Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2021 01:07:51 +0000
From: David Greg Denton <dgregdenton@gmail.com>
Subject: Sleepwalking Part 2

Sleepwalking – Part 2

Gay, incest, fathers, sons

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Saturday: At breakfast the next morning, I was confronted, not by a "good
morning," but by a, "I had another one last night." I walked to the
coffeemaker, found it ready, and poured a cup.

"Good morning to you too, Son."

"Sorry, good morning, Dad. Um...?" he started but didn't seem to know how
to continue.

"Yes, Son?"

"Dad... I'm pretty sure I'm gay." Well, that was blunt and to the
point. After last night I had been wondering if he was at least bi like me.

"And what makes you think that, Son?" I asked as I sat down next to him and
gave him my full attention.

"Well, I don't dream of being with girls... only guys. I see other guys in
the locker room and know that's what I'm attracted to. Girls are good as
friends, but they just... they just..."

"Don't turn you on?" I asked, trying to finish his sentence for him.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. Well, that certainly was an emphatic answer, so I
decided to come clean about my own sexuality.

"Well, Danny, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm bisexual, always have
been." He looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.

"You mean everybody turns you on?"

"No, Danny, not everybody. I'm turned on by a person regardless of their
gender. Do you see the difference?" He looked confused, so I elaborated. "I
loved your mother, God rest her soul, very much. We met after college and I
was attracted to her immediately. We were friends first and then
lovers. But in college, my roommate and I were lovers. It started out as
fun but developed into something more over the years. Well, for me
anyway. You see, I had fallen for him, but he didn't feel the same way
about me."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"It's okay, son," I assured him as I patted his hand. "It was a long time
ago and I was very happy with your mother. I'd like to think I made her
happy too."

"Oh, you did, Dad. She told me." I smiled and patted his hand once again.

"Thanks, son, that means a lot to me."

"So, I have some questions..." Danny began.

"About sex, no doubt." His face reddened slightly.

"You did say I could talk to you about anything."

"And I meant it. Let me get another cup of coffee." We proceeded to have
the "birds and the bees" talk about gay sex. When he had asked all the
questions he had for the time being, we got up, hugged and got ready to go
about our busy day.

That night, I was awoken again from a sex dream, but this time when I
opened my eyes, Danny was straddling my lap, hovering. He had my hard prick
in his hand and was guiding it toward his love chute. I struggled for a
minute to distinguish dream from reality, so by the time I knew it was
real, it was too late. He had already impaled himself halfway on my hard
cock and was going for the rest. I placed my hands on his thighs, secretly
hoping that it would and wouldn't wake him. But it didn't. When he was
sitting in my lap, my pubes against his hole, the urge took over and I knew
I wanted him there. I wanted to fuck my son.

He raised up and then lowered himself. He did this over and over again and
I had no choice but to go with it. At one point he stopped and hovered, I
took that to mean that he wanted me to take over, so I did. I lifted my
hips, plunging my cock inside him. His head went back and that's when he
took his cock in his hand and started beating off. I retreated then thrust
inside him again. It was SO hot watching him jerk off while I fucked him. I
felt the juices start to rise from my balls and knew I wouldn't be able to
hold out much longer. One last thrust and my load exploded inside his
butt. I let out a muffled scream as he let loose, all over my face and
chest. I licked his delicious cum from my lips and swallowed, wanting
more. I scooped it up as fast as it spurted from his slit and licked the
warm cream from my fingers.

All too soon, he climbed off and disappeared. I cleaned myself with the
sheet then went after him. I found him in his own bed, sound asleep. As I
looked more closely, I could also see my cum dripping from his butt. How
was I going to explain that in the morning? I ran to the bathroom and came
back as quickly as I could, cleaned up the mess, then snuck out, closing
the door behind me. I climbed into my own bed and fell asleep as soon as my
head hit the pillow.


Sunday: The next morning, I was dreading walking into the kitchen but did
it anyway. But this morning was different. No Danny! I walked back down the
hall and opened his door as quietly as I could. Danny was still in bed
asleep. He had remained uncovered all through the night and I could see the
spot near his butt where the cum, my cum, had dried. I couldn't help but
stare at his ass. It was plump and round with a slight dusting of hair. I
just wanted to eat it out, but I didn't. Instead, I pulled the sheet over
him. He woke just as I was about to leave the room.

"Mmm, what time is it?"

"A little after 8:00. Go back to sleep, Son." He turned over and then made
a face as if he was in pain. I shivered knowing that my dick had caused
it. I turned to leave but stopped when he asked, "Dad?" I had no idea what
he was going to ask but I knew I had to face the music.

"Yes, Danny?"

"Did I... I mean did you hear anything unusual last night?"

"Like what, son?"

