Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 21:47:47 -0500 From: Athair Mic Subject: Unwrapping Jeremiah - Part 2 (Gay/Incest) This story is a work of fiction, the characters are not real, and any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is purely coincidental. It contains sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by such material, please stop now. If you would like to contact me to discuss story ideas, your fantasies, and your own memories of family fun, or you just want to chat with a big-dicked Daddy who loves incest stories, email me at thckhrd8@gmail.com. Also, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories so please donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Notes: All of my stories take place in the same universe where teen boys are insatiable and men like it that way. Unwrapping Jeremiah - Part 2: Hank Christmas was looking up. For a while, it looked like the holiday was going to be ruined for all of the family for several reasons, but in the last few days, several pieces had fallen into place, and if I could just get a few more things lined up, this year was going to be the best Christmas of my life. In the last couple of years, I had found myself feeling stuck and bored in my life. Though still incredibly successful, my career left me feeling unfulfilled, and my marriage now seemed stifling. But I had an image to maintain. I was Hank Lawson, a former star high school baseball player, successful businessman, doting father, loving husband, always willing to chip in with a smile. Dropping out and leaving everything behind wasn't an option. Besides, I loved my wife and my son. It was just that everything seemed to be a drab shade of gray. I was thinking of making an appointment with a therapist to figure out if maybe there was something I could do to turn it all around. And then an unexpected visit with Sam and Alex in New York this past summer changed everything. A last-minute business trip to the city left me with an evening without plans, and at my wife's suggestion, I had gone to their apartment to surprise them with an invitation to dinner. As I reached the door, I heard music coming from their apartment. "Great. They're home," I thought as I rang the doorbell. It took a moment or two before I heard someone coming. The door swung open, and I couldn't believe my eyes. "It's about time..." Alex started before stopping suddenly when he realized that I wasn't whoever it was that he thought I would be. I quickly took in the sight of Alex, standing nearly naked in nothing but a jockstrap that was struggling to keep his erect cock corralled. I had always admired Alex's tight and toned lithe body, perfected by hours spent in the yoga studio. As much as I was shocked, I felt blood shoot to my crotch. It was a surprise, but a surprise my cock was happy to have. "Honey. I think you should come here," Alex called to Sam as I took in the scene. Along with all the skin that Alex was displaying, I could now hear the unmistakable sounds of men having sex under the music. And if I had missed that, the smell of sex was heavy in the air. And then it clicked. Fucking. Fucking was the thing that had been absent for the last few years. My wife was a wonderful woman, but her sex drive was nearly non-existent, and except for a few gentle moments of "making love" each year, our relationship was pretty chaste. Even in the early days of our relationship, my wife had never been much of a fan of fucking. For years I had gotten that itch scratched elsewhere, but for the last five years, I had let that slide. Now my cock was coming to life, and it wanted to come out of retirement immediately. "Put me in, Coach," it seemed to be saying. Sam rounded the corner, and the decision was made. I would get a piece of this action tonight even if I had to pay Sam to let me in. It wasn't that hard to convince him to let me join. Once he had recovered from the initial shock of my presence, I could see that he was looking at me how he used to in high school and sometimes still did when he was home and thought I wasn't looking. Upon entering the living room, I took in the scene of pure sexual debauchery before me. Men my age were spread around the room fucking and sucking with five or six young men, a few barely out of college, others barely out of high school, and one or two, I was confident, were still a few years short of voting age. My cock almost ripped a hole in my pants. Sam gave me a look, wondering if I would balk at some of the guests' youth. I let him know that it wasn't an issue, and that, in fact, it made it all the hotter. I was a true pig rediscovering himself. I started by fucking one of the younger men there. I had forgotten how tight a boy in his teen's hole could be. With his cute face, bright red hair, and tight body, he reminded me of the first boy I had had a chance to fuck as a man. At 21, in my last semester of college, I finally experienced the pleasure only a teen boy can give a man. I was on the college baseball team, and one of our coaches had a