Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 13:56:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Butt Pa Chapter One

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in
my fevered imagination. This story features sex between a
father and his son who is a minor at the start. If you're
not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading X-
rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide
feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Just so
you know, I have not had personal experience with incest,
nor do I advocate for it.


Butt Pa - Chapter 1

David Martin had just eased his cock into the ass of his
brother, Daniel. They were 15 and 16 years old
respectively. Though Daniel was the older of the two, he
was the one getting fucked. He was actually smaller than
his brother by about thirty pounds and a couple of inches.
The explanation was simple - Daniel took after his mother's
side of the family. His mother had been blond and petite.
David was a dead ringer for his father and was the same
size and weight his dad had been at 15.

Their father, Alan Martin, stepped through the front door,
which was slightly ajar, and into the family room of the
double-wide mobile home where the three of them lived. Both
boys had their backs to the door and weren't aware that
their father was standing there watching them.

Alan had suspected the boys were fooling around and had
come home early from his job as a truck mechanic to see if
he could catch them in the act. The boys were latch-key
children. They got home from school a couple of hours
before Alan got off work each day. He had found stiff paper
towels in the trash that smelled suspiciously like cum. One
night he noticed that, when Daniel got up from the dinner
table, he had a damp spot on the rear of his jeans.
Sometimes when he walked in from work, he had the feeling
he was interrupting something. The boys would be sitting on
the sofa in their shorts, sweaty and fidgety and pretending
to watch TV. There would be an oddly familiar smell in the
air. Alan was not a conversational sort of guy, so he would
let it pass. But his suspicions had mounted day by day.

Alan was 37. He was one of those tall, scrawny, bearded
guys you often saw in a repair shop with a mullet haircut
and seemingly always in need of a shave and a good meal.
His co-workers didn't know much about him though he had
worked there for four years. They knew he had two teen-aged
boys and that his wife had died a year before he came to
work at the shop. They didn't know the boys' names or what
the wife had died from. Alan kept to himself, and after a
few unsuccessful efforts, the other men stopped trying to
befriend him. Occasionally, he joined them for a beer after
work, but he still kept to himself. His work was top-notch,
so his bosses and co-workers respected his privacy and let
him do things his way.

Alan was far from stupid and much more cerebral than his
co-workers could have imagined. His biggest concern was
that his sons would have a better life than he had. He was
very good at what he did and made good money, but it was
barely enough to make payments on the home and his pick-up
and to put food on the table and clothes on everyone's
back. Because he had dropped out of high school and learned
his trade from his uncle, there was little hope he would
ever become a boss. All of those guys had business degrees.
It wasn't like the old days where a man could do an honest
job and be rewarded for it with promotions.

It grieved him greatly that there was no way he would be
able to send Dave and Dan to college. He would see to it
they graduated from high school, but they weren't making
good enough grades to realistically expect them to get
scholarships anywhere. They seemed to be drifting along,
exactly what he had been doing when he was their age. It
made him crazy. As she lay dying of breast cancer, his wife
Amy had made him promise he would take good care of them
and make sure they did well at school. He always had a
sense she wanted more for them than just a high school
diploma, though in the depressed area where they lived,
that was a major accomplishment. He despaired when he
thought about it. They weren't even learning a trade as he
had done. The local school had ended the auto mechanics
program that always seemed to Alan to be the most useful
thing they offered. With average grades and no hope for
college, the future looked grim for his boys.

And now this. They were fucking each other. His only
thought had been to try to confirm his suspicions. He had
not thought it through enough to know what he would do if
he were correct.

He stood quietly, watching and listening. David had
sometimes been guilty of bullying his older brother. There
was no sign of that here. Draped over the arm of the worn
sofa, his brother plowing him from behind, Daniel was
moaning softly as David moved gently in and out of his ass.
He heard Daniel gasp, "That's so good, Davy! Fuck me!
Harder, faster!" That seemed to be something that David had
been waiting for. He immediately started to fuck his
brother with more intensity, picking up speed and force.

