Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2021 15:42:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: The Great American Game pt. 1 The Great American Game By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. It involves descriptions of consensual sex between a father and son. If this isn't to your taste, please don't read. Don't forget to help support Nifty with donations. Part 1 "Way to go son! Nice play!" What a beautiful evening. My son's baseball team was playing against a rival school, and winning. Jeff had just helped out with a double play. Even though it was late July, it was a cool evening here in Missoula, Montana, with a soft breeze coming in from the west. The mosquitos weren't too bad and the crowd was really enjoying themselves. I was always proud of my boy, win or lose, but this evening he really shined. I was looking forward to telling him so on the way home. But I was also looking forward to our usual detour before going back home. It's called Wilson's Run Road; it's the local lovers' lane. On the drive up there, we chatted briefly about the game. All the while Jeff casually rubbed my crotch and played with his cock. He took the wheel briefly to allow me time to unzip my trousers and haul out my cock. That way he could play with it for the last couple of miles before we reached our destination. When we got there we were going to get into full on sex. No holes barred. You're probably wondering how a father and son could be this casual about incest. That's what this story tries to explain. Sometimes on our drive up I would be thinking about the crowd at the game. How many other fathers and sons in that audience had sex? Other times I was looking forward to the night's fun. Tonight my mind was wandering back to that first time, and how all this began. It all had to do with what I think of as the "Second-Greatest Day of My Life." But let me back up and start over. My name is Ed Jenkins and I work for the phone company. I'm 35 years old, 6' 2" and I work out. If you want me to say I'm good looking I will, only because lots of other people have told me that. But I'm not writing this to brag, or even to talk about myself. I just wanted to make one thing clear. I'm not a pervert. I swear to God, I'm not. I'm gay, but no one knows it. Certainly not my wife, or any of my friends or coworkers. My sexual experiences with other men are all anonymous and take place "in the dark" so to speak. At least as dark as the back room of a video arcade can get. My son is 15 and already 5' 9". He's a great baseball player, looks every inch the stud, (especially when he wears his baseball cap backwards) and is twice as good looking as I am. The day he was born was the greatest day of my life. I loved him totally. No, not in the way you might be thinking -- I told you I'm not a pervert. I swear. But I loved everything about him from the start, and the bigger he grew, the more my love grew as well. Two years ago, when he was a few months shy of his 13th birthday, it became clear that it was time for our talk about the birds and the bees. When I picked him up from school one day, instead of driving straight home, I took a short detour out on Wilson's Run Road. Why did I pick that spot? Nothing sinister, honestly. I just knew that it was secluded and we wouldn't be interrupted. As we got into the details of our talk, I started to get my antenna up. He had lots of questions. But instead of asking about a girl's body, (her uterus, vagina, menstruation, that kind of thing), he had question after question about penises, erections, balls, pubic hair, and how big he would get "down there" as he grew. My Spidey sense was tingling. Which brings me to the second greatest day of my life. Jeff almost always took his laptop with him to school, but occasionally forgot it. I was home from work that day and when I walked by his room and happened to notice it was on. The screen was up. Not password protected. The chance might not come again and the temptation was too great. I opened his browser and clicked on the history link. Lots of visits to sites he probably used to research homework, but more importantly, a lot of porn sites. All gay. Every one of them. How did I know at a glance what they were? How do you think? I had visited all of them! Suddenly all the pieces started falling into place. I understood -- better than most dads would have -- what my son wanted. What he needed. And immediately I had a hardon. Now, I'm not a pervert (well, at least I didn't think so at the time) but my mind immediately went racing down a hundred different paths. I didn't want to warp him, sure didn't want to take advantage of him, but by God a man can dream can't he? And that's all I was doing. Just fantasizing really. Daydreaming. Jacking off to pictures of him in the family album. The usual stuff. I decided two things. First, if we were ever going to get together he would have to be completely cool with it. No forcing on my part. Second, I was determined to give him every opportunity to make that first move. That opportunity came after one of his ball games. He played first base, by the way. I had played third base in high school so we had a lot in common including a love of the game. We were driving home when he asked if we could stop at McDonald's and pick up something to eat. My wife was out that evening but had left us some leftovers in the fridge. That didn't sound fun to either of us, so I said sure. We picked up our burgers and fries, and I suggested we eat in the car rather than taking the food home. I drove us out to Wilson's Run again and picked a spot with a nice view. As we finished off the food, we chatted mostly about baseball. I asked in the most innocent way possible, whether he had gotten all his questions answered in our birds-and-bees talk, or if he still had more. He hesitated so I thought I would add a little more encouragement. "Are you still wondering about how big you'll get down there?" That broke the ice. "Yeah, Dad, I am. Is that odd?" "Just the opposite, I'd say. Every boy I know wonders that." "Is there any way to tell?" he asked. "You mean now?" I questioned. