Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 08:38:04 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Forgetful memories (incest) (part 1) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** Tiredness marked my entrance into the hostel bathroom; my brain fogged from the previous night's events. Yesterday must have been something chronic, with my head pounding with pain and my memories blocked as I stumbled my way inside. At least, with the hostel nearly deserted, it was nice and quiet as I tried to shake off my sleep-induced haze. Even with my bedside alarm, I had overslept, leaving only me and someone else in the shower. Routine overtook me as I lined myself up with a sink, preparing for my brand-new day. The room-length mirror was covered in hot steam as I approached the washbasin. Wiping away some condensation, the reflection revealed a worn, tired-looking middle-aged man who clearly needed a shave. I did like staying at this hostel. It was like a home away from home and often deserted this time of year. I liked keeping to myself, and the staff were so friendly. It was a great place to keep to myself and enjoy my own company. The nearby shower abruptly stopped, and with the bathroom being entirely open-plan, I focused on myself rather than looking at the nude person about to emerge. A leg was the first limb to appear in the corner of my eye, and a quick glance revealed it belonged to a preteen boy. I averted my gaze as more of his dripping body emerged, but rather than wrapping themselves in a towel, they strode right over to me, naked and by my side. While I'd dealt with naked men before, I would have thought the kid would have had more modesty at his more tender age. Nonetheless, given that this hostel is sometimes home to all kinds of international types, I figured he might just be some kind of European. "Hey," he said, his American accent immediately dispelling any concept of him being exotic. "Hey," I replied, doing my damndest to keep my eyes dead forward. "You woke up late," he continued. "Everyone else is gone." "Yeah, I know. I guess I overslept." As the boy moved to dry his wet, matted hair, I couldn't help but drink in more of his nude body. Water droplets were running down his creamy skin, and with his head covered with his towel, I checked him out a little lower. Twelve years old seemed about right; his unruly brown hair not mirrored anywhere on him other than his head. His flat chest and tummy boasted an almost toned physique. His boycock was something for him to be proud of as well, with his flaccid, pickle-sized member hanging a few inches below his navel and a healthy looking set of pink round balls under that. As he brought his towel down to dry the rest, I quickly shifted my gaze back forward. A sly smirk crossing his face suggested perhaps I hadn't been quick enough, but he still made no attempt to cover himself up. "Where are your parents?" I asked him, trying to divert my thoughts. "If you say everyone else is gone, did they leave you here or something?" "Your guess is just as good as mine," he replied mysteriously. Weird kid. "They just left you here?" "My dad is pretty vacant these days," the boy smiled through the mirror. "You can look, you know? At my dick, I mean. It's not like there is anyone around." "I...don't know what you're talking about." I stammered. "Hehe, you're funny. Go on, touch it if you want." "No thanks. That's wrong." He rolled his eyes in apparent frustration, his expression suggesting that flaunting himself was routine for him. Yeah, we were alone, but with hostel staff around, I'd be damned if I was going to be caught with my hands on a minor. Yes, the kid was drop-dead gorgeous, but my record was spotless, and I had every intention of keeping it that way. I did my best to ignore him, focusing back on the task at hand, but instead, he decided to escalate the situation even further. "Would you rather fuck me, Daddy?" The kid offered, using a stressed feminine inflexion. In one smooth motion, he turned his back to me, showing me his perfectly shaped, peachy ass. For a split second, I feasted on his deep, curved crack and his lean, narrow back. Seeing his luscious ass, my mind wrestled between throwing the boy to the floor and fucking the daylights out of him or, alternatively, screaming and getting the fuck out. "You shouldn't do that," I advised. "There are men out there who would." "Oh no!" he gasped in mock surprise. "Are you one of them?" Feeling my morals slipping, I chose to get out. This was the boy of my dreams, and he had every intention of willing me over if I wasn't careful. Not wanting to end up in prison for a moment of weakness, I made a B-line for the door, leaving the kid in my dust. -- I took a deep breath and exhaled a hundred miles away, hoping to cleanse my mind of the morning encounter. Sitting cross-legged and alone, I was in my happy place, my erection throbbing between my legs while I tried to calm my nerves. The boy had been truly beautiful, like something from a long-forgotten dream. There was no doubt in my mind that had I tried something with him, my life would have been over, either through a hidden camera recording or his spilling the beans to the hostel management. I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself surrounded by the tranquillity of trees. Birds chirped high above in the branches, and the city of Portland lay like a blanket before me. Life can be so cruel, presenting me with such lucrative opportunities and yet being so limited. Pitfalls of peril awaited every corner, teasing me with the forbidden