across his mind. 'Knows exactly the right buttons to push to get me to do whatever he wants.' Travis licked his lips. "Lemme see you shoot in your mouth, Kent," he almost begged. "Are you gonna shoot like Glenn does?" Kent asked, leaning forward and teasing one of his father's nipples with his teeth. "In your mouth?" Kent smiled. "That's the only place *to* shoot." "You're wanting to suck it?" Travis asked, in an unsteady voice, and Kent began working on the other nipple, while continuing to tease the length of Travis' erection with the tips of his fingers. "No sucking today, Dad," he winked. "Maybe some other time. What I'd like is for you to squirt your jiz into my mouth at the same time I shoot my own load." He grinned. "You can feel me up if you need a . . ." He seemed to hesitate. "Am I freaking you? I mean, are you okay with me asking you to do all this?" He looked closely at his father. "Have you ever done any sex-stuff with a guy before? I'm figuring that you must have, or you would be either acting all shocked, or yelling at me if you hadn't. Am I right?" "Yes, I have. A long time ago. But," he grinned, "I'm finding that I'm pretty turned on by your behavior, and by the opportunity of shooting in your mouth." Kent's smile was luminous. He turned off the shower, then stepped out and hurriedly dried himself, motioning for his father to hurry. "C'mon, guy," he urged. "I want you all to myself. I don't want Glenn interrupting." "Or your mother." "Hmm. Her, too, I guess. *She'd* probably freak, seeing you pumping a load onto my tongue." Without waiting for an answer, Kent tossed his towel onto the bathroom vanity counter, stepped over his discarded clothing, and rushed into his parents' bedroom, where he climbed onto the bed and lay back, rolling into a position where his erection pointed directly at his mouth. "C'mon, Dad," he urged. "Feel free to touch me anywhere, or do anything you want, as long as you manage to pump out a big load." "No chance of that not happening," Travis laughed, as he reached for his son's upturned butt cheeks and exposed hole. "In fact, it's not gonna take me but a minute, seeing you like this." "You like what you see?" Kent managed to ask, as he worked on bringing himself to orgasm. "Ohhh, yes," Travis exhaled, his breathing becoming ragged. "You can show off for me any time, Kent," he managed to say, moving closer and placing the head of his cock near his son's open mouth, as he felt the tingling behind his balls begin to spread. "I'm 'bout there," he breathed heavily. "I wanna see you blow a fuckin' big load, little boy," he grunted. "Show me how much my stud-son can shoot." Travis pressed a thumb against his son's anus, feeling the muscular opening move at his touch. "Next time we do this, you're gonna be shooting your fuckin' load into *my* mouth." Kent grunted a response, and began to pump faster, the sphincter of his asshole tightening and relaxing in a steady rhythm beneath his father's thumb. "Shoot, Dad," he groaned, one second before the first blast of his boy-cum splashed against his waiting tongue. A fraction of a second later, Travis' groans joined those of his son. His first jet hit squarely on Kent's tongue, while the second hit him on the cheek, one end dangling into the open mouth. The third mixed with Kent's, as they both shot together. His son's sphincter tightened with each pulse of his thick white cum shooting from the head of his cock. As both Travis and Kent's sperm mixed, it seemed to pause for the briefest of moments before sliding back into Kent's throat. He gulped a swallow then licked his lips, his eyes twinkling as his father continued to massage a thumb over his son's butt hole. "The hole's yours, Dad," Kent murmured. "If you want it." Travis jerked his hand away, and gave his son an uneasy smile. "I don't think so, Kent," he said, moving far enough away to allow Kent space to stretch out on his back. "Showing off for one another . . . and doing what we just did, is one thing." He cleared his throat. "Penetrating you is something else." "But, you'd like to, wouldn't you?" Kent persisted. "Sniff your finger," he ordered, looking up at his father, who continued to kneel at his side. "Then, suck on it." He fondled his father's scrotum as he spoke. "No matter what you say, you *want* to have your dick buried in my butt hole." He slid a finger between his father's legs, as Travis sucked his the fingers