Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2024 01:35:04 +0000 From: Jack Pearce Subject: Jaxon seduces his dad -- 2 This series 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 2 Night 2 - Jaxon masturbates dad The following day, we woke up and dad carried on as if nothing had happened so I didn't say anything. But in my own mind, I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done last night and was trying to work out what it all meant. In the end, I put it down to two guys feeling horny in the middle of the night after we'd shared stories about our sexual adventures. It all seemed perfectly natural at the time. The fact that I did it with dad was another story. What kind of dad and son ever wanked together? -- that's one of those taboo things -- it just not supposed to happen. It's one thing seeing him naked, wandering around the bathroom or bedroom, and maybe with the hint of a stiffy is probably ok but surely nothing more than that. I remembered seeing dad naked when I was younger. He always made being nude such a natural thing. I know I was curious about his hairy body and that oversized limp thing (as a dad's cock must look like to all their lads) between his legs, but that was just a natural curiosity that every boy must have about his dad. I tried to put the whole experience out of my mind. Dad obviously didn't want to talk about it, so best just to forget it..... but that was so hard. I guess, at least it was dark and we didn't touch -- no big deal really. I had almost managed to put the whole experience out of my mind by the end of the day until... we had to sleep together again that night. We still hadn't talked about it all day. We'd had a couple of beers around the camp fire and they did the trick of loosening us up again and I felt much more at ease getting undressed and getting into my sleeping bag. Once again dad and I started talking about the old days, how we used to hang around together, how proud he was of me and really, how proud he still was of me. that made me feel real good. I felt that bond returning and felt that I could talk to him about last night. J Dad? D Uhuh J You want to talk about last night? D Only if you do J Well, it wasn't such a big deal was it? D I guess not, just the heat of the moment kind of thing wasn't it? J Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. It actually didn't mean anything D Course not, just two guys getting horny going down memory lane. You sounded so like me once I separated from your mom, like I was making up for lost time J Yeah, I did get a bit carried away. But it was horny talking about it wasn't it? D Well, I know you take after me now J You know what I was thinking? I guess it's ok to tell you D What? You know you can tell me anything now. I've accepted everything you've told me so far -- it can't be any worse! J Well..... When I was jerking off last night, I was thinking a lot about Darren D Oh yeah, well that makes sense J But you know what? It made me think of something else D Yeah? J How much you and Darren are alike That chat made me admit to dad (and to myself) how much similar dad and Darren really were. It was only lying there in the dark that I realised it. I'd never really seriously thought about it before. What was it? -- their ages, their bodies, their personalities, the way they loved me? I couldn't really work it out -- one thing I felt sure about was it wasn't sex -- it couldn't be. I could never really think of dad as a sexual human being, and the thought of him rooting mom made me squirm (in a gross way). Of course they did it, but I didn't have to think about it. But as dad started talking about his sexual adventures in the dark, I realised that he was a very sexual person and he had a lot to be proud of about his body and, if I took after him, he could boast that he also had an above-average sized dick. I couldn't stop thinking about his dick and then hearing him slicking it in the dark, the curiosity was overwhelming. What was it like? Was it like mine with a long frill? Was it like Darren's? I almost had to fight my thoughts. Last night we masturbated together, that was no big deal. It was just a relief, well I was having those same horny thoughts again, my dick was getting hard, I knew I wouldn't sleep until I'd blown. J Dad, I can't help it, all this talk of sex has made me horny, I'm not going to be able to sleep until I've cum. You mind if I do it again? There was silence and I wondered if dad was thinking maybe once was ok, but twice was asking for some kind of trouble, but then he said D Son, you go for it, in fact I might as well join you This time as I heard him unzip his bag and slide down his underwear, I knew I was much more conscious of what his cock might look like. In the dark, I couldn't see a thing, not even a silhouette. I found myself imagining his naked body as I stroked my dick. I knew he was very hairy, that was sexy anyway, but did the hair go all the way down to his pubes? Were those hairs darker than his chest hairs (like Darren's were)? Was dad's dick bigger or smaller than mine? I remember being very impressed when I saw it swaying when I'd get the odd glimpse of him in the shower, but of course, I was young then, I was bound to be impressed by the size of any man's dick, but something told me, that even soft, he was a big man. Did he have a frill like me? Was it long like mine? I had a feeling it would be -- I took after him. I found myself trying to think back to those times I'd seen him naked. I tried not to be obvious, but I did really look and I swear I remember extra skin wrapped around the bulge of his helmet. It's funny the things you remember. We were making little gasps as we were enjoying the freedom of working our cocks. It was becoming very erotic. I was fighting my thoughts, my desperate need to just feel dad's cock so see if it was like mine. I tried to push that thought out of my mind, how sick it was to think of touching your own father's erect penis but ....... we were in the middle of nowhere, the usual rules didn't apply here. I felt that dad and I were now closer than ever. It was like whatever happened on this trip was private and no one else would ever know. That's what gave me the courage..... J Dad? D Yes (he rasped cause he was in mid wank) J It feels so good out here doesn't it? D You bet, miles from anywhere J I feel so free D So do I J Dad? D Yes (almost sighing, like I was interrupting his thoughts) J Can I touch your dick? D WHAT? (as if he didn't hear me properly) J To help you D I don't need any help son I was so