Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 18:08:37 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Jon Grows Up

This is a story of father/son incest. If you don't like this type of story
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My name is Rob and, though my own incest experiences were not traumatic,
this fantasy in no way endorses actual abuse. I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com


Jon Grows Up

The first time I saw daddys cock I was about five. We were shopping with
the whole family (mom, dad and my two sisters) and I had to pee. Daddy took
me into the mens room into a stall. He pulled my pants and briefs down to
mid-thigh and as I peed into the bowl he unzipped pulling out the fattest
dick I had ever seen! Okay, so honestly I had never seen a dick before but,
geez, it looked huge.
    "You're really big, hunh?" I commented.
    "Yeah" he sort of mumbled in embarassment.
    But I watched in undisguised wonder as that swinging meat unleashed its
golden stream. I vowed then and there I was going to get one that big.

The second time I was eight and we had a piss break in the woods while
hiking. Again I stared as he unloaded. Man, he was big! Especially to
others I had seen in the change room at the local pool.
    He ruffled my hair and, chuckling, said, "it's not polite to stare".
    But when I looked up his handsome face was sporting a happy grin.

The third time? Well, it started out as a lie. Dad told mom he was taking
me to a double-header downtown. We were both baseball fans so I was truly
looking forward to the games but on our way dad took a turn in the wrong
direction.
    "Look, would you mind if we didn't go to the game?"
    "Why not?" I couldn't help but keep the disappointment in my tone.
    "Well". There was a long pause. "I think we need to have a father/son
talk away from prying ears".
    "Dad, if this is about the birds and bees, I already know".
    "Nope. It isn't about that. Well, not exactly, anyways. But this is
private - just between us and not for anyone anywhere to hear about". He
flashed me his no-nonsense look. "Okay?"
    "Sure, dad".
    We drove a little ways further until he pulled into the parking lot of
a low-rise building. Two flights up brought us into a cozy apartment that
had the uneasy smell of baby powder. A cat appeared and rubbed its fat
furry head about his calf.
    "Friend of mine from work has taken his family away and I get to feed
the cat", he offered as explanation. And then he fed the cat.
    We settled on the couch as he clasped a beer and I sipped a Pepsi.
    He fumbled his words for a few minutes. Dad was a great dad but not
particularly articulate. This could take awhile so I sipped some more cola.
    "Now, look, your body is beginning to go through changes", he
began. (Oh, no, it was going to be that kind of talk!) He rattled on at
some length about the magic of puberty. Frankly, it was more dry than
seventh grade health class. Lots of latin sounding words about my body, her
body, and fishing up stream - I wasn't paying all that close
attention. Finally we were getting to the question and answer phase.
    "Do you have any questions?"
    I looked at him wide-eyed. Seeing his discomfort I decided that this
could be fun. "Like what kind of questions?"
    That threw him. "Well, uh, like, maybe. . . Maybe about mastro - mastin
- maybe about jerking-off".
    "Okay".
    He smiled at me, ready. When I didn't ask any questions his smile
faded. "Well, do you have any questions?"
    "How do you do it?"
    He stared like a deer in headlights. "Um, well, you know, when your
penis gets hard . . ." He began.
    "What's a 'penis'?"
    He motioned to his crotch. "You know . . . Penis".
    I looked at his hands hovering, made a frown of confusion then smoothed
my brow in understanding. "Oh, cock".
    "You call it a cock?"
    "Yeah. What else?"
    He thought about that for a moment.
    "Will you teach me?"
    "Teach what?" He asked absently.
    My face looked its most innocent. "How to jerk off".
    He stared at my brazen purity.
    I began to unbuckle my belt. As he watched in confused silence I stood
up shucking my pants. "Come on, dad. Teach me". My briefs went next. I
