Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2019 16:20:05 -0400 From: Sam Roma Subject: (Gay incest) Chapter 1 - Finding my Mark Please donate to nifty.org. this site needs our financial support tot keep it up and running and appreciate the awesome maintainers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have always known I was gay. Heck, most everyone know I am gay or at least expect me to. Im thin of build, lean actually. Not bad to look at, pale gold skin from lazing in the sun as much as I can, tight curly brown hair and generally good features. I look a lot like my mom. My dad? Well apart from us both being "white" there is very little I share with him. Mom says I got his brains and her looks but thank heavens that ain't true. The man is a backward dunce. Stocky, short (to my 6ft height), hairy, pale as a comatose swan's ass and with manners to put a self respecting pirate to shame. I never understood how mom got with him and had me. The good thing is Dad really didn't bother with me much except to yell pejoratives my way for being "too sissy", or "not man enough", or to do my chores. That was the extent of our conversations. And thank god for that. I had heard enough growing up from him to make sure there was at least a room between when I was home. A staunch republican and religious zealot with usual "holier than thou" and "rule for thee not for me" hypocrisy. I was biding my time until I was 18 so I could get away from home and be my own man and do my own thing. Which involved exploring my sexuality some more. I hav always been comfortable in my own skin. I like the way I look and I like my body. I have been told by some ardent admirers, I resemble a young Adam Brody. Good thing I like that guy ( and whacked off to his badly photoshopped naked pictured online). I have nice phat ass for a white kid and a quite excellent 7.5 inch dick. I have also been blessed with spontaneous erections and multiple Cummings per day. Whereas I don't think my Dad has touched my mom since they produced me. My mom keeps to herself and work and managing the house. Dad is driver for UPS. Does his job, has weird shift, then comes home, drinks beer and dozes off to Fox News or football. I know this is the incest section Im writing to and all you fappers obviously want to know whether he fucked me. Fuck that! I have seen the man naked and believe me, my balls went back up my body and my dick turtles back in. the man is ugly and has never come across the word "sexy". I had always had a Dad son fantasy though. Find it so hot! But I had always imagined a different guy I would be calling Daddy and presenting my ass to. Anywhooooo, I couldn't wait till I was graduating school so I could go to the city and try my hand at modeling. I have been often told that my lithe frame and features were quite photogenic and I could have a fair shot at it. I even had a good contact in one fo the guys I had sex with. Infact, he was the first guy I ever had sex with. Mr. Reynolds was this 40ish silver bearded, silver haired fox that I ran into when, well, running. there was this trail by my house that I love to run, its secluded, winds around a small hill in a serpentine path covered with juniper trees. I would run this path to this little hole in the hill that I dubbed my man cave. It was a relatively clean and cool path, hidden in the shadows and I loved to rest there before running back. But since puberty hit me, it became my little sex grotto. After a nickeling run, I would shed my clothes, lay on the cool rockbed and jerk one off. Ahhhh it was the best. One one such occasions when I was 16, I went out for an evening run. There were only 2 -3 others on the main path that I saw were running at that time. eventually I made it to my man cave and stripped out of my sweaty shirt and shorts and brought out my phone to start browsing for a good video to jerk off to. Now one thing I should tell you is over the years, I had really made this my man cave. I had a nice little mattress in there, some light and dry snacks to boot. I had also procured some lube and stashed it there for when I felt like it. In almost 3 years, my cave was undisturbed and invisible to the world. Good thing it was at least a couple mile from the running track. So imagine my shock when I had the sound of twigs and leaves crunching outside my cave just as my video was well underway to the part where the sexy older guy is raping this young lad's ass while he begs for it. "Oh yes Daddy!!! Daddy please give your boy your dick." "Ohhhh yeah Daddy. Let me make you cum. Let your boy's ass make you cum daddy." And more such requests by the horny lad. My dick was erect spewing copious amounts of precut, making the lube quite unnecessary as usual. I was stroking it gently, edging myself to synchronize my explosion with when the Twink in the video did his all over his Daddy's chest while he was being missionaried. So there I was giving my hard dick a nice stroke when I hear sound of the twigs and leaves crunching under someones shoes and before