Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2017 03:29:00 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Snake Bite Found

Nifty depends on your support to maintain this site. Please donate what you
deem fair on the secure and discreet donation page. Keep the stories alive.


This is a tale of father-son incest. Proceed at your own peril.


This is the second part to the trilogy Snake Bite. Though the story parts
do stand alone you may want to read Snake Bite before you begin...


Snake Bite Found

Marc D'Acoste emerged from the cool lake invigorated. Water dripped freely
from his smooth well-toned form as his feet trod over smooth pebbles until
they found the comfort of parched grass. Lifting the towel up his eyes
glanced about. He expected his son to be nearby but obvious to him the kid
was out of sight. "Wayne?" The call was almost conversational. Then
stronger: "Wayne!" A faint call up the embankment brought instant relief
then slight annoyance. "Where are you?"
     "Here", came the boys trill.
     'Great', he thought, 'that's informative'. Plodding uphill he called
again. "Where is 'here'?" As he reached the top of the hill he was once
more at the wall of forest.
     "I'm here. Just by the boulder."
     Marc knew where as he trudged the few yards to the 'stone pillow' his
son had christened the flat sloped granite. He came upon the rock that now
sported the green-hued speedos that were his sons. The boy sat cross-legged
on his towel as he played a video game. "I told you not to go far", he
admonished.
     Wayne turned to stare with wide innocent brown eyes. "I didn't."
     "Don't give me that look. You got your phone from the truck." Marc
towelled his massive shoulders.
      "I did not!"
      "Tone", he was warned.
      "Daddy, I found it." The cell was waved.
       "Definitely not yours." Marc conceded knowing he would never spend
so much on a phone for a boy who could lose a haystack on a needle. The
powerful arms were dried as the kid went back to his game with a smug
smile. "Don't gloat." But Marc grinned all the same.
     Thinking better of it Marc lay his towel upon the flat of the stone to
lay upon it. The hot sun baked his well-tanned skin further as hands folded
behind his head formed a makeshift pillow. With his son fully absorbed he
closed his eyes to contemplate the world from a peaceful angle.
      The peace was broken by the boys sudden curse of "holy shit". Marc
grumbled, "Language!" The lad knew that potty mouth was for private not out
here in... Marc grinned slightly. Yeah, this was pretty private at
that. Sometimes he was such a dad.
     "Daddy?"
     Marc sighed. It never failed.
     "You oughta see this."
     He reluctantly sat up. "If this is another high score..." The
eagerness of his sons beautiful face convinced him otherwise. "What's up?"
     Wayne climbed naked upon the boulder. "Look at these."
     The sun glared the image to opaque blurs. Looking up he found the
direction but it was no good. The sun was directly overhead. Sliding down
he slid his knees to the grass as his head bending over the device blocked
the rays.
     "See?"
     The image was crystal clear. "Holy shit."
     Wayne scurried to the man's side. "I found them in a folder marked
Snake Bite." His eyes went from screen to surprised eyes back to
screen. His father looked at him with an expression the lad had never seen
before.
     Marc looked at the bars in the top right of the screen. "Did you have
to unlock this?"
     "Yeah."
     "How did you choose the code?"
     Wayne grinned. "4, 3, 2, 1."
     Marc laughed. Then he powered down the phone. "It's almost out of
juice. If you're ready we can head back and see if we can find something to
power it with."
     "But we don't have a phone like that."
     "No." Marc gave a conspiratorial grin.
     Wayne laughed happily.


