Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 13:50:30 -0700 From: Matti Kirjailija Subject: Seth chapter one - Gay Incest Section (New story) Seth Chapter one By Matti Kirjailija Paul Logan glanced at his best friend, Mike Steele, across their table in the dimly lit Italian restaurant, where they'd met weekly since they'd both taken a job in the same downtown building. On that night, each week, Paul's young son, Seth, and Mike's boy, Todd, had dinner with Mike's sister, giving their fathers time to have a "man's night out." Paul and Mike had known one another since they were boys. They'd explored their small world together, as children, been roommates at college, married within a few days of one another, and lived within a few houses of each other for the past eleven years. If one would have asked either of them, they would have said that they knew all there was to know about the other. Recently, they'd found out that such was not the case. The revelations had begun at an extremely private afternoon party thrown by a mutual friend, and neighbor, Blake Andrews. Blake was single, and proud of it. "I don't want a woman cramping my style," he'd laugh, whenever asked why he lived alone. "Y'see," he explained, at one of the neighborhood barbecue parties, "I'm turned on by blondes." He rolled his eyes skyward. "That is a mistake, I'd been told; but noooo, I had to find out for myself!" He shook his head, pleased with the answering chuckles from one of his audience. "The one time I got serious about a woman . . . a blonde, cured me . . . for good! We were at a dinner show, y'see? One of those amateur talent sort of shows. Well," Blake continued, warming to his story, "there was a ventriloquist on stage, with his dummy perched on his knee, telling blonde jokes." Blake did his best to control his laughter, as he recalled his girlfriend's outrage. "Well . . . Amber . . . that was the lady's name . . ." He paused a moment, lost in thought. "Dumb name, Amber," he murmured to himself, then looked up at his all-male audience. "Anyhow, Amber stands up in the middle of this guy's routine and starts reading him the riot act about how much she hates being called a dumb blonde, and how jokes like his demean the intelligence of all women, not only blondes. "Geez, she had the women in the audience hooting and hollering, all in support. Finally, the ventriloquist asked if he could say a few words of apology, and Amber . . . do you know what she did?" The guys standing around him mutely shook their heads. It wasn't often that perpetually quiet Blake got worked up about anything, so seeing him like this, was a treat. "Well," Blake huffed. "Amber, pretty as you please, with her hands on her hips in righteous indignation, shouts to the ventriloquist. "Shut up, dummy; I'm talking to that bastard on your knee!" Suddenly, all the hooting and hollering from all the women in the audience ceased, leaving poor, clueless, and blonde, Amber, wondering what had happened." The ventriloquist bowed his head, while his dummy put a hand over its eyes and sadly shook its head." Blake thought a moment, then shook his head, just as the dummy had. "Even then, poor Amber, didn't understand! "On the way home, all she could do was carry on, wondering why the little guy had to sit on the big guy's lap." "I mean, really!" she snorted. "The big guy was just sitting there, doing nothing! I don't know why he was even on stage!" Blake waited until his friends' laughter had quieted, before continuing, as he made a chopping motion with one hand. "Right then, I decided to swear-off women. I can't imagine what living with someone like that would be like. Still," he smiled, I really do like blondes. His eyes twinkled, as he picked out Seth's father, Paul Logan, from the group of onlookers. "Maybe I should start hanging around with blond guys! Y'think?" he asked Paul, the only blonde in the group. "So . . . " Mike Steele said, thanking the waitress with a nod, and turning back to Paul. "So, have you and Blake been hanging around together more, since then?" He grinned, and, when Paul glanced at him, wiggled his eyebrows. "Yeah, I guess, but not because I'm blonde," Paul hastened to add, then looked puzzled. "At least I don't think that's the reason." He finished his dessert and pushed the plate to the side of the table. "Blake's been coming over to dinner, frequently," he explained. "We have a good time, and he's become pretty close to Seth." Mike snorted amusement. "I'll say! Before that get-together of Blake's, were you aware that he and