Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2019 22:37:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Paternal Affection, Fillial Lust Paternal Affection, Fillial Lust by Tony Williams I planned my run to arrive at the village pub a few minutes before opening time. Sitting at one of the tables on the pavement in front was a guy, waiting for it to open. I sat across from him and introduced myself. "I'm Marcus," he said, gripping my hand firmly. "Tony." "They should be open any minute now." Right on cue the pub door opened and we went in and sat side by side at the bar. "What are you having?" he asked. "Very kind of you. I'll have a pint of bitter." "I'll have the same." The barman served our drinks and we retired to a table in the corner of the room. There were no other customers. Now I took time to have a good look at my new acquaintance. In his late thirties he was remarkably handsome and my gaydar began gently pinging. At one point, I caught him running his gaze up and down my body and he looked away. I could understand his interest because I was wearing a white cotton singlet and a pair of blue nylon jogging shorts which were provocatively short and tight. Before I left home I'd looked at myself in the mirror and thrilled at the deliciously gay image I projected. Marcus wore a pair of cargo shorts (ugly -- what happened to the sexy short shorts of yesteryear?) and a white polo shirt, untucked. He looked at me again and I decided to take action. "I need to pee," I said, standing up, hoping he'd read my mind. "Me, too," he said. Ah-ha! It was going to work. We retired to the toilet and stood at adjacent urinals. I pulled one leg of my shorts up, fished my cock out and started to pee. Now I was about to find out if he was really gay or not. I looked over and stared down at his cock. "Nice dick," I commented. He took a long look at mine. "You too," he said, smiling. "I must confess I like uncut dicks." "So do I. I think circumcision is barbaric and should be illegal." My bladder was soon empty and I stood there, my cock still hanging out of the leg of my shorts. Every few seconds he'd look at it. I love showing off my cock to gay guys. I eyed his cock until he finished and tucked his own cock back in before I restored mine to the white cotton cocoon of my briefs. Back in the bar, I saw that we were still the only customers. "Married?" he asked. I snorted, derisively. "Kids?" I shook my head. "Having kids would involve having sex with a female and that doesn't appeal to me at all." "I have a son. I wanna show you a picture of him," he said, out of the blue. "It's his sixteenth birthday today." "Ah, the age of consent." He fished out his phone and showed the screen to me. My jaw dropped. "His name is Wesley. He consents to just about anything." Where was he going with this? "Oh, my God!" I breathed. "He's . . . " ". . . Fucking gorgeous, isn't he?" On the screen, the teenager was standing in a garden dressed only in a pair of snug, white trunks, like boxers but with a shorter leg and no fly. The bulge in the front indicated that he had either a huge dick, or a hard on. I opted for the latter. He was standing sideways on to the camera, his hands on his bum and his hips thrust forward, the better to display his basket. "Look at that bulge! His cock must be enormous." "He had a hard on when I took the shot. His cock is the same size as my own." "You've measured it?" "His? Yes. It's exactly six inches long. Haven't you ever measured yours?" "Of course. I can claim six inches if I press the ruler hard into my pubic bone." "I'm about a six, too." "Any more pictures of him on your phone?" "I have others, but I don't have them on my mobile. If it fell into the wrong hands, I'd get nicked for possession of child porn. He's gay, by the way, like me." "And me," I confessed, feeling that little rush of pleasure every time I revealed my sexual orientation. Oh, what joy! I wanted to meet this Adonis, this male angel. I was still staring at the screen. "He likes older men. By the way, are you getting a hard on?" he asked. I glanced down at my crotch and sure enough, my shorts were beginning to bulge. I grinned at him. "Can you blame me?" I asked, indicating the phone's screen where Wesley's picture was still displayed. "Tell you what, why don't you come home with me and you can meet him and have lunch? We live just a few blocks away." "Thanks. I can't wait to meet him." He aimed the phone at me and took a shot. "I'll send this to him. Pity you can't strip down to your underpants in here; he'd like that. He's a bit of an underwear freak, just like me. Show me a young man in his tighty