Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2010 19:06:49 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures

This story was inspired by yaoi publications I've seen in recent weeks; the
small paragraphs, each with a very vivid picture, paint a truly wonderful,
breathtaking picture. This story is not a copy of the stories in those
publications, but there are some slight similarities; in short, its an
abstract inspiration.

A big thank you to the Archivist, my readers, those who send me emails
(even if I don't always reply, which I am sorry for), you all make me feel
special, which is quite important to me. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

Adventures

Chapter 1: A Surprise

Andy Martin lay on his bed, rubbing his 2 inch long erect penis, as he
watched two beautiful lesbians make love in a schoolgirl-schoolteacher
setting on his laptop. He loved how sexy the women were, green with envy at
their beauty. He himself was a feminine boy, though he sounded and acted
straight, but he knew he'd never look as sexy at those women, and it
haunted him, as much the porn turned him on.

He was just changing over to his latest obsession; hentai porn,
specifically yaoi (male on male) and futanari/yuri (transsexual), when his
mother called, in that voice of hers that said, without saying it,
''now''. He sighed, turned off his browser and went downstairs to see what
she was yelling about.

She was sitting with his father at the dinner table, and Andy nearly
moaned, for he knew it was going to be another of his parents' infamous
''parent-son'' talks. He sat down across the table from them, waiting, a
show of patience on his features although he resented these talks.

''Andy,'' his mother, Christine, began, ''this is going to sound odd,
but......we're sending you off to.....a friend of mine. To live with him.''

Andy was struck dumb. This was not what he had expected, and he sought to
formulate a theory, stammering, ''Are you getting a divorce?''

They looked surprised by this, and his father, Brad, said with a note of
amusement in his voice, ''No, Andy, we're not.''

They smiled little half smiles, leaving Andy quite creeped out. ''Then why
do I have to go live with this friend?'' Andy said, with outrage in his
voice.

''Because we're sick of you pining and crying that you're lonely,''
Christine said, making Andy's jaw drop, smiling a kinky smile as she added,
''and its about time you went out and had your first ''taste'' of cock.''

He thought the first bit had been shocking. The second bit had blown his
world. He couldn't believe his mother could say such a thing, insinuate
such a thing, although he knew himself that he definately leaned (and that
was understating it; he didn't watch female porn without wishing he was a
sexy female so he could seduce men, and the only thing on his mind when
watching transsexual or gay porn was quite obvious) towards that side of
sexuality.

Frankly.....her bold words had given him a rush; his cock was stiff, and
his cheeks flushed.

Brad, obviously amused by his wife's words and his son's distress, added,
''It'll be good for you, sweetie,'' Andy's rush becoming quite larger at
''sweetie'', something his father had never called him before, listening
close, while not believing this was happening, as his father went on, ''you
need to get a guy for yourself, and explore a little.''

Andy was far, far too turned on by his parents' words for his liking, but
tried to keep some pride; ''I'm not gay,'' he protested, hearing an odd
note in his own voice.

His parents laughed, and his mother said, amusement making her eyes
sparkle, ''Honey, we've seen the porn on your computer.  We've even heard
you moan of guys' names in your sleep.''

Andy was on the verge of cumming, and he couldn't figure out why. His
parents had spied on him, had heard him moan out the names of the guys in
his (wet) dreams and were now sending him off to a guy, for his ''first
''taste'' of cock''. He was humiliated to his core.

Exhilirated to his core. This was so fucking hot.....

His mother was continuing; ''We're not mad, or anything, frankly it was
some great porn. Me and your dad enjoyed it. Very much,'' she purred,
smiling at Brad in a reminiscent way, as Andy's mouth continued to gulp at
air liked a stunned goldfish. The memories were obviously quite something,
for Christine, with one wicked smile sent Andy's way, leaned into his
father and kissed him, her full lips on his.

''Oh my God.....,'' he gasped under his breath as he watched his parents'
tongues met, outside their mouths, curling over and onto each other,
tasting each others' lips. His father had reached out a hand to stroke his
mother's voluptuous breasts, and the angle of one of his mother's arms
suggested she was stroking his father under the table.

