Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 06:45:54 +0000 From: Jack Pearce Subject: Jaxon seduces his dad Chapter 1 (Incest) This story is a fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between men who are closely related. It is intended for adults only. This story is in no way an endorsement of such relationships in real life, and this author adamantly rejects any justifications for such relationships or activities in real life. Copyright, Jack Pearce, 2024. Nifty is a free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please give generously at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can email me at JackTomPearce@hotmail.com with any constructive feedback or ideas. I'd love to hear from you. Jaxon seduces his dad -- Chapter 1 That camping trip with dad ended up better than I could have ever dreamed about. I really just thought that spending all that time in the wilderness with just the two of us, we'd open up to each other and maybe get back that bond that we used to have when I was younger, but I never ever even imagined how close we really would get! It makes my cock hard to even write down.... WE ENDED UP WANKING EACH OTHER'S COCKS!!! Never in my wildest dreams or even fantasies did I ever think something like that could ever happen! And somehow what is even wilder, is that we kissed each other like lovers. How can a kiss mean more than wanking a man's cock??? And more importantly that he was my father??? And now that we've returned, there's so much to think about. As I write all this out to try and help me analyze it all, I confess to myself that deep down I now have this sickest thought - I want it to take it much further... further than I can even dare to write down!!!! I've just got to get it out of my head...... Dad and I were so close when I was in my early teens. We spent so much time together, he was always there yelling out my name in my tennis and swimming comps and even when I lost, he carried on like I'd won. At nights, when I went to bed, we'd have a chat and he made me feel so grown up, like he'd listen to me and give me the best advice. I never thought that bond would ever get broken, but it did....... I know it was mainly my fault, I went through those horrible teenage years. I was blaming everyone for everything going wrong in my life, and it's right what they say, you take it out on those closest to you. I know I did that with dad, he just didn't seem to `get me' like he used to. Sometimes it felt like he gave up and I was angry with him not trying to understand me. And that changed things, I went to college, had less and less to do with him. He wasn't happy at home with mom, it didn't really surprise me when they split but it just meant he wasn't around very much and when he was, he always seemed to be thinking of `something else'. So the bond was broken even though we didn't plan it, it just happened. After my college years, I took off for a year overseas and that's when I really discovered myself. I'd never had any problems attracting girls. Once I lost my virginity at 16, there was no stopping me. I loved fucking and all the foreplay that went with it. I just loved sex and I know I became good at it. I could always pick and choose any girls I liked and looking back, I know I treated a lot of them badly, I was just out for a fuck, no strings, and would say anything to get what I wanted. I'm ashamed now, but maybe it came from years of not thinking I'm good enough for anyone, to working on my confidence when I left home, and that unhappy environment to living with others my age and realising that I had dad's genes (he was always considering good-looking and was a great athlete) and I took after him. And once I realised that, there was no holding me back. Sex was just easy but after a while it was `too easy' and it just didn't satisfy me. I knew I was missing something. It took me a while to work it out and I'm embarrassed now to say I went through a bisexual phase. I guess it was my way of working out that I actually preferred sex with men. It started as a 3some with another couple and I found the other man's body strangely attractive and even though I didn't fuck him that first time, I loved watching his body in action with the other girl. By the end, I was more interested in him, than her even though I wouldn't admit it. We had a couple of sessions together and I was getting more and more drawn to this guy. I let him suck me off at one point and had to admit it was the best blow job I'd ever had. He tried to kiss me but I resisted but I knew I wanted him to. The pivotal moment came when the 3 of us arranged to meet up but for whatever reason, the girl didn't show up and after a few drinks, me and this guy ended up in bed and I really discovered what gay sex ..... and kissing...... was all about. I fucked him that night and really knew from then, that's what I wanted from then on. I don't even remember his name, but like I did with the girls, once I realised I liked sex with men, I began to experiment a lot more and I went from a stud with women to a stud with men, even learning to enjoy getting fucked as well as topping. I was a true versatile! This time, I knew I had found my true self and the intimacy I had been missing. I became confident of my sexuality and was more open into looking for a long-term partner. Again, things didn't happen as planned. I was looking for a guy similar aged to me who was free and single BUT..... my first (and so far, only) love was Darren -- totally not planned BUT it became the best of experience of my life.... well, before this