Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 22:23:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex Black <theserpentcircle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ian and His Father

Ian and His Father (mm, mM, mmM, mmMM, gay, incest, ws)
by Alex Black
theserpentcircle@yahoo.com
feedback is always appreciated!

All the usual disclaimers apply. Don't read if you're underage. This story
is entirely fictional and all characters are made up, and certainly not
based on my own personal experiences and fantasies.

Some other nifty stories I have written:

/nifty/gay/urination/the-math-teacher
/nifty/gay/urination/brians-adventures
/nifty/bisexual/incest/incestuous-life
/nifty/lesbian/incest/nina-and-gwen
/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/erin-and-i
/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/travis-story
/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/sexlib
/nifty/lesbian/young-friends/one-time-transgression
/nifty/bisexual/incest/pauls-adventures
/nifty/lesbian/incest/taxi-ride

Feedback inspires me to write new stories ... so if you liked this, let me
know!

on with the story ....


IAN AND HIS FATHER



When I was nine years old my friend Ian S_____ taught me a very fun game.

It involved exposing our penises to each other. We would chant "One, two, I
dare you!" and then shove our pants and underwear down to our knees,
giggling and blushing, before yanking them right back up.

Of course, over time we left our pants down for more than just a few
moments. The quick down-and-up maneuver turned into a leisurely strip tease
until both of us were naked and hard. And that turned into some awkward
groping and uncertain fumbling ... standing less than an inch apart and
letting our hard dicks touch and rub together ... moving closer and cupping
each other's bare buttocks while we thrust vigorously against each other.

We didn't know what we were doing. We just knew it felt good.

One summer weekend, when I was spending the night at Ian's house, we
decided to go a little further. We were alone in his room and his father
was downstairs watching TV. We shut the door and stripped completely naked,
then Ian lay on his bed. I got on top. We pressed our hard-ons together and
embraced each other tightly, thrusting and rubbing our hips against one
another. It felt grand.

When his bedroom door opened, Ian did not panic but I did. I jumped
backwards off my friend's body as if 5000 volts had just shocked through
our bodies. I began to stutter as Ian's handsome father, Mr. S_____ stepped
across the room.

He just sat on the bed and patted his bare thigh -- he was clad only in
boxer shorts. Ian clambered into his father's lap, still naked and hard,
and his dad laughed and gently cupped his son's genitals. They both smiled
warmly and kissed each other a few times, brief pecks at first, then longer
and warmer kisses. They looked at me and Ian's father patted his other
thigh.

"Come here and sit with us, D____," he said soothingly.

I had lost my erection but I sensed that I was not in trouble. By the time
I made myself comfortable in Ian's father's lap, I was quite hard again,
even before Ian and his dad began playing with my penis.

Soon enough his father's penis began to emerge from the gap in his plain
blue boxer shorts. Thick at the base and tapering slightly at the head, it
was both scary and mesmerizing. Ian showed me how to use my hands, lips,
and tongue to play with it, and later he showed me how to bring his father
to orgasm and catch his seed in our mouths. And when Ian's father took
turns sucking both of our little hairless hard cocks, I thought I was in
paradise.

They taught me how to enjoy many things -- 69, rimming and being rimmed,
sucking and being sucked, fucking and being fucked, even some piss play.
Ian's dad would lay in the bathtub and masturbate while Ian and I peed on
him, usually on his hard cock but sometimes in his mouth. And sometimes
Ian's dad would pee on us while we giggled and groped each other in the
bathtub.

Although I liked the feeling of Ian's little penis squishing in and out of
my butt, his father's penis was too big to really pleasure me. For a while,
Ian's father was content with simple frottage, rubbing his penis between my
buttocks and ejaculating onto my back or into my mouth. I would watch with
awe and a bit of jealousy as Ian easily accepted his father's cock into his
ass. They said I would be able to do it too after a while. After a lot of
rimming and licking, Mr. S_____ could get his pinkie up my ass in a way
that caused me far more pleasure than discomfort.

Our adventures continued for many months. Not long after my tenth birthday,
Ian's father was able to penetrate me a bit -- enough to put the head of
his cock in and keep it in long enough to cum in my ass. It was wonderful,
especially afterward when Ian and his dad took turns rimming me.

