Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2006 12:14:50 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Family Fornication - Part 6

We hadn't walked far from were the others were when Dad pulled me into a
small grove of trees that were ringed with dense ferns and bushes.  He
threw his clothes down and I followed suit, turning to look around for
any sign that we weren't alone.  When I was certain there was no one
else within the surrounding fifteen feet, I turned back to my father and
looked him in the eye.  There was a quiet wanting that stared back at me
and I stepped closer to him.

            He took me silently in his arms and began to kiss me all
over. My shoulders were first, his lips gliding over my skin.  I felt his
hands on my waist, my chest, my arms and his lips followed soon after.
He kissed me tenderly and quietly, no noise and no harshness.  This
wasn't like he was with Jason, at all.  It was nice, really.  I smiled
at him as he put his face between the hairy cleft of my chest and started
to lick his way from one nipple to another, biting gently at each of them
in return.  I could feel his dick hardening with each movement.

            "Are you sure about this?"  He asked me tenderly, his hands
circling my waist and holding me still.  "You sure that you want this?
Once we start this, we can't stop it.  You have to be sure, boy of
mine."  He said, his hands massaging my chest and pinching my nipples.

            "I'm sure." I told him, kissing him when came up for a bit
of air.

            He pulled me to the ground, leaning me against a nearby mound
of moss-covered dirt.  I looked at him and he guided my head to his thick
prong.  Taking hold of it, I lifted the head with my tongue and began to
mouth it in earnest.  Dad started to moan and his hands tangled in my
hair.  Soft words coached me as I worked my mouth up and down on the head
of his cock.

            "Suck it, baby...suck Daddy's sweetmeat.  Do it good and
slow so we can get it nice and hard."

            He began to work my mouth up and down in a short, rapid pace,
moving my head with his hands.  I took to the task like I was born to it,
hardening my lips on the downward direction, slurping and sucking on his
prick like I had done Jason so many times before.  My tongue slipped up
and over the head, down the shaft and along his spongy balls only to do
it all over again.  My hands roamed his body, slipping up to his hairy
pecs and in between them to pull the hair there.  Finding his nipples, I
began to pull at them as I chewed his balls.

            "Yeah, lick those balls, boy.  Chew them for Daddy."  He
said to me, his voice raspy.  "Get my dick nice and hard.  I have plans
for it and your sweet ass before we leave here today."

            I mouthed his balls a little longer before slipping around
and sliding my tongue up and into the small crease between his ass.  I
worked the crack of his ass for a longer moment and returned to his cock
and balls.  He moaned to me, his hands tangling in my hair again and
pulling me back and forth steadily and quickly.  I let him use me like
this because this had been what I wanted.  I had thought of really
nothing else since I saw him the first time putting his meat to some
guy.  It had been all I could think of for weeks after seeing it but I
buried it.

            Dad's hand cupped softly behind my head, his other hand
rubbing his hairy pectorals and pulling on his nipples with a harshness I
hadn't seen in a while.  His moans became almost guttural and I didn't
stop bobbing up and down on his shaft.  I wanted to please him with ever
fiber of my being.  My hands held his balls as I worked his cock with my
mouth, sucking, slobbering, stroking, licking -- making him moan longer
and louder the longer I went.

            "Throat me, Mason."  Dad told me, matter-of-factly.  "Let
my cock slide down your throat.  Bury it in your hot throat, boy.  Suck
my cock, sweet boy."

            That just added fuel to my father-fellating fire.  I wanted
him like this for so long that I didn't dare disappoint him, now.  Here
we were, the two of us in the middle of fucking nowhere and I was
throating my father's cock and loving it!  There wasn't anything wrong
with what we were doing, I felt.  Finally, I didn't feel anything wrong
with what I wanted and what I was doing.  Finally!

            "Stop!" Dad said to me, taking hold of the sides of my
face.  "Stop! I don't' want to cum yet.  It's too early for
boy-breakfast! We have to take our time with this, after all.  I don't
want to cum too quickly."

            He stood me up then and took hold of my hips.  I couldn't
believe what was happening when he took hold of my cock -- with his mouth
and started thrusting his face back and forth in and out of my crotch.  I
closed my eyes, not believing the incredible feelings that were suddenly
threatening to drown me.  I looked down and saw my cock pistoning in and
out of my father's strained mouth!  He was holding my balls, stretched
out from my body and his mouth was taking me in and out the same way I'd
done him.  There was an urgency to his sucking of my cock that I just
wasn't believing.

