Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2003 21:54:23 +1200
From: Kris F <mag3o99@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Life of Kristian Walker: Part One - Discovering

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This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is meant to
condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The Life of Kristian Walker
Part One - Discovering


The wind swept briskly through the trees. It was a cool autumn morning in
Lukeston, Colorado. The leaves fell softly to the ground, dancing as they
descended.

The Walkers lived in the college town on a large family property that had
been with them for generations. It was a large three-story Victorian style
house, with a white picket fence and a tire swing in the back yard hanging
from the oak tree. High up, mounted in the oak trees branches, was a tree
house. It also was large, and had a ladder descending from a hole in its
floor to the soft grass that lay below. Two windows, one facing the house,
and the other facing the lake at the far end of the Walkers property, could
be seen from the ground. Thin netting however, put in place for that exact
purpose obscured what lay inside the tree house.

Kristian was seated at the south window of his tree house, looking down on
two of his older brothers playing hoops on their make shift court, and his
dad down by the lake playing with their dog Plod. He was old enough that he
could keep his younger brother and sister out, and young enough that his
older brothers had no interest in the tree house anymore. However, for
Kristian, this tree house was his life. It was the only place in the world
where he felt safe, to do whatever he wanted, and be whoever he pleased. At
only 11, he was a smart kid getting A's in all his classes, and exceeding
outside the classroom also.

Standing, Kristian walked over to the wall and dragged a large piece of
flat wood to the hole in the floor, and placed it over top. Then he
returned to the south window over looking the back yard, lifting his
t-shirt up over his head on his way. His nipples went instantly hard as the
chilled air bit at them. Sitting on his beanbag at the window he peered
down at Sebastian and Ryan, who were playing basketball. Kristian rubbed is
hands all over his smooth body. It was very well developed for an 11 year
old, mainly due to soccer, and swimming in the lake during the summer. As
he pinched his left nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger
he cast his eyes on Seb. He was Kristians second oldest brother at 18. He
was wearing a pair of Chicago Bulls b-ball shorts, and his white kicks,
with no shirt on. Sweet was dripping down his ripped tanned body, matting
the patch of chest hair they lay in between his large pecs, and his snail
trail which lead down into his shorts where Kristian could see brothers
large tool bouncing and swaying.  He was wearing boxers again. Kristians
loved it when his brother played in boxers. As Kristian turned his
attention to his third oldest brother Ryan who was 16, his hands turned
their attention to his right nipple, which was begging to be tweaked. Ryan
wasn't as muscular as Seb, but he was still hot by all means. He was tall
and slim, with nice tight muscles, and less body hair, just a snail trial
that protruded out of his shorts. He also had what appeared to be a large
package, but he was wearing briefs so Kristian only had a bulge in his
shorts to look at.

Slowly Kristian raised his hips as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband
of his shorts and briefs, and then slipped them past his tight boy butt. As
they passed over his cock it jumped out slapping his belly. Once they had
reached his knees Kristian let them travel freely down his light blonde
hairy legs and they dropped to his feet. Kristian assumed all the guys in
his family must have rather large tools, as he watched Sebs cock sway
between his thighs, and slowly rubbed his 6-inch dick. He imagined both of
his brothers playing without any clothes on at all; their naked bodies
rubbing up against each other, their muscles glistening in sweat as it
dripped off of their bodies and onto one another's, their large dicks
jumping as they jumped, twisting as they turned. Grabbing a hold of his
dick Kristian started to pump as he had these thoughts about his brothers,
aided by the extremely sexual visual they provided down below. The touching
of each other, the rubbing against each other, the roughness each of them
possessed as they both tried to beat the other. Aided by the cool air and
his mounting sexual tension, Kristians balls tighten up against his body,
and began to stir. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, imaging his
brothers in another scenario. He imagined them not on a court, but in
bed. He thought of Seb mounting Ryan's tight ass and pounding him, the
headboard banging against the wall. Ryan moaning loudly as his brother
reached around jerking his tool, while his balls slapped against Ryan's
balls. There bodies are aching, and tensing as they both approached
orgasm. Leaning back into Seb, Ryan shoots his load all over his hot tight
body. Gobs of cum hit his face, and chest, and dribble down to meet his
cock again.  Seb pushes his brother off his cock, and furiously fists it,
shaking as he sprays his load all over his younger brothers gaping hole,
his juices dribbling out. Then Kristian imagines Seb bending down and
licking at Ryan's hole. Drinking his juices, and Ryan's sweet ass
juice. Then they meet in a kiss. Ryan's cum covered lips, meeting Seb's cum
covered lips and their tongues explore each other's mouths, tasting each
other's cum. Kristian opens his eyes to see a glob of cum shoot straight
past his face. Before he realises, his whole body is shook by an intense
orgasm with the thought of his naked cum covered brothers kissing firmly in
his mind, his cum pumps out spurt after sweet spurt, spraying his face,
chest, belly, and the floor behind him.