Seth were . . . ah . . . um . . . fooling around . . . sexually?" Before Paul could answer, Mike slapped his forehead. "Of course you knew! Why else would you show up at his place and not be upset by what you saw?" Mike leaned across the red checkered tablecloth and murmured. "So, how did young Seth and big burly football-player Blake start?" He glanced around to check out how many folks might overhear the conversation he intended to have. "So," he repeated, "How'd Seth and Blake start having sex? I figured that day over at Blake's house couldn't be the first time." He paused. "Could it? I mean," Mike continued, nervously rambling, "You didn't deck him when you came into the house and saw little Seth on his back, with his legs in the air . . ." "With your dick stuck up my son's butt," Paul interrupted, grinning at the furious blush which colored his friend's cheeks. "From all I could tell, by what I saw, Blake was just one of a group of naked guys, standing around the table. You were the one . . . caught in the act . . . so-to-speak." He grinned ingenuously. "Yeah, well . . . Blake and the other guys had already had their turn with Seth. You just happened to walk in when I was doing the honors. I assumed you must have been aware of what was going on . . . with Blake . . . and Seth." Mike raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm not handling this well, at all." He glanced at his friend's Cheshire cat smile, and snorted. "And, you're not helping, y'know." "You're wanting to know if I knew about Blake and Seth. If I knew about them, then you're wanting to know how long it had been going on, and, lastly, and most importantly, you want to know how long Seth and I have been . . . playing. Right?" Mike, sat back in his restaurant chair, with a whoosh of expelled breath. "Geez, Paul, I always did have to drag things out of you, y'know? So . . . spill." He made a hurry-up motion with a hand. "Okay," Paul relented, shaking his head at the waitress, telling her that they didn't need anything, at the moment. "To start with, Blake had already had Seth once. That's how he knew Seth was amenable to playing. I had no idea though, that he was planning on staging a gang-bang, with my son as the star. The first I heard about it was when Seth called me, all excited, and told he was heading over to Uncle Blake's for a sex party. He asked me to hurry up and get over there, because he wanted me to be part of his fun." Paul met Mike's eyes. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I agreed to let Seth be the plaything of men I'd never even met! You'd be right. If it hadn't been Blake who had invited Seth over, I would have had the boy wait until I could go with him. But, since Seth has known Blake his entire life, and Blake had already had him, once, and the fact that I would be there soon, I gave my permission." "Don't worry, Dad," Seth told me, in answer to my unspoken fears. "Uncle Blake won't let anyone do anything bad to me. I'm not ever gonna do something weird, on my own, without letting you know first . . . at least not until I'm older n'stuff. If you tell me 'no', or to wait, or whatever, I will. I don't want you to be worried about me. There's no reason to worry about me being over at Uncle Blake's, though. He's cool, and you'll be there soon, so if anybody pulls any monkey business, you'll be able to punch 'em out for me . . . right?" Paul laughed, his eyes twinkling at his friend, Mike. "I'm afraid my boy has inflated expectations of my physical prowess. Hell, his mother could beat me at arm wrestling!" He made a dismissive gesture, as if pushing away any thoughts of his ex-wife, and Seth's unlamented mother. "You are planning to talk about Blake's first time with Seth, aren't you?" Mike asked. He glanced up, ostensibly looking for a waitress. "Maybe we should order a second meal?" "Okay, here goes." Paul took a slow drink of his water, and grinned when Mike rolled his eyes and made a hurry-up gesture. "Blake was over for dinner one night, about a week before that little party of his," Paul began. "We'd finished dinner and the two of us were sitting in the living room, visiting, while Seth was taking a shower. The first I realized anything out of the ordinary was happening, was when Blake's conversation hiccoughed to a stop and his eyes got wide. When I looked over my shoulder to see what was bothering him, I saw Seth, smiling brightly, walking towards me. "I want to say g'night to you guys," he announced, as he crawled onto the sofa and straddled my lap, with his back to