Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:26:25 -0600 From: Roy Subject: Travis - chapter 5 - Gay Incest Section Author's note: Please be aware that this story differs from most of my other work, in that it is primarily, a story of sex. If that's what you're searching for, you've come to the right place. If you'd rather read a story of romance, which includes some sex, please read my other work: Phalen, Wesley, Chris, or Owen. Travis Chapter five by Roy Reinikainen Kent's smile faded to be replaced with an expression of lust. "Y'called me in here to see my body, didn't you Coach?" he asked, spreading his legs slightly, thrusting his hips forward, and reaching up to tweak one of his nipples. "You get off watching me, don't you?" He turned his back to the coach and caressed the milk-white skin of his muscular buttocks. "You want me, don't you?" he asked, taking one step closer to his teacher. "Ever since you shot a load in the shower, you've been wanting to touch me, to lick me . . ." He extended his tongue. "To feel my tongue inside your mouth or licking your man hole." He grinned when the coach moaned. "You wanna suck my boy-dick and taste my jiz," don'tcha?" The coach mutely nodded, transfixed by the young exhibitionist putting on a show only a few feet away. Kent reached behind himself, obviously toying with his own hole. He held out a forefinger, pungent with the smell of sweat and boy-butt. "You wanna rub your face between my ass cheeks, spreading my boy-sweat all over your face, before you stick your tongue into me." He raised his voice. "Don't you, Coach?" The older man nodded once, his mouth open slightly as he tried to control his rapid breathing. He followed the boy's finger as Kent reached out, first passing the finger beneath his nose, pausing long enough for him to inhale deeply, then dragging the finger across the older man's lips. "Suck on it, Coach," Kent ordered. "Suck on my finger like you wanna suck on my boy-dick. He looked at the coach, wearing a mischievous smile as the older man continued to nurse on his finger. "You wanna suck on my nips?" he asked. "They're yours for the taking." He gently pinched one of his own nipples. "Nurse on 'em, Coach. Lemme feel your tongue. "C'mon, Coach, strip-off and let me get a good look at you." Kent slipped out of his own jockstrap and reached out to help the coach with his clothes. When the coach stood before him, naked and hard, Kent cooed his approval. He stepped close and began to suck on one of the coach's nipples while fondling the older man's erection. "Nice," he murmured, after licking the man's sweaty pits. "I love a sweaty guy almost as much as I love the taste of a guy's jiz," he murmured, finding it difficult to restrain himself from dropping to his knees and sucking the coach's erection. Since the encounter with his father, Kent had been constantly horned-up. Having sex with his older brother was outstanding, but was nothing compared with having sex with an older man. Both Kent and the coach jumped as the office telephone rang, demanding attention. "Hello?" the coach answered, trying to control his breathing. He paused, listening to the person on the other end of the line speak. "Yeah, okay, but I've got something I'm attending to at the moment. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, latest." He slammed the phone down with a mild curse. "Fuck! What a damned time to have a *teacher's meeting*, he sneered the words. "I'm 'bout ready to bust a nut, and instead, I have to sit around a table and *listen* to a bunch of nuts!" Kent dropped to his knees in front of the coach. "Then let's stop complaining. Remember, we're gonna let one another taste the other's sperm." He opened his mouth and extended his tongue. "I'd bet you'd like to see your dick shoot its load directly onto my tongue," he said, as the coach began to feverishly masturbate. "I'm gonna taste yours too, Mr. Pollard?" the coach asked, jumping slightly as Kent began to fondle his testicles. The coach sighed. "Fuck yeah. I love having my nuts played with." "What about your hole?" Kent asked, pushing a finger he'd wet in his mouth, into the coach's hole, probing deep enough to rub across the hard mound of his prostate. At the first touch of Kent's finger on the sensitive organ, the coach groaned and began to fuck himself on Kent's extended finger. "Yeah, finger me, boy," he changed. "Next time we do this, that hard dick of yours is gonna be massaging my prostate." Kent pressed harder. He knew how much he enjoyed Glenn fingering him as he beat-off, and wanted the coach to shoot a big load. Every time Glenn toyed with his prostate, he would reward his brother with an especially big load. He hoped it would be the same for the coach. "C'mon, Coach," he urged. "Drown me in your jiz." He could feel the prostate swell at the same time the coach's sphincter convulsively clamped down on the probing finger, and the first jet of the older man's sperm splashed against the back of Kent's throat. He madly swallowed as the first shot was followed by a second and third less forceful spray, these coating his tongue with the salty, thick juice. "Oh, holy fuckin' shit," the coach muttered, holding onto Kent's head and tilting it back so he could see his load coating the young man's tongue. "That was beyond awesome," he said. "Way fuckin' beyond." He inserted a finger into Kent's mouth and played with his own sperm for a few moments before withdrawing the finger and wiping it across the younger man's cheek. "Swallow, boy," he ordered. "Swallow my man-juice, then beat-off quick so I can taste your stuff." Kent swallowed, cursing the teacher's meeting. He had fantasized about the coach fucking him, just like his uncle Nick did. Now, because of a telephone call, that fantasy would have to wait. 