camping trip with dad. We met at a gay bar and initially I wasn't attracted to him, but he offered to buy me a drink and we got talking and I found him really interesting and he seemed to be after more than just sex. He was different to the other guys I'd met. There was something sexy about him but it wasn't obvious. And the other thing that was different was that he was much older than the guys I usually went for. I couldn't explain why but I agree to go to the local gay sauna with him. I'd been there with so many random guys, I'd lost count. I was just expecting a forgettable random fuck for an hour or so. I wasn't even that excited when we stripped off in the changing room and I saw him naked, it wasn't a body to get that excited about. But everything changed from the minute we went into the private cubicle. We started with bit of sucking, he impressed with me with his technique, he was obviously as experienced as me, but then he really wowed me when he rimmed me. I'd always been into rimming but he really raised it to the next level. He was just so into it, he drove me wild and the more I groaned, the more he worked on my ass. By the time he finished I was so ripe for fucking, and fuck he did -- but with a tenderness and an expertise that I'd never known. And the kissing became just part of it. This was a man who really cared and knew what he was doing. I know I responded like I never had before and that made him try even harder. We fucked again that night, and it took longer and was even more intense and I knew I'd found something, someone special. When we said goodbye that night, he took my number and said he'd phone me. For some reason, I never took his. He didn't contact me for over a week and I got to admit I was real disappointed that he seemed to have dumped me, and it dawned on me that I had treated other women/men in the same way -- promising to ring them but never bothering to even store their number. Each day I thought about this guy, but it became less and less and I had to accept the fact that I wasn't going to see him again. He already made me think about how I'd treated other people and I realised I'd been very judgmental, always focused on guys with the perfect bodies around my age and written everyone else off. But everything changed, Darren rang me about 10 days later, apologised for not ringing before, but never explained why. He made up for it when he invited me to a hotel for the night. Straightaway I said `yes', didn't even play hard to get. We met up for dinner to start but neither of us were really interested in the food. He was so different to anyone else I'd dated, I found myself getting a bit tongue-tied and to be honest, he seemed a bit awkward as well. He wasn't your typical gay guy, not into the local scene, music, nightclubs. I put it down to the fact that he was older and didn't hang around the gay venues. It didn't take long to get through our meal, we were dying to get to the hotel. I couldn't work it out, we didn't seem to have much in common, I knew he found me sexy, but I was still working that out about him, but what I did know, is that the sex would be amazing, especially in a private hotel room where there were no restrictions. I was feeling kind of nervous which was unusual for me, I was already hoping for something more than just a random sex buddy. The alcohol we had relaxed things and once we started it was the BEST sex I'd ever had!! Best rimming, best fucking and even better kissing and connection. It was amazing. I found him being older and more experienced was a major benefit. As we slept together through the night, he held onto me like we were lovers and I really already thought he was the guy for me, older, wiser, gentle, experienced, and if I'd thought about it then -- a lot like dad! From the best night ever, I probably had the worst morning ever. It started fantastically, carrying on from the night before, we made awesome love in the morning, kissing, cuddling and him fucking me. It would have been even better without condoms but I appreciated him being realistic and it made me care about him even more. But I thought it was all ruined when, as I was having a shower, I heard him on the phone to someone who just had to be his....... wife!!!!!! It was like one of those terrible soap operas. I was shocked, angry, disappointed and I left the room without giving him a chance to explain. I thought it was all too good to be true and it was!!! Once again I felt like it served me right as I'd treated so many other people badly in the past, but at least I wasn't a cheat! To cut a long story short, he kept messaging me until in the end, I agreed to meet up with him for dinner. I had absolutely no intention of having sex with him ever again. He talked for a long time and I ended up getting an insight to his life. Yes, he was married, yes he was cheating, no, he had no plans to leave his wife but..... he was desperately looking for someone to explore his `true inner self' as he described it. He said all the right things and I believed him. I realised that after only 2 sex sessions, how could I expect him to be the love of my life, all he had done really, was show me how sex could be with someone who really cared about the other person's enjoyment. I knew he was a decent guy and I had to admit to him it was the best sex I'd ever had and so from being convinced I never wanted to see him again, to being willing to have sex with him on the odd occasion seemed worth it. He was paranoid about safe sex and of course I understood where he was coming from so we built up a trust that we would be