Throughout this wonderful time I kept feeling pangs of jealousy: why did
Ian get to have such a cool, fun dad who did such interesting things with
his son and his son's friend? (It turned out that they also did things with
Ian's other friends, but that's another story.) Why couldn't I do those
things with my dad?

My own father had never been excessively uptight about nudity but he had
never really been open about it either. I could not remember the last time
I had seen him naked and whenever he saw me naked he would just tell me to
get dressed immediately and then walk away. My mother was the same way.

I asked Ian and his father about this but they didn't have much of an
answer. They suggested walking in on my dad while he was pissing or
showering. I tried this and the first few times I was greeted with a curt
"Get out" or "It's rude to enter without knocking, you know." After those
first few times, Dad started to lock his bathroom door.

Ian and his father also suggested that I try masturbating in front of my
father. I tried this too, but every time dad "caught" me he would either
murmur an apology and leave the room, or he would exclaim something like
"Are you doing that AGAIN?" and tell me to knock it off and get dressed. My
mother caught me a few times and had similar reactions.

Mr. S_____ finally proposed a father-son camping trip for the four of
us. My dad agreed to this and during the summer of my tenth birthday all
four of us piled into my family's Ford Explorer and headed south to a small
lake nestled in the mountains.

Our fathers sat in the front seat, exchanging adult small talk and
listening to a sports talk radio show, while Ian and I sat in the back
furtively groping each other and giggling.

At the campsite the men unpacked while we mostly stayed out of the way. We
had selected a nice out-of-the-way campsite at the edge of a dense forest
not far from the lake. There were no other campsites in the area.

Once the tents were set up, Ian stripped naked and ran down to the water's
edge. I walked up to my father to ask him permission to do the same.

Before I could speak, I noticed that Ian's father was in the process of
stripping off his clothes too. "Just us men here!" he guffawed as he
stepped out of his pants.

I noticed that my father's eyes were drawn to the bulge in Ian's father's
crotch. Once Mr. S_____ was completely naked, my dad kept glancing at his
cock and balls, and as Ian's dad ran down to the waterline, my dad stared
after him.

"Dad?" I said. His head snapped around to look at me. The faraway look in
his eyes slowly changed to something more focused.

"Dad, I'm gonna skinny dip too if that's OK."

He stared at me for a moment, then shrugged and said "Sure, D____, why not?
Your mom's not here, right? And like Mr. S_____ said, it's just us guys
here."

And so my father and I both stripped off our clothes. We were facing
towards the lake, not each other, but we kept eyeing each other as we
removed our clothes. It was the first time we had seen each other naked in
years. I was captivated by my father's stocky, hairy body, and he seemed
equally interested in my lithe, hairless frame.

We looked at each other openly for a moment -- a frank appraisal of the
other's nudity -- and I felt myself getting hard. Then something remarkable
happened: my father winked at me. His face cracked into a grin. I winked
back at him and ran to the lake, leaping into the cool and calm water right
next to Ian.

Mr. S_____ swam up behind us and scooped us both up in his arms, then
tossed us into the water. We tried to tackle him and he moved to deeper
water to evade us, but of course as soon as the water rose up over his
waist we all began to grope each other under water and Mr. S_____ was rock
hard in no time.

My father caught up to us and I swam over to him. He scooped me up in his
arms and I am certain that he felt my erection pressed against his
belly. He smiled down at me and then threw me back into the water. We spent
quite a while "attacking" our dads only to be thrown a few feet away into
the water. There was a lot of splashing and shrieking and a lot of subtle
fondling.

Mr. S_____ goosed me several times and I reacted in a way that let my
father know what had happened. Soon my dad was also goosing me and tickling
me whenever he got his hands on me. I brushed up against his penis a few
times and felt that he was fully aroused.

Ian jumped on my dad's back and was pulled around to the front right
away. Ian managed to position himself so that his butt rested directly on
Dad's hard-on. Suddenly they both grew very still. I continued to splash
water on Mr. S_____ but both of us were paying attention to the scene. Ian
was smiling up at Dad, but Dad was staring down at Ian as if he had never
seen him before. Ian moved a bit in the water, probably rubbing his little
asshole on Dad's cock head, and Dad responded by clutching Ian closer to
him and sighing aloud. Then Dad looked up at me and Mr. S_____, and seemed
to suddenly come to his senses, and tossed Ian away from him with a nervous
laugh.