He came, and did what he always did when he came; he squealed a high
pitched, girlish squeal. His parents broke their kiss, looking startled,
but then his mother smiled a wicked smile, and purred, in a voice that
aroused Andy more than it, maybe, should have, ''Oh sweetie, I didn't know
you were so girly. So I guess that sissy porn we found was one of your
favourites.....''

Andy felt so humiliated at that moment.  They had found his sissy
porn.....ever since he had found it, he had been dreaming of becoming a
sissy.....had even worn some of his mother's clothes, and found the
experience to be so amazing.

''Don't be ashamed, sweetie, everyone has their own thing,'' Christine
purred, only adding to his oddly arousing embarrassment. He looked at them,
seeing amused interest on his mother's face, an odd look on his father's,
realising with reddening cheeks that his mother's arm was still angled in
that suggestive way towards his father.

''You'll be going tomorrow, to Tony's house. You'll be living with him for
as long as he wants you, Andy, so you better behave when you're there,''
his mother cautioned him, a stern look on her face, ''I don't want you
insulting my lovers.''

Andy had been about to assure her, however odd it may be, that he'd be good
for this friend of hers, until she said ''lover''.  His mouth gaped
open. ''Your.....lover?'' Andy stuttered, looking from his father to his
mother.

''Yes, I have many lovers, Andy, and so does your father,'' she said in a
reasonable voice, that just didn't make sense in this context, Andy
would've thought. ''We like to experience all sides of sex, and I'm pretty
sure we have,'' she finished with a wicked smile at Brad, who smiled back
at her.

''O.....k.....,'' Andy slowly said. His whole world had just been turned
upside down.  They must not have had sex here very often; Andy was quite
anti-social, so was at his house everyday. He suddenly looked at his mother
differently; she was stunning, a sexy, Mistress-like quality to her face,
graceful limbs, long, sexy legs she was always showing off in skirts and
mini dresses, and two incredibly big breasts, considering her slender
physique. Her ass and hips had always seemed to defied logic, incredibly
wide compared to her waist. He caught himself wondering what her pussy was
like, and blushed even redder (if that was remotely possible at this
junction). His father......he didn't need to look at him differently, for
he had been thinking of him for years as a man rather than his parent; a
handsome, rugged square face, muscles that popped out of his tight shirts,
always wearing sleeveless T-shirts that left Andy hard with arousal, as he
got to look at his beautiful biceps.  His father went to a gym quite a few
times a week, so Andy knew he would be the dominant if they were lovers; he
had never seen himself as anything other than submissive, so that excited
him to no end.

He had to rouse himself from his thoughts, as his father asked, with some
anxiety, ''Andy, is this ok with you? I'm afraid its going to have to
happen even if it isn't, but I'd like you to be ok with this......''

Andy had to concentrate hard on his father's words; he always did, always
had to struggle to keep the fantasies he had had about his father from his
mind when in his presence, else he had to run off to the bathroom quickly
to ''compose'' himself.

Was he ok with this? It was a huge surprise.....but it was exciting, he was
excited about it. This man, one of his mother's lovers, no less, was taking
him in, and would be taking his virginity......Christ, how could anyone
fail to be aroused by it?

''I'm.....ok with it,'' he said, trembling a little as he was overcome with
emotion, his eyes averted from them, needing to explain himself, for
reasons not immediately clear, ''I always wanted to get out there, and find
a nice......guy'', still blushing at saying it, despite their talk, ''but I
worried about what you guys would think about me......being gay......'',
finally looking up at them to find a sympathetic look on his parents'
faces.

''Honey, we are sorry, we know you're still young, but....,'' his mother
began in an understanding voice that made him feel slightly better, ''we've
just experienced so much, me and your dad.....we wanted you to get your
turn.  I mean, by your age, I had already had three different guys'', she
concluded with a wicked smile at Andy, who was shocked. He was sixteen; by
sixteen, she had had three different guys?!

God, how arousing was that?