'Still,' he thought to himself. 'I *did* get to taste his junk. That thought alone was enough to make him shoot a quick load of sperm in three strong blasts, onto the coach's face. "Y'like my boy-jiz, don't you, Coach?" he asked, as he finished shooting and began spreading his sperm over the coach's face with the head of his cock. "Next time," Kent continued, "there'll be no teacher's meeting, and you and I will definitely do more than *taste* one another's sperm." He slipped a hand between the coach's hairy thighs and probed the older man's hole. "When we finish, each of us are gonna go home carrying the other's load, deep in our butts." He withdrew his finger, wiped it across the astonished coach's lower lip, then casually stooped to pick up his jockstrap. With a glance over his shoulder, he opened the office door and smiled, his stained jock hanging from one hand. "Enjoy the teacher's meeting, Coach." He softly closed the office door, leaving the coach to wipe what he could of the young man's sperm into his mouth, and wonder exactly who had been in control of the encounter he had so carefully planned. "The little fucker," he said, aloud, as he scraped the last of the liquifying sperm into his mouth, then licked his fingers. "The sexy little fucker." ---------- Nick worked the key into the door lock and turned to grin at his brother ho stood anxiously at his side, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a school boy about to experience his first fuck. "So," Nick drawled, as they entered his darkened apartment. "Those boys of yours are show-offs, just like me'n you?" "Like you, Nick," Travis laughed. "I'm nowhere in your league, though I'd be willing to bet Kent could give you a run for your money. From the moment he stepped into the shower, something he's never done, I might add, he was in control." Travis chuckled. "I was nothing more than a puppet with my youngest son controlling my every movement by his nasty language, and his warm touch." Travis shook his head. "Damn, that boy has an incredible dick." "That big, huh?" Nick grinned to himself as he poured a drink for him and his brother. "It's big enough, though what really turned me on was the head, and the enormous piss slit." He groped himself as he sipped the strong drink, making a face as he swallowed. "Damn, that thing of his is thick. I wonder if anyone has ever been on the receiving end." Travis chuckled. "If so, that person's probably walking around bow-legged." Nick quickly checked to see if he was exhibiting any hint of bow-leggedness as he downed the rest of his drink. "You seem awfully drawn to the *idea* of having anal sex with your boys. Now that you've gone as far as you have, what's stopping you? It sounds to me as if they'd jump at the chance to either fuck you, or be fucked *by* you." Travis swirled what little was left of his drink in the bottom of the glass. "I don't really know, Nick." "You're not adverse to fucking guys your sons' age are you? Or," he continued, "being fucked *by* someone young?" Travis thought for a moment. "Hell no! I love to stick my dick into almost anything, whether it be a woman or a man." He grinned. "Julie's even used a dildo on me a couple times." Nick smiled, surprised his straight-laced brother was admitting so much. 'Must be the drink,' he thought. "The dildo wasn't nearly as good as having *you* sliding your dick up my hole though," Travis smiled. "Trav," Nick said, using his nickname for his brother. "I've got an idea." Travis raised his eyebrows and downed the rest of his drink, looking longingly at the empty glass, then deciding that he'd better not ask for another. "I fuck around with a few young guys," Nick said, instantly getting his brother's attention. "They all like to fuck, *and* be fucked." Nick scooted his chair closer to the table. "You've heard of a glory hole, haven't you?" A smile spread across Travis' face. "Oh yeah. I've gotten a couple great blow jobs at one when we were in college." "Well," Nick continued. "I think it's a real turn on to fuck a guy through a glory hole. Somehow, not knowing anything about the guy whose hole you're pounding is an extra turn-on for me. All the guy does is back his ass hole up to the glory hole and you slide in. Sometimes, I set things up where there is a steady stream of young guys coming to the apartment and using my hole to leave a load. I never see 'em. They just show up, drop their pants and pound my hole for as long and as hard as they want." He smiled. "Fuck, one