fruit that my mind and cock had always craved. I dropped my hands to my cock and stroked myself, picturing the boy in my mind again. Wet and steamy, we had been alone, his precious boy cock in my mind's eye. It had been right there, and all I had to do was reach out and touch it. He had shown his ass to me so willingly, and all I wanted was to reach out and touch it, or touch him, and show him how hot he truly was. The boy was certainly eager for it, and had I stayed even a little longer, maybe I would have done something. Even if I had dared only for a feel, perhaps just to see his young cock hard. I breathed in and out again, imagining what it would look like, all boned up and sex. It had taken me about an hour to hike to this peaceful place, my surroundings free from anyone judging my lewd imagination. My cock was weeping inside my shorts as if it were crying over a missed opportunity. I was already soaked and hard from remembering the morning's actions, so with minimal teasing and memory alone, my erection came handsfree onto the ground. -- I returned to the hostel later that same evening, hoping for a quiet and uneventful rest of my night. I looked into the windows as I approached; the place seeming as unoccupied as when I'd left. Entering the hostel lobby, I exchanged greetings with the sole staff member, hoping they were the only other human present between now and the next day. "Good evening, Sir," the receptionist said. "Howdy. " I replied. "Have any newcomers arrived to keep you busy today?" "No, sir, it's still quiet around here." "Thank god.." "Oh, a boy was looking for you, though, sir. Do you know him? He claims you left him behind this morning." "Ugh, no, he-" "DADDY!" A shrill voice suddenly rang out from behind me. I winced and gave the receptionist a pleading look, but their expression remained indifferent. Turning to face my pint-sized harasser, I was relieved to see he was at least wearing clothes now, but his loud entrance still caused me to inwardly cringe. "Can you please not call me that?" I asked as he strutted up to me like some kind of model. "Why not, DADDY?" He replied coyly, "Don't you like it?" "No, I don't. Leave me alone." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout as I turned back to the hosteller, sharing in their apparent embarrassment. The desire to run and escape surged within me; I just wanted to be left alone by this damn kid. "Could I take a private room tonight?" I asked the attendant. "I'll pay the extra." I practically snatched the key for the separate room when they said it was, almost sprinting away from my plight. The echoes of the boy's persistent calls faded as I distanced myself from him, slamming the door closed behind me with relief. I sighed and flopped down on the empty bed, finally alone from him again. However, as I tried to compose myself in my new solitude, it seemed my peace was to be short lived, a light knocking on the door shattered my calm. "Let me in!" returned the voice of the boy. "Go away!" I called back. My jaw dropped when I heard a soft click, signalling the doors were unlocking. Why in the hell was he also given a damn key?! As if he had every right, the boy strode in to join me, even having the audacity to close and lock the door behind him. "Why are you being so weird today?" the boy asked. "Look, we're even in private now, so you can do whatever you want to me." My frustration reached a boiling point, as there seemed to be no escape from this damn kid. Usually, I am a gentle soul, but my blood was raging. I was sick of trying to avoid this damn kid and my feelings and wanting to just be left alone! "Why do you have a key? And why are you following me?" I shouted, my voice wavering as I tried to maintain control. The boy's eyes sparkled with a strange innocence as he plopped down on the bed, seemingly unfazed by my growing anger. "Why are you acting strange, Daddy? I just want to be with you." The use of the term Daddy again made me snap; I was not usually a violent man, but his consistent teasing caused me to be unable to hold back any longer. "WELL, I DON'T WANT YOU!" I screamed at him, suddenly grabbing his shoulders and slamming him down into the bed. "Oohh, now you're getting it!" the boy giggled. "Flip me over and fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with your fat, juicy cock!" I wanted to rear back and thump the kid with all my might, my dark side begging to give the kid what he was asking for. I gritted my teeth at the boy and wrestled with right and wrong, sex or thrashing I just wanted to be alone. The fight was between fuck and fists, but his deep brown eyes staring up at me showed no fear of what I might do to him. While my muscles clenched, trying to reverse from striking, I noticed a singular tear trickling down his soft brown hair-covered face. "Why the fuck are you crying?" I demanded. "Cause you won't do me, even though I'm letting you." "Of course not! I'm not going to fuck some random kid!" "You really don't remember, do you?" "What? No? What the fuck are you on about?" For the first time the boy's expression shifted, and a sadness clouded his eyes. His other eye began to water, his lib pouting, this time pure sorrow washing over his face. "I miss you, Daddy," the boy croaked from under me. "First mom, and now you. Your head, it's not fair. You are slowly forgetting me. Forgetting everything. I love you, Daddy, and I just want you back." A chill ran down my spine at his piercing words. Was it a trick, or could there be some truth to his claims? No, it must have been bullshit. He must be