Date: Sat, 26 May 2018 07:46:00 -0400
From: tagenhard@aol.com
Subject: Random Tails/ Trip-Home

Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all
our fun.

This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is
not condoned  or encouraged.


Trip Home
by tagenhard@aol.com


"Not a snow ball's chance in hell."

"Oh for fucks sake dad, why not." Gage knew the minute he
said it that he shouldn't have.

His dad Seth who was at his bathroom sink shaving, spun
around and grabbed his son by the collar of that preppy
school uniform he had to wear. Gage found himself pushed up
against the bathroom wall. Dad wasn't violent about it but
firm in his action and displaying his strength.

"Don't think for one second son that I can't still take you
over my knee and give you a bare ass spanking."

Gage looked at his dad, saw a glint in those steely blue eyes.
Shaving cream spread on half his jaw while the other
half was bathed in dark manly stubble. Part of his dad's
disheveled morning hair hung down and caressed his raised
left eyebrow. Dad's nostrils flared slightly as he
breathed. Gage could smell the essence of his dad's still yet to be
showered morning body and that caused his own nostrils
to flare.

Realizing he was getting a hard on Gage dropped his gaze
from his dad. His eyes flicked across his dad's bare chest
where the black hairs fanned out across his strong well
defined pecs. And shorter hairs danced around two pouty but
firm nipples. His eyes continued to drop and took in the
sight of the flat stomach. At 36 his dad still took care of
himself. Gage breathed in deep his dads scent and his eyes
swept down further.

His dad was in his thin PJ bottoms and the mound of his
manhood was outlined as it pushed against the cotton material.
Gage had seen his dad's prick before and knew it laid about
six inches soft across a good sized ball sack. The
thickness of the meat and the flared mushroom head always
created an unmistakable bulge.

Why am I hard? Gage wondered. Is it my dad? Is it the scent
of him? Is it the physical contact? Is it the thought of a
spanking? Gage was aroused, confused, conflicted. A shudder
slithered thru his body.

Seth wasn't going to be talked to that way, not yet at
least. He saw his son's soft blue eyes drop away from his
gaze. He loved his son and knew he was a good kid, on the
cusp of turning into a man. Gage's head dropped down
slightly and Seth looked at the interlaced strands of the
blonde surfer mop his son wore. He felt a shudder in his
son's body and took all this as a sign of submission by his
son.

Seth let go of his son's collar and turned back to the
sink, as he did he saw the reflection of Gage adjusting his
prick in his pants, as he left the bathroom. Did Gage get
excited by this?

"Sorry dad." Gage said softly and then was gone.
Seth leaned closer to the mirror and his crotch bumped
against the counter edge sooner than usual. He looked down
and saw that he was turgid.

"Is there a problem?" Seth heard his wife ask.
He shifted his gaze in the mirror to see his wife in the
doorway, wearing one of her power suits.

"Not really, just our son testing his wings so to speak."
"He is growing up fast." His wife sighed. "Well I'm off,
Trip is eating breakfast and still needs to shower and
dress."

"Ok, have a good day." Seth responded as she turned and
walked away.

He wiped the last of the cream from his face and inspected
his shaving job. Even freshly shaved Seth had a five
o'clock shadow painted on his firm square cut jaw. He was
slipping out of PJ bottoms and realized he was still
slightly engorged. Seth figured he might rub one out in the
shower.

"Morning dad." Seth heard his youngest Trip say as he walked
into the bathroom.

Seth was never modest around his boys and had no trouble
with his 9 year old seeing him naked. Although if Trip
stuck around and talked to him as he showered, which wasn't
unusual for Trip, it would stop him from jacking off.

"Morning." Seth replied as he turned on the water and
adjusted it. The master bath shower was built with an open
walk in, so there was no door or shower curtain.

Seth held his hand under the water waiting for it to warm
up. "Are you nervous about seeing the doctor today?"
Trip had a morning doctor's appointment that Seth was
taking him to since his work schedule was more flexible
than his wife's.

"Not really, you will be in the room with me right? Like
mommy always does?"

"Of course I will buddy, if that's what you." Seth replied
as he stepped under the cascading water. "Mom said you have
to shower yet, so why don't you take care of that."

"Ok." Trip replied and quickly discarded his sleepwear and
stepped into the shower with his dad.

