Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:03:38 -0700 From: Roy Subject: Travis, chapter 8 - 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 eight by Roy Reinikainen "I'll see you men tomorrow," Travis said, briefly embracing both of his sons. "Make sure you don't do anything I wouldn't do," he added, with twinkle in his eyes." Kent playfully stuck out his tongue before breaking into a bright smile. "Aw Dad. Any mischief we know how to get into, you taught us." Glenn snickered, and Travis turned an skeptical look on his youngest son. "I'm sure you've managed to come up with a couple things I never even imagined." "Yeah," Kent grinned. "We've invited the neighborhood fathers and their sons in for an orgy. You should join us." Travis' smile momentarily froze until he realized Kent was teasing. After all, what Kent suggested was exactly what he was going to be doing. "Tell you what, Dad. When you get back the three of us will have to tell each other exactly what we did this weekend, deal?" he asked. "I'm not sure I want to know," Travis grinned, also not sure he was ready to divulge what he'd been up to. "Well, if you feel like talking, you, Glenn and I can have a repeat of what we did in your bed the other day." His smile broadened, at the look both his father and older brother gave him. "You both thought I didn't know what you were doing, didn't you?" He laughed. "I was standing in the door to the bathroom. You forget that the bathroom also has a door to your study. I would have asked to join you guys, but I figured that you and I had already played, Dad, so it was only fair that you have a chance at Glenn." "Hmm." Travis couldn't think of what to say. He trusted that his sudden blush told his son everything. "Say, Dad," Kent continued, draping an arm over his father's shoulders. "When are three of us gonna fuck? I'm getting sorta tired of only having Glenn's thing up my butt." He snickered when Glenn looked toward the ceiling with a long suffering sigh. "Then, I think perhaps you need to buy a dildo and have your brother use that on you." "Naw, his dick's better than any dildo, besides, both he and I are too young to go into one of those sleazy adult entertainment palaces. I tried," he added. "The manager threw me out, even after I offered him the use of my body, just for a look around. You know," Kent indignantly put his hands on his hips. "He told me he wasn't interested unless I had a cunt. Imagine!" Kent playfully shuddered. "I've gotta go," Travis said. The certainty that he did not want to know anything more of what his youngest son had been up to, grew with each sentence the boy uttered. "With all your talk about sex," Travis said, looking over his shoulder, his hand on the back door, doorknob, "one wonders when you have time for school work." "I'm almost a straight A student, Dad," Kent added with some heat. "Still, with all the talk about offering up your body to total strangers, one has to wonder how many of your teachers have taken you up on your offer." He smiled, as he stepped out of the house, followed by his son's voice. "Only one, and I already had an A in that class." "Yeah, yeah," Travis called, over his shoulder, raising his arm and waving goodbye without looking back. ---------- Travis took a deep breath as he prepared to ring his brother's doorbell. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway, so he assumed Nick's police officer friend, Cliff, his two sons, and another boy had already arrived. 'That means five guys to fuck me,' Travis thought, and five to fuck. I wonder what it's like to have a young guy slide his thing into me. From what Nick says, it doesn't sound like any of these boys could be considered amateurs. And when Nick calls 'em boys, I have no idea what that means. I'm guessing they're all old enough to drop a load.' He thought back to his early teen years, when it was nothing for him and Nick to masturbate six or seven times a day. He mentally rubbed his hands together. 'Maybe I'll get laid more than five times!' He chuckled, almost bounding on the balls of his feet, in anticipation. "I'll get it," a young voice said, in almost immediate response to his pressing the doorbell. There was some laughing, and a moment later, Nick swung the door open wide, revealing his naked body and a smiling blond boy at his side. "Hi," the boy said, stepping around Nick. "You must be Nick's brother. I'm Patrick." He shook Travis' hand, then turned to the other people in the dimly lit room. "The big guy, with the muscles, over there, is my dad, Cliff. Then, there's my brother Josh, and our friend Jerry. His dad wanted to come, but couldn't." Travis waved a greeting to each person as they were introduced, then turned his attention back to Patrick. "May I strip you?" Patrick asked. "All the rest of us are naked, you should be too." He glanced at Travis, his cheeks seeming in a perpetual blush, which, combined with his shy appearance, totally belied his behavior. "Jerry and I want to help too," Josh laughed, trotting across the living room. Of the three boys, Jerry was the most forward. Instead of talking, he brazenly reached out and groped Travis' crotch. "C'mon guys," he said, his voice cracking, as it sought to find it's adult level, "get him out of his clothes." He looked at Travis only a moment before moving close and kissing him, extending his tongue in an expert kiss. "Will you fuck me