Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2021 13:35:42 +0000 From: Max Hirschfeld Subject: Sammy Slutski's Slutty Summer #1 Sammy Slutski's Slutty Summer by Max Hirschfeld Chapter 1: How Sammy Lost His Virginity Author's note: This is a story about a gay trans boy, so if that's not your thing the door's over there. Happy to take suggestions for story ideas for this little aspiring fantasy fucktoy. I have certain kinks and taboos I'm into and others I'm not, so I'll pick and choose. Let me know your thoughts, fellow perverts! I lost my virginity kind of by accident. To my dad. Oops. My family's always been pretty close, and since it's just guys we've never been shy around one another. I'm grateful for a lot of things about my dad and my two older brothers, but one of the biggest ones is that I've always been one of the guys too them. See, I'm a trans guy. Pretty much from the moment I... had any concept of gender? I had plenty of great women in my life, and didn't mind doing things like playing with dolls and baking, but I was always just one of the boys. I was rarely confused as a girl, even my teachers were dumbfounded when it came to my school files and gendered bathrooms. When I told my dad, he was basically like, "Yeah, you think?" We went to a nice clinic in the city that told me and dad everything we needed to know and got me right where I needed to be by thirteen. Slim, chest flat and smooth, hair in all the right places, and muscly legs--which means a big, hot, muscly butt. It wasn't long after my thirteenth birthday that it happened. So like I said, affectionate and not shy. My dad and I both like taking a nap in the afternoon on tiring days, we have so much energy afterwards, and since I was a kid we would always just cuddle up together in his big, comfy bed. I love sinking down into that bed's creamy sheets with my dad's arms around me. And dad always slept naked and, even after he told me I didn't have to, so did I. I didn't like wearing clothes in bed any more than I liked wearing clothes outside bed. I'm the biggest nudist in the household! I noticed it a few times ever since I got older. Dad would be snoring just slightly, and he'd grunt and turn over in his sleep. Something big and heavy would hit me, but it wasn't his arms. I'd seen my dad naked plenty and I'd paid attention in sexual health class, I knew exactly what it was, and what was happening. Never bugged me, I'd seen a boner or two in my life. Had my version of them quite a few times. But then at the start of summer break I was on my brother's computer--Simon, middle brother, the pervert of the family. Anything I didn't learn from sexual health class I learned from Simon. I don't know how he knew half the things he knew. At almost sixteen there's no way he could've done them all. Dad calls him "sexually precocious." I think dad's scared of how many marriages Simon will ruin once he gets his license. Anyways, I was on Simon's computer doing some searches and this really hot video came up of this young twink who put his big bear of a partner's rock hard cock between his legs and just started... riding it. No penetration, but he made the other guy cum all over his thighs. So I rubbed one out right there in Simon's computer chair. Made a mess. And then I started thinking about it. That's where it all went downhill. So a couple of days later after we were out doing the lawn dad and I both take a shower and end up starfished out on both sides of dad's bed. Once we cooled down I crawl over and wriggle between his arms dad spoons me, chuckling softly, half asleep. I know, thirteen might be a little old to cuddle up to your dad for a nap, but it's just the way we are. That's what my mom would always say to her parents when they couldn't get me to put on a stitch. That's just the way he is. Maybe an hour's gone by and I'm dozing, dad's big right arm over my waist, his left wrapped around us underneath the pillows. I feel so warm and happy and, yeah, a little turned on, that's what happens when you're cuddled up naked in bed with someone, when I feel something poking the back of my left thigh. He humps a couple times as he settles in, pretty sure it's just out of reflex at something feeling good, he's pretty out. Then I think: my left thigh. Thigh. I roll him a little backward, dad murmurs as he shifts, and I lift my right leg, scooching around until I feel it press on the inside of my left thigh. Holy shit. It feels so big. And why does it resting on my thigh feel so sexy? I'm just seeing what it feels like, like in the video. See if it feels as sexy pressed between both thighs. That's all I'll do. Yeah right. So my dad's cock's between my thighs, and I start panting from how turned on I am. The hormone blockers do plenty but they don't stop how wet I get down there. And from the way we're positioned and the way dad's cock bends up I'm, like, getting my... you know, wet on my dad's cock. And it's so sexy. I'm barely thinking that I should probably stop doing something so "sexually precocious" with my own father, but then he pushes forward slightly. The tip of his cock hits the head of my engorged clit, and I almost cum right then. Then he pulls back and does it again. I let him do that for a bit. He's murmuring in his sleep as he humps between my thighs, poking at my junk accidentally as he goes, and I realize he's not fully conscious of what he's doing. Like, he definitely knows what he's doing, but he definitely isn't