            My father held onto my ass, his hands digging into my flesh
as his mouth flew back and forth over my cock.  His tongue was swirling
around the head like a small feather duster and feeling just as light.
There was no question that he'd done this before but I'd never seen my
father as a cocksucker.  He just didn't seem the type, to be honest.  I
was glad, after all this time, that I'd been wrong.  My cock was alive
in his mouth, throbbing, jerking and oozing pre-cum -- which he swallowed
almost as quickly as it came out of my cock.

            "God..." I moaned, wanting to hold his head onto my cock but
not wanting to interrupt his pace.  "Dad...I'm close to shooting my
load.  I don't want to...I don't want to do it yet."

            "Yes!" Dad said, his hand taking over the pace of his
mouth, perfectly.  "Yes you will! You'll feed that boy-cum to your
Daddy, all you have and you won't waste a drop!"

            His mouth returned to my cock and it took only a few moments
until I felt the same stirring in my balls that I'd felt before.  It
wasn't going to be long until I was going to do exactly what he said.
Dad's lips fastened at the base of my cock and held tightly as they came
up -- each time!  Soft moans from him mingled with my own and soon, we
were moaning together, almost begging one another for more of the intense
pleasure we seemed to be giving each other.

            "Fuck, dad..." I said, clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Fuck...I'm going to shoot this shit down your throat!  Keep sucking me,
pops!" I coached.  "Yeah -- almost there! SUCK ME!!"

            My voice echoed through the small little clearing we found
ourselves in and I'm pretty sure, to wherever my uncles waited for us to
come back.  I held tightly to my father's shoulders as his magnificent
mouth worked its oral magic on me, not caring who heard us and hoping
he'd do more to engender this sort of reaction from me, as well.  It was
hard as hell not to tear his shoulders up as he sucked -- he was
phenomenal!

            "Goddammit!" I swore, my load tearing up from my balls.

            With a roar -- no other way to describe it -- I felt my hot
spunk rushing up the length of my shaft and spew into my hotter father's
waiting mouth!  He squeezed my balls and reached up to savagely tug at my
nipples and I thought I'd explode all over again as my load was pulled
from me.  Dad's mouth sucked, his tongue pushed with delightful pressure
along my shaft and his throat took in my load!

            "FUCK!" I said, emptying myself into my father's mouth.
"Suck it out of me, Dad -- suck that load out into your greedy mouth!"

            When I said this, I saw my father's cock twitch and knew he
was into the dirty talk as much as I was starting to be.  His hands fell
from my body to his cock and he worked himself back to an oozing, hard
mess while keeping his mouth on my cock.  His own grew red with release
but when it seemed he would match me blow for blow, he stopped, removed
his mouth and stood.

He smiled at me and leaned forward.

            His lips attached to mine just as I was about to ask what he
was doing.  As his tongue slid into my mouth, I felt the warm rush of --
DAMN!  He'd saved my entire copious load and was feeding it to me!  The
stuff was mingled with spit but it tasted salty and a bit bitter but
sweet, overall.  His hands clamped onto my shoulders as he did this,
forbidding me to back away from what he was doing.  I wouldn't have even
if I could.  This was HOT!  His tongue was swishing my load around,
feeding us both with my seed.

            "Dammit, but your spunk tastes good."  He said to me, his
hands easing a bit and his body coming closer to mine.  "You like that,
boy?"  He asked me, rubbing some of the stuff on my lips all over my
cheek.

            "Yeah." I answered, my hands going to his waist.  "That
was hot."

            With an empty mouth, Dad kissed me again, rubbing my back and
upper arms with warm, firm hands.  My own mirrored his exploration and
soon, we were both pressed together, body to body, cock to hard cock.
Moans from us filled our little getaway and seemed to insulate us from
everything else.

            "Why didn't you tell me before now?"  Dad asked, bringing
us to the floor of the place.  "Why didn't you tell me that this was
what you wanted before now?" He continued when we were sitting, facing
one another.  "Did you think I'd be mad at you?"

            "No," I said truthfully.  "I thought you'd say no."