Blake. Now . . . that has got to be the first time Seth has ever set on my lap in that position, and the first time he's sat on my lap at all, since he was six, or so. Anyhow, it was unusual, and I was sure Blake, like me, was wondering what the fuck was going on. Seth put his arms around my neck, then leaned forward and mashed his open mouth against mine, and rocked his hips back and forth over my crotch. When he broke the kiss, he reached down between his legs and groped me, then glanced over his shoulder to our wide-eyed guest. "I love how Dad gets hard every time we kiss." "Uh . . ." Blake managed to say. "Um . . . I guess." He looked at me, as Seth climbed off my lap, his own small erection pointing the direction, as he crossed the room to Blake. "Paul?" Blake's voice went up a notch or two, as Seth climbed onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Blake's neck, just as he'd done mine." "I've gotta say g'night to you, Uncle Blake," he said, squirming slightly on the man's groin. Before poor Blake could respond, Seth leaned forward and gave Blake a kiss, which I'm sure any of his old lady friends would have been hard put to match. You could just see Blake relax and give in to what was happening." Paul leaned closer to his friend, conscious of the fact they were still in a restaurant. "Damn, if Blake didn't snake one of his hands between Seth's spread legs, and started running a finger over the boy's butthole, as they continued to kiss." Paul squirmed. "Fuck, Mike. I was getting really excited, watching what was going on . . . especially that finger of Blake's. "Uuuu, you're really hard, Uncle Blake," Seth cooed, loud enough for me to hear what he was saying. "You must like playing with my asshole as much as Dad does." "Blake looked past Seth's shoulder, to gage my reaction to what was taking place." Paul snorted his amusement. "When he saw that I was playing with myself, as I watched them, he relaxed . . . slightly." "I like what you're doing, Little Man," he said, hugging Seth to him with one arm and continuing to play with his hole with the other. "I've never had a boy do this kind of thing to me before, but . . . yeah . . . I like it . . . a lot." Blake looked at me. "So, Paul, you like playing with your boy's asshole, do you?" I gulped a swallow, and nodded once. "What is it you guys do?" he asked, then added, in a lower voice . . . "Um, and . . . do you guys . . . think maybe I could join in?" "We do lots of stuff," Seth answered, before I had a chance to work enough moisture into my mouth to respond. "I love having Dad shoot his sperm into my butt, best, but I like other stuff, too. As long as it's a grown up playing with me, I'm happy. I don't wanna play with kids. They can't shoot," he added, emphatically. "So . . . you like sperm?" "Up my butt," Seth added, answering Blake's question. "Other places are okay, too, of course." "Damn, Paul!" Blake said, in an exasperated voice. "Is this for real? I mean . . . sperm . . . up his butt?! I'm finding that I'd love to do as he's asking, but . . . I don't know. Have you guys been doing this sort of thing very long?" "Y'know, Mike," Paul said, noticing how his friend had begun to gently massage his groin, using the restaurant's table cloth as camouflage. "All this time, Blake had continued to toy with Seth's hole. He wanted to have Seth . . . bad. Real bad. "We haven't been doing it long, I said, answering his question." "I started it!" Seth proudly claimed. Blake's snort, and comment of, "Yeah? Somehow, I'm not surprised," caused me to smile, and Seth to giggle. "So," the boy continued, still not leaving Blake's lap, "Will you stay with us tonight, so we can play? You can do it to me as often as you want." He wiggled those cute hips of his. "The more times, the better. Tomorrow's Saturday, so you guys don't have to work, and I don't have to go to school . . . so we can play all night long." "Little Man," Blake said, calling Seth by his pet name, but actually speaking to me. "I've never . . . played . . . with a guy before. Neither someone my own age, or someone . . ." he hesitated . . . "younger. Um . . . how many guys have you had?" "Just Dad," Seth answered. "But, I'd like to have lots and lots of guys do me, one after another, until I'm overflowing with their juice." Seth looked over his shoulder at me, then back to Blake. "I never told Dad that that's what I'd like. Ever since he and I started playing, though, I've been dreaming of doing it with lots of guys. So," he concluded, as he slid off of Blake's lap and boldly