Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 20:50:19 -0500
From: tyler thane <tylerthane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Randy 6 (incest, m/b)

Dad's Randy 6 (incest, m/b)

Chapter 19

Over breakfast, Dad told us that he would make some calls to square
things with the appropriate people concerning Ricky. Finishing
breakfast, we went of to school.
As we walked to school, our steps were light and we teased each other
about stuff that we didn't like about each other. Things couldn't have
been better. When we got about two blocks, from school, Ricky seemed to
start to retreat into himself. By the time, we entered the school. Ricky
had withdrawn totally into himself. At the door, I stopped to talk to
him but he didn't. He kept on going, heading toward his first class. I
was stunned. I felt like a stranger not his lover.  Class after class, I
couldn't concentrate on anything. No matter how hard I tried to
concentrate, my thoughts remained on Ricky.  I had no answers. At lunch,
Ricky was nowhere to be found.  The day finally ended and I felt so low
that I didn't think anything could get me out of it; not even a good
fucking by my dad.

I trudged homeward. Out of nowhere, I felt a pairs of hands cover my
eyes and a voice say "Guess who." My heart soared, it was Ricky!
Knocking his hands away, I turned on him ready to give him holy hell.
But I couldn't, he was grinning from ear to ear. He was so beautiful
when he smiled.  My funk melted away and I hugged him. He let me hold
him for a minute and wiggle out of my arms. He was really excited and it
was contagious. He had heard that the porn store had changed hands and
allowed high school kids in. He said that there were booths that you
could pay to see porn films. I had seen pictures on the web but had
never seen a porn movie and I was intrigued. So we set off. It took us
awhile to walk there. I was surprised that the store wasn't in the
"seedy" part of town. In fact it was right off the main street. The
windows were painted black and had various movie posters in the window.
All the posters had suggestive images of men and women. There were no
posters of men only. Above the door was a simple sign stating its name:
"Pleasure Palace." Excitedly, Ricky pulled the door open and breezed
right in. For some reason, as I stepped into the store, I had a
momentary feeling of apprehension. It passed and I entered. The store
was brightly lit with row after row of magazines, tapes and DVDs. I
noticed that they were all depicted men in various poses and acts.
Against the far wall, was a display of various devices ranging from
dildoes to whips and chains. In the middle of the wall was a doorway
with a simple sign saying "movies"

Behind a raised counter, a teenage girl stood with had short curly brown
hair. She had a pretty face but was wearing too much make up for my
tastes. Her eyeliner and eye shadow was overdone; the eyeliner, too
thick and shadow, caked on, her lips too bright.  She wore dangling
earrings and a simple gold chain necklace. Her tee-shirt was cut low
across her small chest exposing her cleavage. Beneath her shirt, I could
see the outline of her bra. It was a size too small, forcing her small
breast to look bigger. The counter hid the rest of her. Looking at
Ricky, I noticed he was staring at her. She had looked up and smiled,
then went back to what she was doing.

Nudging Ricky, we moved around the store, picking up various items. I
kept catching Ricky staring at the girl. Finally, I had enough and told
him to go talk to her already.
Stumbling up to her, he started talking as I ambled around the store. A
few minutes later, I looked up and they were having an animated
conversation. I was getting. Hurrying over to put a stop to the
conversation, I told Ricky we had to go; it was getting late. But he
blew me off, telling me that I could go and he would be "home" later. I,
again, tried to persuade him to leave but he just shook his head. What
could I do? I made my way to the door and left.

All the way home, I vacillated between being strong and weak. I kept
telling myself that this was a girl not a boy, On the other hand; maybe
it was a boy being a girl. When I got home, it was a little to early for
dad to be home from work and I was full of anxiety and energy. It was
almost dinnertime, so I started preparing dinner. I was so focused on
what I was doing that I didn't hear Ricky come in. He turned me around
and kissed me. His tongue moved around my mouth so sensuously that I got
hard and my knees, weak. All my anxiety faded away and I kissed him back
with all the passion I had.

"Cut it out you two" Dad said sternly, entering the kitchen. We
unclenched and I felt embarrassed. Ricky just looked at the floor as he
always did when my dad was around.
Dinner came and went. Ricky and I headed up to my room to study. We were
quiet except to ask a question about the assignment. Then it was time
for bed.

As usual, Ricky took some clothes and headed to the bathroom. I turned
down the bed and got in. Ricky appeared shortly there after. He had let
down his hair but wore no makeup. Removing his robe, he got into bed
beside me. Tonight he was wearing a long white sleeveless cotton
nightgown. I thought it strange; he usually wore sexy lingerie. I didn't
say anything; I just took him in my arms and surprised me by moving to
kiss me. Usually, I'm the aggressor but I let him lead. His kiss was
gentle and full of love. He broke the kiss and moved away. Looking into
his eyes, I saw sadness. He kissed his way down my chest, spending time
licking and sucking my nipples. I was as hard as a rock. I wanted to
roll him over and plunge my dick into his now familiar ass but this was
his night. When he got to my cock, he slowly took me in his mouth,
stopping halfway down my cock. His eyes were closed and it seemed like
he was memorizing the taste of me. Seconds passed and then he took the
other half of me down his throat. He sucked me gently and lovingly. As
he pulled himself off me, his cheeks puckered and I felt the pressure of
his mouth move up my cock. He would plunge himself on me again taking me
straight down his throat only to apply the pressure again. He kept
repeating this process. He wanted to control my orgasm and not me. With
each suck, he moved faster and applied more pressure. I lay there
immobile, completely under his spell.  The only thing I could do is
moan. When he felt me get close, he cupped my balls and massaged them, I
was at his mercy. When I started to cum, he slammed his mouth down onto
me, immobilizing me even further. My cock spasm, shooting spurt after
spurt directly down his throat. Even before last spurt had hit his
belly, I felt drained. He had drained me of my boy juice and my energy.
It was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. I was so drained
that all I wanted to do was to turn over and go to sleep but Ricky held
me until I got soft. Then he kissed me again and I tasted my own seed.
He cuddled against me and I was asleep in seconds. Sometime during the
night, I felt a kiss on my cheek and heard; "I'll always love you" I was
so deep into sleep that I just turned over, groaning.