whities and I just melt. What kind of underpants are you wearing?" "Wait and see." He chuckled. "Drink up and let's go. I think Wesley's gonna like you a lot." _______________________________ Ten minutes later we were at his house. In the living room, Wesley was sitting at a computer, dressed in the same kind of trunks that I'd seen in his picture. They might have been the very same pair. He stood up and held out his hand, a broad smile on his face. By Christ, he was fucking beautiful! I looked past him to the computer screen; he'd been watching a video of two guys, dressed in girls' panties, kissing each other. I wished him a happy birthday. "Glad to meet you, Tony. I must say, you're even better looking than your picture. Did you have a hard-on when Dad took it?" "I confess I did. It was your picture that got my dick stiff. Nice undies, by the way." "Thanks." He closed the computer. "Now, pants off, Dad," he cried, looking at his father. I must've looked surprised because Marcus said, "We never wear pants around the house, especially in this hot weather. We both hate pants. They're a pain in the arse." He unzipped his ugly shorts, let them fall and stepped out of them, revealing his white briefs, just like my own, his bulge as big as mine. "That's better," he said. "Yours, too, Tony," Wesley cried. I was only too delighted to drop my jogging shorts and show off my own underpants which had started to mimic Wesley's by tenting at the front. "Wow, look at us," Marcus breathed, "three sexy guys in their underpants. Are we hot or what?" He stood behind Wesley, put his arms round his waist and hugged him. Then he slid one hand down the front of Wesley's briefs and gave his basket a squeeze. Holy fucking shit! He was groping his own kid, quite shamelessly, a smile on his face and his son was clearly enjoying it. "Yes, Tony," Marcus said, "I confess. Wesley and I have a special relationship." "So it would seem," I said, staring at them, transfixed. "Totally consensual, on both sides. If Wesley ever says `no', I stop what I'm doing." "But I never say `no', Dad. I always like what you do to me." "And I like what YOU do to ME, Kiddo, you sexy little tease!" Now my cock was absolutely rigid, lying upright in my briefs, pressed against my belly. They looked at me as I squeezed it through the cotton. Wesley turned round to face his father, reaching out a hand and cupping his basket. Holy shit! They were into each other, father and son. I'd never even imagined anything like that was possible. I stared, transfixed, as they groped each other. Their cocks were soon rigid under the cotton of their underpants. "I think Tony's getting turned on," Wesley said. "I'd be insulted if he didn't," Marcus said. I was. My head was spinning. This intimacy between father and son was something I'd not only never encounted before, I'd never even thought about it. My stomach was churning. "Oh, yes, look, his eyes are popping out of his head! I think you'd better take care of him." "How, exactly," said Wesley, smirking. "The way you take care of me." "Oh, you mean wank him off?" Oh, my God! Marcus was offering his kid to me. "Only if you want to." Wesley grinned again. "I never met a cock that I didn't want to stroke." "You wank your dad off?" I asked, incredulously. "Every chance he gets," Marcus offered. "Holy shit, is that legal?" "Yesterday it wasn't, but that didn't stop him. Now that he's sixteen, he can have sex with whomever he likes." "But you're his dad. It's incest." "Actually he's my step-dad," said Wesley. "We're not related by blood so it's not illegal." Much as the thought of Wesley wanking my dick excited me, I was far more interested in doing things to him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, put my hands on his bum cheeks and pulled his midriff against my face, rubbing my cheek against his bulge, every now and then turning my head to nibble his cock through the cotton of his trunks. I felt him tense up, then relax, pushing his hips forward, his hand stroking my hair. "Christ, that's the sexiest thing I've seen in years," Marcus said. " Are you gonna suck him off?" It seemed I didn't need permission. I look up at Wesley whose face bore a dazzling smile. "Hold your horses," I countered. "Let's make this thing last. I don't wanna cum until I've enjoyed Wesley to the full." "How about enjoying me?" Marcus asked. "You want me to suck YOU off, too?" "Ever since you announced that you needed in pee in the pub, I've been thinking about what your lips would feel like round my cock. Are you into older men, like Wesley is?" "Right now I'm so fucking turned on that I'd suck off an