Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 22:59:48 +0000 From: Jack Pearce Subject: Jaxon seduces his dad -- 5 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 5 Night 4 -- Jaxon sucks and humps dad Ok, so I hadn't got any answers from dad whilst we were skinny dipping... but at least I had got a chance to see he still had the awesome body I remembered from when I was a kid. Sure, some things had changed. He still had same broad chest with its thick covering of hair only now the hair was greyer, his pecs a little looser and maybe he was carrying a few extra pounds around his waist. But the same man was there all right. His bush was still a dense dark tangle of curls and his cock, even at rest, was still pretty awe-inspiring... I remembered looking that morning and suddenly realizing that whilst I'd not developed the same powerful physique, or the same body hair, I had inherited my father's dick. Same shape, almost the same size and with the same long frill of foreskin that covered our well-defined helmets.... But now there was one big difference between then and now. Back then I'd admired him for his sheer masculinity and wanted to be like him when I grew up. Now that same manliness was acting like a drug on my senses filling me with that same want and desire dad must have stirred up in every woman he'd ever made love to, such a want and desire I couldn't think about anything else except having sex with him again. And I knew we only had one more night together... Yet if anything that whole chat on the pontoon flagged up even more questions than I'd started with... Whilst dad hadn't said too much about us, I kept thinking that it was what he hadn't said that was more important. Yes he'd said we'd had sex because we were both horny... but he hadn't shut the conversation down completely... I kept thinking about what we'd done and how more intimate it had felt each time... maybe it wasn't so much the sex. After all any guy can wank you off but intimacy... true intimacy... well that's different... so maybe THAT'S what dad was afraid of, had been afraid of all his life and perhaps that's why none of the women he'd had sex with had stuck around and become a more permanent feature of his life... I knew how powerful intimacy could be, and how scary it felt to emotionally commit yourself to the point where you were totally open about how you felt. After all I'd been there with Darren. Intimacy put the whole sex-thing on a completely different plain. Darren and I had taught each other not to be afraid of understanding your own needs and desires, not just to understand them but vocalize them too... Hadn't I done that with dad? All that stuff I'd said about being cuddled, feeling close, wanting to be held, all those were my honest feelings. So what were dad's? However, none of that stopped us having another great day together. We hiked through a valley and clambered up the sides. It was steamy and humid and as I trailed him for most of the time, like I'd always done... dad choosing the best path to climb, sussing out the easiest way up a rock face... I knew all those thoughts were making me look at him in a different way... When I was a kid I'd just admired his strength when he grabbed my hand and hauled me up a steep path, the way the muscles rippled under his skin as we climbed... back then he was my dad, the big guy who knew everything and kept me safe... But now? Now I saw a damp sweaty patch forming on the back of his singlet and slowly spread across the whole of his back and then extend downwards to the top of his shorts. And separately, a dark patch developed between his butt cheeks. I tried not to stare at it and picture what he'd look like naked but my imagination was already out of control. I remembered the first time I'd ever seen a guys hairy butt up close. I couldn't remember his name but I sure remembered the sight of his pucker half hidden by his crack hairs... the scent as I'd steeled myself to get closer... the feel of those hairs on my tongue as I'd started to rim him cautiously, then hungrily, more aggressively, feeling his pucker twitch, hearing his moans as his butt-hole pushed out, blossoming on my tongue until I got inside him... the musky semi-sweet taste as I'd burrowed deeper and deeper... surprised that such a masculine guy loved being rimmed so much. And now THAT guy could be dad. Or could he? Now I imagined seeing his muscular sweaty cheeks with the dark curls of hair poking out, him bending over and allowing me to explore his sexiest, most secret erogenous zone, a place that he probably never even knew existed and had no idea of the pleasure it could offer. Those thoughts brought back memories of my first rim. The lad had been a little younger than me, certainly less experienced, but his frenzied reactions, part disbelief and part ecstasy as I'd unlocked the unknown secrets of his body as he lay sprawled out in front of me were amazing... his legs spread... his smooth butt slightly raised off the bed...there to be savored and devoured... Now I could so imagine it was dad sprawled out on his stomach and letting me explore his ass, first with my tongue, giving him a pleasure he'd never known and then giving him