conscious of the exact configuration of what he's doing. Dad's judgement-free when it comes to sex, but there are lines... He pulls me close, big arms wrapped around me, strong but gentle, and I look down and see he's fucking between my thighs, the tip of his cockhead pressed against my boy pussy lips, pushing my big clit up a little. I shudder and realize if I shift down just slightly... I shouldn't. But obviously I do. I wriggle down and pull back slightly, dad shudders a little as I move with the soft friction of my skin on his cock. I look down as my movement pushes his cockhead out from my junk slightly and he's dripping precum... and maybe a little of my stuff. I lift my leg just a little, line it up as he pulls back, and then press down with my thigh as he pushes forward. Holy fuck. I almost scream as I cum from my dad's cock pushing into me, filling me, practically splitting me in two. He's a big guy, and that translates to his hard cock, thick, especially where his foreskin pulls back and the shaft thickens out a bit. My body starts to convulse impaled on him. I've had quite a few orgasms on my own, but my toes are curling and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I clap my hand over my own mouth to stop from moaning loud enough to wake up any napping neighbours. Then he pulls out and pushes back in, grunting in pleasure. And then he does it again and I realize he'll keep going. I'm sweating I'm so turned on as he continues to push into me, not forceful but kind of like when dogs hump in the park. I find it hard (no pun intended) to believe he's still asleep the way he's going, and then I hear him murmur himself awake, grunting as he continues to pound into me. "Mmm... that's... wha--... Sam?" He presses in just as he sits up in surprise, I feel his thick cock stretch me open as he twists around inside of me. He's still... in me, but sort of sat up behind me, propping himself up with a muscly arm. "Sam?!" he asks in shock, he realizes what's happening and his face looks horrified; I can tell most of all because he's afraid he's hurting me, just like when he beamed me in the face with a frisbee last month. I can't help myself, I unclasped my hands from my mouth, lift them off, and involuntarily let out the most unambiguous moan of my life and, pleading, gasping: "Daddy?" Later, some of the many times I jerk off to the memory, I imagine myself from his point of view. Twisting around in his arms, a boy in such ecstasy he's literally drooling, face flushed, dirty-blond hair mussed, pale skin just slightly sunburnt, sexy summer freckles sprouting on my nose and shoulders, eyes half-closed, the lewdest expression on my face, smooth teen body pressed between his hairy arms, him glancing down the length of my naked body suddenly not just in "cuddling my son" innocence. His eyes widen even further as he realizes what is really happening. He lowers himself slowly, his hard cock twisting back inside of me. We sit completely still for a minute, I'm panting for breath because I'm so mind-blowingly turned on. I let out a little whimper and moan again, pleading, "Dad?" "This is fucked," I hear him groan in his deep, soothing voice. He starts to pull out and I almost cry, but then he presses back in. And he keeps going. It could only be a minute or so later that a second wave of orgasm starts to hit me, or maybe a third, my body just keeps them coming as my dad stretches my boy bits, rippling out from my junk like the feeling of a perfect hot bath. I start really moaning into the pillow and he whispers into my ear, "You cumming, baby?" I nod my head, that's all I can manage as I press myself down on him as hard as I can. He pulls back, out of me, and says, "Me too." And then he cums all over my thighs. Just like in the video. "I can't believe--" he's panting for breath, and shaking a bit, he pulls his thick cock from between my legs and my thighs miss having his shaft pressed between them. "We just... You okay, baby-boo?" I start giggling out of control, and roll over, making sure the sheet doesn't get in the puddle between my thighs. Mostly dad's cum, but I contributed a bit as well. "You're going to need to do laundry tonight." He gives me the angriest grin I'd ever seen. "I should make you do it, you little... You really--we actually..." "Dad," I say, grinning up at him sleepily, almost closing my eyes, that warm bath feeling still washing over my body, "I loved it. I can see why everyone's obsessed with sex." He runs his hand through his hair and falls back, catching his breath. He rolls over to me, gives me the chastest kiss on the forehead, then rolls out of bed the other way. I love that image of my dad post-fuck, naked and walking around the bed to his bathroom. He's classic movie star handsome, manly, chiselled good looks and high cheekbones, but with pretty eyelashes and gorgeous green eyes. He has a bit of scruff that afternoon, which is a major turn on. He's tall and beefy, broad-shouldered, he's gotten the nickname "the Gentle Giant" at a couple of his workplaces for a reason. He's furry, but not, like, thick and all over, just in the right places; his arms, legs, a bit of a fuzzy, beefy ass, his muscular thighs and calves. He has a thick but well manicured bush, and a treasure trail that climbs up to the forest on his chest. And his cock... even softening it hangs at four inches over two low hanging, gorgeous balls, which he keeps shaved, and when he's hard... I learned