I could recover, a face pops in to my cave. A silver haired, silver bearded, flushed pink handsome face. It was a face I recognized. I had seen this guy on the trail a few times and he had even starred in one of my fantasies as I lay in bed jerking off before sleep usually. But right then I was mortified and paralyzed and shocked and uncertain. Eventually, I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my sweaty shirt to hold it crumpled over my still dripping, stiff dick. "Uhm", I said intelligently. "Aren't you the Richards kid?", silver beard asked. "Uhm", I replied Then he broke into a smile. "Its ok son. Im not telling. I have been keeping an eye on you. I know your dad so was making sure it safe for you ti run in the dark" "Oh", I continued my riveting conversation "Im Reynolds. Charles Reynolds.", he said. "Mark", I replied in a small voice. And then to my surprise, Charles crawled in and sat on the mattress. I could see over his shoulders past the hanging vines that was the cover for my cave that it was twilight and about to get dark soon. What did he want? Was he gonna tell on me? "Please don't tell my dad", I finally pleaded. "About what?", Charles asked, still smiling. "About me jer...Oh....thanks", I finished like an idiot cottoning on. "Its alright son. I have been there. I used to have a sunny spot on the highest rocks over a beach in Michigan though", he confided. "this is natural at your age. I just hope you are safe" "Yeah I am." I said. "Well. Safe from what?", I added as an afterthought. "If you are getting other guys here or having sex, I mean. Its your business, but there are all sorts of creeps about and I just want to make sure you aren't doing anything you might regret later." "Oh that", I laughed nervously. "Not a problem. I have never had sex." "oh!", Charles cocked a shapely eyebrow. "Really? You are - what... 15?" "16", I said in a small voice looking down. "And you have not dated anyone?" "Well I like guys as you clearly found out from..." I glanced at the phone on the mattress paused on the picture of a muscly guy mid thrust into the nubile boy. "And you know how this town is. I can't possibly go around dating a guy. And I have no interest in girls so..." I drawled off sadly. "Sooo its been you and your leftie huh?", Charles laughed and it irked me. "So you haven't even kissed anyone?" Charles asked further inciting me. "Well obviously I have", I said vehemently. Then as my face flushed pink I confessed, "a girl in a closet in third grade." I said meekly. Charles burst out laughing. Just as I was gonna ask him to shut up and leave, he looked at me dead in the eye with his own piercing grey ones and said, "I can show you how" My mouth went dry immediately. "H-How what?", I stammered. "I can show you how to kiss", he said simply. "B-but...wait are you gay?", I asked. I had never known any other gay person in the town. "Im bi", he smiled. "But its my secret. I have a family that I love but I do like an occasional hot guy, specially one that I can coach and advise" he said niftily. It took me a minute to understand the import of his sentence and that he was alluding to me. My limp dick was immediately reacting to this and getting hard again, ostensibly tenting against the shirt I still held to my crotch. I looked at him wordlessly, my mouth slightly open, not sure how to respond. Charles extended a hand and pulled me to the mattress. I let myself be guided to him. The shirt was still on my crotch as I sat close to him. I could smell his sweat but the fragrance of his body wash and musk mixed with the smell of the junipers was what overpowered me more. I put his hands on wither side of my faced gently pulled me close as I leaned into him. His face was like one of those sculpted greek statues. Strong jaw, perfectly coiffed beard and thick head of dark hair with a streak of silver in the front. He gazed into my eyes first while I searched his. And then tilting his head, he brought his lips on mine. I did not know what to expect or what to do, But I apparently didn't have to do anything. I just held my mouth open as Charles closed his soft pink lips around my lower one. At that moment I melted into him. I began to kiss him back with several short smooches until he told me to stop and let him show me how. After that I was like putty in his hands. His lips were the right thickness that I could feel their meat between mine. He first held my lower lip between his lips softly kissing them, then the tip of tongue brushed it. Then he caught it between his teeth and gently pulled at it. These were al new sensations and I felt transported, somewhere between the cave and the sky. I thought I was in air as he continued to kiss me gently, all the while holding my face inches hands. The he moved one hand behind my head to keep my face close to his and started putting more pressure and passion behind that kiss. I opened my mouth automatically as he made out with me deeply. His breath tasted minty and sweet. His tongue was soft and questing. It met mine in