son, Brian, who had been making puppy eyes at me for the last four years. Now that he was in high school, with his body maturing and his admiration becoming more apparent, I began to return his assessing glances. He would arrive after school to observe our practice, focusing on me and undressing me with his eyes. I found myself beginning to show off my body to him from the outfield. Stretching and flexing to show off my well-developed muscles. Then, after practice, with his father distracted, we would devour each other with our eyes. One day, Coach casually mentioned that there was no one to take his boy to the state diving finals happening in the capital a few hours away with Brian's mother out of town unexpectedly. The plan had been for his mother to drive him there and for the Coach to meet them the next day after dealing with a conflicting commitment. I eagerly volunteered, telling the Coach that I was happy to drive Brian, as I could visit friends once there. I picked him up the next day, and the drive to the hotel where his school's team were staying was fraught with tension, the lust palpable in the air. Once we had checked into the hotel and made our way to our room, any reservations I had were tossed aside. As I closed the door behind me, Brian turned and pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing the tight contours of his stomach and chest. He allowed my eyes to linger for a moment before slipping off his jeans and shucking his socks so that he stood before me only in a jockstrap. He turned and climbed onto the bed, bending forwards onto his forearms to expose his pink rosebud to me. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come fuck me?" he asked over his shoulder. I quickly tossed off the rest of my clothes and joined him on the bed. I spat onto my hand and rubbed it into his hole, poking the tip of my finger into its confines. "You're going to need to do a lot better than that," he giggled. I slapped my cock a few times against his ass crack, listening to him whimper in need. I spat one more time to lube up my cock and then started to push into him. His hole resisted slightly before I breached it and slid into its velvet grip. I had felt nothing like it before. It was better than any woman's pussy I had fucked, or any mouth that had ever blown me. "Oh, my God," I moaned as I slid home. "Harder! Fuck me," Brian demanded. I pulled back, keeping the head inside of his hole's warm embrace. I slammed back into him, again and again, rougher with each stroke. After a few minutes, I paused, pulling out of him. "Turn over," I commanded. "I want you on your back." I grabbed his ankles and, taking advantage of his flexibility, pushed them towards his head, giving me access to fuck even deeper into his sweet ass. I pumped over and over into him, harder and harder, as I felt myself growing closer to cumming. "Oh, fuck," I groaned again. "C'mon, Hank, seed my hole," Brian begged. "You want my load, boy?" I asked. "Fuck, yes, Hank, breed me!" he groaned out as I slammed into him more and more aggressively. My balls tightened, my orgasm building. I could feel my thoughts begin to scramble, and stars begin to float in front of my eyes. "Here it comes!" I barked as I began to shoot a steady stream of cum into Brian's tight channel. His velvet grip turned into a vice as he milked every last drop out of my still rock hard cock. "Man, you're a hot fuck!" Brian grinned once we had caught our breath. The next morning, Brian headed out to his competition, and I spent the day wandering the city, meeting up with a few of my friends that were attending university in the capital. It had been a good day of laughs and catching up with pals. Underneath, though, I was sad that now that Brian's dad had arrived, the two of us wouldn't get a chance any time soon for a repeat performance. Man, was I wrong. I arrived back at the hotel to collect my things before driving back to the university at about 7:00 PM. I knew that Brian would have finished around 5:00 PM, and he and his dad would be in the room if they hadn't headed out to get a bite to eat. "Just be casual," I told myself as I opened the door. In front of me, lying at the end of the bed, was Brian, once again with his ankles in the air, but this time with his father's cock sliding into his boy hole. "Hey, Hank," Coach greeted me as I closed the door behind me. "Brian here told me about all the fun you guys had last night. Thanks for keeping his hole warm for me. We both thought you'd be up for it," he continued. "Thanks?" I replied. "So... you want in on this or not?" Coach asked, nodding down to Brian, who was grinning at me from the bed. I quickly shed my clothes and joined Brian on the bed. I didn't think that my cock could have gotten any harder than it had the night before, but watching a dad slide his cock into his teen son's hole was the sexiest thing I had seen. I slid my cock into Brian's open mouth, and Coach and I spit-roasted his boy for the rest of the weekend. Once I had gotten a taste for it, I was on the lookout for young