Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 16:57:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Journey (Part 1)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest and raunch fetishes.  If you find
this subject matter offensive or are under the age of eighteen, STOP
HERE!

The Journey (Part 1)
By Rim4you

Prologue

My name is Philip Michael Davidson.  Everyone just calls me Phil.  I'm
sixteen years old and in my junior year in high school.  I love sports
and play football.  I'm the quarterback for The Trojans, my high school
team.

I am told that I'm good looking, a little shy of six feet tall, have a
toned and defined body that I take care of and I have brown hair and
deep blue eyes.  I get my share of winks from the girls as well as the
guys.  I take it all in stride.  It's just that when a fellow jock slaps
me on the ass after an exceptional play on the football field, I get
this strange sensation.  I feel tingly all over!

My parents are not together and I live with my Dad, Chris.  He's
thirty-four years old and people say we pass more for brothers than
father and son.  We're like mirror reflections of one another.  I wonder
if he ever feels the way I do when I'm around guys?

Dad dosen't say anything to me that I don't have a girlfriend and am
always around guys.  Come to think of it, ever since Mom walked out on
us four years ago, Dad dosen't share the company of a woman either!  I
wonder?  But that's none of my business!  I'm curious.

I'm writing all of this down in a journal I've kept since I was twelve
years old!  It's kind of funny actually, a jock like me who likes to
write down his thoughts but yet when I go back and re-read my journal
entries, those thoughts, those words tell the tale of a journey.  My
secret journey of who and what I am today.

Chapter One

I have re-written my journal and this is how I'm presenting it now.  As
a reflection of time past and a journey of discovery.

May 10, 1996

I received a special present from my Mom today.  It's my twelfth
birthday.  Ever since I can remember I've always liked to write stories
for her.  She always smiles and laughs at my funny depictions of life as
I see it.

I scratched my head when I opened her gift and saw a black leather
binder with my name, Philip Michael Davidson, in gold letters on the
cover.  Inside was nothing but blank pages!

"Happy birthday, Phil," she said sweetly, kissing me on the cheek.
"Remember always that I love you.  In this book you'll be able to write
all of your wonderful stories that one day when I'm old I'll be able to
read and remember you!"

"Gee!  Thanks Mom,"  I replied.

Dad frowned a bit, determined that his son was going to be a jock but he
too laughed wholeheartedly at my crazy stories!  Then Dad's eyes filled
with tears. I wondered why.

"What's the matter, Dad?"

"Oh!  I'm just remembering the day you were born, Phil.  It was the
happiest day of my life!"

I put my arms around my Dad and gave him a big hug.  He seemed to need
it at the time.  Grandma and Grandpa Davidson nodded their approval with
smiles.

"I'm going to run down to the store to pick up some more ice cream," Mom
said.

"Make sure it's chocolate!"  I hollered.

"Oh I will, sweetie!"  Mom replied.

Mom grabbed her purse and car keys and closed the front door quietly
behind her.  That's the last time I saw my mother!

When Mom didn't return after about a half hour, Grandma and Grandpa
became worried.  I was even worried.  Dad, on the other hand, was
crying.  Why?

Seeing Dad cry made me cry.  Grandma ushered me into the livingroom and
held me in her arms, rocking me gently back and forth casting a look of
concern to Grandpa and her son.

"What's going on, son?"  Grandpa whispered to Dad.

"She's gone!"

"What do you mean?"

"Gone, Dad!  She's left Phil and I!"

"What?  I know you and Julie were having problems, son, but! ... on
Philip's birthday?"

"That's why she gave him that journal, Dad.  He loves to write and she
..."

All I could hear was Dad's sobs.  I was scared.  Something wasn't right.
I cried all the more harder.  Grandma held me all the more tighter.

"How could she?"  Grandpa's voice shouted.  "That bitch!  On Philip's
birthday!"

"I begged her not to, Dad!  Not today of all days!"

"I'll kill that bitch!"  Grandpa hollered.  "Do you realise what she's
done to Philip?  Look at him!"

"Dear!"  Grandma hollered, "Your language!  What's going on?  You're
upsetting Philip, not to mention me!"