stood as he stared at my respectable meat with its very few strands of hair
at its base. My balls hugged my body causing my bag to look like half a
pink baseball.
    Dad stood up facing me. "Look, I'm not sure this is a good . . ."
    My hands fumbled his belt open. "Here, let me help you, dad". Pants
unsnapped. Fly lowered. Fly separated revealing his beautiful thick black
bush. "You're not wearing underwear!" I was astonished - I didn't know that
was possible.
    "Not breaking any laws", he mumbled.
    Stepping towards him my fingers danced about the hairs. "I think that's
really neat". My hand slid down feeling the base of his flaccid cock.
    "Whoa", he blurted as he took a step back releasing my hand.
    "I thought you were gonna show me how", I said as innocently as I could
muster. Then I took his wrist and placed his hand on my crotch.
    He looked down as his fingers slowly traced along my hard-on. Watching
intently the fingers gently felt the shaft before inspecting the
knob. "This is strange. I haven't done this since I was your age". Slowly
his fingers toyed with the pink head.
    "You played with your friends?" My fingers began to repeat their
exploration of his bush.
    "Sure did. Most guys do". The fingers slid underneath to my
balls. "Nice size", he murmured. The fingers didn't pull but merely soothed
over the shapes before them. Over, under, all about the eggs.
    My fingers trailed down, took firm hold of the base, and lifted his
meat free. Immediately my hand slid down and took firm hold, pulsing the
cock as though I were pumping air into it. An apt description considering
how quickly the fleshy tube strengthened and grew. "Wow, dad, you really
are massive!"
    He momentarily gazed at my manipulating fist. "Yeah", he mumbled. "I
was popular". His fingers carefully rubbed my stalk. Standing face to face
it was obvious I had a lot of growing to do if I was going to meet his
size. I had to be at most a third of his. As our tips kissed he slipped his
foreskin up over my knob. "We used to do this. My buddies loved it". With
the flesh-sleeve now covering my cockhead he squeezed our cock ends in his
fist. He, too, made the pulsing motion. As I sighed he looked into my eyes
for the first time. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
    "Oh, yes!" It felt amazing. Just having dad play with my prick was
enough. But this . . . this was fantastik!
    "Yeah. You bet it feels good. Having our cock slits kiss in a
coccoon. Safe and snug. It feels mighty good". His pulsing fist was
extraordinary. I actually felt dizzy from the sensations coarsing through
me. "You've horsed around with your friends?" When I gave an uncertain nod
he mumbled, "Good. Boys should play together".
    As dad pumped, my fingers went to his shirt and I began to undo his
buttons. Slowly his hairy chest came into view. The strong pecs, the trail
at his naval, and as the shirt was pushed off his shoulders, his erect
nipples. He switched fists then switched back allowing the shirt to hit the
floor.
    "What else have you and your buddies done?"
    "This is it", I lied.
    He seemed to mull that over a moment. "Well, there's lots more to be
done". Then he shocked me as he fell to his knees, placed my hard-on
between his fingers and oh-so-carefully sucked my knob into his mouth.
    My knees buckled for a brief moment. As my fingers toyed with his short
dark hair his lips sucked so gently. The tongue cradled my shaft as I was
sucked in. With the tip of his nose pressed against my pubic area, he held
my cock in his warm wet mouth. But as his fist had done his mouth pulsed my
prick. Softly then firmly dads talented mouth pumped like a skillfull
asshole. The back of his knuckles grazed under my ball sac adding to the
magic of my first man suck. His tongue, his mouth, his knuckles all sent my
heart pounding as my body tingled in wave after wave of intensity. My toes
bounced. My knees waivered.
    Then his hands felt the back of my thighs before sliding up to grip my
butt cheeks. Squeezing them firmly. Pushing them together before pulling
them apart. A new sensation of warmth then cool air on my butt hole and
that sucking mouth were pushing sensations to new heights. My knob began a