''Wow......,'' Andy finally said, his mind quite blown at this stage, ''I
didn't know you guys were so......adventurous.''

''Well, we are,'' his mother said, a note of disapproval in her voice,
''sex doesn't have to stop, just because you're parents, does it?''

''I guess not,'' Andy said, properly ashamed, ''I find it kinda......cool,
that you're still like that.''

One of his mother's eyebrows arched, making her look even more
Mistress-like, as she purred, ''You only find it......cool?''

Her high heel rubbed up against his crotch under the table. He moaned,
reaching a hand down to his mother's leg, as if to stop it, but she only
continued to rub him. It felt so.....good....it was the first time anyone
had ever rubbed his cock, apart from himself.....he rubbed his hand over
his mother's smooth calf, his parted lips drawing in shuddering breaths as
he looked, flushed, at his mother, who was smiling the sexiest, wicked
smile he had ever seen.

''Ok, honey, I think he gets it,'' his father said with a chuckle, no
jealousy or disgust in his voice at all; God, they were really impressing
Andy right now. His mother put on a delicious pout, and lowered her foot,
disappointingly to Andy. ''Aren't you going over to Jim's, Christy?'', Brad
asked her.

''Uhuh,'' Christine replied, a smile of anticipation on her face, adding as
she grabbed her coat and headed to the door, with another wicked smile that
set Andy's cock throbbing, ''You two have......fun'', going out the door
then.

''Fun''......Andy turned to his father, his lips parted as he hoped, but
didn't truly believe.

His father was smiling a wide, predatory smile at him.  He got up and went
over to the sitting room, sitting down on the couch in front of the TV, and
smiled at Andy, who had risen, almost hypnotized by the thought that his
father was going to have ''fun'' with him this night.

''Honey, I left a little something for you up on my bed,'' he said, in a
deep, husky voice that actually made Andy moan softly, adding, ''there's a
DVD under it, as well, bring that down when you're done putting on your
present.''

Andy walked out, under a spell by his father's words......''after you're
done putting on your present''......

Chapter 2: Transformation

He nearly ran upstairs into his parents' bedroom, stopping in the doorway
as he saw a most delightful, arousing sight.

Items, of a pure sexual nature, were stacked, neatly, on top of one
another. On top, a tube of pink lip gloss, and mascara. He blushed,
recognoising the lip gloss as one of them items he had often taken from his
mother's room. Underneath this, there was a pair of white stockings, with
little black bows on the back of the hems. He had never found where his
mother kept her stockings, so this was quite a happy surprise (and that was
understating it; he loved how sexy stockings were). A pair of pink boyshort
panties were also there; this was almost proving too much for Andy, as he
imagined how the tight fabric would feel against his ass cheeks (or as they
were called in the sissy porn he liked to watch, ''pussy'' cheeks, which he
personally preferred). Below that.....was the frame that finished the
masterpiece of femininity; a pink, flat cupped babydoll, most of the silky
material was so thin it was practically see through, with a slit below
where the woman's breasts should be, to show off the stomach of the wearer.

Andy nearly ripped off his clothes, throwing it to one side
disdainfully. He slowly put on the panties, with trembling hands; the sexy
fabric rubbed the smooth insides of his legs, the ass of the panties
slipping between his pussy cheeks sensually, rubbing the tenderness that
was his pussy.  He felt, with his hands, how they came across both cheeks
at an angle, not entirely covering them, blushing as he imagined his father
admiring that.

Next, the stockings; they rubbed his legs the whole way up, the hems
settling around his legs about halfway up his thighs. He looked down,
smiling in surprised glee that the skin of his thigh that was left naked
looked quite feminine; slim, shiny (he kept his legs shaved, though hair
grew very slowly on both his legs, and he loved to use the lotion his
mother used on his body) and shapely. He was feeling increasingly horny for
his father, so he hurried onto his next piece of clothing.