Grandpa came into the livingroom.  I jumped up and flung myself into his
arms, sobbing uncontrollably.  I knew something was wrong but didn't
understand what was wrong.

"Grandpa!"  I cried,  "Where's Mom?  Why is Daddy crying?  I'm scared,
Grandpa ... I'm scared!"

My Grandfather held me close and showered me with kisses.  Grandma ran
into the kitchen to console her son and learned what had happened.

What began as a joyful day was turning into a nightmare!

"How do I explain this to Philip, Ma?  How can I make up to him all the
hurt?  I can hear him crying, Ma!  How?  What do I do?"

"Chris!  This is terrible.  Why Julie did what she did on Philip's
birthday I'll never understand.  But right now, you get up from this
table and go to your son.  You just hold him and tell him that you love
him!  He needs your love and support right now!  As for your father and
I, we'll always be here for the two of you!"

I cried for hours that night.  I remember picking up Mom's birthday
present and flinging it across the room.  I was hurt.  I was angry.  I
didn't understand.

Dad just held me.  Rocked me.  Kissed me and told me over and over how
much he loved me.  I clung to him and wouldn't let go.  We clung to each
other.

Somewhere around ten o'clock that night, Dad carried me upstairs.  My
eyes were bloodshot and swollen.  My body still heaving with sobs.

"I'm going to put Phil to bed."

"You do that, son,"  Grandpa replied, "we'll be in the guestroom if you
need us."

"Thanks Mom, Dad!"

"We're here for you both!"  Grandma said, her voice choked with emotion.

"Daddy!  Daddy!"  I screamed, as we headed towards my room.  "Not there!
I don't want to sleep there tonight!  I want to sleep with you!"

"It's okay, Phil!  Shhhhh!  You can sleep with me.  We'll sleep in my
bed.  Is that what you want, son?"

"Yes!"  I whimpered.

The room was dark as my father carried me into his bedroom.  There was
nothing different as we entered the room.  Mom's things were still
present.  Dad reached to flick on the light.

"No lights!"  I said.

Dad laid me gently on the bed.

"Shall I go and get your pajamas, Phil?"

"No!  Don't leave me!"

"I won't leave you, Phil!  I'll never leave you!"

I don't remember when the bed was turned down.  We must have cried
ourselves to sleep that night.  I do remember waking up the next morning
in my father's powerful arms.  My head resting against his hairy chest.
What I did discover was that we were both naked and that his morning
hard-on was tenting the sheet!  I too was in the same condition.

"Good-morning, Dad!"  I whispered.

"Good-morning, Philip!"  Dad replied, stroking my hair.

As I swung my arm up to snuggle close to my Dad, my arm brushed against
his hard, erect cock.  He uttered a slight gasp and wrapped his arms
around me and pulled me close to him.  In our embrace, our cocks
touched.  A strange feeling came over me.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Phil!"

"Can my birthday be on May ninth from now on?"

"Yes, son!  It can be on Christmas Day if that's what you want!"

I rolled on top of my Dad and pressed my lips onto his hairy chest
kissing him.

"I love you, Dad!"

"I love you too, son!"

Our naked flesh touched one another.  Our erect cocks pressed against
one another.  Neither of us felt any shame.

My journey was just beginning.

Chapter Two

May 11, 1996

As we crawled out of bed that morning, I beheld my Dad's naked body for
the very first time.  It's funny but I felt no shame being naked with an
erection in front of him.  It felt natural.  It's how I always woke up
in the morning.  I didn't realise that men woke up in the same condition
as well.

As my Dad streatched and yawned, I studied his body.  It was muscular
and firm, covered in a soft mat of hair.  His broad shoulders tapered to
a taut, washboard stomach.  His cock jutted outward from his body, long
and thick with a head shaped like a mushroom.  I quickly glanced down at
my dick and wondered if mine would grow to match his mammoth
proportions!