he's a girthy eight... His dick swings back and forth, dripping, glistening in the afternoon light through the big bay windows, his cum and my wet. I have the sudden urge to run my tongue through his chest hair and bite his nipples... One thing at a time, Sammy. You just lost your virginity to your father. Just like swimming, take a breather. Just before stepping into the bathroom door, he turns around, locks eyes with me, and points a finger at me. Not accusing, just showing he's serious. "You're okay? You don't need to go to... uh... a doctor?" I roll my eyes, "I'm fine dad. I've never felt this good. And no... no doctors, that can't happen." He seems to sag with relief, but then lifts his finger again, "Give me some time to think, but we'll talk about this before you go to bed tonight. Experimenting is normal and you're not in trouble, but this isn't exactly--" He can't even finish his own sentence. "We'll talk about this tonight," he turns to the bathroom but then spins around again, looking apologetic. "Don't worry about making a mess, baby-boo. I need to do laundry tonight anyways. You rest as long as you want and clean up a bit." "Okay dad," I smile up at him, blinking slowly through the pleasure that's still washing over me, "thanks." He gives me a nervous smile and steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I hear a sigh but then he hops back in the shower for the second time today. I wish I was in there with him. But like hell I'm going to rest and clean up. I jump out of bed and feel the jizz run down my thighs as I do my best to walk normally to Simon's room. I am limping a bit from how tender and electric everything feels down there, I guess that can actually happen, not just a thing in dirty stories. Simon's door is open, which means he isn't doing anything particularly filthy at the moment. I jump a little inside the door and stand there, my arms and legs wide. He glances up with an expectant look on his face. Simon lays back on his bed, just a pair of running shorts on that don't leave a lot to the imagination. I hear the chime of Grindr go off. It's a big enough suburb that everyone doesn't know everyone, but small enough there are a ton of guys nearby, and Simon can't get enough of them; gay, bi, "straight", single, married, younger, older. He told me adults always say, "You look so young." He put he's nineteen on his profile, but then always tells them he's actually eighteen when he shows up, that turns them on but makes them feel better. There are some guys who are okay if they think you're eighteen. There are some guys who are okay if you tell them you're eighteen but they think you're sixteen. Then there are all the other guys. He has a really, painfully hot boyfriend at school, sure, but his boyfriend wants to wait until marriage, and Simon said that's just fine. He can wait. So Simon's a weirdo. Like, sexually precocious, yeah. But he has this whole code. He loves these thick theory books that not even dad understands. It's like reading science fiction to him, he says. You don't believe everything you read, but you pick ideas about the future up here and there. You may have thought, "Well Simon sounds like just the kind of filthy pervert in a clearly filthy pervert house that would ravish this young boy the second he realized he could." But he's always had a whole thing about justice and fairness, even when we were kids. He admitted without a second when I asked him about it, that he wouldn't hesitate to fuck me raw, he finds it an extremely hot idea, but he doesn't feel like my first few times should be with family members, that's a weird power dynamic. He has no idea. So he's lying back on his bed, nose in a book, big dark brown eyes glancing up, a mop of dark brown hair tied back in a short ponytail. Simon and Steve took after mom, dark hair, dark eyes, a little bit darker skin. Dad and I are the pasty, freckled blond ones. He gives me a quizzical look. "What are you looking so smug for?" I gesture down at the pearly liquid flowing down my knees. He sits up, trying to understand, but he catches on quick. "What the-- Who?! There's, like, four people in this house." "Yeah, Steve's at work, you and I are here and..." Simon looks confused, and then the biggest grin rises like the sun on his face, as if he's never experienced anything so wonderful in his entire life. Like I said, Simon's a weirdo. But we are related. He jumps up and crouches down in front of my crotch at eye level, but he's more interested in the cum dripping down my legs. He's seen my junk almost every day of his life, we shared a room at our old house and, like I said, we were never shy. We played "show me mine I'll show me yours" after I played it with my best friend Usman at a sleepover. Simon admitted later he always wanted to get a closer look at what's between my legs but, like I said, he has a weird code about forcing himself on his younger brother. Apparently I don't feel too similar about my family members. I quickly tell him what happened, even though dad wouldn't like that Simon knew, and my older brother says I'm the luckiest son of a bitch he's ever met. "I've tried, damnit. He got weird about hugging for a bit." He reaches a finger to some of the cum running down the inside of my left knee and scoops up the oozing gob. He studies it in front of his eye, closing his left. He's so distracted he doesn't notice the way his touch made me shiver. And then he pops the blob of dad's cum