Alan moved to where he could get a better view, not where
his sons would see him or be aware of him, but where he
could better judge what was happening. He was impressed
with the size of David's cock. It looked to be almost as
big as his own uncut eight-incher. He had an impression
they had been doing this for a while. There was no
hesitance or caution on David's part, and Daniel was
showing only pleasure as he took the big cock up his ass.

Suddenly David pulled out as Daniel turned and flopped onto
the sofa. He balanced himself on his shoulders with his ass
up on the sofa arm. This put his asshole at a perfect angle
for his brother's cock. Alan was alarmed, being quite
certain Daniel couldn't help but see him. He needn't have
worried. Daniel was totally focused on his brother. He
looked at David lovingly. "Fuck me, Davy. I need it so
bad." Without responding verbally, David thrust his cock
back into his brother's waiting ass and proceeded to fuck
him hard.

One side of the double-wide was a long open room with the
living area in the front end and the kitchen at the back,
with a counter and a dining table in between. The living
area had a couple of comfortable recliners and a sectional
unit, and also an old-fashioned sofa, on which the sexual
activity was taking place. Alan's room was through a
doorway just inside the front door. Halfway back, there was
a short hallway off the dining area. On the right side of
the hall was a large bathroom. Past the bathroom was a
smaller room that provided space for a washer and dryer and
limited storage. On the left side of the hall were two
bedrooms, each of them almost exactly half the size of
Alan's room. There was a door in the back of Alan's walk-in
closet that opened into the bathroom from that side. The
home was quite spacious and met the needs of the family
more than adequately. Alan's personal hygiene habits didn't
extend to the house. The place was spotless.

Alan ducked into his room. He sat on the side of his bed,
listening to the sounds that were emanating from the other
side of the wall. It had been a while since he had had sex
with anyone. He was actually bisexual, having messed around
with several of his male relatives while a teenager and a
young man. He had met Amy at 20 and that had been that.
There was no conscious decision to go straight - it had
been all about this charming, lovely young woman. All
activity with men had stopped as he devoted himself to
being a husband and father. But she had been gone for five
long years. He had had brief flings during those years,
usually with waitresses at the cafe across the street from
the shop, but those had not led anywhere. He sometimes
glanced at men but all of his same-sex activity had been
with family. He had no idea how to initiate something with
a stranger. He had to admit he was lonely. He was aware
that he had boned up considerably since walking in the
front door.

Making a quick decision, he stood, kicked off his shoes,
and unzipped his greasy one-piece coverall, shrugging it
off his shoulders and stepping out of it. Except for an A-
shirt, he was naked underneath it. Alan was quite slender
with a tight stomach and nice pectorals, not that he did
much that was intentional to maintain his build. He had
hair around his nipples and a patch in the middle but,
other than a treasure trail and a rampant pubic bush, he
was otherwise smooth.

The A-shirt was worn and sagged so that his relatively
large nipples were exposed on both sides. Since Amy's
death, he had become very careless about personal hygiene.
He actually found a man's body odor to be a turn-on, so he
didn't mind his own stink, which was going strong this
evening. He generally took a shower every third night, and
tonight was shower night. He pulled off his socks and then
took hold of his hooded, leaking cock, giving it a couple
of quick strokes and tweaking his nipples with the other
hand. He could see where considerable cockcheese had built
up under the foreskin. He lifted his arm and got a good
whiff of his hairy, sweaty pit. He had never consciously
thought about having sex with his boys, but he now knew
today was the day.

With an air of decisiveness, he pulled off his shirt and
stepped back into the living room. He moved toward where
his two sons were building to a climax. Daniel's eyes were
closed, his face contorted. David was braced with his arms
against the arm of the sofa, and Daniel had grasped both
wrists. Alan could hear David saying "Fuck! Fuck!" under
his breath. Daniel's groaning had turned into almost a
continuous moan. David was really pounding his ass. Alan
could see sweat glistening on David's back. His butt was
almost a blur as he rabbit-fucked his brother. The entire
scene was an enormous turn-on for Alan.