Suspended between his legs were the biggest balls I'd ever seen!  In
fact the only balls I'd seen unless I counted seeing Tommy Pritchard's,
my best friend's!  But they in no way compared to my Dad's balls.  His
hung real low and looked heavy and, like the rest of him, were covered
in dark hair.  Mine and Tommy's, on the other hand, were smooth and
hairless although we were both beginning to establish that patch of
pubic hair which marked our emergence into manhood!

Dad caught me looking at him.  He smiled and winked at me then
nonchalantly reached down and gave a tug on his huge cock.

"Runs in the family, Philip!"  Dad chuckled.

"You mean? ..."  I asked, almost breathless.

"Yep, son!  One day, and I can tell from looking at yours, you'll be
just as big, if not bigger!"

I lowered my head, blushing.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, Phil."

"Won't get mad at me?"

"Of course I won't, Phil."

"I'm just curious ..."

"Boys your age are curious about alot of things, son."

I looked at my Dad sheepishly and grinned.

"How big is your cock, Dad?"

"It's called a penis, Philip."

"That sounds so nasty, Dad!  Penis!"

Dad laughed.

"Well, I don't know, Phil.  I've never actually measured it!"

Again I looked at my Dad, coyly but getting more and more bold.  I don't
know what got into me.  I was just intrigued.

"Can we?  ... I mean ..."

"Can we what, Phil?"

"Measure your dick?"

"I suppose so.  Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah!  But if you're getting mad ..."

"I'm not mad at you, Phil.  In fact, you've got me a little curious
myself!"

"I have?"

"Yep!  Hold on a minute."

Dad crossed the room.  As he did so I got to glimpse him from behind.
His ass was full and muscular like two firm melons!  And the cleft, like
the rest of him, swirled with dark hair!

He walked towards a desk at the far corner of the room.  Bending down he
rumaged in a drawer.  Doing so, his ass cheeks spread open revealing his
asshole.

A quirky thought came to my mind.  I wondered what it smelled like!

"Got it!"  Dad said, chuckling.  He turned around and walked back
towards me, his hard cock bobbing up and down.  In his hand was a ruler
which he presented to me.

"You do the honors!"  he said.

Cautiously I took the ruler in my hand and placed it alongside his rigid
cock.

"Well?"  he asked.

I cocked my head to read the measurement.  I looked up at him and
grinned from ear to ear.

"Ten and three quarter inches!"  I gasped.

"Fuck!"  Dad replied.  "I never ..."

"Knew it was that big?"

"Well ... yes!"

"You're hung, Dad!  You gotta big dick!"

"I just never realised!"

"That you have a big dick?"

"Well ... uh ... yeah!"

"And this runs in the family?"

"From what I've seen, yes it does, Phil!  You're Uncle Brian for one
..."

"What about Uncle Brian?"  I asked, shooting my Dad an inquisitive look.

"Well.  He's bigger than I am!"

"No way!"  I gasped.  "Nobody could be that big!"

"I swear, Philip!  He is!"

"And how would you know, Dad?"

Now it was Dad's turn to blush.  He turned his head away to avoid my
glance.

"We fooled around together when we were kids!"  Dad whispered.

"You and Uncle Brian?"

"Yes!  Is that so bad?"

"No!"

"Let's measure you, Philip!  See how you stand up!"

"Okay!"  I said, embarassment brushed aside.

Dad held the ruler against my dick and whistled.

"Seven and one eighth inches!  You're fucking huge for a boy of twelve!"

"Do I measure up, Dad?"

"You sure do, son!  You got a whopper between your legs!"

Dad and I looked at our reflections in the mirror.  Here we were, naked,
his arm on my shoulder, staring at our mirrored images.

"I look just like you, Dad!"

"You sure do, son!  You're my beautiful boy!"

"Only girls and sissies are beautiful, Dad!  And I'm neither!"

"Okay, son!  You're my handsome boy!"  Dad chuckled.

"I'll settle for cute!"  I giggled.

Dad put his arms around me.  I felt this strange warmth and comfort in
his arms.  Looking at our reflection in the mirror, I watched as he
lowered his head and brushed his lips against my cheek.  I turned my
head.  His lips were inches away from mine.

"Kiss me!  Love me!"  I whispered.

