Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2017 18:56:08 -0800 From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com Subject: On Rainy Afternoons This is a story of father/son incest. If this fantasy is unappealing for you then please search through Niftys remarkable library. There is a tale for every taste. Nifty depends exclusively on donations to maintain this site. Please take a moment and donate discreetly and safely on Niftys secure donation page. Let's keep Nifty alive through the year. And the next. The author can be contacted at: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com All emails will be answered but those with pics get first response. Please allow some time for a response from all others. This tale is for TLB - thanks, you were right. On Rainy Afternoons Scott rose from the bed noting by the bedside alarm clock that it was early afternoon. Naked the boy entered the bathroom. After his ablutions he started the shower before extracting a new package of soap. Discarding the slight cardboard box he lifted the bar to his nose inhaling the fresh scent. It made the young face break into a grin. He lightly stepped under the spray of warm water. The soap was lathered up in his small hands. It was the scent that made memories come to mind, even in one so inexperienced of life - at least in some ways. The memories allowed him to close his eyes as he began to soap his hair. He remembered it all... Oliver pulled a few fat candles from the cupboard in the hall. The well-toned blonde hunk placed them about the living-dining room of the two-bedroom apartment. As he heard the match strike he knew his son was lighting them. Within a few minutes the room was bathed in the warm glow. The six footer looked about the room. "Well, Scott, it looks like a funeral home." The kids laughter was startled silent as a loud crack of lightening brought unexpected flashes of light. The brown haired lithe boy stared as he took a few steps back from the window. The large firm paws taking his shoulders made him shudder. "Relax, son", Oliver whispered softly into the soft ear. "It's just a summer storm. They're loud but we're safe inside." "What if lightening comes through the window?" he asked nervously. "Little chance of that ever happening." The muscular arms wrapped themselves about the slight shoulders. "You're safe." But the boy trembled. "I want you to see the rain. There's nothing much to it. The worst will pass soon. Count from the flashes to the roll of thunder. As the distance between the two gets farther and farther apart so the storm gets farther from us. Let's wait for the next flash and then you count slowly out loud." The game was on. Scott nervously complained that the storm was getting closer but within twenty minutes it had began to move away. He relaxed. The big arms felt safe as did the scent of his dad's usual body soap. The wide green eyes once more returned to normal. A quick kiss on the cheek signalled it was over. Sadly he felt the arms release his shoulders. "Not much we can do if the power's out. Can't cook, can't watch TV. He'll, we can't even play the radio." Oliver took a look in the dark fridge with the aid of a lit candle. "Want a pickle?" he asked sarcastically. "Daddy, there's chips in the cupboard by the sink." Scott took a seat at the table. "Chips it is." Oliver ripped open the bag, munched a few as he sat opposite his son tossing over the bag. The boy was opening a small box. "What's that?" "Cards." "Cards," he said brightly. "Great idea! What'll we play: hearts, crazy eights, old maid?" "Five-card poker, threes are wild, jacks to open." The small hands shuffled with surprising dexterity. "Where the hell did you learn that?" His voice was highly amused. "Derek", he referenced his stepfather. "Ah, yes. My replacement." "Dad", he warned but they both grinned. The new game was on. Using potato chips as poker chips the hands were dealt. Both players munched through their stakes until there were no more chips, potato or poker. "Now what'll we use?" Oliver asked as he shuffled. He and his son both looked about trying to find a bunch of anything to use. "What about pickles?" "Pickles?!" Oliver's grimace made the kid laugh. "No we need something good. Something easy." Scott grinned slyly. "Clothes." Olived gave his son 'the look'. "Why not? Haven't you ever played strip-poker?" "Yes, when I was your age. I suppose Ben taught you that." Scott laughed. "Nah. We