"Time to make some dinner?" Mr. S_____ asked, and my dad nodded and turned
away from us, grateful for an opportunity to escape his discomfort. Ian's
father winked at us, squeezed our boners one more time under the water,
then started wading towards shore with my dad.

As Ian and I caught up, I heard part of their conversation:

"Nothing to be ashamed of," asserted Mr. S_____ while piling charcoal on
the grill. "We're all guys here."

"Well, you know, I've always been modest around my son," my dad said, "and
we're just not used to, you know, being naked and ..."

"Aroused?" He squirted lighter fluid on the dark pyramid of briquettes and
lit it. We all watched it burn for a moment.

"Yeah! Aroused. Yeah, I guess you could say that," Dad murmured.

I could see that Dad and Mr. S_____ were still half-hard.

"Well, the boys don't mind. In fact they're still at full mast! Must be
nice!" Mr. S_____ lurched toward us with his fingers outstretched as if he
was going to tickle our ribs and we danced away from him, giggling and
pushing each other playfully.

"Yeah, I remember when I was that age," Dad said. "Always hard. A strong
wind would do it."

"Oh, no doubt about that," said Mr. S_____. "A strong wind, or a view of a
naked person."

"Yeah," sighed Dad, casting several glances at me and Ian while we chased
each other around the picnic table. I smiled back and waved while I dodged
Ian's grasp.

"There's a fine mud puddle over there by the water pump," Ian's dad
suggested. "Go play over there."

I was disappointed because I wanted to hear the rest of their conversation,
but the thought of wrestling Ian in the mud was too appealing. We grappled
with gusto and were soon covered head to toe in mud. Of course, this didn't
affect our erections at all, and there were a few times when we were
basically dry-humping each other in that big mud puddle. I saw my father
and Mr. S_____ watching us appreciatively.

As soon as the hot dogs were ready, my father ordered us to wash off in the
lake. We did quickly and ran back to sit on the picnic bench, upon which
Mr. S_____ had thoughtfully spread beach towels. We ate heartily, our
hunger temporarily overcoming our horniness, and when the meal was
completed Ian and I cleared away the trash while my father and Ian's built
a roaring bonfire.

My dad went over to our tent for a moment and came back wearing shorts and
a T-shirt. "It's going to get cool tonight," he said apologetically.

"That's why we built a fire, Dad!" I said, and Mr. S_____ laughed.

"Exactly! Ian and I do this all the time, don't we son?" He tousled Ian's
hair and lightly smacked his ass, then cupped and rubbed it blatantly.

My father's eyes were locked on the hand of Mr. S_____. I wanted to give my
dad a chance to do something similar, so as soon as he sat down on one of
the big flat split logs near the bonfire, I sat in the center of his lap,
pressing my butt against his crotch. First he hugged me around my chest and
whispered "I love you son," then rested his hands on my knees. I felt
myself begin to get hard again.

Ian was sitting on his own father's lap nearby, not directly across from us
but about one-quarter of the way around the fire circle. Both Ian and his
father were still nude. Ian's father had his hands on his son's thighs and
was rubbing them gently back and forth. Ian's little hairless cock was
standing upright and trembling in the open air.

"Ah ... so relaxing," Ian's dad said. "What I wouldn't give to have skin as
smooth as this again!"

I felt my father's hands slide from my knees to my thighs. He nodded
silently, then slid his hands back out to my knees. After a moment's pause,
he began to rub my legs in the same way that Ian's father was doing to his
own son. I leaned back against my dad and opened my legs to provide him
better access.

"These kids are great, aren't they?" Ian's dad continued. "So well
behaved."

Again, my father just nodded.

"Here, let's trade. Ian, go sit over there, and D____, come sit on my lap,"
Ian's father instructed. I felt my father's hands tense and freeze on my
legs, as if he meant to hold me in place, but I bounded up and out of his
grasp nonetheless.

Mr. S_____'s erection was plainly visible in the combined firelight and
setting sun. Instead of sitting in his lap facing outwards towards the
fire, I wrapped my legs around his waist and cuddled up against his
chest. Mr. S_____ laughed and hugged me close to him. Our erections were
rubbing against each other. I had never felt so horny in my life.

