Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2024 05:50:27 +0000 From: Jack Pearce Subject: Jaxon seduces his dad -- 3 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. Night 3 - Dad masturbates Jaxon Last night I had every intention of talking to dad in the morning about what happened -- how I helped him masturbate, how I held my own father's erect penis. Shit -- it sounds wild even just thinking about it -- I mean I held the dick that made me! More than that I'd heard him having the most amazing orgasm.... felt his cock pulse a massive load over my fingers... the seed that had made me... running slowly over them I lay there thinking what a pity we'd done it in the dark... trying to imagine what his face looked like when he came.... I knew some guys expressions never changed beyond closing their eyes and letting out a long groan... that their cum thrusts were hardly any different to their other movements... but dad sounded like he was that rare sort of guy who gave himself totally to the moment... but was it enjoyment or just sheer relief? I fell asleep thinking about what we'd say to each other but when we woke up in the morning, there was deffo an atmosphere and it seemed that dad didn't want to talk about it and that made it awkward for me as well, so we just got on with our day, walking and exploring and generally having a great time together, but there was something not `quite right' about us and I put it down to what we'd done. As much as I wanted to talk about it, every time I tried to change the subject dad changed it back, deliberately pointing out some view that was still the same as it was since we'd camped here years ago, how when we'd climbed the rocks and I'd got stuck, the day he'd scared the shit out of me yelling he'd seen a croc in the lake when I was swimming, stuff like that, as if his mind was trying to block out his own thoughts about what we'd done together. Maybe he didn't realize, or want to realize that what had happened was as big a deal for me as it was him... and perhaps that was my fault... I'd been so matter-of-fact about gay sex... like it was nothing... but I knew somehow that this was different. And I had all day to think about it. On one hand, I told myself there was nothing that wrong about two guys having a wank together after some real horny chat. It was just about getting relieved. I mean that's all it was, in the dark, just one hand wanking another man's cock. BUT, and it was the main thing -- HE WAS MY DAD!! That made everything so weird. Was it really such a big deal? I guess in dad's mind it must have been -- as for me, I thought that if he didn't have a problem with it, it shouldn't bother me either. But he obviously did have a problem with it, the whole thing, not just the father and son dynamic, and that told me that no matter how horny I'd thought last night was, well, maybe I should have a problem with it too... that whatever bond we had rediscovered was kind of damaged. I hoped it wasn't a permanent thing. I kept telling myself it was no big deal and dad would come around. I guess when we were back in our tent lying silently in the dark, that's when dad felt he could talk about things -- he'd obviously thinking about it all day. He cleared his throat and I waited, I knew that sound of old, a bad school report, a complaint from mum about my behavior, plants I'd damaged in the garden playing football... even that first father and son chat about sex. It was the start of what I always thought of as `the dad chat'... I had no idea what he was going to say, so I waited for him to make the first move. D I guess we should talk about last night J Sure, for me it was no big deal I wondered if he could tell I was lying? He'd always been able to catch me out even when I was a kid. Mum had just raised her eyebrows and got on with it whereas dad always knew... like he had some sort of parental sixth sense... D Honestly? J Yeah dad, don't get hung up about it. We had a wank together -- so what? D You know it was more than that J It wasn't for me.... Shit! There I was lying again! Was he giving me the chance to tell him the truth, just like he'd always none... to redeem myself from an out and out lie... maybe if I opened up he would too... but I couldn't... Then dad hit the nail on the head, as far as he was concerned, as far as we both should have been concerned... D You know I'm not that stupid I don't know it's the kind of thing some guys do together... but... J But? D Well.... it's not the kind of thing a dad and son do together J Not usually no, but does it really matter? We were both horny and I gave you a hand job. He sighed and said he wished he could be as relaxed about it as I was Hell! I wished I could be as blasé as I was trying to sound... you know... that moment when a guy says, `I'd like you to stay over but I gotta be up early in the morning'... you just go, `yeah that's cool' whether it is or it isn't... J Has it changed anything between us? D No, of course not J So? D You make it sound so `normal', like there's nothing wrong about it J Dad -- you're overthinking it. You know something, If the same thing happened again -- it wouldn't bother me. You know how much better it feels when someone else helps you cum -- it's way more exciting.... Be honest, girls have wanked you off before? D Sure J And be honest, didn't I do a better job? I grinned and laughed waiting for