played it at camp." "Some camp." The hunk looked about. "There's got to be something..." "There is. Clothes. Come on. It'll be fun", Scott implored. Oliver shuffled the cards as he pondered the surprisingly intriguing idea. Strip-poker with his son would certainly be a unique way to spend a stormy night. It would be interesting to see how his son reacted to seeing him bare-assed for the first time. Holding the pack in his hand he waved a warning finger at the kid. "No one ever finds out. Swear it." Scott crossed his heart. Grinning he began to gather each dealt card. Maybe he'd finally see what made daddy's speedos bulge so. His heart pounded as he assessed the hand. These stakes were high. Scott had never wanted to win a game so much in his life. No open. Cards were redealt. "I open. A sock if I lose." "Sock", Oliver concurred. The hand was played. Scott took off his sock before dealing. "I open", Oliver said. "Sock." "Sock." The hand was played. The other sock was removed. Oliver dealt. "Shirt." "Sock," Oliver grinned knowing he had both on. The hand was played. Scott dealt without his shirt on. "Shorts." "Sock", Oliver laughed. The hand was played. Scott watched his father deal. "Underwear." "Sock", Oliver laughed loudly. The hand was dealt. "Underwear." "Other sock." The hand was dealt. "Underwear." "Shirt." The hand was dealt. "Underwear." "Pants." The hand was dealt. "Underwear." "Underwear." The hand was dealt. The dealer opened. Each discarded: Oliver, three; Scott, two. They both studied their cards glancing with calculation at the other. Scott placed each card down. "Queen of hearts, Queen of spades, nine of hearts, eight of clubs". He hesitated to make his coup de Grace, "Queen of clubs!" He leaned forward beaming broadly. "Beat that!" "Okay, watch your father show you how it's done." His son frowned. "Six of hearts, six of diamonds, King of spades, King of diamonds." Oliver waved the back of the final card in front of his sons face. "You ready to lose?" "Dad! Show me!" "Ready to get naked? Ready to show your dick, loser?" Scott grabbed for the card which was wipped away. "Ready?" "Yes, yes, show me!!" With deliberate patience Oliver revealed the final card: three of hearts. Scott thrust his arms upward as he shouted a triumphant "YES!!" Oliver laughed at his sons glee. Slowly the man stood. With a slow pace he walked over to his sons side of the table. With thumbs hooked in his briefs he wiggled his fingers. "Who won?" "ME!!" "Who lost?" "DADDY!!" "Guess I have to pay up." Smirking in mock humiliation he lowered the briefs to mid-thigh. Scott gaped. The thick bush was light brown but darker than most hair that covered the muscled man. The cock however was bigger than Scott had ever imagined. Thick jutting down from the pubes, the darkish meat hung fat and low. The foreskin hugged half the head. What was revealed by the lazy foreskin was a dark pinkish plump knob, silky with a pouting piss-slit. The cock hung lower than the big hairy balls that peaked behind the flaccid meat. Wide eyes took it all in, looked up at his amused dad in wonder, then back to the daddy cock in amazement. The kid was speechless. Literally. He could not find his voice as he continued to unabashedly stare. Oliver quickly spun 180 degrees wiggling his furry ass. That broke the tension. Hearing Scott giggle he pulled off the shorts then took his seat. "So now what? Another hand?" Oliver shuffled the cards. Scott couldn't get the image of the cock and balls or en the full furry ass out if his mind. His face was grinning but his mind was south. Of his dad. His dad. Wow, what a real man! "Of course, first you've gotta get your pecker down." Scott looked from the grinning visage to his own crotch. Sure enough, his briefs were tented. He looked at his dad horrified and embarrassed. "Don't sweat it. You lose", he began to deal, "and you have to show off your hard prick." Scott began to gather his cards mortified by his bodies betrayal. Silently, save for asking for cards, he sat quite quiet. He lost the hand. Sitting in the chair he shimmied out of his briefs. Then daring to look in his father's eyes he was beckoned to comply. Reluctantly the nude boy stood on the chair. Lucky for his own peace of mind his embarrassment not only eliminated the stiffy but had cozied the entirety of his sex close up to his body. Realizing this made him grin broadly. Now he didn't care if his dad saw. As his humor returned