Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:40:53 -0800 (PST) From: Louis Ryan Subject: Require/Acquire Part One WARNING-- The following is a work of fiction, and all characters are fictional, as are their stories. Sex with minors is illegal and as such should not be tried at home. This work of fiction, and any and all of its installments deal with a father and a son in an loving, if not dysfunctional, incestuous relationshiop. If you are disturbed by this subject matter, not of legal age to read mature erotic fiction or it is illegal to read erotic/gay/incestous material in your country, please do not read further. This may come off as presumptuous but if you like my writing style and have fantasy that you would like to see written out on (screen) drop me a line at louis_ryan83@yahoo.com, I'd be happy to make it come to life . (Will be submitted to Nifty, of course, but I wont profit from your idea, I just love writing erotica when Im not working on my (non-gay or erotic) manuscript.) Any and all comments VERY, VERY appreciated, good or bad. I copyright this story, and have obviously given permission in regards to this being posted in the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website/used for profit without prior permission from me. Remember, my email is louis_ryan83@yahoo.com Tiredly, I rolled on my side to hit my alarm clock, hoping it didn't annoy my father. The last few days it had, and I knew another strike would leave me with a whooping or, worse, a long-term grounding. It wasn't that he didn't understand that I needed an alarm to wake up for the day- he did too- but I would lay in bed for minutes, falling back to sleep each time I looked to the alarm, not knowing that minutes of shrill beeping were reverberating through the house, instead thinking had just woken up. While he tried to help care for my bed-ridden pregnant mother and keep the house clean, as he said, he didn't need a fuckin' alarm ripping his ears off. But this time, thankfully, it hadn't gone on for long. I slid out of bed, en route to the bathroom, and took a detour to pick out a pair of jeans and a shirt for the rest of the day- nothing special, just a polo and some Levi's. Once they were limply lying on my desk I stalked towards the bathroom and once I passed the threshold dropped my boxers, exposing my fifteen year old self to the early-to-rise world. Usually I would close the door, worried my sister or mother would see my bare ass or worse as they walked by, but with my mom forced to stay in bed until the baby was delivered and my sister away at camp for at least another month, I left it open, knowing my dad would be downstairs typing away on his computer or highlighting reams of legal papers or working in the shed. I used to think my father was purposefully an asshole just because he felt like it, or maybe because when he was younger his looks and size allowed him to act however he felt, but I have learned that he simply wants the best for people, even if it means they dislike his delivery system. As I washed myself with some Irish Spring (the only kind my father would buy when he went to the grocery store in lieu of my mother) I worried about my chores-mainly, if I could get out of doing them. Once my auburn hair was washed of its foamy lather I stepped over the rim of the tub and quickly grabbed for a towel, only to find the spot I usually left it at was empty. I had forgotten to set my towel out, the one currently hanging flaccidly on my door knob. I checked, anxious, for more under the sink, although it was a fruitless search. I knew I would get in trouble, but I had to get to my room some way- I grabbed a dry rag, cupped my cock and loosely dangling balls with it, and made a dash down the hallway. *** After drying off I absently wrapped my towel back around my waist, instead of slipping on my jeans- a non-decision that diverted the course of my life forever. I grabbed the rag that I shielded my dick with and went back into the hallway to clean up the noticeable footprints of moisture left on the otherwise immaculate wood floor. I didn't see him at the end of the hall, so when I bent over on the floor to wipe the water off of the floor, the ends of the towel separated like an X-rated curtain, exposing my pink asshole and the hill of my slightly fuzzy ball sack to my father's light green eyes. "You shouldn't walk around this house like that, boy, showing off your ass like that." Shocked, I jumped forward and hunched against the wall, mortified. And I would've stayed like that, had he not added, "Could make a guest real...jealous." "Sorry, dad, I'll just go to my room and get dressed and clean this mess up." I crawled up the wall slowly, not wanting the towel to pull taut against my engorging dick and show off my aroused state, because I didn't know how he would deal with his son not only being a fag but wanting to suck his member raw. I hurried across the hall and entered my room, thinking that it was over, something I would jerk off about, cum to, then lay still, disgusted with myself as my cum dried in puddles on my chest. Instead, the door slammed shut and I heard my father's belt whip off, and I immediately began pleading. "C'mon, I didn't mean to forget the towel, that's all that happened, dad, I promise, it's an accident." "Get your desk chair over here, now." Distressed, I begged, "Please dad, it was accidental." "You better get that chair over here before I change my damn mind, William." I brought the chair over, feeling waves of heat pulsing from all over: my heart, spreading adrenaline; my head, nursing a headache; my cock, thinking about the way my father's