I glanced over my shoulder. Ian was sitting in my father's lap the same way
I had been, facing the roaring bonfire, with his butt pressed against my
father's hard cock -- only a thin layer of fabric between them -- and his
legs spread. I saw my father's hands first resting on Ian's thighs, then
rubbing them. My father's fingers moved closer and closer to Ian's
crotch. Dad was no longer looking at us or anything else -- he was resting
his head on Ian's shoulder while Ian was blatantly wriggling and thrusting
his buttocks on Dad's crotch.

"It's OK," murmured Mr. S_____, "we're all guys here. Let's have some fun."

It was like Mr. S_____ had finally given my father permission. Dad cupped
his hand over Ian's hard cock and groaned a bit. Ian reached back and held
Dad's head with his arm while whispering in his ear, and then Dad lifted up
his face and kissed Ian -- really kissed him, tongue and everything.

Ian's father chuckled in my ear. "Your cock feels so nice against mine," he
whispered. "Do you want me to suck it while your dad watches?"

I nodded and stood up. Mr. S_____ immediately leaned over and took my cock
in his mouth, but he kept his eyes on my father and his son. I had to
awkwardly turn my head and shoulders to see what was happening.

Dad was masturbating Ian and still kissing him. Ian saw what we were doing
and decided to imitate us -- he stood up slowly, gently breaking his
embrace with my father, then pushing his hips into my father's face.

My father hesitated for a moment, long enough to glance over at me and
Ian's father, and then he closed his eyes and tasted boycock for the first
time.

As soon as that happened, Mr. S_____ stood up and led me over to where they
sat. He seated himself right next to my father, placed me right next to Ian
-- so close that we put our arms around each other's shoulders -- and
started to suck me again.

Mr. S_____ would stop occasionally to murmur encouragement to my father.
"Suck that boy cock," he would say, or "Your son's cock tastes so fucking
good."

After a few minutes of this very enjoyable treatment, Mr. S_____ pushed me
and Ian into each other's positions, so that we each stood in front of our
own fathers.

"Do you want to suck your son's hot little boy cock?" he growled, and my
dad moaned out a fevered "Yes."

"You want to taste that boy cum and boy piss? You like being a hot incest
daddy? Filthy fucking daddy slut?"

Dad nodded and blurted "Yes" several times.

"Then do it. Suck your own son's cock."

My father cupped my ass in his hairy, rough hands and took my little cock
into his mouth. It was so warm and wet. I could feel his chapped lips press
around my pubic bone. I could feel his whiskers rubbing against my balls. I
could feel his tongue exploring me, poking into my piss slit and swirling
around my little shaft.

The men made their pleasure known with strong noises of enthusiasm while
Ian and I giggled, cooed and sighed. I saw that Ian's father had worked one
finger up Ian's ass while masturbating himself, and I saw that my father's
hard-on was straining uncomfortably at his shorts.

Mr. S_____ must have noticed the same thing because he suggested that we
all move to one of the tents. As soon as my father stood up Ian and I were
taking off his shorts while Mr. S_____ stripped off his shirt. My father
kissed Ian's father passionately while Ian and I fondled, licked and sucked
my father's penis.

Eventually Mr. S_____ got us all moved to the tent where he and my father
lay side-by-side with their legs spread and overlapping. Ian and I laid
between our father's legs and used our lips and tongues on their cocks,
balls and assholes while the two men talked.

"I have the feeling that this was planned out," my father said.

"For a long time," Mr. S_____ agreed.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"With your son? About a year."

"Oh my god," my dad moaned.

"It's so much fun, Dad," I said while licking his balls.

"D____ was jealous of us," Ian's father explained. "He wanted to try this
stuff with you a long time ago but you didn't seem interested."

"Oh man ... is that what all of those episodes were about? You walking in
on me in the shower, you jacking off in your room with the door unlocked?"

"Yeah Dad," I said. "I thought it was cool. And fun."

"Jesus," Dad said as I took his cock into my mouth again. "What about you
two?"

"Since Ian was about five," Mr. S_____ said. "It started after my wife
left. Ian wanted to spend the night with me, and back then we weren't doing
so well financially. During the summer we slept nude. One morning I woke up
to him playing with my morning wood. I let him do it, basically ... I
reached down and fondled him, too. It just seemed to be an okay thing to
do."