Seth laughed, Trip was the braver or bolder of his two
sons. While sharing a shower wasn't exactly what he meant,
Seth didn't care. It wasn't the first time they shared one
and he knew the time was all to close where Trip would be a
teenager and wanting his privacy in the shower.

"Wash my hair daddy." Trip said as a simple command.
Seth pulled his son under the water flow soaking his hair
then moved him out of it. Spurting a glob of Ivory hair
shampoo into his hand he had a fleeting thought that it
looked like cum. Seth pushed that thought aside and started
to wash his son's hair. Trip had his back to his dad and
despite Seth's attempt to keep a space between them he kept
stepping back into his dad, causing Seth's cock head to
brush against Trip's neck.

Seth thought back to about a month earlier when they had
showered together and he was washing Trip's hair. That time
however Trip was facing him and as he washed the blonde mop
of curls he felt his son's fingers on his pubes. He
casually asked Trip what he was doing and his son simply
replied I'm washing your hair. The simplicity of the answer
was typical of Trip.

Seth wondered where that event might have gone if his wife
hadn't entered the bathroom a moment later. He saw it as
innocent but when the wife walked in Trip immediately spun
around so his back was to his dad. At the time Seth thought
that odd but quickly forgot about it as he and his wife
engaged in conversation.

By the time he finished washing and rinsing Trip's hair, he
was semi hard. He handed Trip a bar of soap and took
another for himself. Seth flipped the lever so the water
switched from the wall shower head to the rain head above.

They stood facing each other under the gently caressing
warm water and washed their bodies.
Seth realized Trip was matching his washing action as he
went from neck to arm pits to arms and chest. Trip mimicked
his dad's hand movements as they continued across the
stomach then skirting around the crotch down to the legs.

Down the left then up the right. Seth's right hand
disappeared behind his back with the bar of soap and he
washed in-between his ass checks and across his asshole. He
couldn't see, since they were face to face but he could
tell Trip was doing the same.

Trip then took the lead and moved his hands to his front
and carefully soaped and washed his prick which was hard as
a spike. Seth felt conflicted about matching this action.

He was still semi erect and worried he might get full on
hard if he touched himself there. He decided to skip it and
since he hadn't washed his hair yet, he grabbed the shampoo
and worked his fingers into his hair.

Seth closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of his fingers
caressing his scalp, when he felt Trips little fingers on his pubes.

"What ca doing buddy?" He asked keeping his eyes closed.

"Washing your hair." Again with the simple obvious answer.

Seth just let him soap up his pubes and scrub them. He
didn't open his eyes or say anything when he felt the small
fingers venture out to his balls and then his shaft. He
figured Trip was curious and what was wrong with letting
him satisfy that curiosity. There was nothing about the
touch that made Seth think his son had done this before.

The fingers traced along the length of the turgid shaft to
the head and then touched the piss slit. Seth knew Trip was
exploring, it didn't seem sexual but was certainly sensual.

The little fingers wrapped around the shaft and did a few
strokes back and forth, then moved down to the shaven
balls. He was gentle with them and Seth was grateful for
that. Seth finished washing his hair and rinsed it.

He then looked down at his son. "We good?"
Trip looked up and smiled, "Yes thanks."
"Ok then, dry off and get dressed." He smiled back and
winked.

Trip grabbed a towel and dried himself as he left the
bathroom. Seth noticed the cheeks of his son's bubble butt
flex as he walked. Trip had left his dad with a  ¾ hard on
and Seth was tempted to finish it off but didn't.

What was going on with him today? He chubbed up with his
contact with Gage and now this. He pushed it to the back of
his mind because that was the easiest thing to do.

The waiting room of the doctor's office wasn't to full and
Seth and Trip were seated side by side looking at
magazines. Trip hadn't been athletically active in school
but wanted to try out for the upcoming soccer season.

Seth didn't understand why but the private academy where
both boys went, required a full physical exam before any
student could participate. Seth had read over the physical
exam list and saw the school requirements were the same
regardless of age. He knew Trip would get the same exam as
a 17 or 18 year old would, right down to the prostate
check. Seth thought it excessive but probably easier for
them to have one exam than create multiple age based exams.

As is true in so many doctors' offices these days, Seth
knew the exam would be done by a PA instead of the actual
doctor. This office had both female and male PA's and it
was the luck of the draw as to who you got.

"Trip Parker." A male voice called out.
Trip and Seth got up and Seth saw the PA named Damien at
the door of the waiting room.