his answer. D Well...... He gave a low chuckle... but that was the only response I got. J See..... so dad -- get over it. It's just you and me here, nobody else needs to know about it. Our secret ok? D When you say it like that, it sounds so logical. Then why does it worry me so much? J Out here dad, nothing matters D I guess not. Are you as good as seducing all your gay lovers like this? He laughed again, but I knew it was that sort of laugh people make when they are trying to hide their embarrassment... I wondered if dad could hear me smiling in the dark? The bond that we had formed over the last couple of days was coming back and I was so relieved about that. I know I didn't see my dad anything like a lover BUT I did love him! That was a big difference for me. We were quiet for a while but then dad asked a question that really stunned me. D Son, do you think gay sex is as passionate and intimate as straight sex? J Dad! Get you! D Hey son, you're the expert not me. Isn't it just... J Just? D Well you know...just... J Just fucking you mean? D Well yeah since you put it like that... I wasn't sure why he was asking... or why he wanted to know but I decided to tell him like it was... sometimes. J Oh deffo dad. It's not about the sex of the person, it's about the love and connection you have for them D Wow, you sound so mature -- listen to you, giving your dad lessons in love , but I mean the actual act J You mean is fucking a man as good as fucking a woman? D Well er...... yes, if you want to put it like that J Dad.... for me... it's even better, cause it's who I am. And FYI a man's ass is much tighter than a woman's pussy... This time we both laughed together. D Hey TMI...... but........ is it? J You bet dad, look it's just another natural hole, ok it needs lube, but the feeling of sliding inside is just awesome. It really feels like the tightest pussy and don't forget dad I've been there too! And I had... he knew that... so why did it feel so important to remind him? I could almost hear dad thinking it over. I could tell he was genuinely trying to figure out gay sex and I loved him for trying to understand. But was he trying to understand for himself or trying to be `dad' and understand my lifestyle? Fuck! All my life sex had been so straight forward, whether it was good bad or indifferent... you met... scored... fucked... came and left... Ok perhaps it hadn't been so straight forward with Darren. No matter how complicated that situation had been we had loved each other... but with dad? I smiled to myself as I thought about him trying to figure out the various sex positions in his mind. So I guess I was more prepared about his next question D Does it hurt? J You mean getting rooted? D Uhuh, you know what I mean J Well, once you get used to it, I mean it takes a bit of practice, but it's the most amazing feeling, there must be as many nerve endings in an asshole as there are in a pussy, because you can just feel every tiny movement. D Practice? Lol you mean like tennis? J Well yeah, it's not natural at first. I mean your asshole is used to pushing stuff out ... D JAXON! J Well it is...so you have to get used to it doing something very different like sliding something hard in... D Now that is TMI (laughing) J Well you asked, but dad, it's so worth it, once you get used to it. Like everything, practice makes it all better. You must remember your first time with girls, how it took a couple of goes to get it right? D Yeah I guess so... I wondered if there'd ever been a time when a guy like dad was unsure about anything? Had r his first sexual experiences ever been anything like mine... quick fumbles and even quicker orgasms... J On top of all that dad, there's just as many positions for gay sex as there is for straight sex so there are so many different feelings D I guess J Dad, the main thing is what you always told me, if the love and passion are there, then it's the best sex in the world whether you're the top or the bottom -- both can be fucking awesome -- literally... Hell I sounded such an expert... such a... whore! And I didn't want to sound like that... I wanted to sound like me... the real me. I think dad was trying to figure out what to ask next -- it was all such new territory for him. I decided to save him the trouble and make the next move. J Dad, I gotta admit you got me solid with all those questions....so? D Son, is this really wise? J What happened yesterday? Anything awful? Did your cock fall off? Were you arrested by the incest police? Did we stop loving each other? No!! We've just had the best chat ever, we were just open and honest and now we're both fucking horny! D SHIT! I wish you hadn't said that word? J What? Fucking horny? D No -- incest! J Dad, I know what it means. It means a man fucking his kids -- we're nowhere near there. Don't let your mind even go there D Is it really as easy as that for you to put out of your mind? J Yes!! It wasn't but if I tried hard enough... thought back to the way his cock had felt in my hand... replayed the sound of his rising breaths... the scent of his precum as it lubricated my fist... the cry caught in his throat when he came... then he could be any casual Saturday night pick-up... couldn't he? J I just feel like a good wank, like we've done over the past couple of nights. It's a huge relief and then we get to sleep really well. And if you just get over your hang ups, I'll