The babydoll......the panties had been wonderful, the stockings so
intensely sensual, but the babydoll......the shoulder straps, slim
weak-looking things that they were, felt feminine enough against his
shoulders. But then came the fabric of the front of it; it stuck to his
smooth skin, and it stung his tender nipples so arousingly, making them
pert and poke through the fabric. His belly had that feminine, oval O to
it, and there was none of that pudgy skin around his waist, above the
panties, that men often have; all in all, he was very pleased and aroused
by how feminine the clothes made him look. He refrained from looking in the
full length mirror by the master bathroom door, instead moving past it to
go inside the bathroom, with the make up his father had left for him,
looking carefully in the make up mirror of the small cupboard above the
sink in the room to apply first the lip gloss, a slender coat of it, then
more carefully (he had never used it before, but had seen it used on videos
on his computer), he applied the mascara. He blushed as he looked in the
small mirror, seeing his face, neck and shoulders; he looked like a
girl......he had round cheeks, with high cheekbones (probably from his
mother's side), arched eyebrows that were naturally quite slim, though Andy
liked to slim them himself, every now and again. He had wide lips, that
really looked dazzling in the lip gloss. The black mascara made his bright
blue eyes all the more striking, and gave him that ''mysterious look'', as
he called it, that women get when wearing mascara or black eyeshadow. His
brown, shoulder length hair looked quite feminine also, and had an auburn
sheen to it; another legacy of using his mother's shower products.

He went back to the bedroom, hoping and praying his body looked as feminine
in the mirror as his own sight had confirmed.

He gasped as he looked at someone he hardly knew. He now blessed that he
was quite feminine; he had a graceful face, feminine shoulders, long, slim
arms with only a woman's proportion of muscle on them, his chest that was
uncovered by the babydoll was without fault. He had breasts, he realised
with a delighted and embarrassed smile; they were ever so slightly pointed,
his breasts, very much like the budding breasts on a young girl about to
experience puberty. They pushed at the breasts of the babydoll, Andy
feeling glad the babydoll was cupless, as it simply made his breasts more
accessible, more noticeable. His stomach had that oval O of muscle he had
noticed earlier, but even more pleasing to him, there was a slight, sexy
curve to his hips and sides, a very feminine feature. His legs, which would
have looked good because of the stockings, looking amazing.....longer than
he would've hoped, more shapely and sexier than he'd've hoped. He was kinda
glad he wasn't wearing high heels; he had never gotten a chance to practise
walking in them, as he didn't want to make a racket when his parents were
in the house. He was about to finish his ogling of himself, when he
realised he had forgotten a key aspect; his pussy. He turned to the side,
and his eyes grew wide, as his smile grew wider, with a note of disbelief
in it, as he noticed the large swells that were his pussy cheeks. He
reached his hands around his sides to touch them; the skin was soft, but
the cheeks were tight, offering resistance upon hard rubbing.

He stopped rubbing himself, and looked into the mirror, incredulous; how?
How did he look that sexy? True.....he treated himself like a girl, adopted
girlish practises in the hope that someday he'd get a man (keeping his
eyebrows slim, keeping hairless, using girly products, even using stool
softener and enemas, even though he had never had a man inside him), but he
had never believed he had the balls (ironically) to take the first step in
becoming the feminine treasure he always wanted to be for some big, well
endowed hunk of a man.......his efforts to remain ''sexy'' (there was quite
a lot of self hate in Andy; he had been suffering depression for over a
year now, self hate and shame being the main muses for his depression, so
he had never truly believed that he could look anywhere near as sexy as
those beautiful women he looked at on his computer) had a note of
desperation about it.......

His parents were making it happen, he realised with a leap of his heart; he
wanted to pay them back for it. So, he set his mind on being sexy for his
father, the man of his dreams. He almost walked out of the bedroom, before
remembering the DVD his father had asked for; he found it near the pillows,
not where the clothes had been at all, though he normally would've noticed
a DVD just lying there. He had obviously been too obsessed with the
clothing, he realised with a blush and a girlish giggle. He picked it up, a
plain DVD, in an unmarked case.....he guessed he'd have to wait to see what
it was.

He walked out of the room, his mind going over previous fantasies of his
father, now completely unresisted by his guilty mind.