he even swiveled his hips in childish glee. Oliver applauded the amateur dancer. "Shake that booty!", Oliver cheered. The little knob shook to and fro. The great man then took to his chair. Standing he took hold of his pendulous meat and waved about the knob as he whooped his other arm in the air. "Ring my Bell, ring my Bell", he sang loudly. Turning about he shook his butt then turned all the way about to wave his arms as his dick swung fast from side to side. They stopped at the same time. Oliver laughed as Scott stood silent, his hands cupping his crotch. "What's going on?" Oliver evaluated the tricken look on his sons face. "What?" But the kid stood stalk still, frightened as he held his arms to his side and clutched his crotch tighter. Oliver stepped down moving to his sons chair. Strong hands lifted the clamped boy into his arms. Relief flooded him as he felt the arms enfold his neck as the forehead pressed into his cheek. Slowly he carried his son to where he sat on the sofa. The boy sat sideways on his lap as his large hand felt the boys cheek and ear. "Tell daddy what's going on. Come on." Oliver kissed his son tenderly on the lips. "What happened? Did you get another hard-on?" The forehead rubbed up and down against his cheek. Oliver gave a friendly chuckle. "Well, that can happen. Especially at your age. Just means you're growing up. You'll learn to control them. All us guys do." Bringing his sons face forward he held both cheeks. "If it happens it happens but I don't want you to ever be embarrassed in front of me. Not ever. Okay?" Scott offered a meek smile. "Well, I'm not so sure. You never need to be afraid in front of me. We are family. Hell, how many boys do you think I let see my dinky?" Oliver asked using the childish word of Scott's babyhood. Scott gave a weak giggle. The arms wrapped about him gave comfort. "In a couple of years you're gonna be a teenager then watch out. The hormones will be raging and your body will start to grow hair and stuff." "You mean hair like yours?" "Yeah, I would think so. After all you're my son. Runs in the genes. You'll start to shave, wear deodorant and shower a couple of times a day, especially if you continue with your sports. So don't worry about the dinky. It'll learn what you need to teach it." They sat quiet enveloped by their warmth and the glow of candlelight. The rain still poured but the noise of the storm had passed. Scott stirred his head slightly. "Does it ever happen to you?", he asked softly. "Sometimes. Not often. At least when I'm not expecting it. When it does I just think of baseball." Scott looked at the handsome face. "Baseball?" Oliver grinned. "Think about it. Three men on base, two outs, and Willie Mays gets up to bat. Now try keeping a hard-on." Both of them laughed lightly. He took his thumb and forefinger giving his sons knob a gentle pinch. "This little guy will learn to obey you." The little prick sprang up with speed. The thumb and forefinger so very gently slid up and down the sides of the stiffy. "Always remember that I'm here for you and that I love you." Oliver buried his face into his sons neck. He gently fondled the hardness. The smell of boy was intoxicating. The feel of boy cock was even better. Scott pressed his own face into his father's strong neck. Daddy's fingers felt so good on his dinky. And when daddy suckled his neck as the tongue licked he felt something new stir inside his cock. Those strong arms held him so securely. When the sucking lips stopped and daddy raised his head Scott moved his own to gaze into the warm eyes. For moments they just looked at each other. Then with an almost imperceptible nod his father's head moved forward as Scott closed his eyes. He knew. Somehow he had always known. Oliver pressed his lips to his sons. For moments it was enough to feel the young lips slide about his own. A boys first grown-up kiss. And with his father. Oliver had to concede he'd never seriously thought about his own son in this way. But now... Well... It felt so right, so natural. His lips on his sons. His boy in his arms. Yes, this was right. So very natural. Scott felt a feathery swipe of his lips. Daddy's tongue. Tongue! What was he supposed to do now? The tongue snaked the center of his lips. They parted slightly and the tongue dipped in. His own met the visitor. They rubbed against each other in tentative battle. Then the beast slid in. It lolled about his own. Tongue over tongue as both