Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 22:09:53 +0000 (UTC) From: James Jones Subject: Father Son Intimacy Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This is a completely fictitious story. It should not act like a guide since it deals with Father/Son incest and that is illegal in some areas of the world. This story also involves unprotected sex, and later adultery. If any of this offends you, please do not read further. If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. To see other stories I have written check the Author's List for James Jones If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: NiftyJames91@yahoo.com One other thing. Nifty.org works hard to bring you these stories. Without a site like Nifty none of our stories would ever reach you. So if you have enjoyed reading at this site, please if you can send in a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. Thanks! I have loved the feedback I've received! I love that there are guys out their reading my story and stroking their cocks. Sharing these fantasies with you guys is amazing! Chapter 2 Luke's mind raced as he dried himself off. He and his father had shared many showers together, but this time was different. This might have been the first time that Luke had purposefully gotten close to his father when he knew he'd be aroused. Sure, Luke had seen his father naked tons of times, even seen his father's cock at full mast (John often sported his morning wood in his briefs in the morning, and even naked many a time), but Luke had never intentionally gone looking for his father when he knew he'd be "in the act." The idea thrilled him. He'd always admired his father's body; he'd used his father as fuel for sexual fantasies, but he'd never quite thought of the potential for a real event to occur between them. As he dried his flaccid dick, Luke gave it a hearty and slow squeeze. His mind was in a dangerous place, but the sexual fiend in him grew excited. The idea of sharing more than a passing touch or stolen glance with his father excited him more and more, and he wanted it badly. Boldness begets boldness, and while Luke's father had always been the exhibitionist, Luke was much more reserved. The first action in Luke's newly formed plan was to become more overtly sexual around the house. Luke left the bathroom, stark naked and with his towel around his shoulders, and strolled to the kitchen. "So what are you feeling for dinner, Dad?" He asked toweling dry his hair. John's eyes gave his surprisingly naked son a good once over. "How about we just call out for pizza? I don't feel like making any effort." This was odd behavior for Luke. He did not usually parade his body around, even in front of John. The departure from Luke's placid nature struck a chord in John immediately. The Bradley's shared a very small two bedroom house. There was a small kitchenette, barely big enough to house the dining table John was currently sitting at, a good sized living room with a recliner and a large sofa, the bathroom, and a garage. The closeness of any two or more people in one room made for palpable tension in the right circumstances, and Luke was trying to create a very specific type of tension. John stood from the table and walked behind his son who was absentmindedly rubbing his chest dry as he looked in the fridge. He placed his hand on the small of Luke's back as he tried to sidle past his son (grazing Luke's ass with the head of his cock in the process). John was wearing a tank top that exposed his curly-haired chest and pits and a thin pair of shorts with no underwear. The game was afoot, next move: Luke. "Pizza sound's great. You know what I like," Luke said as his father joined him at the fridge. John grabbed a beer and leaned on the counter. "Do you want to call, or should I?" Luke asked him. "I'll call. You can get dressed, I don't usually see this much of my boy outside of the bathroom. Feeling ballsy?" John gave his son a wink and a smile. Luke laughed, "just didn't feel like getting dressed yet. I didn't think you'd care." "Not at all. In fact, let me look at you." John held Luke by the shoulders. Father and son. He threw the towel on the table as Luke struck a faux-macho pose. "None of that," John chuckled. "Just let me see the man you're becoming." John commented on his son's musculature. Luke had never been the athletic type, but he took care of himself in the gym. He had nice firm pecs and shoulders, good sized arms, his stomach was his biggest insecurity, but he looked good. "My boy." John said as he looked his son in the eye. "You look good. Have you been working out with Tom?" John mentioned his son's not-so-secret crush on his Coach friend. Luke reveled under his father's scrutinizing gaze as he blatantly checked him out. His cock had plumped nicely, though not totally noticeably. "I have. He works me to the bone, I just can't keep up with him. He's the gymrat. I'm just a runner. Might hit the machines every now and then." "Keep it