Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2018 00:29:58 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Pajama Night with Dad - Part 1 *Pajama Night with Dad - Part 1* Gay, incest, father, son This is a story about sex between two young men and their dad. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * It was weird being in the house all alone, just me and my dad. Mom and Sis were away visiting my aunt and uncle and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and watch some TV. I thought that might help, but as I approached the family room, I noticed the flickering lights of the TV already coming from there. I guessed my dad couldn't sleep either. As I entered the room, I could see that he was watching a movie with the sound off. I appreciated that he hadn't wanted to wake me even though I was already wide awake. I came around the couch and sat down right next to him, just as I always had, ever since I was a kid. He put his arm around my shoulder and I settled in to watch the movie. We were both wearing just pajama bottoms that night as we had been experiencing a heatwave for the past week. I had always admired the definition of his chest and stomach and the way they were covered with thick, reddish-brown hair. I was just the opposite. I was skinny with just enough definition and no hair, except for my pubes and the hair on my balls. He had always let me run my fingers through his "fur," as I called it, and tonight was no different, even though I was much too old to still be doing so. We watched the movie in silence, until I got a little brave. I wanted to play with his nipple, so I made the attempt. I moved my hand slowly from the center of his chest to his firm pec, then made lazy circles around his areola. He didn't say anything or attempt to stop me, so I kept going. I ran the tip of my finger over the eraser-like protrusion and it got hard. I glanced down and noticed that his cock was stirring inside his pjs. I decided to go for a tweak, so I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a jump in his lap from his now hard cock. Before I could do it again, his hand came up and covered mine, stopping me. "That's enough of that," he chided as he continued to watch the movie. I couldn't let it go though. I had a feeling that if I could just get him a little more excited, his cock might make an appearance. I had seen my father's cock soft many times over the years, but never hard. I was hoping that night was the night I would be rewarded and could put my fantasies as to what it looked like at attention, to rest. So, I slid my hand out from under his and made my way slowly down to his stomach. I let it rest there, just inches away from his waistband, then rubbed his stomach and the fur down there. I saw his cock twitch again, then the tip peeked out from the top of the waistband. It was dark pink, almost purple. The slit was gaping open and there was precum, glistening in the faint light from the TV. Before he could adjust himself and take away the sight, I slid my hand down further and pulled the waistband down to reveal his hard cock. He asked, "What are you doing, Eddie?" And I responded, "I was just curious, that's all." That seemed to be the right answer because he didn't stop me. So, I got bolder. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and squeezed. He let out a little moan, so I knew I was on the right track. I pulled the waistband back so that I could see it better. It was longer and thicker than mine and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The head was bigger than mine too. Even wider than the shaft and all I could think of was that I wanted to suck on that mushroom head! So, I slid my head down his chest to his stomach, within inches of it, and before he could figure out what I had in mind, I opened my mouth, taking it and about half the shaft down my throat. He tried to pull me off, but I was strong for my age and determined. He tried to protest, "Stop, son!" But as I started to suck, he gave in a little more each time then eventually went with it. I'd been sucking my own cock, well at least the head for some quite time, so I was pretty good at it. His was the first cock that wasn't my own, though, and it felt great. I was hard too, but I wanted to concentrate on giving my dad pleasure. I licked and sucked until I saw his balls rise and knew that he was close. He tried to pull me up again, but I resisted. I wanted his load and I was determined to have it. I added my hand and stroked him as I sucked. That seemed to do the trick. He cried out, "Oh fuck!" almost as if he were in pain. As his ass rose up off the couch, I felt the first splash of cum on the back of my tongue. I swallowed quickly as each thrust shot more and more cream down my hungry, young throat. I sucked him until he was dry, then came up and stared at him. He stared back then took my face in his hands, closed his eyes and kissed me with a passion that I could never have imagined possible. I opened wide and he stuck his tongue inside. I had saved some of his cum for him and he sucked it out of my mouth, greedily. He let me go as he opened his eyes. Then the greatest thing happened. He smiled. It was genuine, and I realized that smile had been absent from my life... our lives for quite some time. I was happy to be the one to have brought it back to his handsome face. His smile made me smile. We hugged and then he did something I hadn't expected. He reached into my pjs and pulled out my still hard cock, then started stroking it. I leaned back, giving him better access. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck it. I was bucking and writhing and groaning, wishing for more when he went lower. He hesitated, but then seemed to find the courage to take my swollen prick in his mouth. I wasn't expecting anything fancy, so I told him, "Just do what you like having done to you." I think that helped and he seemed to have fun with it after that. I know I did! I shucked my pjs and spread my legs, hoping he would take the hint and he did. He took a second to lick one of his massive fingers then started playing with my rosebud. I know I should have shown more restraint, but I couldn't. Instead, I yelled, "Stick it in!" He pushed and after the initial resistance, breached my ass rings and was inside me. I could instantly feel the difference between his rough, calloused finger and my relatively soft ones. I liked the way his felt more. Then I begged, "Fuck me, Dad!" He pulled his rather large digit almost all the way out, then thrust it back in. I was in ecstasy and wanted him to know it was he that had taken me there. "Oh, God, Dad, that feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my hole!" He sped up and soon I was erupting in his mouth. He kept up pretty well and once he had taken my whole load, he came up and kissed me, giving me some back. I didn't have to dig for it, though. He gave it back willingly. I couldn't have imagined anything sexier than my own dad having sucked my cock, taken my load, then saving it for me to drink down. I collapsed onto the couch as he laid down next to me. We snuggled, and I fell asleep, naked, with my naked dad holding me. (to be continued)