honest with each other about having random sex with others. The issue wasn't really his, it was mine and I promised (and meant it) that if I had sex with anyone else, that one -- it'd be safe and two -- I'd tell him so he could decided what to do. We'd built up that trust and from then on went bareback. He was a complete top so he always fucked me, even though I tried to turn the tables once in a while, it never worked, he was 100% top. Unprotected sex with him made the whole act even better for both of us. No rubber barrier between us, he felt my silky insides and I felt him cumming inside me -- it just doubled the quality of sex we had. We had sex at least once a fortnight, and once I adjusted to that, I lived for our sessions, and they became more than sex, we'd go out for dinners, on day-trips, to shows and have a rare overnighter. I was determined not to break up his relationship up with his wife because I knew I'd lose out. But that also made me realise that there was really no future in a long-term relationship with him. That time came after 3 months when my year of travelling was due to end and he realised we both had to make a decision about our relationship and sadly and tearfully, we agreed to call it quits, without any bad feelings. This was my very first love affair and I was hurting so much when it ended, but at least it ended in a friendly situation. We said we'd message each other from time to time and I never thought I'd find a love like that again. From then on, I calmed down my sex life, I stopped being so judgmental, I began to appreciate that I found older men much more attractive and also decided it was time for me to go home and try and rebuild my relationship with dad. I thought we'd never go back to the way it used to be, after all I wasn't his innocent little boy anymore, I was his experienced worldly-wise son, but who still needed his dad in his life.......... and that brought us back to the weekend we'd just had. Night 1 - Camping with dad After over a year of travelling and `finding myself', I felt I was ready to come back to Sydney and get on with my life. Apart from finding a job, the two things I wanted to do most was find a place to live and get back the close bond with dad that we used to have. Of course, it would be different now that I was older and independent, but I still wanted the same father/son relationship that all dads and their sons should have, I felt somewhere along the way, we'd lost it, and I also knew it was probably my fault. I kept him at a distance and hadn't told him the most important thing in my life now - I was gay. There was one way to sort out all those things and I was so glad when dad suggested it - I move back home until I get myself sorted out. That way I'd have a home and we'd try to get back to the way things were and I could be honest with him. He must have been thinking about that too because he was the one who suggested we go camping for a couple of days like we used to when I was a teen. So the fact that he even suggested it was a great sign that he wanted to rebuild our relationship and I could only hope that by coming out to him, I wouldn't ruin it again, but of course, if we were going to be close again, I to be honest with him. I moved my stuff back in and even before I got settled, we were off on this camping trip. The long journey to the bush gave us a chance to talk. I was dying to come out to him, but was scared of his reaction. When I was younger, he always came and supported me at school events, especially around swimming and tennis, he was like my number one fan and used to say how proud he was of me. I kept worrying, would he still be proud of me if he knew I was gay? Would he even like me? I knew I had to pick the right time and it wasn't on the journey on our first day! We chatted along the way, mostly about my travels and what experiences I had had. He asked about Karen, the girl I was dating before I left to go travelling. I told him we had broken up and from then on, he just assumed I was `his father's son' and played around with girls every place I went to. He even kind of opened up and said since the divorce, he was doing the same thing and admitted to rooting around. It was so weird hearing my dad talk openly about sex like that. I liked that he was kind of treating me like his `bud' rather than his son. We set up camp and laughed about how small the tent looked now. He said it was the exact same one that we used more than 10 years ago. It wasn't that the tent got smaller, it was me who got bigger. I plucked up the courage to tell him the truth after we'd had a few beers around the campfire. It seemed like the perfect atmosphere to do it, while we were just openly talking about our lives. I know I was shaking a bit, and my throat went dry, but I had to stop him when he kept talking about the number of girls hearts I must have broken on my travels. I couldn't just keep on agreeing with him. So I told him they weren't girls, they were guys!!! There was no doubt about it, he was shocked; it was like the last thing he expected. I found myself holding my breath waiting for his true reaction once he got used to the idea...... IF he got used to the idea. At first he was trying to act cool as if it wasn't a big deal for him -- but I knew it was. I actually wanted to hug him because I knew he was trying really hard to understand. I told him my story, that after a while, sex with random girls wasn't satisfying anymore and then I went through a bi-stage -- where really I was just fooling myself. Then I was really honest and told him about Darren and how