up. I might have to join you two," John suggested as he patted his own stomach. "I've put on more than I care to admit." "You look fine dad, but you're welcome to come if you think you can keep up!" Luke punched his dad in the chest. John grabbed Luke's arm and pulled him to him using his son's momentum against him. Then he wrapped his arm under the boy's armpit and behind his neck for a tight hold. "Don't think you can take your old man, do ya?" John said. Luke was unable to break free. He was held, and a part of him really enjoyed the submission to his father. His arms flailed but could do nothing, and his cock slowly began to grow as the extreme contact from his father on his naked body took his mind to fantastic places. Luke was almost positive he could feel his father's bulge on his back. Neither of the Bradley men were fans of shaving their body hair. Luke's chest had a patch of hair between his pecs and along the bottom of each, and his stomach was covered in light brown, tawny hair. He had hairy forearms, legs, and a hairier ass than many would expect. John had a torso covered in hair. It grew over his whole chest, grew over his collarbone and a bit on his shoulders. He had little patches that grew on his back, but he quit shaving those when his wife left him. His legs and ass looked darker in tone for the hair. Neither man had ever trimmed their bush. There was a brief moment between the men, father held son in a dominating hold, their bodied pressed against each other, where neither breathed and the tension had peaked. `I could take this to a new level right now,' thought John. `But what if he freaks out? We'd never be the same.' `This is what I wanted, right?' Luke's heart pounded in his chest. Both men felt apprehension and an eagerness for more simultaneously. And then the moment was over. John released his son, noticed the slight chub he was sporting, not bothering to hide his own plump bulge. "I'll call the order in, go get dressed." "Yeah, yeah." Luke left the kitchen, and his hand caressed his swelling cock. His body was electric from the excitement he felt. He was slightly giddy. The apprehension at the back of his mind, coupled with hesitation, was over-powered by his more lustful feelings. He had not been with a man in over a year. He wanted his next encounter to be with the ferociously sexy man who had created him. The taboo of this thought somehow excited Luke even more. Knowing it was wrong made it feel all the more right. Any doubts that he'd had before about his attraction to his own dad left his mind, and he acknowledged fully his intentions. He wanted to caress his dad's chest. He wanted to taste his dad's tongue, and feel his lips and beard against his body. He wanted to grab his dad's throbbing cock as he listened to him moan. He wanted to feel his dad's hole around his own rigid cock, and to feel his father's cock penetrate him. Lost in his realization and fantasy, Luke got dressed robotically and without much thought. John placed the order over the phone, and let his own mind wander back to the kitchen encounter. He'd held his own naked son against himself. He'd admired the body of the boy he'd conceived. He was proud of the man he was becoming, and he was damned if he wasn't eager to touch and feel him again. *** John and Luke shared their pizza, a few beers, and some good old downtime that evening. Their demeanors were cheery, both forgetting the sour Friday's they had. Their minds both wandered occasionally to their hidden desires, but neither allowed themselves to be consumed. Around 11pm, Luke excused himself to bed. His teaching schedule never usually allowed him the stamina to stay awake to all hours of the night like he once had. John on the other hand was a notorious night-owl. Once his son went to bed, he put in another movie and grabbed another beer. He used this alone time to reflect. He considered his feelings towards his son, and towards men in general. He'd been with several men in his life. None of them were more than a passing fuck or mouth. He'd never told anyone about his experiences with his brother Mark. Mark was the only other man John had ever been consistently sexual with. To the brothers, it was merely fun. They got off together, and they got each other off. They started when John was 15 and Mark was 13. Mark walked in on John masturbating one evening and they were both shocked. But what started as a bewildered encounter became a moment to teach and to learn. From there, the two continued to share their experiences until they experimented with oral and anal. John and Mark still played casually every few months. John knew he was a bit of a pervert, and now he was considering adding his own son to the equation. He pulled out his laptop from the coffee table. He began searching "Father and Son sexual encounters." John found several chatrooms, forums, and a plethora of porn. He began to read. He was surprised that the number of men who felt the way he did was so high, many of which