delicious ache. Then dad began a slow bob on my cock. His mouth gripped
firmly as he slid back then forward. In and out. My cock seemed to pulse on
its own. Then without even being aware I began to pull dads hair. The hands
squeezed my ass. The mouth sucked hard. His head bobbed. My toes curled. My
balls tightened. The ache exploded into rapture.
    "Holy fuck!" I blurted out as my cock shots its load. Wave after wave,
spurt after spurt, cum following cum, all dumping into that ever sucking
mouth. My fists held clumps of hair as my knees wobbled. My cock lost its
edge but remained firm.
    Dad sat back as he surveyed the firmness of my tool. His knuckles
rubbed the shaft underneath. "Ah, youth", he chuckled. He looked up as he
gave me a warm grin. "Not bad, son. Not bad at all". He slowly
stood. Glancing down at his own boner he inquired, "Think you can return
the favour?"
    I was quick to my knees, partly from desire and partly because it was
so difficult to remain standing. As I gripped his stalk my mouth enveloped
his knob. So smooth. Wet with his slimey juice I relished the taste of my
daddys cock. I loved the plump silky knob that was infused with the taste
of him. The sweet taste of his pre-cum. The scent of his musky maleness. I
surprised myself by being able to suck almost halfway down his fat
stalk. Sucking him. Loving dad.
    His hands played with my fleecy hair often cupping the crown of my
head. "Yeah. That's it, sport. Love daddys cock". His large hands cupped my
ears. "So good", he sighed. "My own son".
    By concentrating on his plum I realized I could stroke his shaft. All
that loose extra flesh made it easy. My fist pumped as my other fingers
toyed with his fat hairy nuts. Sweaty and round.
    "That's it, son. Really suck daddys knob. Really go for it".
    My head twisted around the cockhead as I gave short bobs. My fist
pumped as hard as it was able. My tongue swirled up every drop it was
offered.
    "Fuck, yeah.  That's it. Jesus, suck me. Suck my fucking cock. Yeah,
like that. Don't stop, cocksucker. Suck your daddys fat fucking prick. Do
it!"
    My mouth began to fill. My throat was coated. Thick fat bombs splashed
into my mouth. Swirling oceans of cum. I sucked and sucked wanting it
all. Needing more. More cum. More daddy. Lovely thick daddy cream.
    He groaned as he slowly stepped back from my insatiable lips. "Jesus,
son, you're something else!" he admired. "Whew!" He chuckled. He helped me
to my feet then glanced down at our pants crumpled about our ankles. We
both laughed at the sight.
    Stepping out of our pants dad turned me around as he fell to his
knees. Instantly his face was buried in my crack. That magical tongue
zeroed in on my asshole. Fluttering. Burrowing. Tasting. His groans
matching my own as I leaned forward to grip my knees. Paws on my
butt. Tongue lapping. Nose inhaling. Mouth kissing. Tongue swirling. Hips
gripped as his face pushed in. Tongue moved in. Tongue moved up the
crack. Body moved up. Meat on my ass.
    "Gotta have you", dad grunted as his knob kissed my asshole. "Gotta
know".
    Blood rushed to my pounding temples as the knob literally popped
in. Then didn't pause but invaded my inner
sanctum. Up. In. Deep. Deeper. Filling. Oh, God, so much. So full. So
fat. Cock. Daddy cock. Up inside me. All the way. Our balls kissed. My God!
All inside!
    Hands gripped my hips. The cock became a steel
piston. Hard. Fast. Rough. "Yeah. Take it!" Pumping. "Fucking you", he
groaned. "Had to know". Firm grip on my hips. Body hitting my ass. So full
inside. "Fucking you", he groaned. "Needing you. My sweet cocksucking
son. Fucking you. Fucking. Faggot boy. Fucking".
    Faster. Harder. So much meat. My hole stretched to pain. Thrust after
thrust. Cock. Deep. Fucking.
    "Yeah. Here! It's here!"
    Sudden spurts hit my walls. Still thrusting. Hard. Furious pumping. Cum
inside. Daddys. In me. Me. My ass his fuck toy. Oh, daddy.
    He stopped.
    Everything stopped.
    Hands slid up from hips to waist to sides as he straightened me
up. Arms about my chest. My back against his fir. Cock secure
inside. Deep. Full. Lips on my neck. Nibbling my ear. Whispering. "My
son. My joy. My fuck".
    My hands reached back to his hips holding him close. Oh, daddy.