Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2023 14:04:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 9 of A Heart Big Enough A Heart Big Enough By Jeremy Reynolds (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults may discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. Any resemblances to real places or people, organizations etc, is entirely coincidental and is used fictionally. If interested, I have other stories, "A Mother's Infinite Love" in the lesbian incest category (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/lesbian/incest/a-mothers-infinite-love), "A Shared Heart" under the bisexual incest category (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/a-shared-heart), and another story under the gay incest category called "Caught under the sink." (I'm not as proud of my work on that last one, since I was such a beginner, but here it is, if interested: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/caught-under-the-sink.) I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of gay incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There is also some "piss play" in it, especially toward the end. There are five main characters in this story: -Kyle and Daniel, adult brothers -Caleb (9 years old), Kyle's son -Jesse and Nathan ("Nate") (both 11 years old), Daniel's twin boys The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. The chapters tend to grow longer as the story goes on. I'll post the shorter ones together sometimes. Chapter 9: Jesse We were down to the last couple days of Caleb and Uncle Kyle's three week visit to San Michelle. Apparently they were saying that they had had such a great time with us that they would be returning only a couple weeks after going home, and they were even talking about possibly moving here before the end of the summer, though Uncle Kyle had to make some arrangements at work first. I had mixed feelings about the idea of them coming back so soon, and especially of them moving here. I liked them well enough, but I'll admit that two things bothered me at this point: first, that Caleb and Nate were like glue now, always following each other around everywhere and backing up each other's ideas about what we should do next, and all that kind of thing. It was pretty annoying. And yes, I knew they liked each other, more than cousins probably should. But that aspect of the situation didn't bother me so much. I mean, who am I to say anything? That brings me to my second point: although I liked Uncle Kyle a lot, he was eating up almost all of Dad's time and attention. That left him less of those two things to devote to me. It didn't matter that he also wasn't paying attention to Nate, cause Nate had Caleb. I, meanwhile, didn't have anyone! Of course, I also had a major crush on Dad. So there was that too. I felt ... yes, I felt jealous of Kyle, that he was becoming so close to the man who I desired so intensely, more and more. That all changed, however, when Dad made good on his promise that one night and asked me if I wanted to go hang out with him on Saturday afternoon, just the two of us, and that we could do anything I'd like to do. My uncle and cousin would be leaving on Monday morning. I suggested we go on a hike on a trail that I had heard a lot about called Ignacio Falls. It involved going up a series of old stairs at one point and at another pulling yourself up using a rope, which sounded a little freaky I'll admit. Normally I was kind of risk-averse, but I knew a kid who had done this hike and he wasn't hardly in shape at all, and he said there was an awesome waterfall at the end and so it was totally worth it. Dad agreed with the plan, so after lunch that day we got ready and headed out, just the two of us. Uncle Kyle and Nate and Caleb would have a game night. As we drove to the falls, we talked about how our last few weeks had gone for the most part, and then we shifted to another topic that was a bit more of a charged one: "So, seems like Caleb and your brother have really hit it off," Dad said. I laughed and said, "Yeah, you can say that again!" He seemed to be weighing whether to ask me about something. Finally he said, "Hey, have they ... well, never mind." That piqued my curiosity. I said, "What? Have they what?" "Well, I've wondered if ... they, um, like each other, maybe? Like, as in they have crushes on each other, or something ..." "Oh yeah, they do," I answered immediately. "Nate told me he's bi, or maybe gay, and he also told me he thought Caleb was cute." "I suspected that, about him being bi, or gay ..." Dad remarked. He added, a moment later, "What about you, Jesse? Do you think Caleb's cute, too?" "Umm ... yeah, he's okay ..." I said. I added softly, glancing over at Dad first, "I'm pretty sure I'm gay, myself ..." "Is that so? That's cool," Dad commented quickly. A few seconds later he said, "I guess I haven't told you guys outright before, but I'm gay too. I don't have a lot of ... experience in this area. It's kind of something I'm honestly still trying to make sense of ..." Hearing him say that he was also gay ... That was so comforting to my pre-teen ears. Wow! I had wondered if he was gay, for various reasons over the last several months, but I hadn't known for sure until just now. I felt almost like spilling all "the beans" on him right then, telling him that I was not only gay but that I had major