first?" he asked. "I'd really like to taste your cum, but I think I'd like it inside me first. At least I can finger myself and lick my finger clean." Travis held his arms up as Patrick and his brother stripped him out of his t-shirt. They'd already freed him of his shorts. "Dang," Josh said, kneeling behind Travis. "You've got as nice as a butt as Dad's." Travis smiled and glanced to where Cliff was sitting, watching his sons, strip the newcomer. "I'm second," Patrick announced, pushing his hand inside Travis' underwear and fondling the erect penis. "Dad really gets off on watching me and Josh get our butt's pounded," he confided. "Lotsa times, he likes to get on his knees behind me and the guy fucking me and play with the guys dick as it slides in and out. He'll even ask the guy to stop, leaving his dick in me, while Dad licks the guys butthole." "Has your Dad ever fucked the guy whose fucking you?" Travis asked. When Patrick shook his head, his eyes wide with calculation, his father laughed. "Now, that's an idea, Travis. "Am I gonna be lucky enough to learn that you're a guy who'd like to be plugged at the same time you're doing my boys?" Travis reached back and slapped an ass cheek. "Why don't you get back here, Cliff and use your tongue on me for a bit to see if you'd like to slide your pole up my hole. "Once Dad gets you all sloppy with his spit," Josh asked, as he caressed Travis' ass cheek, "D'ya think I could fuck you? That way Dad would have some extra lube. He's sorta big, y'know." "I'd love you have you in me, Josh, but," Travis playfully grinned. "As nice as your thing is, are you sure you're really old enough for it to shoot?" Josh's father laughed as he knelt behind Travis. "The boy's wanting to prove to me that he can drop a load, four or five times a day." He kissed one of Travis' ass cheeks while Josh looked on, fondling his cock, preparing to prove to Travis that he was old enough, not only to deposit a load, but to make Travis enjoy the experience. While Cliff and Josh were taking care of Travis, Cliff's son, Patrick was lying on his back on the floor while Nick squatted over his tongue. "Are you into kissing?" Jerry asked, crossing the room and standing in front of Nick. "You bet I am, you little fucker," Nick said, in a passion-filled voice. "Get down here." Nick reached out and brought Jerry's face to his, with a hand on either side of his head, his tongue already extended. He held Jerry, his tongue also extended, so their tongue wrestling match could be seen by anyone watching. Jerry groaned, and, as Travis watched, a strand of clear pre-cum began to sway from the boy's cock. ---------- "Hey, Coach," Kent smiled, opening the door to the house. He and Glenn had spent all the time since their father left, arranging two hidden video cameras. "We'll just have to keep in him the bedroom," Glenn said, hoping his brother wouldn't continue complaining about all the, 'what if,' situations. "What if he likes sex in the shower?" Kent had asked, or in the living room, or the backyard?" "Well, we want sex in the bedroom . . . this time," Glenn had said. "We're the hosts, we're fulfilling his fantasies, never mind him fulfilling ours, so we get to choose where . . . his fantasies are fulfilled." "C'mon in." Kent noticed the older man, dressed in his usual gym shorts and t-shirt and warily looking around. "Don't worry," Kent assured him, both Dad and Mom are gone for the weekend. Here," he held out a hand to his brother. "This is my older brother, Glenn. I've been telling him all about you and the stuff we've done. He's looking forward to having you plug him." Kent grinned at his brother's, 'save me,' expression. Coach Greene smiled his understanding. "G'on," Glenn, Kent said, playfully punching him on the shoulder, "be a good host. Show the man your butthole." "Mister Pollard," Coach Green interrupted, as Glenn appeared unsure what to do. "Isn't it customary to offer a newly arrived guest a drink, or something . . . before offering them . . . something to eat?" His eyes danced as he smiled in Glenn's direction. "Oh sure," Kent responded. "Y'like boy-piss, Coach?" Glenn snorted and the coach's eyes widened slightly. "I'd bet Glenn can produce some, or, if not him, I can. We've been drinking plenty of water to make sure of it," he grinned. Coach Greene studied his student for a moment. "You're for real? Kent merely smiled, and began stripping. When he stood before the coach and his brother, bare-ass-naked, as he liked to say, he began toying with his slowly stiffening cock. "Try me," he murmured. "Now," he gestured, "both of you strip-off. I think the coach wants to drink some of all that water we've been chugging down all morning, Glenn. "First," Coach Greene held up a finger. "I want to give both of you a deep kiss." He motioned to Glenn, who, without hesitation, stepped into the older man's embrace and opened his mouth. While the two men were kissing, Kent stepped behind the coach, hooked his fingers in the waistband of the coach's shorts and jock, and tugged them down over the swell of his buttocks and his swollen cock. The coach moaned and increased the vigor with which he was attacking Glenn's mouth. When Kent ran a finger between the muscular cheeks and found the older man's pucker, a tremor of such strength ran through the coach that Kent thought maybe the older man had climaxed already. "Aw fuck," the coach heaved a