groped him. "Are we gonna play, or what?" After giving me a last look, Blake accepted Seth's hand, and stood. "If it's okay with your father, and if he's going to join us, sure . . . I'd like to shoot some sperm up your butthole. I like having my hole played with, too, you know," he told Seth, as he and the boy walked down the hallway, and he motioned for me to follow. "I always play with my hole when I'm masturbating. I've never had anyone's dick up it, though." "If he said anything else, I didn't hear, since they'd turned a corner and were in my bedroom." "Dad!" Seth called, a moment later. "Damn, Mike, Paul murmured, openly groping his own erection, oblivious to what anyone in the restaurant might think of what he was doing. "Damn, but when I got back to the bedroom, if Blake wasn't already naked! I had to stand in the doorway for a moment to admire his body." "And, that dick of his," Mike chuckled. Paul nodded. "Yeah, that, too! Fuck, but it was sticking out straight, from that dense mat of black pubic hair! Seth was running a hand over Blake's stomach and chest, feeling the shortly clipped hair, in open admiration. As I began to strip, the boy moved around to Blake's back and squeezed both of his butt cheeks, then slapped one of them, ordering him to bend over. "I wanna see your butthole," he said. Blake wasted no time. He leaned forward and reached back, spreading his ass cheeks with both hands. "Y'like what you see, boy?" he asked, in a gruff voice. "If you do, why don't you kiss it for me." Paul outright laughed, as he described Blake's reaction. "Damn, but his eyes got to be as big as saucers, when Seth mashed his mouth against the exposed butthole, and tongued it." "If you like people playing with your hole, Uncle Blake," Seth said, "maybe I could fuck you. Since I'm sorta small, still, I wouldn't hurt you. Then, when you get used to me, maybe you could ask Dad to fuck you." "Blake glanced at me with a startled expression." "Geez, boy! Let's take this one step at a time, okay? We're here to do you. Let's hold off on making any other plans." "Okay!" Seth clambered onto my big bed. "How do you want me?" he asked, turning to Blake. "Uh, ah . . . geez . . ." Blake glanced toward me. "I don't have a fuck of an idea." He turned back to Seth. "How do you like it?" "On my back, with my knees back," Seth responded, immediately assuming the position he described. "That way, Dad, or you, can get in real deep. Y'gotta remember though, that I'm a small guy still, so you can't get rough or anything." "I was about to say that," I told them both. "If you do, Dad'll punch you out," Seth added, giving me a mischievous glance. "Yeah, right," Blake murmured, as he crawled onto the bed, between my boy's spread legs. It was so strange, Mike, to see another man about ready to fuck my son. Hell, Blake's a big guy, by any definition. I don't mean fat, but big, like a football player. And, Seth's sorta small. He looks younger than his actual age . . . just like your son, Todd. "Well, it was a real turn on to see that big guy getting ready to slide into the little one." "Hold his dick for him, Dad," Seth urged. "You can spread some slippery stuff, both on him, and my hole." "Blake nodded his permission." "Do it fast, Paul," he instructed. "I'm so horned up, I'm about ready to unload, just kneeling here. The thought of shooting a load up inside Seth is about more than I can handle." He suddenly got serious. "Y'sure this is cool with you?" He reached out and squeezed my shoulder. "If you have any doubts, I don't want to do it. Your friendship means too much to me to jeopardize it with a little fun . . . no matter how exciting it might be," he grinned. "I shook my head, and told him everything was cool." Paul turned to Mike. "Secretly, I was having a fantasy fulfilled. I don't know what it is, but I really wanted to see someone else fuck Seth. I'd watched myself take him, in the bedroom mirror, but that's not the same thing as someone else doing it. So, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, where I'd left it earlier in the day, and squeezed a generous dollop onto my fingers and coated Blake's cock, meeting his eyes, as I wrapped my hand around his erection. "Y'like what you feel?" he asked me, with a slight smirk. "Hell, all I could do was nod once. I mean, Mike, I could barely get my friggin' hand around it! And that . . . monster . . . was going to be inside my boy in just a couple minutes! Inside! Pumping a load of man-sperm into Seth's asshole!" "Easy, easy," Mike murmured, across the