had healthy sexual relationships with their sons. This piqued his curiosity. It took some digging, but John eventually found (what he believed to be) convincing real father and son sex on a porn site. The boy was around 25 and the dad (not quite the handsome guy he'd once been John thought) was about 45. The video was filmed with a standard camera, not very good lighting, but the excitement built in John. The father was naked, and the son was taking off his clothes. The father touched every inch of his son, grabbed his boy's cock, and started stoking him as they began to kiss. John's cock was hard in second. He watched mesmerized as the dad on the screen took his son's cock in his mouth and the son moaned. They whispered "I love you" again and again. As the couple moved into a 69 position on their bed, John's hand softly grabbed his aching cock. The tent of his shorts was slick and wet with his precum. John squeezed his meat without ever breaking his gaze from the computer. He loved to allow his steel cock to pulse and grow impatient by teasing it without stroking it. His body grew more and more sensitive as he teased his cock. Then the couple on screen began to change positions and John's body couldn't take it. When he watched the son take the well-known position behind his father, John pulled down his shorts. The sharp "thwap" of his cock hitting his stomach seemed incredibly loud in the silent house, but he didn't notice. John began to work his hard 6.5' cock. He grabbed the thick base with his fist and squeezed tight. He spit in his hand and glazed his cock in the slippery spittle. Each slow stroke made his toes curl and his heart race. He shut the computer because his mind was full of his son's image. John laid back on the couch and slowly worked himself into bliss. Luke woke from his slumber with the urge to piss. He walked out of his room, surprised that the living room was still aglow. It was past 2 am. He assumed his dad had fallen asleep to a movie and went to turn off the tv. He got an eyeful of his father, shorts around his ankles, legs spread open, one hand in his tank top, the other fist sliding along the length of his hard cock. Luke stopped and mentally tried to memorize every minute detail. The soft glow of the tv made the image of his father dance with shadows. He could hear the slick sound of masturbation each time his father's hand made another pass over his cockhead, and his father's low grunts aroused him intensely. It was a complete shock, but an absolute blessing. He wanted his father to know he was there. The embarrassment, the shame, the intensity, the excitement, the taboo, all the emotions that could erupt from a moment like this passed through Luke and he spoke. "Uh, sorry, Dad." Luke shielded his eyes and walked through the living room to the kitchen. John's body jumped at the sound of his son's voice and he quickly stopped pumping his dick to cover his nudity with a pillow. John was not a nervous nor a shy man, but he'd been so caught up in his fantasy that he almost felt guilty for being caught thinking about his son that way. As if his thoughts and fantasy were able to be caught. He quickly came to his senses and realized that it could only look like him jerking off, and not at all guilty. "Sorry, Luke. Uh...you know how it is. Thought you were asleep." Luke reentered the living room with a glass of water, he'd quietly pissed in the kitchen sink. "Don't let me stop you. You looked like you had quite the rhythm going." He almost couldn't believe he'd said it. John's cock twitched in his hand. "Bet you never thought you'd catch me like this." He said removing the pillow revealing his dick. It was a beautiful cock. 6.5" long, nice thickness, a large swollen head, precum dripping from the piss slit, and protruding from his father's hairy crotch. Beneath his mast, John's hairy balls were high and tight. He'd been very close to finishing when his son interrupted him. "It's not like I don't do it myself, Dad." Luke said as he squeezed his on dick through his shorts in a teasing manner. "No I know you do." John laughed. "I've known since you were 11 and all the time you spent in the bathroom." He absentmindedly started stroking his dick again with his thumb and two fingers. Luke blushed. On some level, he knew his father had to know he jerked off and had sex, but this was an admission of attention paid. "Yeah," Luke chuckled, "I used to have to two or three times a day." They were casually discussing jerk off sessions. Neither planned the evening to end this way, but both were worked up and excited. "I still do sometimes," laughed John. "I'm going to finish myself off. You interrupted me at a crucial moment." He winked at his son. "I'll leave you to it. Might have a little `me time' of my own." "Why not join me." Time seemed to freeze. John was in utter disbelief that he'd announced the invitation. Luke wasn't sure he'd heard his father correctly. Both recovered quickly. "You serious?" Luke questioned, his voice