the ultimate experience of having my cock in his hole. FFFUUCCCKKKKKKK I couldn't control my overactive imagination. What was the point of torturing myself like that? Dreaming of something that could never possibly happen. I had to calm myself, my cock was leaking as much as my body was sweating. I was really loving this father son bonding time. I tried my best not to think about him naked, or us having sex, I wanted to concentrate on making the most of this quality time together, renewing that bond that we used to have. The way dad and I laughed and talked through the day was like he'd put the whole couple of nights behind us and wasn't letting it ruin our time together. But... ...in the back of my mind was the fact that we had one more night to go. I wasn't giving up hope of a repeat performance but had to handle it carefully. If we'd done it twice, no reason why we couldn't masturbate each other one more time. So the evening started as it usually did -- me collecting the wood, dad getting the fire going, me lining up the beer cans and him cooking beans in a pan. Just like we'd done so many times in the past... Only whether dad admitted it or not this time it was different. This time we weren't a father and his young son, we were two adults who'd known each other intimately, sexually...incestuously... and enjoyed each other's bodies. Also we both knew it was our last night and neither of us was in a rush to go into our tent and miss out on one last vision of the stary skies you just never saw in the city. I knew that whatever might happen between us could wait. And so I was just enjoying sitting in front of the fire and chatting with him. The beers were doing their trick of relaxing us again and I noticed that dad was keeping pace with me. We were chatting, but not talking. Talking would have meant looking into that dark chasm that seemed to open up between us whenever there was a lull in the conversation. Or maybe the time for talking has passed? Maybe dad and I were beyond words? We had both finished our third can and I went to get our fourth. Then, instead of sitting on a log on the other side of the fire, I sat cross-legged on the ground between his legs, just like I had as a kid. Then there had been something protective about the warmth of his body and now, strangely enough, ten years on it still felt the same as we silently drank our beer and watched the flames and listened to the crackles of the logs. Dad's thighs spread wider and when I leaned back and perhaps for him too the night sky and the dancing flames were taking him back in time because he started to stroke my hair. It felt so reassuring and reminded me of how he used to do the same thing when we camped together all those years ago. It was a wonderful memory and I wondered if he was having the same reflections. I was going to remind him, but I didn't want to ruin the silence we were both enjoying. The gentle caresses of his fingers were almost sending me to sleep. I relaxed back even further to get more comfortable and I realized I was resting my head against his crotch. What stirred me up was the surreal feeling that I could vaguely feel the bulge of his hardening shaft against the back of my head. Yet he made no attempt to move me away. If that rising mound wasn't his dick unfurling what else could it be? His pockets were either side of him, my head was directly pressing against his crotch; it just had to be his cock. I held my breath, it felt like this was a real pivotal moment and I didn't want to ruin it. He must have felt my head against his groin, but did he realize that I could detect his growing erection? And if he did what was he thinking....? Was he thinking about how my fingers had felt as they explored his body in the dark, how that touch had excited him, he way he'd moaned as another man's hand had wrapped itself around his cock, stroking and caressing, yet knowing it wasn't just another man's touch but his own son's?... Not caring to stop and think about what was wrong and what was right but just enjoying the moment? I sat there in the silence, keeping my head firmly between his thighs as he continued to run his fingers through my hair. I only had one thought -- whether he admitted it to himself or not... the pressure of my head against his tenting dick was making him horny... I knew that and so did he. Was he really thinking about what might happen later? And even though he denied it earlier on, maybe he really wanted us to masturbate together? We both knew what an amazing relief it was to let someone else wank you and make you cum. Did he want that one more time? My own cock felt as hard as his, I longed to adjust myself, to let it grow upwards instead of down the leg of my shorts which was getting uncomfortable. I couldn't resist tugging on my pants to free my cock and let it strain upwards. Did he realise? The atmosphere suddenly felt tense -- was it just me? Maybe it was the 4 beers but the fact that he was still stroking my hair as I was pressing against his hard on and he was making no effort to move away, gave me the courage to take another cautious step. I very slowly turned my head so that my cheek was now resting against his crotch. He took a sharp