dinner table. "Unless you want everyone in the restaurant to listen in, you'd better lower your voice a little! Besides, you forget, I saw Blake's . . . thing . . . at his house, that day. But, if you think he's big, what did you think of Lee's son, Kev? Shit, Paul! I didn't think it was possible to grow 'em that big! And, Kev's only sixteen!" Paul seemed to relax. He grinned at his friend, and continued speaking, at a slightly lower volume. "After seeing Blake hard, I put lots of lube on the boy's hole, pushing as much inside as I could, with Blake chomping at the bit n'all. Before I turned the big guy loose, I gave him a stern look and muttered for him to go easy." He nodded his understanding. "You gonna aim me, or what?" he asked, with a crooked smile. "So, I aimed his thing at Seth's little hole, and watched in fascination, as he pushed forward and, without any trouble, slid in, until he was balls deep." Paul shook his head. "Amazing! If it had been me who was on the receiving end, my screams would have awakened the dead!" "Paul," Mike broke into the silence. "You forget that you are not that much smaller than Blake. In fact, if I remember the times we've measured one another, you and I are about the same size. I'm a tad longer, and you're a tad thicker. So . . . neither of us has anything to be embarrassed about in the dick department. As long as no one compares us with Kev, I'm happy; and you know, he wishes he were Seth's size! He absolutely hates his dick." "He hates getting older, Mike. He thinks that, because he's no longer Seth's age, he's no longer attractive to his father. Hell, Lee dotes on the boy. I just don't think Kev is aware of it!" Mike squirmed slightly. "So, Blake was . . . balls-deep. What then? I imagine it was quite a sight for you, seeing someone that big on top of Seth." "Damn right! But, Blake was as gentle as is possible. When I thanked him for being slow and gentle, he told me that's the way he's always fucked . . . slow and gentle." "I wasn't doing anything special, Paul!" he said. "That's the way I make love. That's also the way I masturbate. I hate it when any lady who has masturbated me thinks they, for me to enjoy it, they've got to tear my dick from my body, whenever they want me to shoot a load! For some people, that may be the way to get 'em off, but not me! I like to fuckin' experience every sensation. And, since that was my first time with a guy, especially someone as super-sexy as Seth, I wanted to make it take as long as possible. I gotta tell you, though, that having you standing next to me, watching my every move, was a super turn-on!" Paul's blush caused Mike's brows to rise in question. "Blake told me that, since Seth was too small a guy for him to lean forward and kiss, while he was fucking him, that he'd wished he'd had the nerve to kiss me instead. When I laughed, a little uneasily, he only grinned." "I'm finding this guy-guy stuff way more exciting than anything I could have imagined. And," he chuckled, ruffling my hair, as if I was Seth's age, "both you and your boy are blonds! I have this thing about blonds. You all sorta make me weak in the knees. And," he continued, with a sparkle in his eyes, "you guys are no dummies!" "So . . ." Mike fidgeted in his seat. "Did you take a turn with Seth, too? I mean, with Blake there, to watch?" Paul nodded. "Yes. I stripped down. Blake lubed me up, just as I had done to him, then inserted one of his fingers in Seth's sloppy hole, and rooted around for a moment, causing Seth to squirm. When he withdrew the finger, he studied it for a moment, then let Seth suck it clean!" Now, it was Paul's turn to squirm, recalling how the burly man stood at young Seth's side, letting the boy suck on a finger, while he . . . caressed . . . the boy's body with his other hand, and watched the young man's father fuck him. "I'm gonna masturbate you while your Dad fills you up," he announced to Seth, as he guided me into my boy's hole. "You gotta get as much pleasure as you can, out of all this," he went on, as he lubed-up his thumb and forefinger, and began slowly stimulating the boy. "Kiss me while you do that, will you, Uncle Blake?" Seth groaned. "You doing that while Dad's in me, feels so awesome n'all." Paul looked at Mike, and squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm not done with my story, but I can't handle being in here any longer. I've gotta give y dick a little breathing room." He grinned. "You wanna come by my place, so we can both lose a load, before we go to pick up the boys? I know you're as