Wayne entered the backdoor shouting, "Got one!" As he heard the boy race up
the stairs from the playroom he plugged in the phone. "We'll give it a
couple of hours. In the meantime let's set up the bar-b-q."
     Marc went to his room as his son raced back downstairs to retrieve the
bag of briquettes. The man unlaced his shoes. The belt buckle was opened as
he toe-to-heel pulled the shoes free. The holster was removed then
carefully placed on the bureau before the pants were hung up. The shirt
quickly joined the same hanger. Opting for speedos and a loose t-shirt he
put the revolver away before joining his pyromaniac in the back yard. "How
much fuel did you use?" He studied the fires reach.
     "Just enough", Wayne grinned. "You're not a fireman."
     "No, I'm not. I'm an officer of the law." The flame danced with the
slight breeze. "I think I'm going to place you under arrest."
      Wayne giggled. "What charge?"
      Marc shook his head sadly. "The wanton immolation of a perfectly good
ground sirloin."


The phone had fully charged. Downstairs on the couch Marc slid the phone
into the reader. With a few adjustments he turned the wide-screen monitor
on. Turning to his sofa-buddy he nodded, "Ready?"
     "Yup."
     With the keyboard plugged in with its rather lengthy cord he brought
up the contents. Searching icons until he found 'pics' he selected. The
folders were displayed. Scrolling passed vacations, birthdays, favorite
scenic views, and the like they found 'snake bite'. A click and the
sub-folders appeared. One said 'GH', the other 'PH'. "Which one first?"
     "GH."
     Marc agreed. Click. The first pic showed a trucker-looking man with
his arm about a slight not unattractive boy. The man's hand was raised in
greeting. Both had smiles as though it were the most perfectly natural
thing to send shirtless photos. "I wonder who took this?"
     Wayne suggested it could be a timed selfie. "Why not put it on
'slideshow'?"
     "Good idea. Four seconds?"
     The show began. Father and son were mesmerized. The man and boy waved,
kissed, fondled, and took turns licking each other all over. Then there
were close-up shots of each performing oral on the other. Sixty-nine photos
exactly until the file closed. Exactly.
      "Can we see it again?"
      Marc grinned. "Eight seconds."
      Before they thought about the second folder they stared at each other
for a long moment. Then the second folder began.
     "Holy shit!" Marc stared at the screen. "I know that guy!"