which had been massaging his son's asshole. "You want to feel my hole surround you with heat as you slide . . ." He ran the tip of a forefinger around the perimeter of his father's hole as he continued to speak. "You want to feel the heat on your dick as you slide in and out." A tremor coursed through Travis' body, caused by both his son's words, and the feeling of the steady pressure being applied to his hole. The pressure wasn't sufficient to penetrate him, but created fantasies of what it would be like to have his youngest boy mount him and drop a load deep inside him. He could almost feel Kent's weight on top of him, and his breath, hot against his neck as the wide head of his son's penis forced its way past his tight sphincter. He took a shuddering breath. "Hello!" A woman's voice called from downstairs. "I'm home. Where is everyone?" "Mom!" Kent hissed, rolling off the bed and trotting into the hallway, presumably heading to his and Glenn's bedroom. "Hi, Julie," Travis shouted out the door. "I'm about to step into the shower." He hastily straightened the bedspread and looked around for any hint that Kent and he had been playing. His head swung around as his oldest son, Glenn, spoke to him, leaning on the doorway and grinning. "I stopped by to grab my stuff," she shouted, from the bottom of the stairway. "Now, I'm off to the gym." Her voice faded as she turned away. "Bye." "He can be a pretty demanding lover," Glenn spoke, startling his father. "Can't he?" "You heard what went on?" Travis asked, sinking to the bed and laying back, propping himself up on his elbows, his feet resting flat on the carpeted floor, his legs spread, allowing his cock and testicles to hang freely between his legs. He was past being surprised by his sons. "Does your brother know you're home?" Glenn shook his head as he stepped into the room and swung the door shut. "Nope. I came in a little before Mom." He grinned. "I moved out of the way only a second before little brother ran out of the room." Glenn locked the door, knowing his father's eyes were following his every movement, while at the same time, his penis, which had been limp only moments earlier, began to stiffen. Next, Glenn pried off his trainers and stripped out of his workout clothes, dropping them in a puddle at his feet. "You and Kent have had some fun. Now, it's my turn," he murmured, as he approached the bed and stood between his father's legs. "I'm not going to fuck either of my son's," Travis warned. "You heard me tell Kent that." Glenn made a sound, deep in his throat, as he climbed onto the bed and walked to a position where he was straddling his father's head, one foot on either side. "I'm not asking you to," Glenn murmured, his low voice almost hypnotic. "I know that you like sweat, though," he added, spreading his feet slightly and running a hand over his own scrotum, then between his legs, aware that his father was watching his every move. "You *do* like sweat, don't you Dad?" "Ohhhhh yessss," Travis groaned, feeling his cock throb, as he lay on his back watching Glenn standing over him, his own cock now standing straight as he spread his butt cheeks with both hands, showing his anus to his father for the first time since he was an infant. "D'you like sweaty boy butt holes, Dad?" he asked. "D'you wanna lick my sweaty ass while I squat on your tongue and spread my cheeks wide, so you can get your tongue in deep? He cupped his scrotum, tugging slightly on the large hairless sac. "My nuts are all sweaty too," he murmured. "You wanna suck on 'em?" Travis watched as Glenn raised an arm and loudly sniffed one of his own armpits. "My pits need cleaning, too." Travis groaned at the thought of giving his oldest son a tongue bath. "But first," Glenn lowered himself onto his father's waiting tongue. "First," he repeated, I'm gonna let you have a go at my sweaty hole." ~ to be continued ~ My stories on Nifty include: Phalen (located in the Gay College Section) Phalen - Finding Happiness (Gay College Section) Phalen - Reputation and Honor (Coming Soon) Chris (Gay College Section) Leith (Gay College Section) (Unfinished) Owen (Gay College Section Wesley (Adult Relationships Section) Jess (Gay Incest Section) Travis (Gay Incest Section) I hope you enjoy them all. If you would like a photo of the characters, please email me. I may be reached at roynm@mac.com. I welcome all email messages, and appreciate hearing your thoughts.