alligator." "You'll like Daddy's cock, Tony, it's magnificent. I LOVE it! He cums on my face and in my mouth and I swallow it all. His cum tastes awesome!" "And my son cums in my mouth and up my arse, too." "You fuck your Dad's arse? Holy shit!" "No shit at all," said Wesley, looking proud of himself. "Not only that, he fucks mine, too. Before we have anal sex, we give each other deep soapy enemas. That way I can suck his cock even after it's been up my bum hole. Yeah, it's depraved, I know, but we both love it, don't we, Dad?" "I can't stand the suspense any longer, Tony. Pull his trunks down and get sucking on his gorgeous cock. I really wanna watch this!" I looked up at Wesley's beautiful face, smiling down at me and pulled the waist of his trunks out and peered down inside. There his cock lay, pointing up at me, the tip of his glans, glistening with moisture, peeping from beneath his foreskin. "Do it!" Marcus cried. "Suck his fucking cock. Let him fuck your handsome face." I dragged the trunks down to mid-thigh and left them there. I've always thought that a guy with his underpants at half mast looks sexier than even a fully naked guy. I took hold of his cock, relishing the feel of soft skin stretched over a hard interior, and slid my hand back and forth, feeling that delicious churning in my stomach whenever I get intimate with a penis. "Go on, Tony, suck it," Wesley murmured. Oh, what joy! Both of them wanted me to suck them off, two utterly gorgeous men and I had them all to myself. I kissed the tip of his cock, licking the bead of precum off with my tongue, then popped it into my mouth, letting it slide all the way to the back of my throat so that my lips were round the base and my nose pressed against his tummy. He'd shaved his pubic hair off, a first for me. It gave him a nice, young look. "Jesus, would you look at that," Marcus croaked. His hand was down the front of his briefs and he was stroking his cock vigourously. I lost myself in the exquisite pleasure of sucking of a beautiful teenage boy. I used all the skills I'd learned over the years, taught by dozens of gay lovers, driving Wesley towards his orgasm. He was breathing hard, thrusting his hips, fucking my face, but when I came up for air, he pulled away. "I don't wanna cum yet," he said. "Then it'll be all over and I won't even enjoy watching you two suck and fuck each other, not until I recover. That'll take at least twenty minutes and I don't want to miss a minute of this. Can I take your briefs off, Tony?" My heart skipped a beat. The only thing I like more than having a handsome guy take my underpants off is taking his off. "Help yourself." He dropped to his knees in front of me and tugged my briefs down to mid-thigh, allowing my cock to spring out, nearly hitting him in the face. He leaned back and gazed at my cock. I was trembling with excitement. He took hold of its shaft and drew my foreskin back as far as it would go. A bead of precum appeared at my pee hole. His tongue poked out and scooped it up. He licked his lips and smiled up at me. I looked over to Marcus who was staring, transfixed, an eager look on his face. "Suck it, Wesley. Suck Tony's cock like you suck mine, you little fucking slut!" Wesley smiled at the epithet, then closed his lips round the end of my cock. "Cum in his mouth, Tony. He loves that!" My guts churned with excitement as Wesley went to work on my cock, as expert as I was. I guess his daddy taught him well. "Where did you learn to suck cock?" I asked him. Marcus replied. "I suppose it all started when I was changing his nappies. When I'd get him nice and clean and I'd look at him lying on the kitchen table, naked with his little cock and huge balls and I just couldn't resist taking it in my mouth. He LOVED it! He'd chuckle and gurgle with happiness. It would get hard even at that age. As he grew older and his cock got bigger, I became more and more hungry to suck it as often as I could. When he was about six or so, one day when we were showering together, he asked me if he could touch my cock. I told him he could do anything he wanted to, so he took hold of it. I showed him how to stroke it and pretty soon I came, shooting a humungous load of cum on to his face. I was horrified and wanted to apologise, but he was laughing. He seemed to like it. From then on, it was he who usually initiated sex, groping me or unzipping my pants and putting his hand inside, or simply undressing as I watched." "I was absolutely fascinated by his cock," Wesley said, taking a short break. "It was so thrilling to take hold of it when it was soft and feel it get hard in my hand." "Or in your mouth," Marcus