Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 10:53:20 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Sleepwalking Pt 1 Sleepwalking – Part 1 Gay, incest, fathers, sons This is a story about consensual sex between a father and his son. 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! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * Monday: I'm usually a pretty sound sleeper, but on this night, I was awoken by sounds coming from the kitchen. As it's just my son and I, I went to investigate. As I walked past his room, I noticed that the door was ajar, so I peeked in. Sure enough his bed was empty. I walked further down the hall and once I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting at the breakfast bar eating a banana. "Danny? It's the middle of the night. Are you that hungry, Son, that you can't wait until breakfast?" No answer. He didn't even turn around when I spoke to him. That's odd, I thought. "Danny, did you hear me?" Again nothing. So, I went and stood in front of him. He didn't look at me. He looked straight ahead with glassy eyes. He can't be... no, he can't be... sleepwalking? I asked myself. Or in this case, sleepeating. Weird! He'd never done this before. I didn't know if I should be worried or not, so I went back to my room, grabbed my phone and looked up sleepwalking. It was all right there. He was showing classic signs of sleepwalking. I read that I shouldn't try to wake him, so I just went back to the kitchen. But he wasn't there. I went back down the hall and his door was now closed. I opened it as quietly as I could, and peaked in. He was back in bed and appeared to be sound asleep. Weird! I said to myself once again. I went back to bed, but it was some time before I fell asleep once again. Tuesday: The next morning, I went out to the kitchen and found my dark haired boy sitting at the breakfast bar eating cereal. I thought maybe after the midnight banana, he might not be hungry, but he ate just like he always did, with enthusiasm and a little bit of milk dribbling out of the side of his mouth. I chuckled and he looked up from his phone at me and asked, "What?" "Nothing. Did you sleep okay last night?" I asked as I turned on the coffeemaker. "Yeah, why?" "No reason. Any interesting dreams?" "Well, now that you mention it... I did dream that I was hungry, so I came out and made a sandwich. It was weird though. When I got in here this morning, there was paper towel with a banana peel on it! I didn't leave a banana peel on the counter last night, did you?" I didn't want to lie, but I also didn't want to embarrass him either, so I answered, "No, I didn't." He repeated my sentiment, "Weird." "If you're finished, you'd better put your bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. You wouldn't want to be late for class." He didn't comment, just did as instructed, then disappeared down the hall. I heard the shower running a few minutes later and decided just to forget about the strange occurrence the night before. That night, when I got up to pee, I listened for sounds from the kitchen, but there weren't any. I guess it was a one-off, I thought and went back to bed. But a few hours later, I heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. I got up and went to see if Danny had perhaps forgotten to turn it off before he went to bed. As I passed by his room, I saw that his bed was empty once again. As I rounded the corner, I could see him sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked. No answer. I got close enough to look at his face and he had the same look in his eyes from the night before, glazed over, as if he wasn't really watching the TV at all. I waved my hand in front of his face, but he made no reaction. He hadn't seen the gesture at all. I glanced at the TV to see what he was "watching" and it looked like a nature documentary, not Danny's usual fare at all. I turned it off and watched for his reaction. He just sat there like nothing had happened. I decided to sit down next to him. Again, no reaction. I didn't know how long he was going to sit there so I didn't know how long I was going to either. I was debating about going back to bed when he got up. I jumped up and got out of his way. I watched as he went back to his bedroom and closed the door. I shrugged and went back to bed myself. Wednesday: The next morning, Danny was seated at the breakfast bar eating cereal. I went to the coffeemaker and switched it on as I said, "Morning, Son, how'd ya sleep?" He looked at me with a furrowed brow and asked, "What's with you asking me how I slept all of a sudden?' "I don't know, just curious, I guess. Are you tired at all?" "A little now that you mention it." And without my even asking, he added. "I dreamed I was watching TV and there was this old movie on. I didn't know who any of the actors were and it wasn't very good, but I just kept sitting there watching it anyway. Weird, huh? It was like it was the only thing on and I couldn't change the channel!" "Well, you know dreams are weird sometimes, Son. They say they're the way our subconscious works out problems we're having. Is everything okay in school?" I asked, trying to dig a little deeper into what might be causing these sleepwalking episodes. "Everything's fine, Dad," and as much I didn't want to, I believed him. "Well, then I guess they don't always have to mean something then." "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up and put his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and headed down the hall. I still had no idea what any of this meant but as long as he wasn't hurting himself, I just hoped it would all work itself out sooner rather than later. That night, I woke up having to pee and I could see that there was a strange glow coming from the living room. I knew it wasn't the TV, so I used the bathroom and even flushed, so that he could hear it and would turn off the computer and go to sleep, but he didn't, so I walked into the living room. The computer was on in front of him and I could see what was on the screen. It was porn and I couldn't believe my eyes! I didn't think he watched stuff like that. I knew other kids his age probably did, but I never even thought about my own son doing it. I guess I'd forgotten to clear my internet browsing history. "Danny, I think you should turn off the computer and go to sleep. It's late." He didn't seem to hear me at all. I repeated myself. "Turn off the computer and go to bed, Son." Again nothing. "Dammit, he's watching porn in his sleep!" I said out loud, but again he didn't react at all to the sound of my voice. I stepped closer to see what he was "watching" and it looked like regular old porn, nothing kinky or weird. Just then, he pushed down his boxers exposing his hard cock. I'd never seen it hard before. Yeah, soft plenty of times, but never hard. It was longer and thicker than my own, but the beautiful, flared head was almost identical to my own! I was already captivated by the sight of it when he wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke it. I got an instant hardon and even though I knew I should leave and give him his privacy I couldn't make my feet move. I watched mesmerized as his foreskin played hide and seek with the bulbous head of his beautiful cock. Then my feet did move, as if they had a mind of their own. They moved around to the side of his chair. I took my own cock out of my boxers and began to stroke along with him. I knew he wasn't actually watching the couple in the video, but I was curious what he had pulled up on the screen while sleepwalking. They were an average looking duo, he had a big dick and she had fake tits, so I looked back to the real show, Danny stroking that magnificent cock of his. I was getting close and didn't know how long I could hold out when his breathing got heavier and his hand started to speed up. Without thinking about it, I leaned over to get a closer look as his slit got bigger in anticipation of his coming. And just as his cannon went off, I leaned over further and took the head in my mouth, catching the first squirt of his jizz on my tongue. It was sweet and tangy at the same time, so I sucked and sucked as the cum flowed out of his cock and into my hungry mouth. After he was spent, I pulled off him. I looked down and noticed that I'd come too while sucking my son's cock. I watched as he pulled his underwear up and got up from the chair. I quickly got out of his way. I watched as he walked back to his bedroom then cleaned myself up at the kitchen sink. When I stopped to check on him on my way back to my own bed, I saw that he was back in bed and sound asleep. I shook my head and went to my room to try and make sense of what had just happened. I thought back to my old college roommate and all the fun we'd had back in the day. I hadn't been with a man since then, but having a cock, my son's cock, in my mouth brought back a lot of wonderful sexual memories. At some point, I eventually fell asleep. Thursday: The next morning, I found Danny in his usual spot eating cereal and looking at his phone. "Morning," I greeted my son. "Morning," he echoed without looking up from the most important thing in the world to him. I poured my usual cup of coffee and asked, "Sleep well?" He looked up from the device and gave me the strangest look but didn't answer. "You didn't sleep well?" I asked, a little concerned. "Yes and no," he answered. "Well, that's an interesting answer. Care to elaborate?" "I had a... dream... but when I woke up this morning..." he didn't finish, so I thought I'd help him out. "Was it a sex dream by any chance?" "Yes!" "Want to tell me about it?" He seemed reluctant, so I went on, "You know you can tell me anything." "Well, I was watching this couple having sex on TV and I was..." "Masturbating?" He nodded and continued. "Well... I came. I mean it was so real, but when I woke up this morning, I wasn't wet, and my sheets were dry." "I guess sometimes our dreams can seem really real, but in the end they are just dreams." "I guess," he answered, but didn't sound convinced. He got up, put his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, then went down the hall. We went about our morning routine, but I resolved to be more careful if it happened again. That night I couldn't sleep wondering if perhaps there might be a repeat of the night before. I heard Danny's door open and him walk down the hall toward the living room. I followed a few minutes later. I found him sitting at the desk with the computer open to porn again, his dick in his hand. This time was different though. He was "watching" GAY porn. "Well, that's interesting," I commented out loud to myself. He didn't turn in my direction, so I knew he was sleepwalking yet again. I watched as he stroked his big, thick cock, my own starting to tent my boxers. I stood next to him, watching him beat off, then took mine out and joined him. I knew I shouldn't, but I wrapped my free hand around his cock and he let me take over. Then he took my cock in his hand and I let him! We beat each other off until we both came. I managed to keep my mouth shut even though I really wanted to yell out when I shot my load. I let go of his cock and cleaned my hand with my tongue. Then he took his hand away, got up and went back to bed, I did the same. Friday: The next morning, I was awoken to Danny plopping down on the side of my bed and saying very loudly, "Dad, it happened again!" Groggily, I asked, "What happened?" "I had another dream and this time I came!" "Good for you, Son. Did you clean up?" "No, it was dry by the time I woke up." "Okay." I looked at my clock and I still had another hour of sleep, so I said, "Now go back to bed." He said, "Okay," then left. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't manage it, so after about thirty minutes, I got up and started to get ready for work. When I got to the kitchen, Danny was already there, sitting at the counter with a big ole smile on his handsome face. "Still happy about last night, I see." He chuckled and just smiled even more broadly. "Do you remember what the dream was about?" I asked, curious to see if he really "saw" what he was looking at when he was sleepwalking. His smile faded immediately. I realized I'd made a mistake and quickly tried to correct it. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?" He nodded and replied, "Yeah, I do... and I will... soon, I promise." Well, that's not what I thought he was going to say, I thought. But I accepted it for what it was, a step in the right direction. That night, I was awoken from a very sexy dream, where I was getting a handjob, to the feeling that I was actually getting jacked off. I opened my eyes to see Danny in my bed, his hand moving up and down my stiff prick. "Danny, stop!" I almost shouted, then I realized he had the same faraway look in his eyes. He was stroking my cock in his sleep. This was too much! I knew I couldn't wake him, but he really shouldn't have been touching me like that again. Then again, wasn't I just a big ole hypocrite for thinking that when I'd had his hard cock in my hand and even in my mouth! I could feel the juices start to rise from my balls and even though I knew I shouldn't, I was too far gone to stop what came next. I shot rope after rope of creamy jizz all over my chest and stomach. Some even managed to make it onto Danny's face and into his hair. I tried not to scream out, but groans managed to escape my throat anyway. Once I was completely spent, Danny let go of my softening cock and got up to leave. It was only then that I realized, he'd come all over my thigh and it was now dripping down onto the sheet. I got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. When I was finished cleaning myself, I looked in on Danny. He was sound asleep, the top sheet covering just his legs, his magnificent cock lying there against his thigh. What am, I going to do? I asked myself, bewildered at the strange turn of events. (To be continued)