intake of breath but the amazing thing was he continued to stroke my hair and didn't back away. I was thinking -- FUCK!! if only I knew how far I could go without ruining this scene. Hell! I practically felt I was walking in a mine field and that any second now, a bomb would go off and the whole mood would change. But I turned a little more and this time dad stopped stroking. I held my breath just like I would have if I'd felt I'd actually stood on a mine, desperately hoping that any tiny movement wouldn't set it off. But of course, with a mine, you can't just stay still, you either have to back off or try going forward and sensing in your guts that it's the right decision. I turned more and I swear I felt his shaft pulse though his cotton pants. Was that my imagination -- was that even possible? Then I got a whiff of something else, it wasn't the smoke from the fire; it was the faint smell of a damp groin and fresh precum. Was that my dad leaking in his pants? My heart was racing. The only thing dad had done, was to stop stroking my hair, no way did he push me away. I was going to carry on in my mine field! Twisting around even further I nuzzled my face in his groin. Now there could be no mistaking what I was doing. He'd either have to push me away or keep perfectly still and...... he was keeping perfectly still. I held my breath, brought my hand up to his bulge and gently squeezed my fingers around the shape of his dick. His breathing stopped but my hand didn't. Yet as much as I traced the outline of his cock through his shorts, I knew I couldn't wank him while his dick was covered. I was too nervous to look up at him -- he probably didn't even want me to, somehow, I knew that. I reached up and popped the top button of his pants and then slowly drew down the zip. Slowly, so slowly, expecting that at any moment his hand would come down firmly on mine and say `No Jaxon. No' But he made no attempt to stop me. If anything, I swear he leaned back a little further, making it easier to tug his zip down all the way... It seemed like I was moving in slow motion. The zip went down and his pants opened up like a `V' and the bulge in his black trunks became obvious. It was dark, he was wearing black, but I could make out the strong, solid pole that was now more strongly smelling of fresh pre. He gasped when I reached upwards and paused when I felt the damp patch around his knob. I kept my hand there for a second but he didn't move -- so I took that as a sign for me to carry on. Using my other hand to peel down the band of his trunks, I saw the bunched tip of his foreskin, the frill beaded with precum. Finally, I was seeing the cock I'd only felt in the darkness. Dad's briefs tucked easily under his balls, lifting his full sac tight under his impressive cock as it slapped back against his belly. I don't know why but I wasn't brave enough to try and maneuver his pants and trunks right off him. Instead I just held his bare pulsating cock in my hands and smelled its strong bitter sweet musk. So far, this really wasn't much different to the other two nights, where I'd held his cock and masturbated him until he blew, but the circumstances were so different. We weren't lying side by side in our sleeping bags; I was crouched between his legs with my face only inches away from his seeping cock. There was no way I could resist what stood directly in front of my mouth. Without hesitating I leaned forward, opened my mouth and let my lips slide over his helmet, locking my lips around the shaft just below the ridge. He gave another gasp, longer this time, lower, almost a groan but again put up no resistance. That gave me all the more confidence. I tasted dad! Tasted and swallowed his pre, massaging the swollen flesh of his exposed helmet with my tongue which only caused more precum to be discharged. He tasted amazing, I'd tasted so many guys before him, but somehow, he was the best -- maybe because it was the most similar to mine -- who knew? I knelt upwards and sank my head lower over his cock and took in a couple more inches. My love of oral sex had made me something of an expert and I knew exactly what to do and how to stimulate him the best way. Eventually I had 4 inches of dad-cock in my mouth and I carried on gently sucking, drawing up more precum and easily able to swallow the continuous trickle. With one hand still holding his thick shaft, slowly milking I used the other one and tugged and rolled his dangling balls, weighing them in my hands, impressed by their size and weight. I pulled and squeezed and sucked his cock harder, as his moans grew louder. And then to my delight, I felt his hand back on the top of my hand. This time he wasn't stroking my hair, but slowly guiding my head to and fro in sync with my rhythm. For the first time it seemed as if dad had abandoned all his inhibitions and we were working together and that was an awesome feeling. Now the only thing that mattered to me was giving my dad the best blow job he'd ever had. I'd show him how experienced I was and what a great technique I had. And despite the fact that my own cock was pulsating in my briefs for now it was all about dad's pleasure. For once my own needs didn't seem to matter. I flicked