"I don't know... moaning maybe?" The only moaning last night had come from
me.

"You know, I think I did. Was it you? Did you have another wet dream?" He
thought about it then answered, "I must have. There's a stiff, dry spot
down here." He pulled the sheet back so that I could see. I stepped closer
and sure enough, there it was. Right where I'd cleaned it up. I could also
see the head of his cock peaking out from under the sheet. I tried not to
stare. Then he pulled the sheet all the way back and got up, his cannon
almost fully engorged despite having gone off last night.

"It happens," was all I could think to say.

"Sorry, but I gotta pee," he informed me as he walked past me and into the
bathroom across the hall. He left the door open and when I turned my head I
could see the piss streaming from his thick cock into the bowl. He must
have known I was looking but he didn't acknowledge it. I stripped his bed
and took the sheets down to the laundry room.

When I came back upstairs, Danny was in his tee shirt and underwear making
Sunday breakfast. I always made breakfast for both of us on Sunday while
Danny looked at his phone, so this was a truly strange occurrence.

"Need any help, Son?" I asked, wondering if I could help.

"Nope, I've got it all under control." I sat down at the counter and
watched as he made scrambled eggs and toast, two things until now I was
sure he had no idea how to make. But he was proving me wrong! The coffee
was already started so I got up and set our places, poured myself a cup and
sat back down. "Could you pour me a cup too, Dad?" He asked.

"But you don't drink coffee, Son!"

"I thought I'd give it a try," he informed me. I shook my head but poured
him a cup, then got out the sugar and powdered creamer, sure he couldn't
handle it black like I did. I sat down and waited for him to dish up the
plates I'd set out. Then he put the skillet in the sink and joined me. I
noticed that he sat down rather gingerly, as if he'd been fucked the night
before. I grinned as I took a bite and declared the eggs, "Delicious!"
which of course they were.

"So what brought on this sudden inspiration to cook breakfast?"

"I just woke up in a really good mood, slept like a log thank you very
much, and decided to try my hand at making you breakfast for a change."

"Well, then I applaud you. It was terrific."

"Thanks, Dad."

"By the way... did you have any interesting dreams last night?" I asked as
I cleaned up.

"I did!" He exclaimed. "I hope you don't mind me telling you this, but you
did say I could tell you anything." I nodded and let him continue
uninterrupted. "I dreamed I got fucked and it was amazing. I know for sure
I'm gay now. And it was so real!" He exclaimed as he readjusted his ass on
the stool.

"I'm happy for you, Son. Did you come?" He thought about it and realized
something.

"I think I did. It felt like I did, but there was no cum on me this
morning, just on the sheets."

"That's okay, Son. Sounds like you did even if it wasn't as much as you
thought it should be."

"That must have been it. Anyway, it was great!" I smiled and said, "I'm
happy for you, Son. I really am." He hugged me and said, "Thanks, Dad. I am
too."

That night, I awoke to a cold wet feeling in my ass crack. I felt someone
behind me and when I looked, it was Danny. I thought to myself, He's gonna
try and fuck me! And I know I should have tried to stop him, but then I
thought of how embarrassed he'd be to wake up in my bed with his hand in my
asshole, so I didn't. The next thing I knew he was inserting his monster
cock into my tight hole and, even though it hurt like hell, I let him. Once
he was all the way in, I was able to relax a little and it hurt less. It
hurt even less as he started to withdraw and plunge back in over and over
again until eventually I was really enjoying it. I started jacking off to
the pace he'd set.

"Fuck your daddy, boy. Fuck me good," I said out loud, unable to stop
myself. But still he didn't wake. He just kept on fucking me. And damned if
he wasn't a great little fucker! He finally tensed up and I could feel his
hot load shoot inside me. I gave myself one final pull and came too. I
tried to hold him there, but all too soon he pulled out and left me there
all by myself, cum leaking out of both holes.


Monday: I woke up the next morning with dried cum all over my ass and cock,
so I went into my bathroom and cleaned up before throwing on a pair of
briefs and walking slowly to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of
coffee. Danny was already up, staring at his phone and eating his usual
bowl of cereal. I said, "Morning." He looked up from his phone and
practically shouted, "Morning, Dad!" I cringed.

"Keep it down will you?" I pleaded.

"Did you have a rough night?" He asked, suddenly concerned.

"You could say that," I replied. He pulled out a stool so that I could sit
down then made my coffee for me. I sat down as gingerly as could, my hole
still sore from the night before. He must have noticed because he asked,
"Did you pull a muscle, Dad?" I just nodded. "A hammy?" He asked seeking
clarification.

"No, a little higher." I couldn't tell him it was my asshole that was
hurting because my stud of a son had torn it up the night before.