Chapter 20

I awoke to the sound of my alarm and an empty space beside me. My heart
rose into my throat and I knew something was terribly wrong. A envelop
sat on my desk with my name on, written in Ricky's hand. "Please no" I
said to myself, over and over again. Ripping the open envelop, I began
reading his goodbye letter. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read. By the
time I had finished, crocodile tears flowed from my eyes. He was gone!
He had come back to me and now I had lost him forever!  The letter said
that the girl in the porn store was really a boy named Jack and he had
truly found his soul mate. With the money that he found in his father's
house, they were going away. He ended the letter saying that he would
always love me and that he would carry part of me wherever he went. Last
night was his going away present; a thank you and a goodbye.

I crawled back into bed pulling the covers over my head and cried my
heart out. Somewhere along the way Dad came in. He must have read the
letter because I heard him say Oh, Randy, I'm so sorry."  I felt his
hand on my shoulder and shook it off. Moving away, he said, I'll call
the school and tell them that you're sick today."

How long I lay there I don't know. My crying had stopped because there
were no tears left. I was numb. I couldn't think; I just felt so empty.
Then I got angry.  I was going to find him/them. When I did, I didn't
know what I was going to do but it felt right.

Throwing on some clothes, I headed for the porn shop. It seemed the most
logical place to start. Storming into the store, I headed to the man,
demanding to know where the girl was.

Without looking up, he said, "Don't know".
"When will she be back?"
"Don't care", he responded but this time I heard some hurt in those
simple words.

I wasn't going to get anything out of him so I headed towards the door.
Before I got there, one of the boys, that Ricky had introduced me to as
a member of "the club", entered and headed for the movies. When I got to
the door, I reversed direction and followed the boy.
I heard sounds coming from the last booth and headed there and entered
Opening the door, on the screen was two men sucking each other. The boy
had is dick out and stroking it. Tissue lay on the bench seat beside
him. When he saw me, he cowered, pushing himself into the corner of the
small booth.

"Where is he" I demanded.
"Who", he squeaked.
"Ricky"
"I haven't seem him except for school"

I could tell he was telling the truth. The anger and frustration boiled
up in me and I took it out on him. Pulling my dick out of my pants I
ordered him to suck me. He tried to squeeze further into the corner
which angered me more. Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled his head
towards my dick. When he didn't take me in his mouth, I twisted an ear
with my free hand which made him open his mouth and yelp in pain. I
thrust my semi-hard cock into his mouth. Using both hands, I moved his
head on and off my cock. I face fucked violently. Each time, I made sure
his lips hit my stomach. I fell out of his mouth he closed it.  I
slapped him and his mouth opened again. I continued the face fucking
him, trying to force my whole body down his throat. I didn't care about
him. I was using him to vent my anger. He was not a person, just a mouth
and soon to be an ass. I was completely hard and every time I forced
myself fully down his throat he gagged. But I wasn't content with that.
I ripped his head off my cock and ordered him to drop his pants. I could
tell that he had given up any chance of escape and had accepted his
fate. Turning way from me, he dropped his pants and bent over leaning on
the bench. Taking aim, I fucked into him with all my might. He howled
with pain. "Shut up bitch and take it!" I hissed as I stuffed the tissue
into mouth, shutting him up. I raped him with all I had.  I wanted to
rip him apart. He had become Ricky and I wanted to hurt him! Stroke
after stroke, I slammed into him. "Take that you bitch" I cried. I
rammed him over and over again. I was so angry that I was out of my mind
but it felt so good. For some reason, I looked down at my cock, I saw
blood; His blood. I had fucked him so hard that he was bleeding. I had
torn his guts with my rape. I stopped in mid stroke and began to cry.
Pushing him of my cock, I ran from the booth. By the time I hit the
front door; I had put away my cock and was wailing.

Once outside, I stopped to catch my breath. It dawned on me that I had
raped that kid.
My anger had turned into a violent rape of a kid who had nothing to do
with me.
I felt sick. I couldn't breathe. I heard a car screech to a halt on the
street and then popping sounds. The windows of the store splattered.
Instead of ducking, I stood up
and was thrown against the wall. Sharp pain radiated through my body.
Blood was pouring from my chest made I had been shot and I knew I was
going to die.

They say that during the last few seconds of your life, your life
flashes before you. That's not true. You don't have time! I love you,
Da...............


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