            Dad looked at me for a long time and a smile finally spread
through his beard and mustached face.  His hand brought my knee forward
until my foot rested under his balls and he stroked me.  His hard cock
oozed silvery strands of daddy-juice onto my foot as he continued to rub
my hairy legs.  I didn't know what to say to his reaction.  Quiet fell
around us and Dad's hands continued up my leg and over until he was
leaning forward a bit and massaging my inner thighs.

            A curious look came over his face and I smiled at it.  There
was no precedence to this look, I'd never seen it before.  I almost
asked what it was about but I didn't really have time.  He returned my
smile and lifted my foot from under his ballsac.  With a hard grip on my
foot, he began to massage the underside of it, rubbing in his pre-cum.  I
didn't say anything but let the feeling he was giving me wash over me.

            "Dad..." I moaned as he brought my foot to his mouth and
slid his tongue under the pad of my big toe.  "What the fuck?" I asked
as he smiled devilishly at me and slid my toe into his mouth.

            He sucked hard on it, licking my digit and sliding his tongue
in and out of his mouth, under my toe.  I was getting a foot-job from my
dad who had not even looked hard in my general direction for the majority
of my adult life -- in the middle of nowhere. I was so hard that my cock
was oozing silvery liquid all over my pubic hair and lower stomach.  It
was a thrilling sensation, overall.

            The thick wedge of Dad's tongue slid in and out of the slots
between my toes and I squirmed happily with each transition.  He held my
ankle, his thick hands holding me firmly in his grip.  He smiled at me as
he sucked on each toe in turn and the shiver this action gave me.

            "Feels good, huh?" He asked, rubbing my calf.

            "I didn't know you liked that stuff." I told him, nodding.

            "There's a lot you don't know about me, son."  He
responded and went back to his tongue-lashing of my foot.

            Again his hands massaged my foot for a long time, it seemed,
finally moving to the other one shortly before leaning over and planting
a long kiss on my lips, slipping the same tongue he'd been working my
foot over with into my mouth.  His hands ran along my hips and then my
sides, slipping into my armpits to pull the hair there.  This was more
like the dad I'd heard in the middle of the night.  His grip on my
armpit hair was tight and as he pulled, an electric sensation flooded me
and I felt my cock responding to this rough treatment in a way I never
really thought about.

            "I have wanted this for a long time, son."  Dad moaned in
my ear.  "I'm going to spear that sweet hole, you know."  He went on,
positioning himself on top of me.  "I'm going to feed that hole my hard
Daddy dick until you beg me to stop and then, you know what I'm going to
do?"

            "Keep going?" I said to him, smiling evilly.

            "Fuck yeah."  He kissed me, pushing my mouth open with his
tongue. I returned the kiss until he broke it.  "Spread your legs.  Push
`em up onto my hips.  Do it for daddy, son.  Get ready for my cock."

             He was going to fuck me face to face.

            Reaching down between us, I slipped a finger into my hole and
started stirring it around.  I did what he'd said and slid my legs up
along his lean body to hook them onto his hairy torso.  A delicious
shiver went through me as he growled his approval of this action. I had
to admit that the feeling of his body was enough to send a shiver through
me too.  Dad reached to the side, pulling back his shorts.  I wondered
what he was doing until I felt the moist silk of cool lubricant being
smeared onto my hole.  His fingers mingled with mine, sinking into my
asshole.

            "Daddy..." I whispered, feeling his second digit slipping
into me, as well.  "Don't tease me with the appetizers, I want the real
thing."

            "You always know what you want, don't you?"

            "For the most part."

            The head of his dick replaced his fingers, then.  I reared up
from the ground, using his hips as leverage. Opening myself up for him, I
held onto his shoulders for additional support.  It was all I could do to
keep from sinking my teeth into his neck as I felt the first inch enter
me.  Looking up into his eyes, I noticed an intense look of concentration
take over his face.  There was something else in that look, as well.  He
was concerned about hurting me.  Smiling at him, I assured him it was
alright and that he wasn't going to do serious damage to me.

            "You're not a virgin, then?"  He asked, his dick twitching
in my ass.

            "Not anymore, no."  I told him, adjusting to the feeling.
"Sorry, dad...Jason got to it before you did."