lying... but if he was, his water-burdened face was putting on a better performance than any actor from any movie I'd ever seen. "What happened yesterday?" the boy continued. "How did you get here? Yesterday, you at least knew my name, but is that all gone now, too?" I lay on him, frozen and stunned. The boy's words echoed in my head, my mind grappling with his questions. How DID I get here? I'd woken up groggy, but I couldn't remember the day before for some reason. How did I get here, and who was my family? His revelations were leaving me on the edge of disbelief and logic. "You're not making any sense," I muttered, trying to reconcile with the boy's words. My head throbbed from the effort to comprehend the incomprehensible. The ground beneath me shifted as I desperately sought for stability amidst the chaos. The boy's words resonated with a haunting truth--a truth I couldn't deny nor fully accept. As my thoughts raced, the boy leaned up and kissed my cheek, his simple, loving gesture connecting my present to the past. "T.. Tyler?" I asked. "Yes, Daddy," he smiled. "It's me!" Oh, FUCK, he was RIGHT! It was all true. Tyler WAS my son. My boy. He had been all mine all along. Since that very morning, he had been coming onto me, not as some sexual deviant, but because he knew me better than I knew myself. He had thrown himself on me, knowing what was on my mind, knowing that I wanted it, but being too afraid. "I'm... sorry, Tyler. " I stammered. "I couldn't remember." With the gateways of my memory open, my hand went straight to Tyler's warm cock, hidden beneath all his clothes. His horny twelve-year-old cock was already sticky and hard, no doubt having been horny and ready all day. Tyler moaned as I wrapped my fingers around it. The boy under me looked different now, closing his eyes at my touch, his hairless cock trembling in my hand. "It's okay, Daddy. MMmm..." "Fuck, I could have this all day, but I forgot." Tyler's cock felt like hot steel in my hand, his boyhood crying tears of salty joy. His hands went for my pants as I rubbed his young penis, our lips embracing again as I kissed him deep. "Can you fuck me now?" Tyler asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up at mine. "Please? Do whatever you want to me, Daddy." "Oh fuck, yes, Tyler. Yes!!" My hands pushed away his clothes, his twelve-year-old erection springing free into the open air. Tyler eagerly spun around under me, pulling his shorts all the way down and showing me his fine preteen ass. I couldn't pull my own pants down fast enough; his ass was ready for me to explore. "Fuck me hard, Dad! Put your cock in me. I already put some lube in there." "Fuck, you've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?" "Yes, Daddy...I have" Everything was flooding back to me as Tyler got on his hands and knees for me, parting his legs just the right amount. I realised I HAD had sex with a boy before, remembering having fucked Tyler countless times. I knew his hairless rosebud as it stared back at me, my cock having felt its warm tight insides many times before. It was a familiar sight to me, shiny with lotion, begging for my sex. Tyler was more than happy and ready for me to use him; he was my flesh and blood, his body willing, his tight, narrow hole a temple for my cock. "Oh fuck, Tyler." I moaned as my cock touched his rim. I pushed inside almost effortlessly; the inner shape of his ass like it had been moulded for me, a testament to how many times I had used him. My entire length fit snugly into his tight ass, my boy gasping as I fed him what his young heart had been begging for all day. His insides were the perfect shape as I nestled my entire length inside. Tyler moaned with satisfaction in the only way a boy could, my shaft burying in his cock sleeve, his back arching in front of me as I gave him my all. After bottoming out in his insides, I watched my cock pull out of his suction. As the head began to appear, my cock hot and slippery, shiny with his insides, I plunged it straight back in, his head flipping back as I long dragged his horny young mind. "I love you, daddy..." Tyler cried from the sudden re-entry. "Your cock goes so deep." "I love you too, Tyler. You like daddy's cock don't you?" "Ooohhh..." Inside his narrow channel, my girth slid back and forth over his immature prostate. With each pass, his breaths trembled and gasped outward. It felt amazing to make my son feel so good, his tiny hole bringing me such pleasure, his head low as he took every inch. Once was never enough. I had been fighting him off all day, so I always wanted to make up for it. His twitching prostate gland would tell me when he was having his boy cums, and he would get mine liquid load multiple times before I was done. I would lie with him for hours, leaving my cock inside his tight little hole. I didn't want us to fall asleep and forget it all again. I didn't want him to have to work for my cock each and every day. His low, soft sounds of pleasure caused me to cum inside him again. I stayed awake as long as I could, sleep taking over me in the early hours of the morning. -- The following morning, I woke up in a daze. I had overslept my alarm, but yearning for clarity, I dragged myself out of bed, my head pounding from whatever I had done the night before. I had overslept again, yet it didn't matter; at least the place would be quiet for the day. Exiting my room, I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the sound of someone showering seeming to be the only other patron just up ahead. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************