mouths widened open. Then he tasted the spit, the full heady taste of his daddy's saliva. His arms held the neck tight as he pressed hard against his daddy's wonderful deep kiss. Oliver lifted both of them up. Carefully he brought them into the bedroom. He knew it was too late to stop, too late to go back and pretend it had never happened. The boy was in his arms. No matter what tomorrow brought he was going to make love to his son. Scott felt the sheets slide along his back. It was the first time he'd opened his eyes since they first kissed. Daddy raised his head. As he looked at the handsome man his hands stroked the stubble of those cheeks. Then daddy took his hands and began to kiss them. First the backs, then the palms. They looked into each other's eyes and both guys saw something that had never been there before. A new kind of love. A love that was theirs alone. Incest. Father. Son. Love. Oliver had to know. His hunger was unendurable. Looking down as he zeroed in he took in the view of small white cock with pink knob and balls that lay askew in their loose bag. Then he went in. Scott yelped in surprise. The mouth sucked in his cock. Daddy lowered his body as he sucked. This must be a blowjob, Scott thought. His entire body lit up with wave after wave of new sensations. It was fantastic! And it was his daddy! Oliver sucked the little prick like a man needing this to live. It was his lifeline. He sucked hard and fast. The lovely knob bouncing about his mouth as he suckled. The tongue battling knob and shaft as he sucked hard. It had been so long. And now his son. His son. It spurted him on in a sucking frenzy. Scott whimpered. "Daddy", he whispered. It felt so good. So intense. Then the good got better. Best. Maybe too good. It began to ache. The ache grew. Was something wrong? His head thrashed. "Daddy?", he asked a little louder. It felt so odd. Too much. Too much sucking. Too much feeling. His dinky ached. His knob felt like it would pop off. "Daddy? Please." His hips moved as if to get away. The ache. His knob. His knob was getting sucked off of his body. Too much. "Daddy. Daddy! DADDY!" He yelled loudly. "HELP!" Oliver sucked as hard as he could. The kid was on fire. The cock twitched. The balls pressed his lower lip. Then the unexpected happened. Oliver's mouth filled with warm slime. As the lad thrashed about his cock gave up his first cum. Oliver swirled the boy juice about his mouth as he sucked up all that was offered. His sons first cum. And he got to have it, to taste it, to savour, to swallow. He let the cock go. In his mouth he held the first seed. His tongue weighed the sperm. The slime slid about his mouth before he lovingly swallow luxuriating in the knowledge that he had made his boy a man. Scott felt his prick. Wet though it was everything was still there. Relieved he lay back marvelling at his new power. He watched his father crawl up over him. He smiled as his dad grinned. "How do you feel?" Scott stretched then laughed. "Must have been pretty intense." The boy nodded. Oliver grinned. "You came." "I did?" The lad was puzzled. "But I thought you had to be a teenager." "So did I. But you definitely came. And it tastes great." Oliver beamed. Scott grinned broadly. Taking his dad's offered hands he was pulled up to his knees. That's when he saw his father's magnificence, upright, proud, and strong. "Geeze, dad!", he whistled. "You're massive!" Oliver placed the small hands on his cock. "It's all yours. Want to play?" "Oh, yes, I do." The lads hands felt wonderful as they roamed about his prick. First up one side then down the other. The knob was squeezed and pulled then the belly of the shaft was stroked. Oliver's body was in heaven. "Don't forget about my fat nuts." Fingers trailed over the hairy sack. The balls were weighed as they were fondled. The hands had the special knack. Very special. "That feels great, son. Really good." "It's so fat. Look. I can't even get a hand around the middle! Are all men this big?" "No. Most are in the five to seven inch area. You're holding onto nine solid inches of daddy cock." The boys regard made his pride swell. He had almost forgotten how easily a boy could be impressed. The hands stroked the warm pole. "Wow. Nine. Will I get to be this big someday?" "Perhaps. We'll see." "Oh, I hope I do." The fingers eased about the knob. He fingered the piss slit dabbing at the precum. Then he smeared it about the plum. "It's so shiny", he