            "That's alright, baby."  He told me, then, a smile coming
over his face.  "I thought it would happen sooner or later, to tell you
the truth.  Jason told me all about you two messing around a long while
back."

            "So, you're...uh..." I started, feeling him pushing farther
into me.  "Not mad...uh...oh, yeah...at me?"

            "No." He said, easing his hips forward.  "Why would I be
mad at you for that?"  He asked, another few inches and he would be
fully inside of me.  "It's beautiful."

            "I don't want to be like all the others." I told him,
squirming delightfully under him, the thickness of his dick filling me.
"All the other guys you've been with.  I don't want to be like them."

            "Oh baby boy," Came the warm reply and the remainder of his
dick into my warm, moist hole.  "You could never be like the others."

            With a measured gentleness, Dad began to move his hips back
and forth -- the way Jason had done, earlier.  There was a sharp pain at
first but the longer we just stayed together, the easier the pain became
until it was a dull feeling that eventually began to become quite
pleasant.  Dad and Jason were about the same size and so adjusting to
each of them was relatively easy.  Dad helped a lot, staying rather still
and waiting for me to give him the go-ahead.

            "Do it..." I said, quietly, my hands roaming his shoulders
and upper arms.  "Do it to me; fuck that ass."

            Dad obliged me, slowly.  His hips began to undulate and his
cock began to enter and leave me at a steady pace.  He was taking his
time with me, pushing his dick all the way into me and then pulling all
but the head from me, as well.  My legs stayed around his hips, gripping
him tightly and not letting him get too far out.  I could see tiny beads
of perspiration forming on his forehead as he went on and a beautiful,
musky smell rose from him.  This was the same smell that clung to his
shirts after working in the yard and it was intoxicating.

My asshole began to relax with Dad's gentle fucking until I could feel a
pleasant sensation spreading through me.  I couldn't believe that the
same man that was known for his merciless fucking of the people he took
to his room was now being as gentle as he was being with me, at this
moment.  There was nothing of the savage man who shouted "FUCKING TAKE
THAT COCK".

            My father's head dipped toward me and rested on my
shoulder.  His breathing was becoming ragged as he fought the urge to
increase his rhythm.  I could tell he really wanted to tear into me but I
wanted this kinder sort of thing, for now.  A dick of my making was
opening me up and I was loving the gentle throbbing of accommodation that
it was causing.

            "Oh, baby boy...that ass is so sweet."  Dad said, his mouth
kissing along my throat and jaw.  "You make my cock happy to be inside
you."

            "You really want to hit it hard, don't you, dad?" I asked,
my hands gliding along his sides. "You want to slam that cock into me
like you did all those others don't you?"

            "I want to make you feel good."

            "Then, do it." I said to him, making up my mind.  "Fuck me
hard."

            My father raised his head and looked me in the eye.  The
questioning look on his face told me that he was wondering if he'd heard
me correctly.  I smiled coyly and licked my lips, squeezing him a bit
with my scissored legs.  I nodded slightly.

            "Really, baby?"

            "Really...daddy."

            He pulled my legs from his hips and held them away from his
body by my ankles.  Pulling his prick out until only the head remained,
he looked down to where we were joined and then back up at me.  I felt
the head of his cock engorge a bit and he slammed himself into me with a
roar of absolute delight.  When he was fully inside of me, I watched him
throw his head back, his eyes closing in a look of complete bliss.  A
groan of delight came from him as he pulled back and repeated the
gesture, his hands tightening on my ankles.

            "Oh yeah!" He moaned, starting to set up a pounding
rhythm.  "Oh but I've been waiting to bang this boy-butt for years!
I've wanted to slam my cock up your ass every time it waggled at me
walking down the hall!"

            "Do it then!" I urged, bracing myself on the floor of the
clearing.  "Fuck that hole with that sweet cock! Show me how much you
want me."
            "You are a cock-hungry little bugger, aren't you?" He
asked, still fucking mightily and holding my legs out from his body.
"You like this sweet sausage in your hole, don't you?"

            "Fuck yeah!"

            "Daddy's own little cock-hugger, aren't you?"

            "Oh yeah." I moaned, his dick stirring more than my ass.
"Make me shoot my load, fucker!" I said to him, seeing my own dick
throbbing and bouncing onto my stomach with each thrust.  "Do the same
-- shoot your load in me!"