teens looking for an older man to fill them to the brim. A member of a youth baseball team I was coaching, a kid with a fake ID at a bar I was drinking at while out of town on business. I couldn't come across them often at first, but as I entered my 30s, I found that the boys seemed to find me. Until one evening, I was at work, and Scott, our high school intern, was under my desk sucking on my cock when my boss knocked on my door asking me if I had seen the teen. "He's supposed to be organizing the rest of the files for tomorrow's meeting, but he's not in the file room." "Oh," I stammered as Scott continued to nurse at my cock."I sent him out to get a few things from the store. He'll be back in a few minutes," I lied. My boss gave me an odd look before turning and returning to his office. That was too close of a call. I was starting to get sloppy with when, where, and with whom I was partaking in my little hobby. I had also begun to realize that the age difference between my ideal sexual partners and my son was getting smaller and smaller as Jeremiah was approaching his teens. After that, I quit cold turkey, knowing that if I slipped off the wagon, I would make a mistake that could cost me everything. That had been five years ago and was the start of me falling into the funk that Sam's party had just begun to dissipate. After I returned home from Sam's, it was like everything was suddenly alive and in color again, and every teenage boy I came across, I once again looked at as a potential fuck. My son was now no exception. No longer was he just my sweet son, whom I adored, whose accomplishments I celebrated, whose setbacks I helped him to overcome. No, now when I looked at him, I saw what a sexy young man he had become. He was tall for his age, nearly 5'10 at just 15. His hair color was the same as mine, but he had inherited his mother's curls that sexily fell into his eyes. We shared a square jaw and a love of baseball which had kept him fit, with a tight waist and an ass that was meant to be devoured like a ripe piece of fruit. I found myself staring at him when he wasn't looking, my crotch tightening. During the summer, I made it a point to spend more time with him. We would work on his pitching on the weekends. I began to remove my t-shirt, showing off my still well-muscled body to my boy, looking to see if it seemed to arouse any interest in him. Slowly, I noticed that he was becoming more comfortable wearing fewer clothes around me, often becoming the first to doff his shirt during our workouts. He seemed to sit closer to me, the flesh of his arm or his back pressed into my body. I would surreptitiously sneak a smell of his sweaty musk when he brushed past me. He would ask me to rub down his shoulder after practice, and the sounds of relief he would make would be fodder for my jerk off sessions in the shower at night. Once the school year started, I offered him the opportunity to join me at the gym to help with his conditioning to be in even better shape when baseball season returned in the spring. By the time each of our workouts was over, my cock would start to strain my jock. At first, in the shower, I would turn away from him so that he could not see my arousal but still would steal looks at his slick body as he washed. After a few weeks, I noticed that his cock would begin to chub during our showers, and he seemed to be aiming his crotch towards me, showing himself off to his dad. I also began to expose my erections to him, acting as though nothing was happening as I rinsed off. I could tell that he was impressed with what he saw, sneaking glimpses before running his soapy hands over his crotch. One night he asked me if I could grab a book from his nightstand as he was busy working on a school project in the living room. The book was sitting on the top of his nightstand, but the top drawer was open. Sitting there, unhidden, was a bottle of lube and a butt plug. It wasn't huge, but impressive nonetheless. Was he leaving that out for me to find? A month or so later, he once again asked me to grab something from his room. This time, the nightstand's drawer was closed, but on his bed was his laptop, with a browser window open displaying the paused scene of a video with a young man splayed on his back as four older men violated his holes. Clearly, my boy needed to be dicked down, and I was determined to be the one to do it. It took a few more weeks before an opportunity presented itself. Since Sam had told us that he and Alex wouldn't be joining us for the holidays, my wife decided that she would take the weekend before to have a girl's trip with a few of her friends at a spa resort in the city. It was just us guys for three days, and we both took the opportunity to wear as few clothes as possible. Friday morning, I was at the kitchen table eating breakfast when Jeremiah sauntered in wearing only his briefs. I sat silently, following his pert ass around the room as he made himself something to eat. "Morning, Dad," he chimed as he left with his bowl of cereal. I decided to change out of my