said to himself. "I'll also show you something kind of cool. If you grab my cock in the middle and pull towards you you'll be able to hide my knob with the foreskin." Scott did so. Delighted he made the knob disappear then reappear. "Dad, this is fun", he enthused. The skin rolled up then down then up then down. On and on he went. "Look. It's making the tip even shinier." Oliver sighed. The hands felt so good. Nothing looked more beautiful than boys hands on his mammoth meat. Well, maybe the second thing most beautiful. It was then he noticed the hands had stopped as his son stared at the glistening knob. "What's going on?" "Well, daddy, when you... You know... Sucked me. Isn't that kind of... You know... Dirty?" "There is nothing dirty about the human body. As long as you're clean any part can be touched, stroked, kissed and licked. Cock, balls, ass, feet, toes, nipples, armpits. Nothing is off limits." Scott cocked his head to one side. "Ass? You mean bum?" "Exactly." He grinned at the doubt in his sons face. "Look. I'll prove it." Oliver got up into the middle of the bed. On his back he cushioned his shoulders and head with two pillows. Then much to his sons surprise he lifted his legs until the knees almost touched the outside of his shoulders. Then he took his hairy cheeks with his fingers pulling them apart, revealing the hairy valley of his ass crack. "Come closer so you can see." Scott crawled over on hands and knees and still in this doggy position he looked down. There was his daddys hair strewn crevice. And there was the hole. Oh, gosh, he could see his daddy's asshole! Both of his index fingers felt the hole. "See? There's nothing dirty here. It's just an asshole. That's all. It can bring lots of pleasure to me. And to you." He eased the dark pink flesh wider then closed then wider. "Feel the skin. Go ahead. There's no teeth here. Come on." Tentatively a finger touched the flesh. It was moist with a musky scent. "Why does it feel wet?" The fingers began to feel all the spread warm opening. "It's an entrance to the body. Inside the body is wet. Kind of like your mouth. The inside is wet and warm." His butt lifted a little higher. "Why don't you rub your dick on it? I promise it'll feel really good." Scott got to his knees as he inched forward. His body felt the waves of heat emanating from the spread ass. He put his knob on the hole. The sudden sensation made his prick instantly harden. He liked this alot. Scott rubbed his knob about the hole. Soon his pink knob was shining. Oliver loved the feeling. One hand reached for his sons hips. "Aim your cock at the center of my hole. Okay?" With confirmation he pulled the boy to him, inside him. Scott felt his prick slice through firm warm butter. His toes curled. His temples throbbed. This was as good as the sucking. Firm paws held his hips. Then daddy began to rock slightly causing his little prick to go deeper then shallow then deeper. This felt amazing. Oliver groaned. He was getting fucked by his son. His own son. "That's it, son. You're fucking your daddy. Just like a man." Oliver sighed. "Grab my cock, Scott. Lick my cockhead. Lick it. I want us to come together." Scott obeyed. He gave feathery swipes of the underside of the knob, right at the vee. He could taste the precum. And he liked it. His hands pushed the foreskin up and down as he licked. His own prick seemed to be swelling with the heat. "Fuck, this feels so unbelievable. You're fucking me while you're licking my cock. No man ever had it so good. And you're jerking me off. Oh, oh. Fuck. I'm so fucking close. Fuck me, baby. Fuck your daddy. Fuck me!"!" The paws forced the fucking as he licked the knob. Little hands masturbated the huge pole. Then his own body kicked into overdrive. "Oh, daddy? Daddy?" "Let it happen, baby. Fill daddy with your sweet seed. Oh, fuck. I'm there. Cum, son. Fuck me!" As the first spurt of boy lava hit his intestines, Oliver let forth with an eruption to rival Vesuvius. Scott watch the streams of cum rainbow the air until it landed on daddy's chest, then his chin, then his belly. Father and son had cum in unity. United by cock. One entity. ...Scott stood dried from his shower in the bathroom doorway. His father was sitting up in bed giving him a wink and nod. Scott grinned. He thought to himself that a nice daddy fuck was in order. He knew the beefy cockslut would agree. Then maybe a leisurely sixty-nine. Scott loved Saturdays in bed with daddy.