            "Oh yeah -- like brother like brother, huh?"  Dad said,
increasing the force of his thrusts into me, his hands tightening still
on my ankles.  "You want cum, boy? I'll fucking give you the cum bath
of your life!"

            It was as if this were some sort of gunshot to signal a race!

            My father's fucking of my ass then began in earnest!  His
cock spread me open and left me wanting more as he pulled back.  One of
his hands let go of my leg and took hold of my throbbing cock, stroking
me furiously in time with his fucking hips.  I could only watch in mild
amusement and encompassing lust as his face became a mask of
determination and sweat beaded along his face and hairy chest.  A single
drop of clear liquid hung for a moment from his pink nipple before
falling into the forest of pubic hair that scraped against my balls.

            "I'll fuck that sweet hole until you beg me to stop!" He
said, his voice deep and lustful.  "Say it again, Mason -- tell me how
you want me to do you!"

            "Fuck me hard, daddy -- fuck my ass with your perfect prick!
FUCK ME!" I said, getting into his filthy litany.  "Do it, stud! Fuck
that hole hard and fast! Fuck me, daddy...fuck me with your slut-boy's
favorite tool.  Slam that ass hard!"

            This just fueled my father's already hot lust for fucking.
His hips blurred for a long few moments and as he started to slow a bit,
I felt a tingling in my balls -- his hand still gripping my cock in a
steady stroking.  I knew what this meant.

            "Oh, shit!" I said, not being able to stop him from jerking
my cock fully to cumming.  "No, dad, not yet -- don't let me cum yet!"

            "Fuck you!" He said, a slyly evil grin creeping onto his
face.  "I want you to! I want you to fucking blow your load all over
your hairy self!"

            Again, as if on cue, the stroking hand of my father brought
his words to action! The first bolt of blast-juice splashed all over my
chin and dripped down my neck.  The second oozed out over Dad's hand and
the third landed squarely on my navel, filling it and overflowing onto my
stomach!  His hand kept going, coaxing the last few drops of semen from
it before he lifted his hand to his mouth and cleaned it with long, slow
laps of his tongue.

            "Boy's fuck-juice -- always a good breakfast!" Dad said,
grunting between words as he continued to fuck me.  "Here we go, boy!"
And I felt his cock throb mightily.

            The first surge into my ass caught me by surprise.  It felt
as if I'd been temporarily stuffed to filling before he pulled back a
bit to empty the second and third jets into me.  The fourth fatherly
fountain caught me on the balls and the amazing fifth coated my cock in
daddy-slime!  Moans of relief came from him as he milked the spewing
stalk, rubbing its generous gift all over my own deflating cock.

            My father's fingers scooped up the spilled seed from my
navel and he slurped it from his fingers.  A smile crossed his lips as he
tasted me.  I smiled back.

            "Oh baby." He said, reaching down to pull me up to him,
hugging me tightly.  "Mason, my boy. That was truly one of the most
beautiful moments of my life."

            "Me to, dad." I admitted.  "I'm just sorry it took so
long."

            "Maybe now, the three of us can have some real fun."  Dad
said to me, still hugging me but rubbing my back.  "After all this time
of you just listening at the door."

            "Or maybe the four of us." I said, thinking of our new
houseguest.  "Or five, six or seven, depending on how many cousins I
really have."

            Dad pulled back and smiled at me.  "You really mean that?"

            "Oliver and I have developed a...liking for each other.  It
might be nice to have him over once and while."  I told him with a smile
for him.  "I'm really sorry I've been such an ass about all this.
It's really not that big a thing.  I just felt strange about it, you
understand.  It's not everyday a guy fucks his family."

            "I'm glad that you're alright with this, son."  Dad said
to me, leaning us back down onto the ground.  "Because Daddy's hard
again you lucky boy."

            "Do it, Daddy." I told him eagerly, raising my leg up and
over him.  "And maybe after you've finished, we can bring the uncles in
on this little gathering.  After all, if they're going to be visiting,
we might as well sample what they're going to be bringing with them."

            As I felt the warm, thick head of my father's wonderful cock
enter me again, I knew that this was the beginning of a long and involved
relationship with my family -- and I welcomed everything that was to come
with it!

END

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