of the kids told me later that he'd brought his father along to have a go at my hole. That was super cool." "You've got your own glory hole? Right here in the apartment?" Nick grinned and nodded. "Yep, two actually. I used to have a set of double doors leading to my bedroom. I took off the doors and had a carpenter friend of mine install side-by-side partitions, similar to those in a public bathroom. Then my friend, cut a good-sized hole in each." "Damn," Travis murmured, thinking of the possibilities. Nick nodded agreement. "Of course, my friend and I had to use the holes right away. Even though I knew who was fucking me, and who I was fucking, having that wall between us made things extra hot." "There are two holes?" Nick nodded. "Y'think that maybe you might be interested in dropping a load in a couple of my young friends? Or," he continued. "Maybe you'd like to have a few of them breed your hole. You'd never know who you fucked, or who fucked you." "Shit yeah," Travis groaned, scooting the chair back and massaging his erection. "Could I lick their holes first?" "You always did like to rim a guy's hole, didn't you?" When Travis gave him a sheepish grin, Nick added. "Of course you can. You can finger them, lick them, fuck them, piss on their hole . . . whatever you like. Of course, they can do the same to you." Travis stood and quickly stripped out of his slacks and underwear. "I'm ready! But, since we don't have any young guys to fuck around with, why don't I back up against one of your glory holes, and you can shoot a load inside me?" Travis began walking down the hall to his brother's bedroom, with Nick following a few steps behind, grinning at how well things were going. 'There's more than one way to get a guy to breed his own sons,' he thought, as he watched the muscles of his brother's ass cheeks flex with every step he took. Travis stopped in front of the double set of, what looked like a pair of double doors, each with a large hole at groin-height, and neither reaching the floor or top of the original door opening. He turned to his brother wearing a look of amazement. "Do you have any idea how sexy this set-up is?" He ran one of his hands around the smooth opening, noting how sticky it was. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked, before licking the palm of his hand. "Whose is it?" Nick shrugged. "I have no idea. It could be mine, but it could also be one of twenty or more guys who visit from time to time." "Still taking the goods out for an airing, I see," Travis chuckled, referring to his brother's term for showing off in public in hopes of attracting someone to have sex with him. Nick grinned. "You got it." He began to strip-off. "You did mention wanting to be fucked," he hinted, as he quickly shed his clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. The heavy draperies of the bedroom blocked out most of the light, lending the dual glory holes, an even sleazier appearance. "Fuckin' cool," Travis murmured, as his brother swung one of the panels aside and stepped through to the other side. "What do I do, Nick?" Travis asked. There was no answer. 'He always did enjoy games,' Travis thought to himself, as he sniffed, detecting the odor of poppers in the air. 'Well,' he continued. 'I'm here to get fucked. The only way that's gonna happen is for me to show him my ass hole.' He tugged once or twice on his cock before bending forward and reaching back to spread his ass cheeks wide. He could feel the cool air of the room touch his hole as he backed up against the circular opening. 'Geez,' he thought to himself. 'There could be fuckin' *anybody* on the other side of that partition, and here I am showing 'em my sweaty ass hole.' The thought that someone other than his brother might be watching what he was doing caused his cock to begin to drool. 'This is so fucking awesome,' he told himself. 'I can't wait for when Nick invites some of his guy-friends over for me to play with. I'm gonna . . ." His thought was interrupted by the feeling of someone's tongue lapping across his hole. His gasp of pleasure was echoed by a faint sound and an increase in pressure of the person's tongue attempting to penetrate him. "Holy fuck," he groaned, and ground his butt against the partition, as the person, presumably his brother, penetrated him with a finger. 'What if it's not Nick?' Travis thought, his excitement doubling at the possibility. 'Maybe some young guy like Kent or Glenn, is on the other side gonna push their thick prick into my hole.' The penetrating finger was replaced by the person's tongue, causing him to jump. "C'mon man," he urged, his voice rough with emotion. "Stick that thing up my butt." He reached back and tried to spread his cheeks wider, while at the same time, pushing harder against the partition. "Fuck me hard. Shoot your load in me." There was an evil chuckle from nearby, followed almost immediately by the pain of being penetrated in one swift move. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his sphincter being stretched to its limit. "Y'like that, man?" the muffled voice asked. ~ 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.