Seth thought this should be interesting. Seth had been in
two months ago for a physical and Damien attended to him.
It was very obvious to Seth that Damien is gay. Not by his
actions or speech but he was far more touchy and hands on
than needed. He had Seth naked longer than needed. The
hernia check was more of a, fondle than the simple turn and
cough routine. And the prostate exam had a finger in his
ass longer than needed.  But in all honesty Seth didn't
mind a late 20 something grooving on his 36 year old dad
body. He was flattered by it. But he was also happy that he
didn't spring a boner and maybe give the guy the wrong
impression.

Seth saw the recognition on Damien's face as they walked up
to him. A small smile turned up the corner of the PA's mouth.

"Hi Damien." Seth greeted as if they were old friends.
"This is my son Trip."
"I can see the resemblance." Damien replied, then held out
his hand to Trip. "Nice to meet you."

Trip took it and they shook. "Nice to meet you also sir."
He responded politely.
He can be such a nice boy when he wants to, Seth thought.

"Son, Damien did my physical some months back. He's very
good at it. You will be in very good hands."
Seth thought he saw Damien blush slightly at the
compliment. "I will do my best to do a complete job and
make it as enjoyable as possible." Seth couldn't see his
face since they were following him but from the tone of the
response he was sure Damien had a smile on his face.

Damien stopped in front of a scale and weighed Trip then
proceeded to an exam room. "To save time why don't you just
strip down to your underwear?" Damien suggested.

I took a seat in the corner of the office and watched Trip
strip down. He handed me his clothes as he took them off. I
folded them and set them on the floor next to me.

Damien had Trip sit up on the exam table and started in. My
genes may have determined their sex but my wife's
determined their bodies. Trip like Gage had a fair skinned
body. It was lithe and slim like a swimmers build.

Neither of my sons had the more muscled defined body that I
had in my youth. They were both blondes compared to my
black hair. My eyes were more gray blue to their soft blue.

I watched Damien's fingers caress Trip's body as he
examined it. Damien looked to me at one point, I guess to
gage my reaction. I gave him a small smile but nothing
more. Damien was making small talk with Trip in a soft
soothing voice as he did his work. I found the show to be
sensual and Trip seemed to love all the contact.

"Okay young man, now comes the part where I have to exam
your private area. Please stand on the floor in front of
me." Damien announced.

As Damien sat down on a rolling stool. Trip slid off of the
table onto the floor in front of Damien and without being
told pulled off his underwear and tossed them to me. I
laughed at Trips usual bold behavior.

Trip stood up straight and his little prick was hard as a
spike.

"Someone certainly isn't bashful." Damien chuckled. "Since
that's practically poking my eye out, I will start there."

Damien gently took the small prick into his hands and gave
it a few strokes up and down. "Good easy flow of the skin."
He commented. He ran his finger tip around the small flared
head and then spread the piss slit open gently. With
fingers on his other hand he took two fingers and stroked
the hardness up and down while holding the piss slit open.

I knew he was basically jacking my son off in front of me. It
won't have surprised me if he had dropped his head and
sucked the small prick into his mouth. But he didn't.

"All looks good there, no signs of infection or unexpected
fluids. Did any of that hurt?" He asked Trip with a smile.
"No sir, not at all."
"Good, good. So let's move on." Damien rolled the small
ball sack in his fingers gently. It was more of a soft
caressing.

I found myself wondering if I could arrange for Gage to get
an exam from Damien, but I knew Gage would never consent to
me being in the room with him.

I heard Trip coughing and realized Damien was doing the
hernia check. But he continued to caress the small spike
with one hand as he checked with the other. I thought he
was being rather bold but then again at no time did I send
him a signal or speak up to object to his handling of my boy.

"Ok Trip I want you to step up on this stool and bend over
the table. I have to put my finger in your backside."
Trip did as told and reached back and spread his butt
cheeks apart with his hands.

Damien laughed. "I wish all my patients were so eager for
this part." Damien slipped on a rubber glove and lubed the
pointer finger. "Now this might feel a little
uncomfortable, but if you just try and relax it won't hurt
and will be over soon."

Damien gently rubbed his left hand up and down Trip's back
as he started to insert his finger.
We both heard a sigh come from Trip's mouth. A good sigh.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise and Damien looked at me
with the same expression. He pulled the finger out but Trip
didn't move. Damien held up two fingers and looked at me. I
was curious and nodded my assent. Placing his first two
fingers together. He gently slid them into Trip's asshole.