shirt and trousers and into briefs and a robe which I kept strategically untied. Later in the afternoon, as I watched a movie in the living room, Jeremiah once again wandered in. I pretended not to notice as his eyes raked over my exposed chest and the substantial bulge in my underwear. That evening as I was walking up the stairs to grab a book I had been reading, I heard the unmistakable moans of porn blaring from Jeremiah's room. I hurried to my room, not to get my book, but instead a little brown bottle I had squirreled away. I walked the short distance to the door to Jeremiah's room and quickly rapped my knuckles against it at the same time as I pushed it open. "Jeremiah!" I yelled as I took in the scene in front of me. My boy was on his bed with his shorts around his ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock, and his laptop open. He froze at the sight of me, standing with a disapproving look in his doorway. "Umm...Dad...," he stammered. "Headphones, Jer. Use your headphones," I instructed as I walked closer to his bed. Standing next to him, I could see that he was watching a scene of a twink being gangbanged by a group of older men once again. He moved to close his computer screen when I stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Dad," he began, avoiding eye contact with me. "There is no need to be sorry, Jer. I don't care if you're watching porn. I like watching porn, too. But you need to use your headphones. If your mother had been home and heard that, she would have flipped." "Sorry," he stammered again. "You don't need to apologize. You're a man now. Men watch porn. But you have to be careful. If you're sloppy, your mother will find out, and if that happens, neither of us are going to hear the end of it. We've been married 16 years, and she still hasn't found my porn." "You have porn, Dad?" "Of course I do. I love porn." "You do?" he asked incredulously. "Absolutely. It looks like you do, too," I said as I nodded at Jeremiah's laptop. "Whatcha watching? Let's see." Jeremiah tilted the screen back up and hit the play button. The scene resumed with a gray-haired man sliding his considerable cock into the boy who couldn't have been much older than 18. The three other men were stationed at the boy's head, feeding his greedy mouth with their hard cocks. "That's fucking hot," I observed as I moved my hand to my crotch, beginning to squeeze my bulge. Jeremiah noticed, and it seemed as though he relaxed just a fraction knowing that his dad was just as turned on as he was by the scene. He turned his attention back to the screen, and his hand that had been covering his cock since I came in began to massage his crotch. The men moved the boy so that one of them could lie down on the bed. The boy lowered himself onto the man's cock, groaning with pleasure as each thick inch entered his hole. Once he settled on the man's lap, the gray-haired man climbed onto the bed as well. The man positioned his cock at the entrance to the boy's hole and began to push in, joining his friend in destroying the teen's ass. Jeremiah's hand began to move more eagerly, rubbing and squeezing at his cock. "Jesus, this is making me horny," I muttered as I reached into my shorts to get better access to my erection. "It's one of my favorite scenes," my boy volunteered. "It's pretty hardcore for a guy your age. How did you get into gangbangs?" "Do you really want to know?" "Of course. No judgment here, son." "Well...Last Christmas, when Uncle Sammy was here, I overheard him on the phone talking to someone back in New York. He said that he was looking forward to getting back home because the guys were getting together to gangbang one of their friend's nephews when they were back. He said that after spending a week with his sexy AF nephew, he needed to drop a load in a boy's hole." "He said all that, did he?" I asked in a flirty tone. "Did that turn you on?" "Yeah. Knowing that Uncle Sammy thought I was sexy, really got me hard. I asked Jimmy what a gangbang was, and he showed me a few videos. I've been obsessed with them ever since." Jimmy was one of Jeremiah's best friends. He was one of those kids who always seemed a few years more advanced than the other boys his age. He had also given me a pretty spectacular blow job in the men's room at the park during this past year's community Labor Day party. "I see. Would you like to be the bottom at a gangbang?" I asked, making no pretense of not stroking my cock in my shorts. "Yeah. That's one of my biggest fantasies." "That would be hot. Would you like to be the bottom at one of Uncle Sammy's gangbangs?" I asked. Jeremiah moved his hand so that he was no longer hiding his cock and began to stroke it openly. "Yes. That would be amazing." "Would you want Uncle Sammy to fuck you?" "Yeah. Jimmy told me that his uncle fucks him when he visits and that it's great." "Did Jimmy tell you anything else?" I inquired. "He told me that he also fools around with his stepdad. He said that incest is the best sex." "He said that, did he? Have you been fantasizing about that