Once upstairs as Wayne closed up the house Marc pulled the accordion light
fixture over the kitchen table down. The closed phone was placed in the
pewter center of the globe before it was once more ascended.
     Wayne climbed to the second floor. As he entered the bedroom he placed
the newly burnt disk by the television. Stripping off his speedos he
climbed on the bed hearing his favorite sound; daddy coming upstairs. The
muscle hunk had already removed his tee-shirt. The undone string of his
bathing suit hung outside flapping with each firm step. Wayne reclined on
his side as he lifted a leg straight up wiggling the toes towards the
ceiling. "Hey, sailor. Want a little boy pussy?"
     Marc smirked. The nylon was stripped away quickly. The fat semi lay
across his paw. The slick head already beginning to shed its
foreskin. "Think a sweet little boy pussy can handle nine inches of cop
cock?"
     "Ooh, I've had many more that were much bigger. Much much bigger. I'll
barely feel you in there." Wayne winked. "But it is cute."
     "Glad you approve." Marc swaggered to the bed. Grabbing a thin wrist
he yanked the boy up into his arms. As lithe arms slid about his neck an
arm wrapped about the slim waist of his son. The free palm swung until it
made a loud contact with the firm small butt. The kid yelped with a girlish
squeal. "Don't get cocky with your lover", Marc mock growled lowly.
     Wayne looked into his daddy's eyes as his fingers traced the sides of
the warm handsome face. "Oh, yes, daddy. Please, can I have a cocky?"
      Their lips met tenderly. "Yes, you can. As long as you wash it down
with milk."
      This time when they kissed tongues met in the warm wet sea of
incest. Wayne was pulled into the full grasp of his father's arms. Marc
felt the slim legs wrapped about his waist as he tongued his sons hot
mouth. The boy was helpless to resist the man's passion. Wayne's arms
seemed to encompass his father's head as the brute force of the arms held
him aloft with ease.
     Lips parted as Marc pressed the boys body. The cocklette pressed into
his rippled abs. "Somebody's dink is hard." As he chuckled his knees
carried the two of them across the bed. "How's my baby?" Lips kissed,
tongues tussles in a furtive moment. The lads hands swept over the brawny
shoulders to rest on the top of his pecs.
     The boy slyly cast his eyes lower. "Daddy?"
     Marc kissed his brow. "Yes, baby?"
     "Can we, well, look at the photos again?" Eyes looked up, big and
wide. "I mean only for another quick peek. Could we, hunh?"
     Marc swung the boy out so as not to damage the massive hard-on as he
set the kid on the bed. "Go on then." As the lad rushed to put on the disc
Marc sat on the bed, back against adjusted pillows before the
headboard. One leg up to support his arm, the other stretched out he waited
for the imp to crawl up between.
     Wayne slipped in the disk, set up the t.v., turned off the bed light,
then ran to the foot of the bed. Slowly he crawled up between his daddy's
legs just the way daddy liked him to. Eyes wide he grinned happily. That
also made daddy happy. Once there he licked his lips slowly.
     "Looks like baby wants his bottle." Marc was enflamed. His sweet son
always knew how to do that.
     Wayne took short licks of the fat knob as his eyes looked innocently
upwards. Tongue lapped delicately upon the purple cockhead. Small hands
held onto what they could of the fat daddy prick. Lips kissed the drooling
piss slit. Sucking up the clear liquid Wayne throated his "yum" as he
swallowed. Then the tip of his tongue slid to the vee of the knob. Tiny
little flicks slid from flare to slit to flare. Over and over he lapped his
daddy's most sensitive spot.
     Marc sighed in lustful joy. Paw on the base of his sons head he dipped
the face allowing part of his knob to be sucked into the wee mouth. "That's
it, baby. Now slide the skin up. Hide your lips as you suck." The kid was
an expert. As he received the lovely blowjob he looked over at the
television. Pressing pay the slideshow began. Pic after pic stayed for 10
seconds until the next one appeared. But it was when Paul Havery face
appeared that he was surprised. The good looking single father from
administration that the girls all dreamed about was sucking his sons
perfect little cock. The most beautiful sight in the world was a boy
sucking his father's cock. The second was the father returning the
favor. This could prove interesting with Paul. He would have to think on
it.
     Wayne skinned the cock as he sucked in the full knob. The lips slid
over the flared slopes of the bulbous cockhead securing the knob in a
tender choke hold. The young mouth full allowed the tongue to wiggle
seductively underneath. The constant suckling was just enough to give him
tastes of daddy's nectar. His eyes glanced down to see the man's dense
bush. It was the only part of the athletic frame that sported hair. As he
sucked his fingers slid down the shaft to trail through the coarse
luxury. With daddy's paw as a guide he began to suck up and down in a slow
steady rhythm. Wayne loved it so much when the knob bounced against the
very back of his throat.
     Marc looked at the back of his sons bobbing head. If the kid kept it
up it would all be over. Not yet. The boys head was raised free causing
