Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 10:57:51 -0700
From: R R <asianlovesf@yandex.com>
Subject: Incest is BEST!

The following story is a figment of my imagination. But I hope my writing
style is vivid enough to get you off over and over again. Write to me at
asianlovesf@yandex.com if you like what you've read. Happy 'bating!

Chapter 1

Kriz and I have been pen pals for a long time now. We bonded over the
internet via our love of boys. Young boys. And since I have 2 young boys of
my own, it was easy for us to become friends. But Kriz is more than just a
pen pal. He is almost a soul mate. We understand each other at a level that
is deeper than most friends. Lovers perhaps, or even deeper than
that. We've chatted on the phone many times and face timed with the boys,
and through the last year, we've gotten very close. Intimate.

Let's face it, there are millions of boy lovers out there. Many that will
admit it. Many that won't. But even so, the comraderie and understanding
that boy lovers have for each other is something that isn't understandable
by others. People think we're perverts. But I don't consider that a
derogatory term. I'm proud to be a pervert if that means my love and lust
for boys is who I am. So be it. Kriz and I are perverts to our souls. Often
times, when we're face timing, I'm making love to my boys. Kriz watches
from his side of the world, Norway, and masturbates and talks to us while
we're having sex. He tells us what he likes to see, encourages us, makes
love to us with his eyes, his body language and his words.

I have two boys. Eamon who is 9 years old, and Declan who is 10 years
old. I'm a single parent. My wife passed a few years ago, and I haven't
really been interested in women since. I really think I only got married
because I wanted to have children. The fact that I got two boys, was the
biggest blessing of my life. I knew when Declan was born how I wanted to
raise him. When my wife was alive, my relationship with Declan was a
secret. My wife didn't know. Or just didn't care. But from the moment
Declan was born, I was having sex with him.

At first, I'd let him nurse on the tip of my hard cock. I'd feed him my man
milk when I'd cum and watch him drink it up hungrily. I'd suck his little
baby cock and feel it get hard like a nut in my mouth. Then he would let go
a stream of baby pee which would taste so warm and salty on my tongue. I'd
often lick his baby hole and sit on his fact and rub my butt hole all over
his face. And it progressed from there. As he got older, it only got
better. Even if his awareness was only that of a baby or a toddler, he
reciprocated my love because it made him feel so good. You could see it in
his eyes. Or the way he would giggle when I was sucking his dick or eating
his ass. After a while, I could feel his toddler tongue probing my hairy
daddy hole. None of it felt taboo or wrong. It all came from a place of
love and caring and nurturing. I wanted Declan to have the love and
attention from his daddy that I never got from mine.

Once Eamon was born, I raised him from day one the same way I raised
Declan. In fact, I started showing Declan from day one how to pleasure
Eamon and Declan loved making his little brother happy. My wife didn't know
or just didn't care what was happening.

I gave up having relationships with women when she passed away. I find men
to be so much easier to be with. Don't get me wrong, I still love fucking
women, especially up the butt, and I fuck them quite often, but I prefer to
be in a relationship with a man. Men understand each other on a level that
women couldn't possibly understand. For men, it's a brotherhood, a
fraternity, a level of love where you would die for someone who was just
your bro, not to mention what you would do for someone who is your
lover. My love for men runs very deep in my psyche. Only other men
understand it, and I love it that way.

I've always had sex with men and boys my entire life. When I was growing
it, it was with my dad and brother (I have an identical twin brother named
Patrick. My name is Donol). In school, it was with my friends, teachers and
other men, and when I was married, it was with men and boys who subscribe
to our type of lifestyle. So it was a very natural desire for me to want to
be with a man, in a relationship. I wanted another man who lived exactly as
I do. Who had children around the same age as I do. Who isn't a jealous
man. And who wants to have a family and raise our sons the way that I
do. And although I'm a single dad right now, I've been with a lot of men
and boys since my wife pased. I'm enjoying the freedom of being single and
enjoying my boys.

Part of that is going to nude beaches in our area. My favorite is a mixed
family nudist beach called Pirates Cay. It's really hot to see entire naked
families frolicking around. But alot of dads come here with their boys with
the explicit purpose of sharing them with other dads and pervs. It's not
unusual to see dads walking along the waters edge holding their son's hand
and both of them having hard-ons sticking straight out in front of
them. It's also not unusual to see sex out in the open. Men fucking women,
men fucking men, boys sucking boys, moms and girls together. You name
it. You can see it here. So it's not surprising that it's my favorite beach
to visit with my boys. It's a place where people who think and act like I
do can come together without judgements or inhibitions or taboo. It's
really heaven on earth.

We did meet a hot dad and his sons at Pirates Cay the other day. His name
is Jason and his sons are Dakota (10) and Austin (12). We hit it off right
away, probably because we're both single dads with 2 sons very close in
age. My boys and I had set up our spot in the predominately gay section of
the beach and Jason was strolling by with his sons and struck up a
conversation with us. The boys got along great and Jason and I were
immediately attracted to each other. We arranged to meet later in the day
for a play date for the boys, but it was going to be more of a play date
for the two of us. We chatted about our boys and our love of our boys and
the closeness we have with them, and it was so wonderful to be able to
speak openly to another dad about incest, a perv dad like me.