too?" Jeremiah nodded. "So, my boy want's to be his uncle's little cumdump?" "Yes," he whispered. With my thumb, I pushed down my shorts until my hard 9-inch cock popped into view. Jeremiah stared with a lustful gaze and licked his lips. "Would you like to be your dad's cumdump?" I asked. Instead of answering my question, Jeremiah reached out and gently wrapped his hand around my hefty cock, stroking slowly up and down. "I want you to be my cumdump, son." I reached out and cupped the back of his head and gently drew him towards the head of my dick. Jeremiah instinctively opened his mouth and licked at the slit, savoring the taste of my precum. "Fuck, boy, that feels good. But I need you to suck my dick, now," I commanded as I pulled him in even closer. His mouth was warm as it wrapped around my length and slick as he bobbed up and down, suckling at the source of the cum that made him. I kept pushing him deeper and deeper down my shaft, reveling in the feel of my son's tongue lapping at my cock as the head pressed against the back of his throat. "OK," I said as he slid back to the tip. "Exhale, and then inhale as you slide back down. And look at me when you do it." Jeremiah locked eyes with me as he followed my instructions. I felt his breath on my shaft as he exhaled, and then as he inhaled and began to slide back down to my crotch, I pushed into him. The head of my cock reached the back of his mouth and then slipped further down his open throat. My boy's eyes widened, surprised that he could take the entire length of my cock. "Good, boy." He pulled back before taking my cock again and again down his throat. "You're a natural-born cocksucker, son. You're doing such a good job." After a dozen or more strokes, I pulled out, Jeremiah whimpering at the loss. "Turn around, lie on your back with your head hanging over the edge. I'm going to fuck your throat." Jeremiah scrambled into place like a good bottom bitch, his mouth hanging open as I positioned myself before him. I inserted my cock in his mouth and began to thrust away, watching my son's throat expand as I worked my way down it. Faster and faster, I shoved until I heard Jeremiah beginning to gag. I slowed my pace and bent over his body. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a few strokes before sucking it into my mouth. He tasted delicious, his precum a salty ambrosia. I pulled off his cock as I reached down to his thighs, pulling his legs up to expose his tight pink hole. I tapped against it with my finger before devouring it with my mouth. I sucked and nipped at my son's hole, pushing the tip of my tongue into it, teasing him as I heard him whimper. I only lasted a few minutes before my need to slip my cock into my son's ass overrode any other thought. I stood and extracted my cock from his throat. "Have you been fucked?" I asked. "No," Jeremiah answered. "But Jimmy gave me some buttplugs, and I've been practicing with those for a couple of months." "Remind me to thank Jimmy," I joked as I spun Jeremiah around. "Fuck me, Dad." He begged. I opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out his small bottle of lube. As I slicked my cock and fingered some into my boy's hole, I pulled his legs over my shoulders and positioned myself to breach him. I reached into the pocket of my discarded robe and pulled out my bottle of poppers. "OK, inhale this and hold your breath a few seconds before you exhale," I instructed. Jeremiah, obedient as ever, did what he was told, taking a deep sniff and then exhaling after a beat. His eyes dilated, and his face flushed as he experienced the rush. "Fuck," he moaned as I pushed into him. "Fuck," I echoed. Jeremiah felt better than I could ever have imagined. This was my son's hole. My baby boy had grown into a submissive, insatiable, cumdump, and I couldn't have been prouder. The pleasure was all-consuming as he milked my shaft with his ass. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me harder," he begged. I increased the speed of my thrusts until I was slamming into him over and over again. "Take it, Boy," I shouted as I manhandled him. I wrapped my hand around his throat, choking him gently. "Fuck, your hole is so good." His eyes locked with mine, and I bent down, kissing him deeply. His mouth ravaged mine as passionately as I had been fucking his ass. "I'm getting close," I moaned. "Breed me, Dad. Give me your load!" My moans became louder, grunting like an animal as I thrust faster and faster. "Fuuuuck!" I shouted as I lost control. My cock throbbed as I shot into my son's hole. Spurt after spurt of cum flew from my cock, pelleting Jeremiah's ass. "Dad..." Jeremiah moaned as I collapsed on top of him. My breathing slowly returned to normal as I kissed his neck. I stood and pulled out of his hole. Once I was out, Jeremiah scrambled around to taste his ass on my cock while he lapped any remaining jizz from my shaft. "Fuck, boy. I've wanted to do that for a while." "Me too, Dad. That was amazing. Can we do it again?" "Absolutely. But first, I think I need to give Uncle Sammy a call."