Lying there covered in cum, Kristians mind floats between realities. The
adrenalin subsiding and the endorphins kicking in, he lets out a yawn. His
cock slowly deflates between his legs and his balls let themselves out as
far as the cold will let them. He opens his eyes to see his brothers
walking towards the house, Seb laughing with a big grin on his face, Ryan a
sour glare. No surprises there, Seb always wins. He glances down to the
lake, his father has gone, and Plod is curled up in his kennel, the suns
light shimmering off the water as it sets behind the hills on the other
side of the lake. Kristian stands and walks towards a small set of draws in
the opposite corner of the tree house. He opens the bottom draw and pulls
out his cum towel. Instantly the stink of about 6 months of dried cum wafts
up to his nose, as the towel hasn't been washed since Kristian started
wanking last spring. Cum on Kristians body is rubbed off as past loads have
been, and then the towel is chucked back in the drawer which he then
closes.

Dressing quickly, he moves the plank of wood from over the hole and returns
it to its spot against the wall. He then descends the ladder to the ground
below and runs up the back steps into the house. By now it's about 8:00 pm,
so he shoots past the kitchen and up the stairs to his second floor
bedroom. Throwing his clothes onto a pile next to his bed he climbs in
naked and pulls the covers up over his body. Sleep tugging him into
unconsciousness.

Downstairs Kristians mum and dad, were doing the washing up. Beth Walker, a
slender lady stood around 5'10", and had shoulder length blonde hair and
large perky breasts, which was amazing since she had only just turned
40. Her husband was Jeremy Walker was about to turn 41 in a week. He was
6'3" of pure muscular beef, having worked at the local Timber Mill since he
was a teenager. He was what you would call a man's man.  Rough and strong,
he held traditional values, and his arms, legs, chest and butt were covered
in dark course hair, almost fur. He never cursed in front of ladies, and
respected his mother and father, and tried to raise his kids with the same
morals.
 "Jerry darling," Beth said sweetly and she scrubbed a dish, "could you
please go and see if Kristians out of that tree house yet? It almost dark."
 "Sure thing honey." He replied. His loud, hard voice almost made Beth's
seem like a whisper.  Drying his hands, he placed a kiss on his wife's lips
and gave her firm ass cheeks a squeeze with his large powerful hands, then
left out the back door for the tree house.

At the foot of the tree Jerry was about to yell up to Kristian, when he had
a curious thought. His son spent so much time up in that tree, and he
himself hadn't been up there since his oldest boy Curtis, or Curt for
short, had been Kristians age. Slowly and cautiously he climbed the
ladder. It sure wasn't designed for someone of his size, and he found
maneuvering the branches hard with his bulk. But once at the base of the
tree house Jerry reached in and hoisted himself up. Instantly the smell of
cum hit his nose.  There was no mistaking its odor, which every man knows
like the back of his hand.  Glancing around he could see that Kristian was
not present, but he was now curious about the contents of the hut. Looking
through the north window his eyes were level with his and his wife's
bedroom window, and then slightly to the right outside the window was the
twins Lilly and Harleys room. Inside just to the right of the window was a
set of drawers, and to the left stood a box and small cabinet attached to
the wall. Swinging around to look out the southern window his eyes passed
over a large plank of wood and a beanbag. In the corner to the left of the
southern window stood a small desk and chair with some papers scattered
over it. His mind running away with him, and his curiosity stronger than
ever he lifted himself into the tree house. Jerry had to kneel or he'd hit
his head on the roof. Crawling towards the set of drawers he opened the top
drawer. Inside Jerry saw staring back at him a spider-man comic, which is
all very natural for an 11 year old. Opening the second draw down he found
some pens and felt tips markers as well as some loose sheets of paper. But
there was also a tub of Vaseline in the drawer, which struck Jerry as
odd. Closing that drawer and then opening the third drawer Jerry stopped
dead.

"What the fuck!" he said aloud. In the drawer were a towel, which reeked of
cum, and several pairs of briefs and socks. The strong stench coming from
the drawer made him slightly light headed, but also very aroused. For the
first time it occurred to him that his boys were turning into men, if not
already so, and that they obviously jerked off. The sight and smell before
him proof of that. Lifting the towel from the drawer Jerry placed is
against his nose and took a deep whiff. It was intoxicating smelling his
own sons cum towel, and it made him so horny. His cock, which was nestled
in his track pants, gave a stir from the smell, coming to life almost
instantly. Putting the towel down Jerry had a look at the other contents of
the drawers. He found a couple of pairs of boxers, some briefs, jockstraps,
soccer shorts, and some socks. They were all smelly, all unwashed, and all
too big to belong to a boy. He recognized a pair of red briefs to be his
own, and in the waistband of the soccer shorts he saw the initials M.K. His
dick was rising quickly, thinking of his son with his dirty underwear.
Glancing to the left Jerry looked inside the box. It was filled with porno
magazines, and tapes, and had a couple of large dildos, and a fake vagina
inside. Jerry's jaw dropped at the sight. His heart pounding and his 11"
cock as hard as the wood at his knees he opened the cabinet. Inside was a
pair of binoculars. They looked to be quite expensive, and also familiar.
He remembered them as the binoculars he used when he worked out in the
forests for the Timer Mill when he was younger. Over to the desk he crawled
in a hurry, his eyes glancing at the drawings that Kristian has done of
people, male and female alike, naked, together, in various stages of
undress and in different positions. His dick almost popped at the site of
them, as so many dirty thoughts raced through his mind about his own flesh
and blood son.