my tongue lightly across his knob and I twisted my hand as I worked his shaft, I pulled on his balls like I was milking a cow, only really I was milking my dad! I heard his breathing getting raspy and the pressure on the back of my head got firmer. I knew all the signs. He wasn't going to last as long as many of the guys I'd sucked but then no man, never mind his own son had never sucked him off before. I was snorting through my nose, my neck was getting stiff and my lips were going numb but none of that mattered. I was deliberately ignoring the stiffness and stickiness in my pants. Dad's pleasure came first! I squeezed harder and then, as he began to pull my hair his groans grew louder... I knew he was about to blow and I readied myself to swallow his entire load. He grunted and then whooooosh, his cock exploded in my mouth in a series of powerful spurts against the back of my throat. There was so much cum I swear if I hadn't been such an expert, I would have gagged and choked on his first explosion, but I was determined that wasn't going to happen. I kept going, his legs kicking, his strong body jolting as his spurts grew weaker and weaker... the warm salty taste of his seed filling my mouth. As his orgasm subsided, so did my movements. I didn't want to over-tease his sensitive knob. I wanted him to know that I knew how to handle a cock and when the best time to stop was. Maybe something many of his women lovers didn't know how to gauge? I wondered how many had actually swallowed his cum? I knew when to let his cock plop out and that was the only time my mouth leaked. There were glistening strands of cum between us that broke as I pulled my face away and wiped my mouth. I watched his softening cock shrink before my eyes and almost crawl back into his undies like a scared crab hiding under a rock. All this time, I hadn't looked at him, I just felt it wasn't what he would have wanted, he just wanted to savour his orgasm without having to look me in the face, only to be reminded who it was that was doing the sucking. I understood that. What I didn't understand, was what I was going to do next. My cock was literally throbbing and I felt that any adjustment to it in my undies would be enough to make me cum hands-free. I didn't want to do that -- I wanted to show dad I was still in control. I was also realistic to know that I was never going to get the same treatment from him. He'd probably never sucked a cock in his life -- never mind his son's. I had to work out what to do next..... Finally I had the courage to look up at him. There was a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure on his face, like a shy smile. He looked so sexy, I had to fight my natural instinct to kiss him fully on the lips, to reassure him that nothing was wrong and we'd just both shared the most amazing intimate experience. I was determined not to ruin the mood that we'd created. I had to action my next step very sensitively. I whispered to him "You Ok dad?" He just nodded. That was enough for me. J Dad, I need to cum. You don't need to do anything, just trust me. I looked into his eyes. I saw a fearful look. J It's OK dad, nothing bad is gonna happen. Just lean back He was unsure but he did as I asked. There was something powerful and erotic about the way he lay back on the ground, his pants and undies half way around his thighs, exposing his limp cock lying to one side... a vulnerability I'd never seen in him before.... D Son.... I..... J Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dad. Christ alive there was ME, the son telling the big man to `shhhhhhhhhhh'. How fucking hot was that? I looked down at him. Our eyes met He was looking helplessly back at me waiting for me to decide what to do next. I was on a roll; I knew exactly what I needed to do, exactly what was going to bring me off... the feel of that big powerful body under my own... the sensation of my bare flesh meeting his... Unzipping my shorts and reaching inside my undies I pulled out my full-sized dripping cock with one hand and tugged my pants and undies down with the other. I looked directly into his eyes and saw that his focus had changed from returning my gaze to staring at what I was holding in my hand. I was hoping to see an impressed expression but I only saw his continued confused look. Because I knew how easily I could shoot my load I only dared give my cock a few light strokes, just enough to fully peel back my frill and free my oozing knob, before I lowered myself on to him, taking my full weight on my arms as my elbows rested on the ground either side of his shoulders, looking down on his face... his eyes meeting mine... our gazes locked on each other. As I pressed down my naked hips slid against his... my cock slid through his damp curly bush and as I pressed harder it became wedged between my smooth abdomen and his hairy stomach. I shuddered, groaning with pleasure as my cock made contact with the soft curve of his belly... For a split second I wished I could have felt his whole naked body against mine, but only our hips were exposed. I felt the warm air blowing over my bare bum as I began to hump him. But in my imagination, we were naked, rolling over exploring each other's