Trip moaned. But it sure as hell wasn't a moan of pain.
There was no mistaking the pleasure in that small boy moan.
Damien pushed both fingers all the way in and twisted them
slightly. Trip continued to make that small pleasure moan.
Damien looked at me and I held the palms of my hands up and
shrugged my shoulders. I sure as hell didn't know what was going on.

Damien withdrew his fingers and the unmistakable moan of
disappointment escaped Trip's mouth.
"Trip." Damien said soothingly. "There isn't anything wrong
but I need to check something out further. I want you to
climb up on the table and lay on your back."

Damien pulled off the rubber glove and discarded it. Next
he picked up the phone on the wall and I heard him tell
someone named Sarah that this appointment was going to take
longer than expected and then he hung up.

Damien moved to the base of the table and pulled out and
set up the stir ups. "Trip I want you to slide down the
table and rest your legs in these." Once in place Trip lay
there with his exposed asshole at the edge of the table.

Damien pulled a lighted magnifying glass over and examined
the anal ring. He would slip a finger in now and then as he
stretched the folds open.

He then rolled himself back away from Trip and looked at
me. "He has had something of larger size inside his
anus. I can see the healed micro rips."

I got up off the seat and stood alongside Trip. I placed my
hand gently on his belly and rubbed it in a circle. "Buddy
I want you to tell me about your butt hole. I promise I
won't yell at you or get mad. You won't get in trouble."

Trip looked at me with trusting eyes. "But I don't want him
to get into trouble either."

The first thought that raced thru my mind was someone is
fucking my son. But I kept a calm face and soothing voice.
"Trip it's important that I know what's happening, please
tell me buddy."

Trip blinked and said softly. "You promise me Gage won't
get into trouble?"

Oh fuckin hell, Gage is fucking Trip, screamed in my mind.
"Buddy please just tell me what is going on." I continued
to rub his belly and managed to control my voice.

"Gage doesn't know, please don't tell him. But I use his
rubber thing and put it in my butt hole. It feels so good
when I do and if I do it long enough my body gets all
tingly and my legs shake and it feels like I'm gonna pee
but I don't." Trip spilled out, still with that look of trust in his eyes.

He searched my eyes for a reaction and I smiled at him
letting him know everything was okay. He smiled back.
I was slightly confused though. "Can you tell me what this
rubber thing is?"

"It looks like you." He replied simply.

"Me?"

"Yea it looks like your thingy. It's made of rubber but it
has balls and it is long and thick and looks like your
wiener."

A dildo I realized. I found it erotic that my son is
fucking himself with a dildo but still calls my cock a
wiener. The clash of the innocent with the depraved act was
stimulating.

"Sometimes I put it in my mouth first and suck on it but
usually I put it in my butt hole. Sometimes I make believe
it's real and that it's someone's real wiener.
Sometimes I make believe its Gage or one of my teachers but
usually I make believe it's you dad." Again I saw Trip
searching my eyes for a reaction.

I winked at him, bent down and kissed him softly on the
lips. "That's very sweet of you buddy. Has it been only the
rubber thing so far? Or have you had the real thing?"
Trip blushed. "I wanted you to be the first."
I had to give him a large smile at that and another kiss.

"Tell me how this started?" My left hand brushed its
fingers thru his blond mop. My right hand slipped down and
found its way to his asshole and two fingers slipped into
his small boy pussy.

I heard Damien sigh and looked over to see him groping
himself. I looked at him and then looked at Trips hard
prick. I looked at Damien again and nodded my head at
Trip's prick.

Damien got the message and moved over to the other side of
the table and dropped his mouth down onto my son's prick
sucking it in. Trip sucked in a sharp breath and then
moaned out in pleasure. I gave him a moment to get use to
me finger fucking him as he got his little nail sucked.

Then I asked him again how this started.
His voice was small and it sometimes was jagged and
accented with sighs. "I saw Gage naked on his bed one night
and he was pushing the rubber thing in and out of his
butt hole. His eyes were closed so he didn't see me.
I was real quiet and watched him. He seemed to be really
liking it and saying weird things like, that feels so good,
oh yea, oh fuck me dad, give it to me, I want you inside
me, I love you dad, spread my pussy open, take me. He kept
repeating those things over and over. He seemed to be so
happy doing it and then suddenly his body shook and white
stuff came shooting out of the end of his wiener and all
over his belly and chest. I snuck back out of his room and
the first chance I got I tired it."