Chapter 3: Initiation

He stepped down the stairs slowly, anticipation growing, loving the soft
padding noises his stockinged feet made on the carpet covered stair
steps. The babydoll and panties rubbed his body all the way, and he was
hard as he had ever been when he walked back into the sitting room.

He gasped. His father had stripped off his tight T-shirt, and Andy could
see the gleaming muscles of his torso. He had one hand down his pants,
obviously rubbing himself, as he looked at the porn that Andy had saved on
his laptop. When did he go upstairs? Andy thought to himself, realising
that he must have been very absorbed with feminizing himself to have not
heard his father going upstairs.

His father heard his gasp, and closed Andy's laptop, laying it on an
armchair beside the couch, looking over the side of the couch at Andy, with
a wicked grin on his face. ''Hmm, well don't you look delicious,
princess?''

Andy was blushing his way to a stroke, he felt, but he whispered, ''Thank
you, Daddy,'' hearing his girlish tone on the word ''Daddy'' and
blushing. He never called his father ''Daddy''......except in his dreams,
when he wasn't calling him Brad, that was.

Brad smiled wider at ''Daddy'', and purred, ''You can call me Brad,
honey. Unless you'd rather call me Daddy, of course.....'', his eyes
watching Andy's for his response.

Andy couldn't believe himself when he said, ''I think I like calling
you......Daddy, Daddy,'' smiling a nervous smile at his father.

''Hmm, you naughty little thing,'' his father purred, shaking his head as
Andy's cheeks continued to gain colour. ''Come over here, sexy, and put in
that DVD.''

Andy came as if on a leash, noticing how his father watched his hips and
pussy, deliberately trying to make them sway. He may as well act the part,
he realised, as this was his night as a girl. Instead of crouching to put
in the DVD, he got on hands and knees, making sure his pussy was arched up
into the air, imagining how his father was enjoying this, because Andy was
loving it. He put it in and rose slowly, turning to Brad, who smiled at
Andy, and opened his arms. Andy stepped forward, suddenly short of breath,
realising this would be the moment that began a night of sex with his
father. He stepped forward into his father's embrace, and Brad turned him
on, and sat him down on his lap, kissing the back of Andy's neck softly,
making the young boy moan softly, as he felt his father's hands start to
rub his sides and stomach through his babydoll, the sheer fabric exciting
his skin.

''I wish we had feminized you sooner, honey, you look very, very sexy.''
Brad whispered into his ear as his father kissed and licked his
earlobe. ''Don't forget to watch the movie, sweetness,'' his father
reminded him, and Andy fixed his gaze on the TV, as his father ceased his
kissing of him, but continued to gently rub him.

Pictures started to form, and pictures can say a thousand words, so the
saying goes. The pictures on the TV sparked off a thousand fantasies,
nevermind a thousand words.

It was a huge black man, easily 6'3'', and at least 240 pounds of muscle
bulging from his not absurdly thick frame. There seemed to be no fat on him
at all, only rock hard muscle, the size of him dwarfing even his fit
father. Oh my God, Andy thought as he finally caught a glimpse of the man's
cock.

It had to be 12 1/2, 13 inches long, and about 6 inches thick. Andy's mouth
fell open. It looked like a rather long can of soda, and considering the
strength of the man behind it, it could easily fuck a woman to death, he
imagined.

Then an almost scared looking young boy, dressed beautifully in a pink,
thigh length chemise and adorable make up, walked up to him. The man pulled
him close, for a kiss that crushed the boy's feminized body against the
bigger man, and Andy could see the black man's hands digging into the pussy
cheeks of the small boy. The young boy panted and moaned as they broke
apart, while the man grinned, a wolfish, lustful grin. He released the
boy's pussy and went over to sit on a bed, a rather grand looking bed, his
legs opened, and he beckoned the boy in such a way that it left no doubt
that the man expected his cock to be sucked by him. Andy watched at the boy
walked to him; the young boy was so sexy, beautiful legs completely naked
under the bottom of his chemise, walking gracefully, if a little
distractedly by the black man, in a pair of shimmering high heels. He had
long, brown hair that reached his shoulder blades, not totally unlike
Andy's, and the hair fell around his face and onto the man's cock as he put
his head there. The camera changed so Andy could see the fear, and the
hunger, in the boy's face as he contemplated blowing this mammoth of a
cock. The way the camera angle was changing, Andy could see it was various
different cameras set up inside the room, rather than a cameraman, and the
best angles were used at different times.