those wide eyes to stare up into his lusted soul.
     "Close?" The words were innocent but the face betrayed his impishness.
     Marc grinned. "You little tease", he growled as he pulled the youth by
him setting the lover on his back. "My turn."
     But Wayne revolted by squirming free. His frame was supported as he
knelt on the bed. "I wanna watch."
    Marc devised the compromise. His son squatted with his butt resting on
his ankles as Marc moved his face between the knees. Flat on his stomach
the cops tongue reached for his sons bag.
     Wayne looked up. The boy was fascinated by the hairy body in the
second set of photos. That kid sure was lucky to have access to all
that. So much hair. The boy licked the hirsute nutbag with his tongue
firmly planted. Wayne wondered what that would taste like.
    Marc's tongue lifted the precious peas. Bringing his mouth muscle
forward they slid off to dangle preciously. He repeated the effort. Moving
his face in this time he brought the warm sac into his mouth. Bathing the
ballys in daddy spit his tongue played bouncing each about his mouth. Was
anything more magical than the taste of daddy's son? He sucked and pulled
at the bag just the way his son loved. It always caused the little
pricklette to throb as it shed the foreskin.
     Wayne ran a hand through his daddy's hair. His big eyes looked up to
meet his sons hooded gaze. "Suck my cock, daddy."
     Marc did as begged. The shaft was sucked into his wetness as the slick
balls dangled free. Using his tongue as a sleeve he suckled his sons cock
with all the reverence he had. The boy cock was fleshed
steel. Warm. Hard. Thin. Absolute perfection. He sucked by moving his lips
up and down the tiny cocklette. Marc's head was otherwise still - only the
mouth moved. His eyes never left his sons. His throat growled whimpers of
pleasure.
     "Suck me, daddy. Suck my little cock. Show me what a good cocksucker
my daddy really is."
     Marc closed his eyes as his throat reverberation rocked the
cocklette. His tongue slipped downward as his jaw relaxed. The pearls were
scooped up gobbling in to join the prick. He suckled happily on his sons
sex. Now his tongue twirled about cock and balls. Spit trickled down his
chin as he bathed his precious treasure. This was the true love of boy.
     Wayne sighed. This always worked. He felt the familiar tingle run down
his spine. Suddenly his tiny knob began to ache. Legs became tight. Daddy
groaned louder. A finger rubbed his hole. And then... "Oooh!" It was a
girlish squeal of intensity. Fingers pulled on daddy's hair. Wayne's face
was heavenward as his senses ascended. The suckling mouth was a vacuum of
lust fulfilled.
     Marc released as he raised up. Pulling his son down he gently eased
the frame onto his stomach. His knees splayed the boys crablike. Lowering
his hips Marc let his oozing prick slicken the boy pussy. His face looked
down to see his sons face sideways on the bed. His knob wiggled against the
asshole. With a steady push his cockhead forced the hole open as he felt
the exquisite ecstacy of invasion. The muscle clamped shut as the knob went
home. Then everything was still.
     Wayne winced then relaxed. His pussy felt full. The bulbous cockhead
rested inside his body. Now they were more than father and son. They were
united. One being. He squeezed his ass muscle hard then relaxed. Then
again. And again. And again.
     "Oh, baby. Daddy loves you so much. You feel so good. My love is
inside of you. Filling my baby. My cock in your asshole." Marcel grabbed
his cock hard. Using the loose foreskin he fisted his cock leaving the snug
knob inside. The sphincter undulated. His fist pumped. The knob swelled
fully. "Oh, my love. I'm going to breed you with daddy's fuck juice. Going
to fill your boyhood with my love. Ready? Oh, baby. You ready?"
    "Yes. Cum, daddy. Give me a brother. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
     Marc exploded so quickly he yelped. All of a sudden he was in
orgasm. With little warning his knob threw out its jet stream of goo. Wave
after pulsating wave filled his lover. His soulmate. His son. His body
quivered until the faucet stopped.
     Wayne sighed as the knob popped free. Then he felt the best part of
all. Daddy shoved his tongue into his ass.
     Marc pressed his face into the crack of the asscheeks. His tongue
slithered in deep. Deeper than his knob had. It slithered among their
shared juices. As the tongue wiggled syrup slid down the muscle to his
eager throat. The fine mixture of their shared love oozed down his
gullet. The tongue did what his massive cock could not. He tongue fucked
his son.
     Wayne slowly humped his hips. The snake was alive as he rotated. His
insides were full and alive. This was Nirvana. This was ultimate love. This
was daddy.
     Marc slipped his sated tongue free. Pulling the boy into his arms his
tongue shared with the lads own what it had found inside.
     Incest.


Dear reader,

Part 3 will be completed very soon. Feel free to contact me. Emails with
pics get a quicker response but all will be answered. A special shout out
to WD. You were right. And your pics worked. Send me your new email when
you get settled. Watch your back.

Daddyrob2@hushmail.com