hots for him. How would he respond to that? He wouldn't be "into" it, obviously, since I'm his son, and a kid, but would he respond with kindness and understanding? Or at least try to understand where I was coming from? I decided to bury the question and to not bring anything else up about that, right now. I wanted to just enjoy our time together. I wanted to enjoy the feeling I got whenever he and I met eyes, those famous butterflies in the stomach. We got to Ignacio Falls trail and began hiking. Surprisingly, we didn't see anyone parked where we were, and we also didn't pass anyone going either way. I thought that was weird since this was supposed to be a really popular hike. I quickly put the thought out of my mind, though, and focused on the path. It cut through lots of tropical or semi-tropical trees, though there were a few pines here and there. The ground was somewhat damp and soft but not muddy. It was pretty hot and humid, and after just a little while both of us were sweating. We talked as we went, and the subject rapidly turn back again to crushes ... "So, Jesse, do you have any crushes? Guys you like?" Dad asked from where he hiked ahead of me. I wanted to say, "You," but instead said, "Uh, yeah, there's one guy who's really cute, and nice." "What's he like?" "He's ... tall, handsome, and really muscular," I said, feeling those butterflies again in my stomach since I was actually describing him, my dad. "He has blonde hair and blue eyes. Did I mention he has an amazing chest and butt?" I chuckled. "Ah yeah, the butt," Dad said. "I like a good butt myself." As he said this, I stared up at his, admiring its toned curves. We hiked a bit more and then I asked, "So Dad, you said earlier that you didn't have a lot of 'experience,' being gay or whatever ... Have you ever, um, been with a guy?" He didn't answer for several seconds, and I wondered if he had heard me. Then he finally did, saying, "Well, I have ... but it was a long time ago, when I was a little older than you are, actually. And we didn't ever 'go all the way,' you know. But yeah, I have ..." "Wow, I had no idea!" "Yeah, that was a long time ago though ..." "So if you knew you were gay," I started to ask, "why did you marry Mom?" He stopped for a moment and turned to look at me, and said, "It's complicated. I did love her, your mom, in a way ... I was also maybe, uh, trying to hide who I was, from myself, if that makes sense." "Why did you want to do that? Hide who you were?" I asked. "Because ... At the time I didn't know it was okay to be gay," he answered, as he and I continued to make our way down the path. "I didn't know that it was something I couldn't help, and couldn't change. I didn't realize that I couldn't change who I loved, out of pure willpower. I guess I thought I could do that, by marrying your mom. But I couldn't ... Sometimes you just love who you love and nothing in the world can change that." Now this, this was resonating with me ... I didn't wake up one day and ask to be gay, or to love my dad, in the way I did. I had tried in the past to pretend like I didn't love him, but that was a lie. I couldn't help that I loved him, either. Could he understand that somehow? We walked on until we finally reached it, the waterfall! It was so tall and actually pretty wide, wider than I had imagined. It splashed loudly against some rocks below and then its water spread out into a small blue and green pond. There was a sign there, its stick lodged deeply in some sand near the edge, that read: "No diving allowed." "This is so cool," Dad said, taking his phone out to take some pictures. He went around and took shots of it at different angles. He took some of the pool as well and the side of the cliff from which the water actually fell. It was green and black and mossy looking. I saw that there was an opening behind the waterfall, almost like a mini cave, though one of its sides was blocked only by the falling water. There was some water there as well, under the indent in the cliff behind the waterfall's bottom. Just as I was about to ask if he wanted to take a dip, we heard a loud, booming noise above us--it was thunder! Dad and I both looked up and saw that the sky had grown very dark, black almost in certain parts, and it was strewn with heavy rain clouds. "Oh no!" Dad said, his eyes wide. "It's a storm!" He turned toward me and said, "That's why there's no one here. Damn! I should have checked the radar. The weather app said there was a 20% chance of rain. Maybe that was the chance of a storm though ..." He looked perplexed. I was about to answer when I felt a drop of rain on my face. Then another, and another. It was beginning to come down more and more quickly! "Dad!" I said, my hands outstretched. "It's starting to rain!" "Come on, let's go behind the waterfall!" he replied. We both dashed over to the cave and got under the rock behind the waterfall. The sound of the crashing water filled our ears, more so at first, and it had a little echo of some kind trailing it continuously. It was dry under the cliff, however, especially the further you got away from the water. The part of the pool on this side was relatively still, though I could tell it was moving a little, churning around with the force of the water coming down from above. Someone had brought a grubby looking couch in here. It wasn't falling apart, thankfully, though it looked kind