was scarcely more than a whisper. "I mean, it's not like we haven't seen more of each other. Why not? I'm sure you've done it with your buddies. I have too." Luke was a bit surprised to hear his father had played around with other men. "Yeah, but of course I have, Dad. I'm gay." Luke smiled at his Dad's lapse of memory. "Ha, oh yeah. Well come on. Let's do this." John patted the cushion directly next to him. "We haven't bonded in a long time." Luke hesitated, but then walked over to the couch. His father kept eye contact as Luke lowered his shorts and underwear. He was not fully hard as he sat down next to his father. They could feel each other's body heat. John was back to his slow, rhythmic pumping with his right fist. Luke's rapidly hardening cock filled his own hand as he started to quickly tug it. They two men had different masturbatory styles. They also both realized that the other was watching. "They look the same." John said in a low, breathy voice. Almost like a growl. "They kind of do. Yours is a bit bigger I think." "6.5". How big are you, Luke?" "Just over 6"." "Pretty evenly matched, I'd say. Look," John said as he held his dick straight out, "they have the same shape and girth." He leaned his body towards his son. He left arm went over Luke's shoulders to stabilize himself, and his right hand held his cock out. Luke leaned towards his dad holding his own. His right shoulder was in his dad's sweaty pit, and he held his cock not, 2 inches away from his fathers. They sat that way for a few moments, both slowly running their right hands over their engorged genitals. Father and son comparing their cocks against the other. "You're right. They're almost twins." Both relaxed their bodies and got back into their seated positions to continue stroking in earnest, except John left his arm around his son's shoulders. Luke watched as his father's forehead, chest, and legs glistened with sweat in the light of the tv. He watched as his father's bicep tensed with each powerful stroke of his dick. He saw that his father's testicles were again high in their sack. He knew his father was close to ejaculating. He was about to watch his father cum right before his eyes. John stopped stroking his dick and held his fist in place as he started to thrust his hips into it. He fucked his hand. He closed his eyes, curled his toes, and bit his lip as the ecstasy took over his body. The muscles of his cock began to rapidly tense and release, and he squeezed Luke's shoulder instinctually as the first burst of cum erupted from his shiny cockhead. John froze and panted as his cock unloaded two more spurts of cum, and then he slowly stroked out one more dribble. Luke was mesmerized by the sight. John's cum coated his leg and the coffee table. Luke's father sighed deeply, and he never removed his hand from his deflating cock, or his arm from Luke's shoulders. Luke continued to jerk his cock fiercely! He pumped faster and faster, till the inevitable point came. He looked over and his father was watching him intently. Watching him beat his meat to completion. John wanted to see his son finish the job. Luke pumped faster and faster and then stopped altogether as his body tensed! John felt it below his arm and he knew what was coming. Luke shot two quick ropes of cum, one on his stomach, the other flew onto John's hairy stomach. He fired another rope of cum between then onto the couch, then another little spurt ended up on Luke's hip. Luke panted and twitched as he continued to stroke his now sensitive and spent 6" cock. He then noticed the cum on his dad's stomach. "Oh, sorry, Dad." Luke said pointing. "Don't worry about it." John said passively. "You want to get it or should I use my shirt?" Luke reached over and wiped his cum off of his father's hairy belly. The touch was electricity between the two men. John locked eyes with his son, both still holding their cocks, Luke wiping his cum from John's stomach (essentially rubbing his father's belly at this point), and John's arm around Luke still. It was a decisive moment. It was sexually charged and intoxicating for them. They stared into each other's eyes. "That was fun." John said. "You can say that again. Wild." "Well I think it's time for bed." John said, but didn't move. After a pregnant pause, both men got up and removed themselves from each other's contact. They walked naked from the waist down to their bedrooms. They bid each other goodnight, and closed their doors. But neither quit thinking about what they had just done. And both began to stroke their twin cocks once more... To be continued. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am thrilled to hear all the positive feedback, and if you enjoy reading, PLEASE let me know! Your emails and encouragement are awesome. I loved reading all the emails. Keep them coming. Tell me about your own experiences or fantasies. Send me pictures of yourselves as you are reading. I'd love to see you guys working your cocks and sharing the fantasy with me. ;-)