Alan hated to interrupt, but now he wanted his boys to know
he was there. He stepped toward them and cleared his
throat. The effect was electric. David jumped back like he
had been stung by something, and Daniel screamed. "Pa!"
Both of them began scrambling.

Alan continued to stroke his cock which was leaking precum
on a steady basis. The two boys were stopped in their
tracks by the sight of their naked father. They had seen
him naked plenty of times, but never boned to the max.
"Fuck him, David, if that's what he wants."

"But Pa--"

"But Pa, what. I was doing the same thing with my cousins
when I was your age. They fucked me, and so did Uncle
Clem." David was covering his groin with both hands. Alan
stepped over to him and pulled his hands away. Though David
was shocked to the core, it hadn't caused him to lose his
erection. His substantial fuckstick jumped up, standing
tall with a sharp upward curve.

David was even more shocked when Alan dropped to his knees.
His right hand continued to work his own cock. He reached
out and grasped his younger son's dick with his left. He
gave it a couple of strokes and then popped the head of it
into his mouth. David's knees buckled, more from the unreal
sight of his father sucking his cock than anything else.
Alan was even more impressed when he realized there was no
hint of lube. David had been fucking Daniel with no lube
other than his own spit. He could taste Daniel's ass juices
on David's cock, a flavor he hadn't enjoyed for far too
many years. His uncle used to fuck both of his sons and
then have Alan clean him up with his tongue afterwards.
Since Alan was the youngest, his cousins would then fuck
him. His asshole twitched as the memories flooded him.

Daniel was sitting upright on the sofa, stroking a cock
that seemed outsized on his slender body. He was completely
fascinated by what he was witnessing. Alan looked over at
him. "Get over here, boy. Help me suck your brother's cock.
We gotta get him wet so he can finish fucking you!" Almost
involuntarily, David's hands went to Alan's shoulders as he
began to face-fuck his father.

Daniel was much more interested in his father than he was
his brother. He fell to his knees next to his dad and then
dipped his head down. He almost swooned as he got a whiff
of his father's sweaty, piss-scented groin. He leaned in
and took a couple of laps at his father's hairy balls. Alan
let go of his cock as Daniel licked up the side of it. It
was thoroughly juicy from the continuous precum. Daniel
eagerly licked off a drop that was rolling down the
underside and then took his father's cock into his mouth.
He loved cockcheese. He had become quite accustomed to it
from sucking his brother's cock. Neither he nor his brother
was any more diligent about bathing than was their father,
though they did get showers after PE at school. He pulled
the foreskin back and licked all around the head and under
the flap of skin, getting every bit of his father's smegma.

Daniel's ass was in the air, so Alan leaned over, rubbed
his butt, and then fingered his well-fucked hole. "Get down
here, David. Finish it off." By now, Daniel had taken
almost all of his father's thick cock into his mouth and
down his throat. David got onto his knees behind his
brother, spat on the hole, and shoved his cock in with one
hard thrust.

Daniel pulled off of his father's cock and said, "Damn,
Davy! That hurt! Take it easy!"

"Shut up, you little fucker. You love it and you know it!"
With that, David began to fuck his brother hard once again.
Alan pressed his cock against Daniel's lips which opened
and accepted it. Alan worked up a rhythm that coordinated
with David's fucking. Daniel was getting a thorough reaming
from both ends.

Alan was on his knees in front of his older son, fucking
his mouth, with his fingers working both of Daniel's
nipples, which were strikingly similar to his own. He
reached further and grasped Daniel's cock. That was all
Daniel needed to blow his load. He came all over Alan's
forearm. The pressure on David's cock finished him. He
grabbed Daniel's hips, pushed in as far as he could go, and
filled his older brother to the brim with hot teen-aged
cum. Alan almost instinctively lifted his arm to his face
and began tasting his son's cum. He fucked into Daniel's
face faster and faster. His balls pulled up at the base of
his cock and let loose with a huge cumload. Daniel was
coughing and choking as he attempted to swallow it all.
Excess cum dripped from his chin.