Mr. S_____ sighed as Ian sucked his cock into his throat and slid a few
slender fingers into his father's ass. "Not so fact, Ian ... I don't want
to cum yet."

"Anyway, I taught him how to make me cum, and after that how to suck me
... by the time he was six we were doing nearly everything. 69, rimming
... you name it."

"That's so fucking hot," Dad moaned.

"You been fantasizing about it, haven't you?" Ian's dad asked.

"Fuck yeah, I have. Since D____ was about that same age, six or seven
... all I could think about was the times I played around with neighborhood
kids when I was that age, and how horny I seemed to be all the time ... but
I didn't want to, you know, rape my own kid or molest him or anything."

At that we all chuckled.

"Mmm, I know what you mean," Mr. S_____ said. "But look at them. They want
to do this."

Ian and I looked up into our fathers' eyes as we continued to give them
oral attention. My father sighed and rested his hand on the back of my
head.

"So fucking hot," he murmured. "I love you, son."

I took his cock out of my mouth and said "I love you too, Dad."

"Let me show you how Ian and I share our love," said Mr. S_____. He patted
his chest and Ian obediently turned himself around and scooted his bottom
backwards until his little cock was positioned right over his father's
face. I imitated this move and soon all of us were engaged in a warm,
loving, unforgettable 69.

My father devoured my cock more than he sucked it. I think he was trying to
make up for lost time. He took my whole cock and balls into his mouth and
sucked noisily at them, tongued my entire crotch area, and rimmed me
vigorously, shoving his tongue into my asshole. I sucked and fingered him
while playing with his balls, and suddenly I was rewarded with hot blasts
of daddy cream on my tongue.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Dad grunted as he showered my teeth with sperm. I swallowed
all of it eagerly and Ian and his dad stopped to watch.

Then it was our turn to watch as Ian reversed position so that he was
squatting atop his father's cock. My dad and I hugged and rubbed each
other's cocks as we watched Ian slowly impale himself on his father's
tapered prick.

We were able to watch Ian's father fuck Ian gently, then passionately, and
observe their expressions of pleasure as Mr. S_____ filled his son's ass
with hot seed. Mr. S_____ admitted to my father that he had already cum in
my ass a few times, although he had not been able to fully penetrate me,
and my father said that he would gladly take on that task.

Our play continued for quite some time until one by one we fell asleep. I
passed out while my father was gently, lovingly stroking my body after he
had brought me to a powerful dry orgasm with his mouth.

The next morning found all of us with piss hards. Ian and I woke up first
and sucked our fathers into life. Mr. S_____ immediately took Ian outside
for a golden shower; my father watched in awe as Ian bathed in the hot
yellow stream from his father's penis. Dad asked me if I wanted to do that
and I said yes; I stood in the same spot Ian had, enjoying the feel of the
steamy piss-soaked mud around my toes, while my father stood in front of me
with a relentless erection, trying to focus on relaxing his bladder. Ian's
father stood behind my dad rubbing his shoulders and murmuring
encouragement while Ian knelt in front of dad to lick his balls and rub his
thighs. Finally the stream started and I giggled as the timid drops became
a proud hot blast of piss against my chest and belly. Ian stood up and
caught some of it on his body, too. When my dad finished, Ian's father
knelt in front of us and sucked each of our cocks while waiting for us to
piss on him, and when we finally did he made sure that we covered him with
our boy pee, as well as filling up his thirsty mouth several times. Dad
laughed and applauded and played with himself during this wonderful wet
spectacle.

We all washed off in the lake and decided to make breakfast before going
any further.

"Are we still going to do this when we get back?" I asked Dad while we ate
our fried eggs and granola trail mix.

Dad thought about it while he chewed. "Well, your mother would not
approve," he said, and I nodded. "We can never do it at the house while
she's home, or when there's even a small chance that she might come home."

"You can do it at our house anytime," said Mr. S_____. "Just offer to drop
off and pick up D____ whenever he wants, and we can spend some time
visiting, if you know what I mean."

"I'd love that," Dad agreed.

"Me too," I said.

"Me three!" Ian chimed in, and we all laughed.

============

feedback is always appreciated
theserpentcircle@yahoo.com