of dirty and was probably damp. We went over to go sit on it and found it fairly comfortable, all things considered. Outside, the storm raged, thunder ripping through the air, lightning flashing every minute or two, and rain drops pounding on the rocks and the ground around them, and into the pool on the other side. "Wow, this is nuts!" I said, turning to Dad. "That's a big storm!" "Yeah it is," he said. He looked into my face and added, "I'm sorry, bud! I really messed up. I should have looked more closely." "It's okay, Dad," I said. "We all make mistakes." I smiled at him, eliciting a smile from him in return. "I wish I could see the radar right now, but I'm not getting reception anymore," he said, looking down at his phone helplessly. We sat there for some time, waiting for the storm to end and talking periodically, mostly making comments about the weather ... About an hour or so later, the thunder died down and the lightning disappeared. The rain, however, continued, coming down fairly steadily though there would be moments where it would let up a little bit. Another hour or two passed like this. We tried, during that time, to entertain ourselves by playing little games like "20 questions" and "I Spy," and we also broke into the bags of chips we had brought as snacks. We also had some trail mix which we ate up greedily, and drank everything down with water from our Camelbak tubes. At last, Dad looked at his phone and said, "I don't know if this is going to let up in time for us to go to the car. It will take us at least two hours." He looked up at me. "Jesse, we might have to stay here the night." I felt a couple different things that seemed to conflict with one another: first, it would kind of suck staying here overnight. Who knew what weird bugs or animals would be around here, or how comfortable we could make whatever sleeping arrangements we came up with. However, it also meant spending time, the whole night, with him, the man I loved ... It might be worth it. Another about forty minutes passed, most likely, before we heard the rain finally dying down a lot. It did still come down, but not as insistently as it had before. It also seemed hotter now, more humid, though it was growing darker out, growing closer to sunset. "We probably have about another hour before sunset," Dad said. "How about we take a dip?" He gestured toward the water in front of us, which looked so cool and refreshing right now. "Sure! Good way to cool off!" I said. I grew excited at the thought of seeing him in his suit again. "Cool, I put the travel towel in my pack and our suits in yours," Dad pointed out. He began unzipping his bag, searching for the expandable, super absorbent and fast-drying towel we used camping. He produced it in moments. I meanwhile took my bag, unzipped it, put my hand in and began feeling for the suits ... but I came up empty ... Dammit, no seeing his amazing chest tonight! "Dad, which bag did you put the suits in?" I asked, suddenly realizing what might have happened. "Did you put them in my old bag by accident?" He brought his hand to his mouth and gasped. He said, "Oh no! Your yellow one? Yes, I'm sorry! I forgot you had a new one!" "Dang, so no suits!" I felt like I could almost cry. He looked over at the water, biting his lip, then back at me. He said, "How, um, comfortable are you with nudity these days? I mean, we could go in without our clothes on. That way we'd avoid getting our briefs wet ..." What ... ? Oh boy ... Wow! I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Was he really inviting us to skinny dip? To just undress and let it all hang out in front of each other? Wow! I could hardly process all this. I fumbled with my reply, because although I felt so, so excited, I also began feeling a bit nervous too, I'll confess. I said, "Oh, uh, yeah, Dad, of course I'd be cool with that, totally." He chuckled and said, "Good. That water looks so refreshing." He took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, revealing that tight, muscular chest of his. I did the same, with my shirt. We tossed them onto his pack to avoid having them lying on the ground. He and I bent forward to remove our boots and socks. Then he stood up and I followed his example, and he unbuttoned his shorts while I did the same. At last, we both pushed our briefs down from our hips and let them drop at our feet, where we kicked them off. So there we were, both of us completely naked, standing in front of each other in this strange, private place. I looked over him from top to bottom, admiring every inch of his body. His cock was ... huge! It dangled there, mostly flaccid but looking like it might be growing chubbier by the second. Like me and my brother, he was circumcised. His cock's head was kind of bulbous, his hardening shaft thick and wide, and his balls ... they were big and heavy. He had hair over parts of him, but it looked like he trimmed. I noticed that he looked down at me in return, his blue eyes lingering over my own penis which was now fully erect and sticking up, pointing at him. I had a few hairs now and had grown a lot bigger lately overall, but my balls had grown the most. They hung there looking huge compared to the rest of me. I had also just started producing semen, or cum as they call it. There was a glob of the weird stuff glistening on my tip. "You, uh, ready?" Dad asked, his hands on his hips. "Uh