my mouth and swirled it around. I copied his every move. I was beginning to understand what a kiss was. We were connected by mouth. breathing into each other and breathing in each other's hot breaths. His strong tongue met my meek young one and played catch with it. It explored the roof of my mouth and the gums and under the tongue. I was aware of the saliva being exchanged and it made me ready to cum right there. My hands were now in his thick hair, combing it and enthralling int he feel of a man's head in my hands. The feeling bold, even as we were kissing, I felt down and found the rim of his wet shirt and nudged it upwards, clearly meaning to take it off. At that point Charles broke away form the kiss. "You are something special Mark.", Charles said with a short smile. "I liked it when you called me son", I said looking at him, my face flushed and hungry for more "And you are too Mr Reynolds. Very special. " I added. "You can call me Dad, then son", Charles said smiling. My cock was throbbing in raucous anticipation. All my years of virginity was being rewarded today. There was a god. "Ok Dad. I like kissing you." "You learn fast son" "Let me take your shirt off." I boldly leaned forward and pulled his shirt over his face, this time with no obstruction. My jaw almost hit the cave floor. The guy in the video looked like a pig in front of this Zeus. His pecs were large and chest chiseled. His hairy arms with thick with muscles and and even in his seated position I could make out 4 abs easily. "You sure about this son?", Charles asked. "Yes Dad",I said breathlessly. "Im glad", Charles said simply as he pulled my head back in with one hand and with the other, he lifted the shirt off my crotch and cast it aside. My young dick was at full mast and dripping slick precum down the shaft. Charles' hands closed around the shaft of my pink dick and Ic Ould feel it pulsing against his hand. He slowly motioned up and down, even as he kissed me deeply, this time with me reciprocating. Our tongues were locked and we were deep in a makeout, all while his other hand jerked me off slowly. I was circumcised and very sensitive. I was afraid I was gonna blow my load. But somehow Charles seemed to know what he was doing and edged me the whole time. Then suddenly, Charles let go of my dick and held my hand in his. He pulled at it and slowly brought it to lay on his own crotch. My hand was met with a monstrous wet mound. Clearly he wasn't wearing underwear, this champion. He pressed my hand over his dick invitingly. With one part of my brain focused on kissing this god, the other part now was intent on this new feeling it evoked. His cock felt massive against my hand under the fabric of his shorts. I started rubbing at it awkwardly and trying to grasp it through the fabric. Then Charles shifted his position slightly, opening his lap and led my hand under his shorts. I felt the coarseness of his hairy thighs as my hand slipped through the short and met the base of his turgid dick. Hungrily I clasped the dick. And that was it. It was a sensory overload. Charles was still stroking my dick when my dick exploded like it had never before. Shot after shot of milky white cum exploded where I sat straight up between us. most of it landed on my chest, some on my chin and some on his. I think I fired at least 6 shots of thick ropey cum before subsiding to a dribble. The touch of his dick alone had done this. The first dick I had ever touched apart from mine. Charles broke away and looked at me, cum dripping down my chin like a stalactite. Then wordless, he bent forward, and kissed my chin, sucking the cum from it and swallowed it. I was shocked. I had seen this in videos but seeing this in person was something else. He broke away, licking his lips and smiling. "Sweet", he said simply. "You want to taste it?", he asked as if at a dinner just being polite to your neighbor. "Er...no, im not sure" I said hesitantly. "Thats ok" he smiled back. "Sorry I didn't wan to cum yet but couldn't hold back." I said concerned he might think I was an idiot. Charles laughed. "Its quite alright son. Im surprised you were able to edge so much." Then glancing out at the dark milieu he added, "I think we should head home now." "B-but what about you?", I said disappointment rich in my voice that I was denied more this man. Charles laughed lightly again. "I will be fine. Meet here tomorrow same time". It was an order and I merely nodded. Charles put his shirt back on, wiped his face on my short, then with a quick kiss, ran right back out the cave. It was a whole 10 minuted before Could move. I was just dazed at what had transpired. I had my first kiss, my first man, touched the first dick. And I wanted more. If I had had any doubts and aspersions about my sexuality before, it was all clear the night. I was gonna be there the next day, waiting for my Zeus. And this time I would have my way. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed this. Would love to hear from you. 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