"Oh, your glute then." I just nodded. "What can I get you for breakfast?"

"I'm fine with coffee and toast."

"Nope. You need something more substantial than that! I'll make you some
oatmeal." He busied himself making my meal while I kept readjusting my ass
on the stool.

After breakfast, he announced that he would clean up and then said, "Why
don't you go and get in your bed and I'll be in to take care of you, okay?"

"I'm not sick, Son, just sore."

"I know. I'm going to give you a massage. Make you feel better. Now go." I
did as I was told, not sure what was going to happen, but if he really
wanted to give me a massage, I wasn't going to pass it up. I laid face down
on my bed and waited. Danny came in a few minutes later. I watched as he
climbed on the bed, a bottle of baby oil in his hand.

"Since it's your glutes that are hurting, I think you need to take off your
underwear." He started to tug at the waistband so I lifted up as he slid
them down my legs then tossed them aside. He crawled between my legs,
spreading them apart so that he could get closer.

"Where did you learn to give massages?" I asked.

"Coach helps us out whenever we strain something. And I've watched a few
videos online. Trust me, okay?"

"I do, Son. I was just curious." As he started to rub the oil into my
glutes, I started to get a little excited. He applied just the right amount
of pressure and even though it wasn't my ass that was sore, I started to
relax and feel better. Every now and then a thumb would graze my balls or
the head of my cock and I would moan.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yeah!" I answered enthusiastically. He massaged my back and legs while
he was at it and I thought I might just have died and gone to heaven, when
he interrupted my bliss and said, "Okay, turn over. Let me get the front."
That shook me out of my relaxed state because my cock was still hard.

"No, that's okay."

"Come on. Just turn over."

"Umm, I can't," I stated plainly without further explanation.

"Oh, hey don't worry about it. Coach says it's natural and happens
sometimes. He tells us not to feel bad about it, so just turn over." He
moved so I could flip over and then he exclaimed, "Damn, Dad... that's one
big, hard cock!" I laughed and added, "Not as big as yours, Son." He just
smiled and continued with the massage, his knees just inches from my
balls. "So does your coach ever take advantage of you when he's rubbing you
down?"

"Nah, he says it would be unprofessional."

"So have you tried anything with him?"

"Well, I'm not gonna say my hand doesn't occasionally brush up against his
cock through his shorts," he admitted.

"I see. And do you think he's hung like you, Son?"

"I've seen him in the shower actually and he's pretty hung." My cock
twitched at the thought. "Does that turn you on, Dad? The thought of me
touching his cock and watching him shower?"

"Frankly, Son, yeah it does!" He smiled and massaged closer to my cock,
lightly grazing the head with his well-oiled hands. It jumped every time he
did it. "Are you trying to make me come, Son?" He smiled even more broadly
and asked, "Would that be such a bad thing? I mean when was the last time
you came?" I didn't dare tell him it was a few hours ago with his cock
buried deep inside my ass.

"Well, I do masturbate on occasion, Son." He laughed and added, "I do it
more than occasionally, Dad," he commented as he took hold of my cock,
stroking it casually.

"I'm sure you do. You're young. I was young once, too." A moan escaped as
he put a twist on it at the top of the stroke.

"You're not old, Dad." He said as he sped up a little.

"Yeah, then how do explain... ohhh... my waking up with a sore ass this
morning? Wow!"

"I was guessing you had some intense dreams last night." He sped up a
little more.

"Yeah, that must be it!" I exclaimed as he sped up even more. I would soon
pass the point of no return and I had to warn him. "I'm getting close,
Danny!"

"Go for it, Dad. Shoot your load!" I really wanted to last longer, but his
skills were no match for me.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as the first ropes of cum shot out of my impossibly
hard cock, hitting my chin. "Oh fuck," I repeated each time a new rope of
cum shot up and out hitting me in the chest. It was a litany of "oh fucks"
until I was spent, Danny still holding my swollen prick, slowing down, my
whole body twitching and jerking with each spasm. When I could finally
speak, all I could say was, "Goddamn!"

Danny let go of my softening cock, leaned down and licked the cum off my
chin, neck, chest and stomach. That gesture left me speechless once
again. He broke the silence when he said, "That was fucking hot, Dad!" And
all I could add was, "Yeah, it fucking was," as I pulled him down on top of
me and kissed his face all over. I hugged him as tightly as I could without
actually doing any bodily harm. After a few minutes of that, he rolled off
me and announced, "You need to take a shower and I need to get to class."

"Right." I let him go despite the fact I wanted to continue to hold him all
day long. He turned back and then leaned over me, kissed me on the mouth,
just like he had done as a kid, then left. I laid there a little while
longer, not wanting to get up, but knowing I had a column due by end of
day.

(To be continued)