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." "Well, only time will tell, but I could at least give you my amateur opinion." I paused a long moment wondering what would happen next. He said nothing but I could see him adjusting his pants slightly. He was throwing a boner. I took my chance, and said in the most nonthreatening and casual way I could, "Okay, let's take a look." To my great relief he didn't even hesitate. He was clearly comfortable with our bond, and eager to get my opinion about his young manhood. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. Then he pushed his underwear down past his knees, and there it was. Hard. And beautiful. And big. His pubes were beginning to fill in nicely, which is exciting for a 13-year old boy. His balls looked hefty and I kept thinking about that old rhyme I heard as a boy: young, hung, and full of cum. Jeff then asked me what I thought. "Well, what do you think?" "I think it's about the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." "No, seriously Dad." "I am serious, son. Look how thick it is. And that cockhead is big and mushroom shaped. That's really...nice." With that I took one finger and traced around the head of his young cock. "This is the part I'm talking about right here. And see what I mean about thick?" I had reached down and encircle the shaft with my thumb and index finger. "Nice and thick." I knew I was taking a real chance here and I kept glancing up to check for any headlights coming down the road. It was clear. Jeff spoke next: "So is it okay if I see yours?" I was startled and speechless. This was better than anything I could have hoped for! "You want to see my dick?" "Yeah, just to compare. It's only fair. What does yours look like?" I didn't speak, but with my heart pounding in my chest I unzipped my pants and hauled out my manhood. He was impressed. "Jesus, Dad, look at the size of it!" "Yeah, it's okay isn't it?" "Oh, man it's more than okay. It's so big." "Well, big or small, as long as it gets the job done." There was a long pause. The silence of the night was beautiful. Crickets were chirping softly in the distance. We were alone with each other, with dicks out. Jeff seemed hypnotized. He continued to stare openly at my dick. I broke the silence, hoping not to ruin the spell of this beautiful moment, and asked softly: "Do you want to touch it?" He answered, not with words, but by reaching over and fondling my man-sized penis. Just as I had a done to him a few minutes earlier, he circled the head, then grabbed the shaft, feeling its hard thickness. That was the sign I needed. It was time to begin. I reached over again, grabbed his cock and slowly began jacking it off. There was not a moment's hesitation on his part -- he leaned back slightly, closed his eyes, and began sighing. All the while he never let go of my cock. "You do me too," I said. He did, and we began the age-old ritual among men of pleasuring each other sexually. I stroked him as lovingly and expertly as I could. He was doing the same to me and it's difficult to tell which was giving him more pleasure: my jacking him off or him doing it to me. He kept staring the whole time at my dick and seemed to get more excitement out of pleasuring my tool than enjoying his own. As we both approached our climax, his breath became shorter and more ragged. He began moaning, softly at first, then more and more loudly. When I knew he was close I did my best to time our climaxes as best I could. It worked. Both of us let out a cry of pleasure as we shot our loads at precisely the same time. It took almost a minute for each of us to finish pumping out jizz. When we had both calmed down he took his hand from my softening penis and reached in the glove compartment where my wife always kept some tissues for "emergencies." He began wiping it off his shirt front and suddenly sort of panicked: "Mom's going to wonder where this stain comes from! What will I say? And you've got one too!" Sure enough my shirt was covered with a glob of sticky white fluid slowly dripping down the front. "Well, we've been eating McDonald's. Let's just tell her they were especially juicy and it's their special sauce." Jeff chuckled and gave me the biggest most boyish grin I'd ever seen. "Yeah that sounds good." "It does sound good. And it tastes good too." With that I stared intently at him. Never breaking eye contact I took my cum-covered hand off his cock and very slowly and deliberately began moving it to my mouth. I began licking his juicy load, savoring every delicious drop. I love the taste of cum and I hoped that the sight of me gobbling down his load wouldn't freak him out. I was right. "Dad...you're...you can eat that?" "Absolutely. There's a lot of things two men like us can do together. A lot. If you want me to, I'll show you all of them." "Dad," he started out. Then sliding closer to me he put his arms around my neck, hugged me close and whispered in my ear "Dad...teach me everything." If you enjoyed this story please feel free to let me know via email. I'd love to hear from you.