sprawling left hand would rest on my lower back as his right whipped me with his leather belt once, twice, three times. Only now, I would be naked, there would be no thick denim or khaki to absorb some of his rage, but at the same time, there would be nothing to dull the sense of his legs under my chest, balancing me, or of fingers accidentally grazing the cliffs of my ass. He sat in the chair and it squeaked, and for a second I was surprised his broad-shouldered, muscular frame could be supported by a generic OfficeMax chair that came in pieces. "You know what to do," He said, gesturing to his lap. For a second, I imagined unzipping his pants, tight professional ones that hugged his sculpted ass in ways that forced an erection onto me every time I saw them, and slipping my fingers into the hole you put your dick through to pee of whatever underwear he was wearing, fishing for his cock and finding it, then gagging on it smiling as he slapped me in the face with its girth. Instead, I walked over, trying to hide my painfully obvious hardon and rested my chest on the tops of his thighs. But suddenly, I understood what he meant by 'before I change my damn mind'. His cock rigidly pointed into my belly button, and I realized he wasn't wearing underwear- the heat emitting from his cock couldn't be so noticeable if two slips of fabric laid between us. In a swift, trained movement, he unknotted my towel and ran a hand over my quivering ass, letting the other one find my mouth and lube up a few thick fingers with my tongue. "Dad," I said quietly, but he hushed me by planting his dry hand between the soft flesh of my inner thigh and whipping it away from its twin, casing me to sit spread eagle in his throbbing lap. His tongue flicked angrily behind a sensitive ear, down the curve of my neck, over and around my nipples and directly over the line of symmetry of my burgeoning abs. I instinctively went for his pants, unbuttoning them and slipping my hand inside, where I found I was right, that it was just his dick. In my hand it felt immeasurable, and as I met its tip with a saliva-covered index finger, a glob of precum greeted me. A finger, one of the ones I sucked on, slipped into my asshole tenderly, slowly wriggling cylindrically in and out, causing me to shiver in anticipation. "Take my pants off, I'm hot." He mumbled in-between loving bites at my nipples. I shimmed my hands as best I could and eventually his pants met the floor, and my balls met his: his were large and hung low, allowing them to touch the chair while mine were two tight spheres of teen hormones, begging for release. After a second finger slipped in, and a third, he started pulling me closer to him, his mouth locked on mine, his tongue leading the way by lightly stroking mine. I hadn't really noticed his size until I knew I was going to be filled with it: it was long and thick enough to make it seem like a feat in and of itself, with a tame bush of dark brown pubic hair sitting atop it. Mine was no more than six inches, but seemed to reflect his thickness, a trait I am glad I inherited. First, he put his thumb on his cock's head and his index under it, on his glands, and used his precum as lube, and then he released a large wad of spit into his palm, running his large hands up and down his veined shaft until it glistened in the morning sun. A second before he penetrated me he ripped his shirt off and I laid my head on his chiseled chest, enjoyed the tease the small hairs gave to my cheeks. He grabbed each of my ass cheeks and separated them until I became slightly uncomfortable and said so, then he lowered me onto his dick, letting out a deep, masculine moan as his first inch passed through my still-tense asshole. My fingers dug into his smooth, ridged back, and I ran my hands over those muscles to try to forget about the pain of him entering me. In and out, that first inch, until I let out a soft, confused moan, and then another inch or two, until finally I was riding him, both of my hands on his hairy pecs, one of his hands guiding my lower back and the other placed behind his head, enjoying the view of me shivering on his rock-hard erection. A smile crossed his face as I felt a hard throb, and he suddenly regained his dominance, picking me up while still burrowed in me, and laying my on the floor. Each thrust became more fervent, harder, rougher, less controlled, until finally he bit my nipple hardly and ran his tongue from the raw teeth marks to my ears, whispered, "Oh god yes," and emptied his balls into me, filling my ass with viscous, hot wad of jizz that lubed my ass pointlessly. It was this that made me spasm violently and let out a loud moan of intense pleasure, spurting my load between my father's chest and mine. He remained over me for a second, even invaded my mouth with his tongue once or twice, then got to his knees and stood up, his erection not fully gone but bobbing up and down, almost like it wanted more of me, of a part of itself. "We need to clean you up boy, you're mom doesn't need the stress of thinking about a dirty boy romping around the house." For a second, I laid in shock, wondering if this was just one big taboo dream and worrying I would wake up and have to clean my cum off the sheets once again. But instead, I heard the shower start down the hall, and the unmistakable sound of a hulking body stopping the waters trajectory, forcing the sound of its weight slapping against porcelain to become less noticeable. I stood up, ran my finger between my legs where some of his cum had collected, and thought about tasting it- but then, I thought, becoming rigidly erect once again, why can't I have it fresh?