The black man was enjoying the boy's indecision, and took his neck in his
hands, slowly bringing the boy's lips to the tip of his cock. The boy
moaned, but didn't resist, instead kissing it over and over. ''That's
right, sexy, lick that cock. Don't you love it, the taste of it, the
size?'' the black man said in a deep, almost hypnotic voice that had Andy's
cock throbbing in his panties. The boy nodded, obviously under the man's
spell now, and the man pressed home his advantage, ''Do you know what that
makes you? That makes you my bitch, girl,'' he purred as he stroked his
hair, the boy now licking his cock like a dog. ''What are you, girl?'', he
said as he pulled the boy head back from his cock a few inches, holding him
there, even though the boy obviously wanted more.  Indeed, he attempted to
struggle to get his mouth to it, but the man's grip held him firmly.

''Your bitch, Master,'' the boy said in a shuddering voice, ''your cock
sucking bitch, Master.''

''That you are,'' he said with a grin, leaning down to whisper, loud enough
that the camera caught it, ''now you're mine.''

The boy nodded, and Master released his head. The boy's mouth flew to
Master's cock, and started to take inches of it in.

Andy came with a squeal, wetting his panties. The movie stopped there, the
last image of it, the young boy totally submissive to Master as he sucked
his cock, frozen on the screen.

''Glad you enjoyed it, honey,'' Brad whispered into his ear, ''do you know
who that man was?''

''No, Daddy,'' he whispered back, his eyes still glued on the dreamy look
on the boy's face as he sucked his Master's cock.

''That's your mother's friend, Tony. Master Tony, he's known, as he's the
owner of the best whorehouse in America.''

Andy came again at this, squealing even louder at that news, his small
penis going limp, but oozing cum.

His father lifted him, and turned him, laying Andy's knees down on either
side of his legs. His hands curled slowly around his hips to rub at his
pussy cheeks, while his son moaned and whimpered in his hands, barely
managing to whimper, ''Whorehouse, Daddy? Am I going to be.......''

''No, no sweetness,'' his father quickly said, ''you're to be Tony's
pleasure boy.''

Oh my God, Andy could only think, for his father gently pulls Andy's neck
down, and Andy kisses his father, in what is his first kiss. His lips
dominated Andy's, and Brad's hands started rubbing down once more to his
pussy, rubbing the cheeks, spreading them and playing with his panties. He
moaned into the kiss, leaving an opening for Brad to slip his tongue into,
and Andy felt the hotness of Brad's open mouth, and the wet pressure of his
tongue. Brad moved his lips from Andy's and moved his head down to kiss his
son's neck, while Andy held onto Brad's shoulders, moaning and
whimpering. Andy felt Brad suck on his neck for a few moments, before his
lips continued their downward descent, kissing his bare chest. Andy stared
into his eyes as Brad's head came back up, his father's hands gliding up
Andy's back to the shoulder straps of his babydoll, lowering them around
Andy's shoulders and baring his nipples. Brad's lips found Andy's again for
another steamy kiss, while Brad slowly brings his hands between their
bodies and rubs at Andy's nipples.

Andy tensed hard, as his pert nipples tingle and pulse in his father's wide
hands. He couldn't believe how good the simple sounding act of stroking his
nipples could be, but it was heavenly. Andy pushed his chest against his
father's hands as he archs, feeling his limp penis begin to stiffen once
more to the pleasure emanating from his nipples.  His father's tongue
leaves Andy's mouth and he draws back, just watching Andy as he strokes his
nipples. Andy kept his eyes closed, not able to open them; it felt as if
the pleasure that was his father stroking his, obviously tender, nipples
paralysed his body.