huh," I said, swallowing hard. He nodded and then turned around. I watched as he descended into the water, just a little at a time. His butt ... looked so good. Good enough to eat. How did he get it to look so tight and hard but so round and bulbous at the same time? I stared, mesmerized, at that long dark crack as it finally descended into the water. He turned around and said, "The water is nice. Not too cold--perfect, actually." I nodded and made my way over to the pool. I slowly entered, aware that Dad was watching me the whole time. I felt like I was performing almost, a private little show all for him, for Daddy. I was in the water now up to my chest. I dunked myself in so that was now soaked from head to feet. Dad did the same. "Feels great, huh?" he asked. "Wish we had some soap." "Yeah, same!" He looked nervous then, as nervous (and perhaps excited?) as I no doubt felt. He said, very softly, "I see you've grown a lot, down there ..." I nodded and said, after swallowing hard, "Yup, puberty." I laughed and added, "Thank goodness my voice hasn't become all awkward yet!" He chuckled, grew quiet again, and said, "You are growing up to be such a handsome young man, Jesse, a good man too. I'm so proud of you." Aww, that made me blush. "Thanks, Dad." I suddenly felt something bold wakening in me. I said, "You're also so handsome, Dad ..." We stared at each other for a few moments, soft smiles on each of our faces. Then I swallowed hard again and added, "Dad ... So this is weird, but ... I kind of, uh, have a crush on you." Oh no! As soon as I said it I felt like such an idiot! I was breaking every rule not only about how you should behave toward your dad, but also how you should behave toward your crush! You weren't supposed to tell them! Ugh! I felt like dunking my head or hiding under a rock. He, meanwhile, nodded slowly and with a half-smiled. He asked, "A crush, huh? Are you, um, being serious?" His eyes seemed to be exploring mine. I wanted to say no, that I was just kidding ... but something compelled me to say, "Yes. Dad, I have ... feelings for you. I love you, more than a son should probably love his dad." He took all this in, his face kind of blank now. Then he asked, "Feelings, like, romantic feelings? Or ... sexual feelings?" He appeared to be trying to really understand what I meant. I appreciated that since this was such a crazy topic. "Yes, Dad. I have both ... I dream about us, together, being ... boyfriends or something, and us having ... sex ..." I explained slowly, measuring my words the best I could given the circumstances. "You're, um, the man of my dreams." He nodded, pausing again, and then asked, "How long have you felt this way about me?" "I don't know, Dad," I answered, truthfully. "It seems like it's been a long time though ..." "That's pretty, um, interesting, Jesse," he said. He seemed to be thinking something through, and perhaps wanted some additional clarity. He suddenly looked up at me, kind of biting his lip a little, and then asked, "Would you like to touch me?" What? Was my dad, the man I loved, the hottest man around, inviting me to touch him? Oh wow. Oh boy, oh boy! I could hardly comprehend all this. How should I ... respond to something like that? "Um, yes ... Dad," I said, stumbling over myself, feeling like all this must be a dream. I heard myself ask, "How do you, um ... want to be touched? He waded through the water until we were right in front of each other. Then he reached down and took one of my hands, my left one, and pulled it in toward his chest. He slid my palm and fingers over those hard pecs of his, over his big nipples and then over the six pack on his stomach. I stared in awe. "You have such a ... nice body, Dad," I said, practically stammering again. I looked up into his beautiful eyes and added, "I, uh ... I want to touch more of it." "Thank you," he said, smiling down at me. "And you may ..." He then guided my hand to his side, then to the small of his back. He stepped forward a little more and then pulled my palm down lower, onto first one of his butt cheeks, then the other. Those cheeks were as hard and tight as I had imagined them to be, yet somehow they were also simultaneously soft and bouncy in certain places. He moved me toward his crack, and I felt inside that middle space with the tips of my fingers. As I touched his butt, I felt what could only have been the head of his long, hard cock pushing against my stomach just below my belly button. I could also feel his huge balls. They were laying on top of me, on top of my erect penis. "Is this all okay, son?" he asked, gazing down at me. "I, um, don't know what's getting into me right now ... But somehow this all feels so right, and natural, like it's something we should have done long ago ..." He wore such a look of sincerity. "I feel that too, Dad," I said, as he slid my hand toward his hip. "It's a ... weird thing, but I think it's a good thing, maybe ..." Then he was sliding me down his front, over the top of his thigh and lower and lower ... until I could feel him with my fingers, right at the root of his cock where his shaft met with the rest of his body. He guided my hand over the top of his penis, and I curled my fingers around it and found that it was so large around that my fingertips couldn't meet on the other side. "You feel how hard I am?" he asked. His lips remained slightly parted, and he seemed