breath as he and Glenn separated. "Ho . . . ly fuck, is all I can say." He skinned out of his t-shirt and stepped out of the shorts and jockstrap which lay puddled at his feet, then pulled Kent to him. "C'mere, you sexy bugger. We can swap some spit while Glenn strips." He grinned. "All this work is making me mighty thirsty. Once the boy's nekkid, we can retire to the backyard. I'm betting I can swallow everything you can give me." He chuckled, as he tweaked one of Kent's nipples. "And, I'm not only talking about your steaming piss." As the three men walked through the house and stepped onto the backyard patio, the coach flopped down onto one of the patio chairs, and leaned back, extending his legs before him as he fondled the two young men who stood before him, each straddling one of the coach's legs. "I swear men, I don't know how I'm going to make it through an entire day and night of this." He laughed. "You'll have to roll my unresponsive body into a box or something and ship me home. Then, I'm going to have to take a week off work. I've never, in my entire fuckin' life, had anything to compare with what we've already done. His eyes sparkled. "And, I'm sure that Mister Pollard here, has the entire evening choreographed." He looked from one boy to the other. "Now, someone was talking about serving-up some drinks. What say if I take some of what Glenn has to offer, then trade off with you Kent, until you're both empty, or I can't handle any more. If that happens, you can just hose me down then lick me clean before we get down to the serious stuff." He gestured Glenn close and opened his mouth to accept the beautiful cock. Glenn inhaled deeply through his nose as he felt the warmth of the coach's mouth surround his penis. He tried to blank his mind, and soon, felt his flow start. He thought he was supposed to give Kent a chance, but when he restricted his flow, the coach shook his head. "You're not finished. Give me all of it," he ordered. He dug his fingers into the flesh of Glenn's butt cheeks until the flow of the pale piss resumed. He next turned to Kent who had been watching his teacher gulp down everything Glenn had to offer. "Y'sure?" Kent asked. Coach Greene smiled. "Yes, boys. Pretty soon, I'll be spraying you with what you just gave me." As Kent moved into position, the coach continued. "While I really like doing this, I want to get down and dirty with you guys. ---------- "How do you want me?" Travis asked Josh. "On your knees, man," Josh answered, slapping Travis' butt once with a loud smack. Travis smile and cradled his head in his folded arms, his bare butt stuck in the air. "You're in for a treat, Cliff murmured, as he ran the open palm of a hand first over Travis' back and over his buttocks, then on his chest. "My little boy really knows how to use his thing." He winked at Josh, who smiled and sank a finger into Travis' spit-slick butthole and ran it across the firm nut of the man's prostate. He knew he had reached the right spot when Travis jumped in surprise. "Watch me, Dad," Josh ordered his father. "You've never seen me fuck another man, have you?" He glanced at his father, whose gaze was riveted to the sight of his son's pale-skinned erection pointing at Travis' hole. "Hold it for me, Dad, while I push in?" Josh asked. He figured that if his Dad liked to watch, he's surely like to participate. Cliff wrapped his fingers around his youngest son's penis, amazed at how large it was, and rubbed the head teasingly over Travis' hole. "Y'want my little boy's dick in you, don't you Travis?" he asked, in a hypnotic voice. "Once, he lubes you up, then our young friend Jerry will take his turn, then . . . I'll slide in, using both boy's spunk." He lovingly ran an open palm over Travis' butt cheeks, while Josh slowly buried himself and began his rapid thrusts. He'd take three or four, then pause and move his hips from side to side, stimulating the older man as his father slapped Travis' cheeks, never taking his eyes off his youngest son's cock penetrating another man. "Damn, you're tight," Josh grunted, as he watched his cock stretch the hole. "You're gonna squeeze out every drop of sperm I've got." This time, he slapped the butt cheeks. "But, don't worry," he said, "slapping the other cheek and thrusting harder. By the time everyone else has had you, I'll be ready to go again." He leaned over the older man's back and wrapped his arms around Travis' chest as his thrusting slowed until he was rocking his hips, almost pulling free with each stroke. "You like what I'm doing to you don't you, Mister Pollard?" he murmured, pinching Travis' nipples. "Y'know something?" he asked. "Hmmmm," Travis groaned, a response. Josh kissed Travis' back as he continued teasing his nipples. "I think you'll enjoy fucking me more than getting fucked by me." He chuckled, playing Travis like a musical instrument. "Lotsa guys get off on pushing their dick into a young guy." He rotated his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against Travis' prostate. "I'm betting you're one of those guys. He smiled at Travis' incoherent moan of a response. "Get ready, Mister Pollard," he warned. "You're hole's about . . . to . . . be . . . flooded . . . with," Josh trembled, "boy . . . cream." He pulled himself into Travis as far as possible, pleased he was able to have such a great time while putting on an exciting show for his dad. ~ to be continued ~