flesh, our bodies moving against each other, the upward thrust of his hips meeting the downward thrust of mine... Fuck! I was desperate to cum and I knew this way was as good as it was going to get. At least the most intimate parts of our bodies were touching, my cock was sliding against the damp warmth of his soft stomach and the nest of his pubes... those thick hairs I'd long admired already wet with my own precum. SHIT! The friction between us was more than enough to send me over the edge, I looked down at him, our faces only 20 centimeters apart. If he had been any other guy, I would have dived down on his lips and shoved my tongue right in between them coating them with my saliva and kissed them hard. As I ground on top of him those 20 centimeters became 15 and my thrusts grew faster as the feeling in my dick became more intense... the desire to kiss him so strong.. I saw him looking from my eyes to my lips as if he was wondering how he should respond. 15 became 10 and I was sure my face was showing all the signs I was going to shoot. Next thing I knew is that he raised his head off the ground and suddenly our lips made contact and pressed against each other. It certainly wasn't a dad / son kiss, it was a lovers kiss and as I tasted his soft lips, I lost control. I made one final lunge against his pelvis and as our mouths surrendered to each other's eager tongues the tidal wave of my orgasm swept through my whole body. I kissed harder and wrapped my arms around his neck pressing his face against mine so he had no chance of separating from me. The sound of my own rising cries muffled by my father's deep passionate kiss... until with a final long groan in his mouth I came on top of him, burrowing my tongue between his lips, not caring how he felt, my whole body racked by a series of convulsive movements as I came... and came... and came again... the full force of my own orgasm as powerful as it was mind-blowing. But how I desperately wished we were naked so we could touch each other's bodies and he could feel my whole body sliding against his, slowing down as the strength drained from my dick... slumping against him... breathless, sweaty and spent.. For a while I lay on top of him as I recovered my senses, both of us more dressed than undressed, a sticky mess gluing our bodies together. As I got my breath back, I suddenly became scared of what I'd done. I'd lost sense of who he actually was and I'd kissed him in a way I'd only ever kissed Darren, with intense love and passion. And suddenly reality had hit me -- my deep love for dad had suddenly turned sexual and that kiss spoke volumes, more than anything else it revealed the emotions between us. I so wanted dad to hold me tight right now and say everything was alright but he didn't. He was like a marble statue, fixed in the one position, almost like he was in shock. I raised myself up to my knees and then stood up. I looked down at the sticky mess I'd deposited around his groin and thighs -- the aftermath of our lovemaking. Dad sat up and shuffled up his pants covering his limp cock back up. He said he was going to wash himself in the river... and there he was... back to being dad again... as if the man I'd just made love to... the man who had kissed me with the same passion as I'd kissed him... was suddenly gone... vanished as if he'd never existed beyond a dream... It was obvious he didn't want to talk about what we'd just done and as much as I wanted to, I knew this was not the moment. Whoever that man had been, however deep he lurked inside my father's mind, somehow dad had managed to shut him away again.... So I meekly pulled up my pants and watched him walk into the darkness. My mind was scrambling, what had I just done? And I really felt it was down to `me'. Dad hadn't given me any encouragement.... or had he? He could have pulled away when I started to sniff his crotch or pulled down his zipper -- he didn't. Surely that meant he was as responsible as me? I knew I was looking for someone to blame, but I should have been thinking more about excitement and the satisfaction about what had just happened. It was too mindboggling to analyze right then. I doused the flames and flattened the burnt logs and leaving just a red glow that was the only light around. I heard dad come back. Naked and holding his clothes in front of his crotch, he went straight into the tent without saying anything. That silence told me everything! His silence before had given me the permission to touch and suck his cock, and then lie on top of him and make love to him but his silence now was telling me that it was all over. I went off to the river and dipped myself in the cold water washing away the glow of the most overwhelming orgasm I'd ever had and I knew it wasn't just the physical side of it but a new consuming love that I'd found for my dad. I had no idea how we were going to negotiate it or excuse what we'd done -- this time we seemed to have really crossed a line that couldn't be ignored. I walked back to the tent and as I dried myself, I saw dad tucked into his sleeping bag and facing away from me. I knew better than to disturb him and lay in the darkness working out how we were going to sort it all out!!