nervous, not even sure what I was saying. I couldn't give up. I told myself I wasn't seeing him as my father, but just as another horny man that I could make his orgasm feel even better by taking over and for me, it would be great to touch another man's cock again -- it'd been way too long. J Please dad, I'm so horny, right now. You don't have to do anything Just let me wank you, it'd be way better with someone else helping D But you're not just anyone else J Uh? D You're my son, - fathers and sons just don't do that kind of thing J Oh dad, forget all that, it's got nothing to you being my dad, it's just really helping you get off. I'm not asking you to touch mine (and then I kind of teased him) ..... but you can if you want He knew I was teasing and that kind of relaxed him a little. I think he knew deep down it would be much better if he had another hand working his cock and did it really matter that it was me? There was no one else around and we were never going to tell anyone. I could just sense him weakening. D Oh erm.... just a man on man kind of thing? J Exactly, nothing more than a guy helping you to blow. I've done it heaps of times At the time, I'm sure I was just horny, I wasn't thinking of him as my dad, I couldn't even see him, I just was curious about what his cock felt like. I didn't even give him the chance to protest anymore. I held my breath as I reached across to trace its shape. I could feel that his hand was still wrapped around it, and I gently wrapped my fingers around his fist and without having to say anything, he took his hand away. Suddenly I was feeling his warm, solid, slimy cock in my hand. It felt amazing. First of all I was impressed, it really was a fist full -- one of the biggest I'd ever felt. It was even slightly bigger than my own and I know guys were always impressed by mine. My cock pulsed just knowing I had this massive cock in my hands. And it pulsed again when I heard his sharp intake of breath as he felt another man squeezing his hard dick -- probably for the first time by a man. I knew I could do a good job, way better than any woman could. I knew how a cock liked to be stroked for maximum pleasure, how to flick a finger over a sensitive knob, I knew how hard to grasp and the right rate to use to make sure his floodgates were opened as wide as possible. Dad was going to have the orgasm of his life! In the darkness, I wanked him and had my own cock in my other hand, matching the rhythm. I imagined that he would be feeling the same excitement and urges that I was having only I was in control of his orgasm -- making it way more intense. He didn't say anything, he didn't have to, I could tell by his rapid panting that he was trying to control himself and last as long as possible. I wanted to do the best job on him, show him what an expert I was, show him how good it was to have another man work his cock. Maybe he'd understand a little more about man on man sex, realising only another man really knows how to excite another man -- or maybe that was just wishful thinking. I'm sure he'd had lots of amazing experiences with dozens of women. Just that thought made me grip harder and work him, really wanting to show him that I could be better than any woman. I was exciting myself as well, not just the pleasures I was giving myself but the images of my dad's cock fucking so many different pussies and giving supreme pleasures to dozens of women. Our cocks squelched together, our frills rubbing over our helmets, I could feel his excess skin tightly tucked under his knob ridge and knew it was probably exactly like mine. I think the reality of him being my dad just blurred away and I treated his cock like I had so many other men in my life. I was well skilled with lots of practice just like him and I wanted to show off how good I was. Our bodies were squirming together, but separately. My outstretched arms and tightly gripped fists were around two rock solid, pulsing cocks. I know at the time, I'd moved beyond thinking they were father and son cocks -- they were just two massive dicks ready to burst! 5 more minutes and I'd reached the point of no return. I was desperate to cum and I only hoped that dad was at the same stage. It was important that he shot first so that I could concentrate on him and then on me -- that was only right. I loosened the grip on my cock and put all my energies into masturbating dad's cock. He was squirming madly, panting loudly and I knew he was just seconds away from release. I didn't slow down, I kept going and as I felt the tiniest ripple and quickest second of his cum shooting up his shaft and then exploding in the darkness. His pants turned to long satisfied groans as I imagined rope after rope of sperm shooting up and splattering everything around us. I even felt some of the warm drops splash on my arm. Eventually I showed mercy and slowed the pace, he actually reached out and pushed my hand off his shaft. He'd had enough teasing and needed to settle down. That just gave me the time to concentrate on my own cock. It was extra slimy as my pre had continued to leak down my shaft while I was concentrating on his cock. The slicking sounds sounded loud and wet and with a tiring fist, I tightly wanked my cock to explosion levels. Like dad, my ropes of sperm were powerful and must have leapt up in the air and then fell down on us like a water fountain. The relief was just amazing as the ropes weakened ending up in little jolts as I loosened my grip and let the hot flushes wave over my body. In the quietness, dad said D FUCK!!! I just had to assume it was a satisfied `fuck' meaning `that was the best orgasm I've ever had, rather than a horrified `fuck' meaning `oh shit, what have we just done?' I didn't want to question anything and so I just laughed to myself, pleased with the expert job I had done and that he'd must have been really impressed by my experienced technique. J You OK dad? He didn't answer and I didn't want to push it. We could talk about this whole thing in the morning when we'd properly recovered. I felt him sit up and start to wipe himself down. I did the same thing in silence, almost wishing he'd reach out to touch me or at least say he'd enjoyed it, but it was all quiet, so I just had to accept he was working everything out in his head. As for me, I just had this wonderful feeling of satisfaction. I'd had the most intense orgasm and I'd managed to do the same to another man -- did it matter that it was my dad? I couldn't be bothered to think about that right then as the whole experience made me dead tired and ready to fall asleep.