into his mouth. "Oh my god," I say. I'm not surprised but I'm still shocked. "Just some little brothers. Tasty." I huff at him, "You're gross." "Uh, you're the one standing in my doorway covered in dad's jizz." He glances down at the phone still in his hand, another notification from some college guy a couple of miles away. God, when it comes to sex he's so easily distracted. "You should have some more." He glances up at me from where he's crouched and reaches the same finger out and eats some more of our dad's cum from off me. "More." Simon loves dares, if he has weakness that's it. He only uses his finger, but he begins to clean dad's mess off my legs, shooting me annoyed looks or glancing down at his phone occasionally. Soon his finger is accidentally brushing across my tender, just fucked boy pussy. He notices I'm writhing in pleasure this time. "And I thought I was the freak," he says before plopping a little more of dad's cum in his mouth. "There's still more," I purr at him, reaching down and pulling myself open a little, the creampie dripping off my junk and onto his floor. "I'm not a virgin anymore, remember?" "Yeah, I said the first few times shouldn't be with your family members. You raped dad and then came here to your brother..." "Sloppy seconds?" He scoffs, then reaches two fingers up and presses them into me, deep. I gasp, my knees buckle, and I practically collapse over him. Without warning he pushes the two fingers up to the knuckle. The tenderness and the kind of slightly empty stretched feeling that felt so good has me right back on the edge. But to my annoyance he pulls his fingers out, cleans them off with his tongue and says, "I'm full." Then he stands, flops back onto his bed and starts answering more messages, ignoring me, leaving me with the biggest trans boy blue balls I could possibly imagine. * I'm really happy that dad acts completely normal the rest of the day. Steve brings Thai back after work and we all flop on the TV room couches and watch a dumb action movie while we eat. I don't bother putting anything on, it would be weirder if I did, and dad even lets me cuddle up to him during the movie like normal, as if nothing were different. When we finish up the movie and I say I'm exhausted--really I just want to go rub one out before bed... after what happened early, my family's lucky I wasn't doing it while we ate! Dad grabs my hand as jock-boy Steve and weird Simon clean up the plates. Steve has a "date" with his girlfriend, which means they're going to fuck in the park. Simon's probably... going to rub one out too, if I'm being honest, or else sneak out to fuck some other dad. "I'll be in to talk in a bit," dad says, the same calm but stern tone in his voice. I nod, and go upstairs to brush my teeth and wash my face. I climb into bed and grab a cute, gay, sci-fi teen romance I bought on our last trip into the city. I really hope the author describes the sex a little, I ship the main couple so hard. After about twenty minutes I hear dad say "have fun" to Steve. At the top of the stairs he walks right by Simon's door, we all know better than to check in no matter what Simon's doing in there with the door closed. He steps into my room and closes the door, just leaving it open a crack. He sits on my bed and ruffles my hair. "I guess you are that age." "Oh my god, dad," I can't roll my eyes hard enough, "You don't need to give me the talk." "Yeah, I gathered that," he throws back at me, a wry smile on his face. "Like I said, experimentation is normal..." "Dad..." "But we're related, and you always need permission first, even if that's just a nod or a kiss." Well, now I'm thinking about kissing my dad. That doesn't help any. I start to get even wetter. "And we're related, Sam," he repeats, trying to press home the point. "And you're too young for men my age. You know I would do anything to make sure you have a good experience with guys around your age, I'll drive you anywhere, I'll chaperone--" I want to ask if he'd watch "--as long as you're safe." Well, now I'm thinking about kissing my dad with another guy my age blowing him. He shakes his head, "You and your brothers. Too grown up for your own good. Was it those pamphlets we left out? They were just supposed to tell you a little bit about biology and STIs." I can tell he's joking. I want to ask him... what if I want to do it again? But I don't want to freak him out or have him put his foot down and say no for good. My dad's a guy, and if my brother's and I took after him at all... "Just... make sure your first few times are with someone special, Sam. Sex doesn't seem as... big a thing once you've done it a few times, but I remember..." He smiles to himself. Well now I want to know. He bends down and kisses me on the forehead. Soft and loving, like always. "This doesn't change anything between us, like I said, experimentation is normal, I probably just should've put on some undies." I throw the blanket off and we both glance down at my fingers between my legs as I stroke my clit. "I didn't mind." He stares maybe a little longer than he should, but instead of leaning down to eat me out like I want he just shoots me a disapproving look and shakes his head as he stands up to leave. "Love you, baby-boo," he says from the door. "Love you dad." And then, with the door open, I finger-fuck myself harder than I ever have in my entire life, trying to fill myself up as good as dad did. He stops and watches, but just for a minute.