His hand gave in and latched onto his prick through the cotton, his eyes
wandering around the tree hut and out the window. His gaze fell upon his
wife, Beth in their bedroom undressing for bed.  Such a beautiful women,
and then Jerry felt guilty. That he could have thoughts like that about his
own son. How it not only betrayed him, but his wife. However his cock, and
his hormones disagreed as he watched his wife remove her bra, her large
breasts falling from their prison. Jerry glanced once more around the tree
house, and then as if winning against his perversion descended to the
ground. His cock still as hard as a rock and jutting out from his body in
his track pants, he raced into the house and past the kitchen up the stairs
to his room. However Seb was in the kitchen sitting on the counter having a
glass of milk and saw his dad stroll past oblivious to his presence. He
blinked in disbelief as he saw his dads mammoth tool erect in his pants as
he rushed past. In his room in the blink of an eye, Jerry was at the foot
of the bed his wife under the covers reading a book.

"Is Kristian inside honey?" she asked not lifting her gaze.

"Yeah." Was all Jerry said as he walked around to his wife, lifting his
singlet over his head. Beth turned to be met with the site of Jerry's huge
cock under its cotton confines.  She licked her lips and placed the book on
the bedside table. A huge grin spread across Jerry's masculine face, as his
wife tugged at the drawstring to his pants, causing them to fall to the
floor. His 11" cock twitched as she rubbed her hands over his hairy belly
around to his ass mounds squeezing them and the soft down of hair on the
cheeks. Jerry threw the covers off of his wife, and straddled her. His big
hands cupped her tits and then slid all the way down her firm body, hooking
his thumb under her panties he pulled them from her tight, wet pussy down
her legs. Inching up her body he spat into the crevice between her breasts
and squeezed them around his cut cock. Slowly he began to hump his wife
tits, his cock head popping out the top to meet her tongue and then
retracting back into her cleavage. He humped her tits faster and the
friction caused heat, which made his big hairy balls drop and drag up and
down her abdomen with his humps. Letting go of his wife breasts he slipped
down her body positioning his cock at the entrance to her cunt. By now she
was a waterfall, her juices trickling onto his meat. In one swift slow
motion he slid into her mound their lips meeting in a kiss at the top.
Then he started to fuck his wife, who was no longer pained from the size of
his tool, after having been married for 22 years. It actually felt
wonderful, him fucking her roughly, she got off on it, and the size of his
cock meant it rubbed against her clit with each thrust. After 15 minutes of
solid pounding, three orgasms from Beth, and two changes of position Jerry
felt his huge nuts start to tighten and tingle beneath him. Holding on his
wife's hips as he fucked her doggy style he sped up his attack at her
pussy. Reaching around and playing with her tits he past the point of now
return, all with the image of his young son in his mind. He bucked and
shook as his dick released gush after gush of hot sticky semen, which
filled her to capacity and then oozed out of her lips and down her thighs.
Pulling out of her, he bent down and ate out her hot pussy licking up his
juices and her juices alike, bringing her to her fourth wonderful orgasm of
the night as he teased her clit with his tongue.  Turning she sucked
Jerry's cock into her mouth, and worked it like a lollipop. Kissing up its
thick shaft, and flicking her tongue over his huge mushroom shaped head,
then sucking one ball into her mouth at a time until his entire cock was
clean and glistening with spit.

Outside the door to their bedroom stood Sebastian, who was jerking his 9"
uncut cock in the darkness of the hallway. The sounds of his mother and
father fucking like animals brought him to a powerful orgasm, as he reached
out his hand to stop his load from re- decorating the walls. He has never
tasted cum before, not even his own. But with his warm load in a puddle in
his palm, and the image of his dads massive member in his mind he raised
his pool to his mouth, and lapped it up. It was quite salty and made him
grimace at first, but then it subsided and tasted sweet. He licked at his
cum filled palm again, swallowing his load, and then sucked each cum
covered digit of his jerk off hand into his mouth, till it was all gone,
then walked back into his room closing the door behind him...


If you liked what you read I would love to hear your opinions, and also
some ideas of adventures Kristian could undertake at some later stage. You
can write me at mag3o99@hotmail.com