continued. "He very soon demanded to suck it. I don't know where he learned about cocksucking at the age of six." "Some kid at school called me a cocksucker, so I thought I'd try it. I'm glad I did." "When he was eleven and his cock had grown to about four inches, I got him hard one afternoon and sat on it. It fit up my bum perfectly, no pain at all and he's been fucking me ever since." "And he fucked me." "It must've hurt," I remarked. "Not a bit. First he put his finger up me, then two fingers, generously lubed. Soon we graduated to nicely tapered carrots until I was stretched enough to accept his vibrator with no pain at all and only then did he put his cock inside me. It's heavenly, feeling my Dad's magnificent hard dick deep inside me, pumping in and out until he cums, filling my arse with his creamy cum." "The incest thing doesn't bother you guys?" "Why should it?" Wesley answered. "We both love fooling around and if no one besides us knows about it, what's the problem?" "I know." "Yes, but you're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" said Marcus. "Never in a million years!" I declared. Wesley tried to put my cock back in his mouth but I backed off. "If you don't want to cum, and I understand why, I'll just have to suck Daddy off." He pushed Marcus so that he fell back on to the sofa, then kneeled between his Dad's legs, worked his cock out of the fly of his briefs and took it into his mouth. Now it was my turn to enjoy the show. Normally I'd have been a bit jealous, watching this erotic scene, but I knew that from now on, I could have Wesley any time I wanted and if he weren't available, I had his dad. In fact, watching him perform and seeing how much he was enjoying it was a stimulation of a different kind, more cerebral than physical. Daddy and Son! Oh, my God, how thrilling! Was this unusual? Were Daddies and their offspring fucking and sucking each other all across the nation? Wouldn't that be fucking awesome? "Oh, God!" Marcus groaned. "I'm in heaven, Tony! The only thing I need is your cock in my mouth. Help me out, here." I stepped on the sofa, my feet either side of his hips, then bent my legs, leaned forward and offered my cock to his mouth. He sucked it all the way in. He was just as good at sucking cock as his son. In a very short time I was right on the edge of orgasm. Much as I wanted to save myself for Wesley, it was hopeless. I was so intensely stimulated that I shot my load right into Marcus willing mouth and he gulped it all down, gratefully. I sat down on the couch to get my breath back and looked at Wesley as he sucked his father's glorious cock, finished what I'd started. Having shot my load, the scene didn't excite me at all, but I wanted to save this tableau for later. I found my phone in my shorts and framed my two new lovers as Wesely worked harder and harder on his daddy's cock. I couldn't understand why it was taking Marcus so long to cum. Finally he let out a groan. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, here it cums! Oh, shit Wesley you darling boy I'm gonna fill your mouth with jism. Oh, yeah! Ooooh! Wheeew!" Wesley's cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard and cum ran from his lips, then he took his dad's cock out of his mouth in time to received a long streak of cum on his cheek, another on his nose, a third on his forehead and the forth back into his open mouth. It was the most magnificent facial I'd ever seen. He sat back on his heels and let us watch his throat as he swallowed. _____________________ One may think that Marcus and Wesley are depraved, evil and disgusting, but I wouldn't agree. As they're not blood relatives, the incest question is moot, but he's still Wesley's father. Furthermore, Marcus isn't forcing or coercing his son; Wesley is all too willing to participate in just about anything. Later, they told me that they like to play watersports in the shower, peeing on each other's bodies and into their mouths, happily drinking pee, a practice I'm not unfamiliar with. At home, I looked at the video of Wesley sucking his Daddy's cock and I've since jerked off to it many times which is nice, but the best part is that I seem to turn Wesley on almost as much as his father does and he's embarked on an "arse-stretching" course, using ever larger butt plugs and soon he'll be ready to be fucked up the arse. "I can't wait for you to fuck me!" he tells me. "Your Daddy should be the first one. Everyone remembers the first time they felt a stiff cock slide up their bum and think your Daddy should be the one to pop your cherry." "You can both do it," he said, an inviting smile on his face. The end