to be breathing a bit more heavily. "Yeah, Dad ... You're so hard," I said. "I'm hard too ..." He took his free hand and slid it around and then down my chest and stomach, his palm and fingers grazing my pecs, nipples, belly button. He brushed over himself also, and my fingers around him, and then continued to descend until I could feel him touching me, first on and around my cock's head, then down my shaft. He held me then as I held him, but his fingers went easily around me. We stood there for a few moments, holding each other, smiles across both our faces. Then he asked, "Do you ever masturbate?" I blushed for a second, and then said, "Yeah, I do ... a lot more these days ... I actually think about you a lot, when I do." He squeezed my penis a couple times, and massaged it in his fist. Then he began to pull on my skin, gently at first but with greater force as we went. It felt weird, someone else jerking me off, but it was also so pleasurable and the thought of what he was doing to me was such a turn on. I decided to reciprocate, tugging his skin, and I began to stroke him more rhythmically as we went. "Ohhhhh," he whispered in a half moan a few moments later, his eyes locked onto mine. "That feels good, Jesse ..." "I feel good too, Dad," I said, in my own half-moan but without whispering. I looked up into his beautiful face and in those bright, almost glowing blue eyes. I felt increasingly lost in the moment ... He must have been lost also, because he bent his face over toward mine and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't just any kiss either--it was a slow, deep and juicy lover's kiss, complete with open mouth and darting tongue. I reciprocated, and we kissed more and more deeply, each of us moaning at times, all the while continuing to pleasure each other. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from mine and moaned very loudly and in a drawn-out way, and it almost sounded like a cry at first, or like he may yell. I felt his cock's skin moving below my fingers and I could feel him pumping strings of his cum out onto my stomach, just below the surface of the water. That put me over the edge. I began pumping cum out of my own, down onto his thigh beneath the water. Dad let go of my still hard penis, and I let go of his, and we both came in for a close embrace. I felt his cock sliding up my stomach as mine slid down against his leg. I had my head resting against his chest, and he had one of his hands on my back and the other on the back of my head as if he were trying to pull me in even closer. We passed a few minutes like that. I could tell that below the water our penises were deflating. As we pulled away from each other, I felt his plop down heavily. Mine did the same. "Whew, that was ... something," he said, staring down at me. He still held my back but had let go of my head. "It was magical, Dad," I whispered, no doubt beaming up at him. I was more in love with him now than I'd ever been. "I love you," I said. His expression changed then, hearing that. Instead of the almost intoxicated daze he had worn, now he looked ... ashamed, or maybe even guilty. He let go of me and stepped back a foot or two. He said slowly, "I'm, uh, so sorry, Jesse. I don't know what got into me ... I shouldn't have done that." "No, Dad!" I said quickly. "What? You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted it. I wanted you. I want you!" "Yeah, but ..." he started. "I'm the adult here, and I'm your father ... Dads can't be doing this with their sons ..." "That's not true, Dad," I said, feeling something in my chest then that I would later be able to identify as heartbreak. "Didn't you say that when you love someone you can't do anything about it? Well, I love you, Dad. I can't help it!" I stepped toward him and was about to put my hands around his sides, but he backed up. "We, um, shouldn't be doing this," he said. "Let's, um, dry ourselves and get dressed again. We can talk about this another time, probably ..." He looked over at the towel he had placed on a rock at the water's edge. My eyes had welled up as we spoke, and now tears streamed down my face. I also felt myself beginning to choke up. I put my hands up to my face and covered both of my eyes. I heard him getting up out of the water. A moment later he said, "I know, it's hard, son. But it's for the best. I'm so sorry ..." I opened my eyes and looked over at him and saw that he was drying himself off with the towel. Once he had sufficiently handled the task, he balled the towel up in his fist and held it out toward me. Below, his flaccid penis dangled there between his thighs. Once I came over and took the towel, he turned around and began dressing again in his hiking clothes. I dried myself off and did the same, continuing to cry intermittently all the time. It was beginning to grow really dark in the cave behind the fall. We sat there next to each other on the couch, not saying much to each other as it grew darker and darker. He had a flashlight with him, so we took turns holding it. We retrieved the trail mix from his bag and ate it by the handful. We did talk a little bit, from time to time, but not about what had happened. Finally we decided to try to get some sleep. He suggested sleeping head to feet on the couch, and I agreed with the plan. It took me a long, long time to fall asleep. I did so with a tear flowing down my cheek.