Alan wasn't finished yet. He moved behind Daniel, pushing
David out of the way. David had no sooner pulled out of his
brother's ass than his father pushed into it. Alan had
David beat in both thickness and length. Daniel screamed.

David moved to where he was in front of his brother. He put
his head down to where he could whisper in Daniel's ear.
"This is so fucking hot! You can do it!" He licked the cum
from around Daniel's mouth and then kissed him. In moments,
they were exchanging spit. They had never really kissed
before, but right now, it felt right.

David flopped onto his back and slid under his brother's
torso. Taking his brother's cock into his mouth, his eyes
feasted on the sight of his father's stud cock plunging in
and out of his brother's skinny ass. Daniel was able to
reach David's cock. He took it into his mouth and began
sucking like his life depended on it.

Alan was consumed with lust. He had never felt anything as
good as his son's butthole around his thick cock. The
wetness created by David's load was almost more than he
could stand. Despite the fact he had just shot a huge load,
he knew he wouldn't last long.

Now David had moved back to where he was lying on the floor
with his head in proximity to Daniel's. They kissed
fervently while jacking themselves. David grasped the back
of Daniel's head with his free hand. Daniel was loving his
father's cock in his ass. He pushed back to meet every one
of Alan's hard thrusts.

Once again, his orgasm set off everyone else. His cum flew
out of his cock, spraying his brother in the face and
soaking the carpet. David was so turned on by the whole
scene that he sprayed his stomach and chest with at least a
pint of white cream. Alan was rutting in his son's ass,
trying to get in as deep as he could. He added to David's
huge load that he had been churning with his cock. He fell
onto Daniel's back panting and gasping. All three of them
were bathed in sweat.

Alan's cock softened and fell out of Daniel's well-fucked
ass. Daniel started to move but Alan stopped him. "Hold on,
son." Alan put his head down and began to tongue his son's
hole. He noisily sucked and licked, enjoying every drop of
cum he could siphon out.

"Wow, Pa - you're nasty!" David had gotten to his knees and
was watching his father wide-eyed.

"Get over here and help me."

"I've never done that before!"

"No excuse for wasting fresh cum!"

David scrambled over and joined his father at his brother's
butt. They competed for each white drop that emerged.

Alan nudged David's shoulder. "Get on your back." David
followed instructions. Alan positioned Daniel to where he
was squatting over David's face. "Push!"

David protested. "What if he shits in my mouth?"

"He won't."

David had never rimmed his brother. He always spat on the
hole and worked the saliva in with his fingers. He also
thoroughly soaked his cock in it, but that's all the lube
his brother got. This whole ass-sucking thing was brand new
for him. Daniel hesitantly began to push and strain,
forcing more cum from his loaded boycunt. David wasn't
quite in the right spot, so the first drops dripped onto
his chin. Alan moved over and licked it up, and then
positioned his younger son's head so the precious fluid
would drip directly into his mouth. Then he busied himself
cleaning off David's stomach and chest with his tongue. He
felt intoxicated by the taste of boycum. He moved up to
David's face and licked off the cum he could find from
Daniel's load. He surprised David when he moved in for a
kiss. David loved the mixture of flavors from Daniel's ass
and knew this would be a permanent addition to their
routine. His young cock appeared to be gearing up for
another round. Alan started to suck it into his mouth but
held off, knowing there would be more action later in the
evening.

For the moment, it was over. "I'm gonna take a shower,
boys. Daniel, call the pizza place and order up some
dinner." Alan disappeared into his bedroom and emerged a
moment later with a twenty-dollar bill that he handed to
Daniel. The boys, still stunned at this utterly unexpected
turn of events, watched their dad's meaty, hairy ass as it
vanished into his bedroom.