give you another one of my special Jack hand jobs. Dad couldn't help laughing. Whatever I said did the trick because he didn't even answer me. I heard the zip of his sleeping bag being pulled down, sensed the movement of his body as he lifted his hips, heard the sound of cotton underwear sliding down over bare skin...and then the soft groan as he began masturbating. I heard the change in his breath, the slick sound of his foreskin moving up and down. And I breathed in the unmistakable scent of an aroused cock. This time without asking permission, I reached over and slid my hand over his and then I heard a long sigh as he moved his hand away and I felt his warm sticky shaft in my hand once again. J How's this dad? D (After a big, long sigh) Feels great son J Dad? D Uhuh? (dreamily) J Want to return the favour? D WHAT? Maybe that was one step too far... J Hold my cock dad D Not sure about that son...I mean... J Please dad, I'm sooooo horny right now D I don't have your expertise son J (Laughing) Oooohhhh dad, you've been a wanker for years. Of course you do!! It'll be second nature to you D You're a real seducer aren't you? We both laughed in the darkness. D I guess you DO take after your old man. You use that line on all your conquests? J Only the ones I fancy... The laughter stopped. There! I'd said it. Now there was only silence and I could have kicked myself. Was I really flirting with my own dad? I had to take a step backwards. J Sorry dad, I was just getting carried away. I'm just so horny right now, I'd say anything for another man to make me blow. It's as simple as that. D Well I know what you mean J Go on then dad. Wank me off. Pleassssse Again there was silence and I thought I'd really had blown it. But to my great pleasure, I felt dad cautiously touching my thigh, his thick warm fingers slowly, awkwardly trying to trace the position of my leaking cock, the way his hand paused momentarily when he realized I was almost naked beside him. He soon found it and I groaned, wrapping my fist tightly around his as he took my cock in his hand. He said nothing. But at least he didn't move his hand away... even when I lifted my butt and slipped my undies further down my thighs, letting my cock spring up, solid and wet... and he got the message... It was electric having another man's hands around my dick. It had been so long. My fingers gripped against his and I got him into my rhythm. I held my breath as I loosened my grip and let him carry on, on his own, and to my relief, he continued...slowly...expertly working my dick. I moaned loud to encourage him, arched my hips, pushing my cock up into his hand, throwing my head back as I surrendered to his touch... And it worked. We silently tugged each other's cocks. Dad didn't hold back as I expertly squeezed his shaft up and down and masturbated him like I've done to myself so many times, only with someone else doing it, you didn't have that complete control and so the excitement was almost unbearable. Hell we could so easily have done so much more... explored each other's bushes... played with each other's balls... had some kind of foreplay... but I had to remind myself this was just a wank... no matter who was doing what to who... that's all it was... I was right about one thing. Dad was no novice when it came to wanking. It might have been the first hard cock he'd ever held, apart from his own, but he was doing a great job. He was working his fist the whole length of my dick, slowly sliding my foreskin back and over my leaking helmet, changing the pressure of his grip. Just as I was doing to him... My moans weren't just for show either -- I could feel that churning in the pit of my stomach, feel my balls starting to tighten as each expert stroke brought my climax closer and closer... my breaths coming in short loud pants... a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on my body... the fine hairs in my pits sticking to my damp skin... my legs starting to jerk like they had a mind of their own... my toes curling... It was like we both desperately wanted to cum and so by wanking each other's cocks, it was like we were wanking our own. Usually I'd slow down just before I was about to explode only so that I could concentrate on feeling the powerful spurts that would erupt in the air, but with dad fisting my cock, I had no control and as I tried fighting back that urge to hold on, I had to let go and lie back and just let dad jerk me off and he kept jerking as I was groaning at the top of my voice, lost in a brilliant orgasm. Then I came! Powerful spurts that felt like they could have reached the tent roof and splashed down like warm rain on my belly and chest... It was amazing, waves of ecstasy rippled through my body, the ripples becoming waves, rising higher and higher until I lost it completely as he squeezed ropes of cum out of me until they reduced to a trickle and leaked down over his fingers. I had to beg him to stop cause he wouldn't stop squeezing as if he didn't want it to end, but it began to hurt -- it was oversensitive. My body was jerking uncontrollably and in the end I had to forcefully move his hand away. At the same time, I was holding onto his cock like my fingers were glued to it... trying to imagine in the dark what it looked like as my fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft... moving his foreskin slowly up and down... the slimy swollen