He grazed his lips gently over mine and turned me towards him.  Once
more our cocks touched.  Only this time I grasped his dick in my hand
and squeezed.  He moaned and pressed his lips more firmly against mine.

A million thoughts went racing though my head.  A trillion sensations
swept across my body as I shivered and goose bumps emerged.
Insinctively I opened my mouth and welcomed his swirling tongue,

I had never kissed before.  Not like this anyway.  In my mind I thought
this was all wrong but the sensations that were surging through my cock
said otherwise!  I could feel my Dad's dick throb and pulse in my hand
as I stroked his thick, long shaft.  It felt wet and slick as pre-cum
oozed from his pisshole.

"Philip!"  he moaned, as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

"Daddy!"  I groaned, at his kiss, as his hands roamed freely over my
body.  He reached down and stroked my dick which, like his, was seeping
pre-cum.

Was it only two weeks ago that I ejaculated for the very first time?
Discovering that immense pleaure, I masturbated more frequently until my
cock literally hurt from abuse!

Now the sensations were so much different.  So undescribeablly
different.  It was no longer Tommy's hand yanking away at my cock.
Rather this was a hand who knew cock well and how to draw from it every
intense pleasure.

I moaned at my father's touch!  With one hand he was stroking my cock.
With the other he was kneading my ass!  He was making me feel good all
over like I had never felt before!

I was trembling.  My knees were shaking.
I felt as though at any given moment, I would crash to the floor.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Philip!"

"I ... I want to ..."

There were so many things that I felt at that moment and wanted to
verbalize.  If I could only get them out!

"Chris!  Philip!"  Grandma's voice rang out in the distance, "Breakfast
is ready!"

"Fuck!"  I gasped, as reality edged its way back into my mind.

Dad and I broke our kiss, our embrace.  Yet we didn't turn away from
each other with shame or remorse.  Rather, we did so with reluctance, a
moment unfulfilled, a need that was deprived.

"It's okay, son!"  Dad whispered.

"But, Dad!" I moaned with disappointment.

"Just get dressed, Phil, before Grandma marches up here to drag us
downstairs!"

I looked at my clothes heaped on the floor.  The same clothes I had worn
the day before.  I shook my head.

"I don't want to wear those ever again, Dad!"

"It's okay, Phil."  Dad said, softly.  "You just sit tight and I'll get
you something from your room."

"Throw them away, Dad!  I never want to see them again!"

Without a word, Dad knelt down and gathered up my clothes.  I never saw
that particular outfit again.

Chapter Three

May 14, 1996

Yesterday, Dad told me everything.  How he and Mom were having so many
problems.  How she told him again and again that she was going to leave
him.

My tears flowed anew and I only found comfort in my Dad's arms.  Then
came the knock on the door.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions.  Of trying to
understand what my mind couldn't comprehend nor my heart grasp.

Mom's car had been found at the airport.  In it her lifeless body was
found.  She had committed suicide.  A gun was found on the floorboard of
the car.  In here purse were two envelopes.  One was addressed to my
Dad.  The other one for me.

I still have my envelope which I've never read.  Maybe one day I'll be
able to open it and read its contents.  For now I keep it in my dresser
drawer along with the birthday gift my mother gave to me.  The binder is
still empty after four years.

I refused to go to the funeral.  Grandma stayed home with me that day.
I didn't shed a single tear.  To this day I cannot bring myself to visit
my mother's grave.

Chapter Four

June 26, 1996

What's happening to me?  Have I plunged myself into a self desructive
mode?  Am I seeking ways to punish myself over my mother's death?

I'm in my room.  I'm alone.  I crank up my stereo, strip myself naked
and lie on my bed.  I'm lost.  I'm absorbed in the music.  My hand
trails over my body.  It traces my chest.  Passing over my nipple, I
pause and pinch it.  Softly at first.  Then harder and harder.  My body
arches up with the pain that I've inflicted upon myself.  But is it
pain?

My cock stirs and begins to rise.  Is this pain pleasure?  The harder I
pinch, the more my cock jerks itself upward.  My nipple aches, yet my
cock throbs!  What is this pain that gives pleasure?  It hurts but at
the same time arouses me!