Eventually, he stopped, his hands slowly rubbing Andy's sides, as he
whispered, ''Wow, honey, you're a tender little thing.''

Andy blushed, and leaned forward to kiss his father once more, softly, over
and over, rubbing his neck and the muscles of his shoulders. His father
responded, smiling warmly, each time, but eventually gripped Andy's hips
and lifted the boy off of him. Andy moaned in displeasure, but Brad set
Andy down, on his knees, between his legs. Brad sat back, his arms on the
armrests, obviously waiting to see if his boy would seek his cock for
himself.

He did. Andy reached, with trembling hands, for the fly of his father's
pants, unzipping them. His father reached a hand down, and pulled out his
cock, smiling as he laid his arm back on the armrest, watching his
son. Andy had started breathing shallowly, and gasped upon seeing his
father's naked cock.

9 inches long, of pure manliness, maybe 3 inchs thick. The head was
bulbous, and Andy could see precum coating the slit on the tip of his
father's cock.

He leaned his head forward, feeling his father's hands gently rub his neck,
as he put his lips to it. He drew back, a string of translucent precum
connecting his glossy lips to his father's cock. He leaned forward again,
and now kissed the head of it, all over, using first just the tip of his
tongue to taste him, then as the taste began to dominate his mouth, he used
his full tongue on it, hungrily licking his father.

''Oh, princess, that feels great......,'' his father moaned, and Andy felt
pride rising, though it was at least a little overshadowed by lust.  He
brought his hands up, and wrapped them around the bottom of his father's
cock, rubbing slowly as he parted his lips and let Brad's meaty cock into
his mouth, moaning at the same time as Brad as he does so.  The taste was
overpowering, numbing his senses. As he took in inches of it, he could
smell the musky scent of his father's cock and pubic hair.  He licked the
underside of it as it glided over his tongue, moaning around it, as his
father groaned and purred soft, encouraging words, stroking his hair. Andy
could only manage about 5 inches of it before the urge to gag came to him,
but he licked and sucked that 5 inches like there was no tomorrow. He
started rubbing more vigourously at his father's cock, hearing his father's
moans of pleasure go deeper. His father's hands took his neck and gripped
him, moaning, ''Oh Andy, your mouth is so fucking hot.....,'' moments
before he cried out and tensed, his cock exploding in Andy's mouth.

Andy had wanted his cum, but it still took him by surprise. He felt cum
drip down his chin and down his father's cock onto his hands, but he tried
to hold the rest. God, it was so hot, so creamy and sticky.....he moved his
tongue around in his mouth, licking both cum and his father's cock, letting
it trickle freely down his throat, feeling it coat everything it touched
with the essence of his hunk father. He started deep throating quickly,
back and forth, his lips rubbing against Brad's cock hard as he could
manage, while his tongue pleasured it.

Brad came twice more in Andy's mouth, and both times Andy was only too glad
to take it all in. Upon the last climax of his father, he came himself,
into his panties, from the sheer pleasure that he got from making his
father moan, and the incredible taste and presence of his huge cock in his
mouth. He drew back, almost dazed from the blowjob he had given, looking up
at his father, who was looking down at him fondly, stroking his hair and
rubbing his neck.

''That was great, Andy,'' his father said in a husky voice, ''you give a
great blowjob.''

Andy blushed and whispered, ''Thank you, Daddy.''

Brad stroked his feminized son's hair for a few more moments, then purred,
''Well, I could do with a shower, honey. Care to join me?''

Andy nearly fainted at the mention of a shower with his muscular, virile
Daddy, and nodded hastily, as if fearing a slow answer would receive a
negative answer. Brad smiled a knowing smile, and stood up, taking Andy by
the hand and pulling him up. He beckoned Andy forward, purring with a
wicked grin, ''Ladies first,'' and Andy blushed prettily, walking in front
of his father, feeling his father place his wide hands on his pussy cheeks,
nearly engulfing them as he rubbed and stroked them. Andy could only moan
and whimper, as he led the way up the stairs.


End of Part 1