flesh of his knob in the palm of my hand... the ridge becoming more defined with each steady stroke... He deserved the same treatment. I was spent so I could fully concentrate on him. I half leant over towards him and buried my face in his shoulder. I just wanted to get closer to him to show how grateful I was for how he'd just made me feel and I wanted to feel him experience his orgasm. I breathed into his neck and felt his warm sweaty body pressing against mine. I could feel his body jerking as I felt his cock pulsing and spurting in my hand. It was so intense. And there it was, that same cry as the night before... was it louder, more abandoned or was I just imagining it? I felt every shudder of his body against mine, felt the uncontrolled kick of his legs as the sensations raced from his cock and tore through his entire being...lost in that moment of euphoria as I continued to milk him dry. His body was damp and I smelt the fresh cum as it sprayed down on us. He was panting as if he'd run as if he'd run a marathon. His whole body jerked as I touched his exposed slimy helmet, like he was suddenly in pain and he moved my hand away... enough was enough.... that moment when your body comes back to earth with a bump.... When you look around the room and decided it's time you were leaving... I let him enjoy his orgasm, just lying close to him, I felt his pulse slow back down and his breathing returned to normal. They were two really hectic orgasms that we'd just given each other. I was still breathing into his neck, I felt like flinging my arms around him and I wanted to slide on top him just to be closer and hug his clammy body as we recovered together from the whole experience. It's what I wanted to do, but my inner voice was saying -- no, that's going too far. He's your father! Why couldn't it be like the days when he used to take me in his arms and squeeze me?, Kissing the top of my forehead so I'd feel safe and loved. Back then I'd never wanted his hug to end. Why couldn't we do that right now? I felt I could almost curl up in his arms again. Shit why did something so innocent seem so wrong? Well I guess it wasn't innocent, I wasn't ten anymore when that kind of intimacy between a dad and his son was so simple and straight forward. Now I was an adult who was supposedly responsible and had a mind of his own. I knew I had to do the right thing, even if I didn't want to do it. I moved away from him and mopped myself clean. I felt dad move next to me, fumbling in the dark for something to wipe himself down with. Was this night going to end like the other nights where we'd sink into silence? Surely this night felt different from the rest. I was dying to talk to him to really work out what was happening between us. Just like I had with Darren... But back then I was in love. Back then it was the pure afterglow between two people who had placed their entire trust in each other... And now? What was I? And what was dad? I felt I had to do something and I moved my hand to touch his face, he brushed it away. D No son, we've had our fun, let's leave it like that for tonight We can talk about it tomorrow if you want. Some things are better left unsaid I didn't argue, I was disappointed but I didn't want to ruin the deeper connection we seem to have made. I lay there in the dark trying to figure it all out. Maybe dad was doing the same? Could I still blame it all on comparing dad to Darren, or was this something more? Boys are supposed to love their dads -- of course, and I loved mine, but this was something more than that. This was deeper. Hell! Was I actually finding my own father sexually attractive? Was that even possible? I felt that if he was a random stranger, I deffo would be attracted to him, he was still handsome, he did have a sexy, hairy body, even if the years had made it softer, less muscled than in his prime...but that didn't matter...and now I knew he had a great-sized cock too. He was perfect, expect for ONE UNDENIABLE FACT -- he was my dad!!! I knew I had to fight against the thoughts I was having about him -- they were sick, they weren't allowed, they were ILLEGAL!! but that didn't make them go away. I had block my imagination of what might be possible. I just couldn't go there! I knew that whatever he was thinking -- about whether he liked it or not, he'd be worried about the same thing. I wished I knew what was going on in his mind. Maybe it was something that we would work out together -- but how do you even start talking about something like that? - especially when everything might only be in MY mind, and maybe dad was just regretting the whole thing! The one thing I did know, had always known, was that my dad wasn't gay. Whether he knew that I knew he had women all over town he never said but I'd picked up stuff from buddy's who'd overheard their own fathers talking about him and his reputation... Maybe all this was just another experience for him... nothing more... nothing less... Well if it was that was fine but I really felt that we had to talk about it, however the moment, if it ever existed was passed, dad had already zipped up his sleeping bag and turned his back towards me. Was he asleep fully satisfied that he'd just cum or was he thinking about `us' or was that just me? It was all too intense and the fact that I'd cum made me want to sleep and try not to think what it all meant.... We'd deal with it tomorrow.