I pause, releasing my nipple from my grasp.  In like manner my cock
seems to relax.  I move my hand across my chest to my other nipple and
squeeze it between my fingers rough and hard.  I gasp out loud.  Again
my body flinches and my cock twitches.

I bring both hands to my chest and twist my nipples, tugging at them
with my fngers at the same time.  I'm thrashing about on my bed,
sighing, moaning and heaving.  My cock jerks wildly on its own!  What's
happening to me?  Why is this pain giving me so much pleasure?

With a forceful yank I release my nipples and claw at the sheet beneath
me, entwining it within my fingers  pulling the sheet upward.  At the
same time I can feel my body seemingly to melt into the mattress.  My
breaths are heavy and raspy.

Slowly, I untangle one hand from the sheet and lovingly caress my chest.
I'm almost laughing with the pleasure this pain has given me.

My hand trails lightly, like a feather duster, lower.  My body tingles
with the softness of my touch.  My mind is swimming in the beat of the
music and the thoughts that creep into my head.  The memory of my Dad
and what almost happened between us not too many weeks ago!

I can still feel his hot breath on my flesh.  The gentleness of his
touch.  The warmth of his big cock in my hand!  Yes.  Even the memory of
his full, rounded muscular butt saturated my mind and thoughts as my
hand grasped my cock and it throbbed in my firm clutch.  As I squeezed
my cock I raised my head and looked down as my piss hole oozed clear,
slick fluid.

My hand descended further, down the length of my rigid shaft to my
balls.  My smooth hairless balls.  Would they ever be matted with hair
like my Dad's?  I grabbed the loose skin and in one swift motion yanked
downward.  My back curved as I arched my body upward.  Once more I
discovered pleasure with pain!  I yelped like a wounded puppy.  Why was
I doing this to myself?

With my free hand, I brought it again to my nipple and as I pinched it
hard I tugged at my balls with the other hand!  I screamed out the word
"fuck!"

"Phil!  Philip!"  Dad's voice boomed, frantically, banging on my bedroom
door.

"Dad!"  I called out, as he flung open the door.

"Are you ..."  He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth wide open.  He
gulped and murmered "okay?"

My eyes met his in a steeley gaze.  Here I was buck assed naked on the
bed.  One hand on my nipple, the other on my balls.

"Dad!"  I gasped.  "I'm so fucking horny!  I don't know why.  I just
am!"

"What were you doing, son?  Show me!"  Dad asked, in a strange, raspy
voice.

Mesmerized by the look in his eyes and the sound in his voice, as if in
a trance, I once again grasped my nipple between my fingers and squeezed
as hard as I could.  At the same time I yanked down on my balls.  My
cock strained jerkingly straight up away from my body.

Dad slid his hand down to his crotch and groped himself.

"That's so fucking hot, son!"  he whispered, snatching up the remote to
my stereo and snapping it off.  The only sound now was the heavy
breathing escaping from the both of us.

My eyes were locked onto his.  As I tugged on my nipple and balls, my
voice was hoarce and gutteral.

"Tak off your clothes!  I want to see your big dick again!"

"Philip!"  Dad gasped.

"Please!"  I groaned, in the pleasure of pain I was giving myself.

In an instant, Dad was slipping his t-shirt over his head.  His hairy
chest seemed to ripple with more muscles than I had seen before.

He snapped open the fly of his jeans and tugged them down.  Stepping out
of them he kicked them aside.  His almost eleven inch cock bobbed up and
down and his hairy, low haning balls swayed freely.

"Fuck!"  I gasped.

"You like what you see, Philip?"  Dad whispered, approaching my bed,
stroking his ever growing shaft.

"Yes!"  I responded, in a husky voice.

The next thing I knew, Dad was on the bed crouched between my legs and
the most wonderful sensation I had ever known was coming from between my
legs.  As I looked down, my Dad's head was bobbing up and down on my
cock and a trillion tingles electrified my body.

I couldn't control what happened next.  I surrendered to the feeling of
bliss sweeping over me and gave in.

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