I fell in love with a married man. To his credit, dad seemed to understand, or at least pretend he did. He was wonderful. By the time, I got down to those details, we'd left the fire and were in our sleeping bags, cramped in the small tent. In the middle of the quiet wilderness, with just us in the darkness and confines of the tent, I just opened up to him and told him far more than I ever intended. He even went as far as asking about what it was like for men to have sex with other men and how it compared to `normal' sex. And I wasn't really surprised when he asked me if I was the `man' in the relationship or the `woman'. I knew what he meant and I told him that I was `versatile which meant I got the best of both worlds.' In the darkness, I was able to really be quite detailed and he really seemed to want to know, and we really found out that we were quite similar in having enjoyed a lot of random, one-night sex and weren't particularly proud about how we'd treated some of our partners. And we both acknowledged, that we'd got the `playboy' out of our system and were both ready to find something more stable, maybe even someone `special'. It was wonderful being so open with dad. I know the beers and the situation helped but I'd never felt so close to him as I was right then. It was like there were no more secrets between us. And as we talked for ages, neither of us wanted to break this intimate time, we got more and more outrageous, and were trying to outdo each other with our sexual adventures. Hearing dad talking about his sex life was actually turning me on. I'd never heard him being so open before. It was like he was boasting to one of his mates, not his son!! Listening to him, I actually started to get hard, I don't know what it was, perhaps it was the explicit details he was telling me, right down him telling me about the best technique to get a woman's' pussy wet -- wwwoowww!!!! He was almost daring me to come up with a better story and so I began to think about Darren and how good the sex was between us even going as far as to say `only a guy knows how to give another guy the perfect blow job' and this even got dad to admit that most of the blow jobs he'd gotten from girls were not the best experience. My cock only got harder as we talked, listening to dad and telling my own stories actually made my cock start to throb. I just wanted to let it out. It must have been the beer than made me say..... Jaxon Hey dad, is this talk giving you a stiffy? D (Laughing) Actually it is!! J You know it's just us here in the middle of nowhere, how about we let nature take over? (I could never have said that if it was daylight and I could see him) D Well you sure got me wound up J Well don't mind me, I'm gonna have a wank! He didn't answer. I couldn't wait any longer and I unzipped my sleeping bag and tugged down my underpants and then I smiled to myself as I heard dad doing the same thing. I couldn't see a thing even though he was only a couple of centimeters away from me, but I could hear everything, the change in his breathing, the quiet squelches of him working on his cock. For some reason, that made my cock throb harder and I knew that he'd probably hear my own squelching of my foreskin sliding over my knob. We didn't say anything -- we were lost in our own thoughts. I can't remember what I was thinking about; was it about reliving the hot sex that I'd had with Darren; was it about the whole idea of wanking in the wilderness in the middle of nowhere; was it just wanting to get rid of those pent up sexual thoughts that had been building up all night; or was it even more? Did it have anything to do listening to the man right next to me masturbating as madly as me? And did it have anything to do that he was actually my father? Whatever it was that first night, it was the most intense orgasm I'd had since.... Darren. I missed sex, I missed him touching me and having that naked body contact with another man. You couldn't beat rooting a sexy tight ass and the relief and excitement that came with it, especially when it was with a guy you really cared about. Then my thoughts were interrupted because I suddenly heard dad gasping and I knew he was about to blow. I stopped and just listened to him have his orgasm. I swear I could imagine his cum shoot in the air and splat back down on his body. Those sounds brought me over the edge and I had my own massive orgasm and shot really powerful spurts of cum everywhere, I felt the splashes on my body. Somehow it made it more exciting that dad was listening to me. What was he thinking? We both kind of awkwardly dried ourselves up and zipped up our sleeping bags and then it was just a quick `good night' from both of us. I knew we were both just lying there thinking about what just happened. I was dying to know what was in dad's mind -- he'd just masturbated with his son!! As for me, my mind was whirring so much. I was full of a mixture of thoughts. What had I just masturbated about -- • Was it really about Darren? • Was it hearing dad's stories, listening to him like never before and imagining them? • Did the fact that he was wanking, turn me on even more? • Or deeper...... was it that somehow dad reminded me so much of Darren, or did I choose Darren because he reminded me of dad. Those thoughts were just too intense to think about In the end, I forced myself to block out any sexual thoughts about dad. That wasn't even natural -- it was just the whole situation -- out there in the wilderness talking openly about sex. That's what triggered it all off. That's what I thought at the time, that first night!