turned on as I am by all this." Mike didn't have to answer. He slapped some money on the table, as a tip, and hurried after Paul to the cashier, then out, through the dark parking lot, to Paul's car. "I'm not waiting," he announced. The moment the car door was closed, he stripped out of his slacks and underwear, then spread his legs wide and let his erection stand proud. "You strip-down, too," he told Paul. "Just don't get stopped by a cop or anything. I don't want to have to explain to someone . . . especially . . . a woman officer, why we're both naked, from the waist down." "We're still wearing our suit coats and ties," Paul laughed, pleased by the sexual freedom he still enjoyed with his life-long friend. They made it to Paul's house without being stopped, and pulled into the garage. When they finally made it into the house, they both hurried down the hallway and stripped naked. "You wouldn't have complained if Blake had wanted to kiss you?" Mike asked, as he and Paul stood looking at one another, unsure what to do next. Paul mutely shook his head. "Well," Mike grinned, climbing onto the bed and laying on his back. He held his arms wide. "I don't think you and I have ever done any serious kissing. I'm thinking that it's past time to rectify the situation . . . don't you?" Paul climbed onto the bed and lay half across his friend, groaning with pleasure at the feeling of the man's adult-sized tongue battling with his own, and the feeling of Mike's dick rubbing against his. Having sex with his young son was indescribable. Doing what he was doing with the man he'd known all of his life, was . . . even better. "I've always wanted to taste your sperm," Mike murmured, as they parted, breathlessly, from a kiss. "I'm not sure how I'd be with a blow job, yet, but . . . would you consider masturbating and shooting into my mouth? Then, if you would like, I can do the same thing t'you. After another kiss or three," he said, pulling his friend's face to his for another long, slow . . . sloppy kiss. "This is fuckin' hot, but I need to drop a load," Paul groaned, absently thrusting himself against his friend. "I can't begin to tell you how much of a turn on it is, being here in bed with you. Are you still anxious for me to shoot on your tongue?" "Shoot quick, handsome," Mike murmured, "because I'm needing to lose a load, too, and I really want to see my sperm coating your tongue." Paul knelt at his friend's side, steadying himself with a hand against the bed's headboard, as he slowly stimulated himself. When he was but a few strokes away from orgasm, he nodded to his friend that he was about there. I'm gonna stick out my tongue," Mike said. "Why don't you slide the underside of your dick over it, till you shoot?" Paul groaned and nodded. "Won't take but a sec," he managed to say before he looked down at his friend's naked body, his open mouth, and extended tongue, waiting in invitation. He pressed his erection against the slippery, warm, tongue, and began to slowly thrust his hips. This was totally unlike shooting into Seth's mouth. This was an adult. This was his life-long friend, who was asking to taste his sperm for the first time. "Aw, geez," he groaned, a moment before his body twitched, and his balls tightened. He jerked, and the first of three jets of white, hot, liquid splashed over Mike's tongue, then deep into his throat. Mike convulsively swallowed, then welcomed the second and third blasts of sperm. When Paul was finished shooting, Mike leaned closer and enveloped the head of his friend's cock in his mouth, and nursed on it until he was convinced there was nothing left to suck out. "Holy fuck!" he sighed, rolling onto his back and holding out his arms for Paul to join him. "That was absolutely way, way, beyond awesome!" He quickly kissed his friend's lips. "Let's lay here for a bit so we can kiss and you can finish telling me your story. Then, if you still want, I'd like to watch you swallow my jizz. Deal?" Paul finally separated from another kiss, finding that he was looking forward to tasting his friend. "Deal." ~ to be continued ~ If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other story, Hayden, also in the Nifty Incest section. I have also been asked by Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add to his stories. I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit. If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at: matti-kirjailija@me.com And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAT-tea KEAR-yahl-e-yaw. Kiitos, ette luit minun tarinani.