As Trip was telling me this Damien had reached over and was
opening my pants while still sucking Trip. He managed to
get my pants open and pushed down slightly, then pulled my
boxers down. Exposing my now hard and throbbing cock. He
wrapped a hand around it and was gently stroking me.

"How did that go for you?" I asked Trip as I continued to
fuck my fingers in and out of him.
Damien started to move his mouth back and forth between
sucking Trip and then me.

"It hurt just a little at first but not for long. I soon
found that the more I put in the better it felt. And then
the deeper it went the better the tingles' felt." Trip
explained

I then felt Trips small fingers rubbing my ball sack.
"Damien I hate to ask but would it be okay if I fucked my
son here?'

Damien pulled off of my cock and looked up at me. "Well you
sure as hell better fuck one of us." The lust in his eyes
was obvious.

I chuckled as I pulled off my shirt and pushed my pants
down the rest of the way. Damien was stripping himself
naked. He ended up having a really nice body. Not as
muscular as mine but some muscle development.  A soft spray
of lite brown hair with suck able nipples. A cock about an
inch shorter than mine with shaved balls. If I was into
guys I could see myself going after him.

I stepped up between Trips out stretched legs. "Hey buddy,
you ready for the real thing?"
Trip smiled and shook his head yes.

"You won't have to use the rubber thing any more. Daddy's
found a new home for his cock."
My cock slipped in rather easy. That dildo must be around
my size, I thought. I could see in Trip's eyes that I might
be a bit thicker though. It wasn't a look of pain but of
discovering how much more he could be stretched open and
finding it enjoyable.

"Oh daddy yea." He exclaimed as I worked my throbbing daddy
shaft into his boy pussy.

Despite the use of the dildo it was tight and hot and fit
me like a glove. I thrust into him and slowly built up
speed as I went. Damien was caressing my back and chest as
I fucked and was whispering how hot it was to watch a dad
fuck his son. To see the little asshole spread open with a
man size shaft.

The stir ups got in the way a little but I managed to lean
down and kissed my son and then started to tongue fuck him
as I cock fucked him.

I felt Damien's tongue lapping at my asshole as I fucked.
He was rather adept at maintain my fucking rhythm with his
face movements.

I would have never guessed this morning that I would end up
with my throbbing 8 inches buried inside my youngest son's
backside but now that I was I knew this was going to happen
so much more.

Trip was moaning into my mouth as we kissed and fucked him.
"Daddy loves you, he loves your boy pussy. You are also
going to learn how to deep throat my hard fucking cock down
that throat of yours." I moaned out into his mouth. "But
because I love you so much I want to share you with other
men so they can see how great you are at fucking."

I prayed he didn't try to figure that logic out.

I had buried my baby maker, the hard shaft that had made
him balls deep into my son.
The boy I knew I would fuck again and again.
It wasn't important to me to blow my nut in him at this
time. I wanted to take the next step. I wanted to see
another man fuck him.

I brushed my fingers thru his hair and gave him one last
soft kiss on the lips. "Damien is going to take a turn
using your pussy, okay."

Trip just smiled at me. "Okay daddy."
I stood up and pulled out. "Fuck my son Damien." I ordered
with a smile.
I saw his body shudder at the thought and then he moved
into position. He sunk himself in to the hilt all in one
motion and sighed, "Fuck Yea." I pushed him forward and
told him to kiss my son as he fucked him.

I dropped down behind Damien and with him bent over I had a
perfect view of my little boys pussy lips wrapped around
another man's invading shaft. I loved the sight of it, the
smell of it, and the sound of it. I felt Damien deserved a
reward.

I stood up and as Damien was pulling out I shoved into him.
He grunted as I drove into him hard. I pinned him between
me and Trip. My fucking into him drove him into Trip. They
both loved it.


The past two weeks have been wonderful. I have spent every
possible moment I could get with Trip teaching him to
handle his daddy's cock in ways he never thought of.

As I looked thru the magazine I sighed at the happiness and
peace I felt at knowing how happy I was making my son.

"Gage Parker." The male voice called out.

We stood up and Gage looked at me startled. "You don't need
to come in with me."

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable with Damien."
I smiled.