From: "kennyb" <kennyb@rumford.agate.net>
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Subject: Adult Incest M/M
Date: 2 Oct 1996 23:25:46 GMT
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My parents had decided to split after almost 35 years of marriage. Although
I'm 30 years old, it really has fucked with my head. The separation was
bad, the divorce was worse, and what happened between me and dad, well,
let's just say that it threw me more than their splitting up. The old man I
guess has always known that I was bi, probably even before I did. He'd
found playboy and playgirl mags. out in the old storage shed behind the
barn when I was 15. He never asked about the playboy's, but he wanted to
know where I got the 5 or 6 playgirl magazines. I lied and told him that a
friend from school had found them in his aunt and uncle's attic, and had
asked me to stash them for him. He seemed to believe it. After scanning
through them for a second, he returned them to me and told me to not let my
mother find them. I was scared shitless when he entered my room with the
stack of them in his hand, and he could tell. He gave me a smile and said,
"A little stroke material never hurt any guy, son, don't worry about it.
But it'd be a good idea to keep them out of the house. Your mother tends to
frown upon 'porn,' even if it's got guys showing off their equipment. As a
matter of fact, here, you know that trunk in the garage, the small one in
the back under the work bench? Here's the key to that, you can stash your
smut in there, with mine." He said, giving me a wink and then removing the
key from his keychain."Just do me a favor though, huh?"
        "What's that pop?"
        "Try to keep the pages from sticking together, ok?"
We both laughed and he handed me the key. "Just stash the key in the garage
somewhere, and then let me know where it's at, got it?"
I nodded and reached for the key with a shaking hand. 
        "Jesus Christ son, what the hell are you shaking for? Like I don't know
that you jerk off? If you didn't I'd be worried. 'It's yours to play with'
my old man always told me, so relax."
        He started to leave the room, and turned around at the door.
        "Your mother will be home in about an hour, that should give you enough
time to take care of that boner in your jeans there, and then get that
stuff (nodding to the stack of magazines on my bed) out into the garage."
He smiled and walked into the hallway. I was wicked embarrassed, especially
when I looked down and saw an obvious bulge in my crotch. He stared for a
second and then said, "I'll give you some privacy," and he closed the door.
        I was totally freaked out. He had bought the lie about how I got the mags
in the first place, and now he was practically admitting to me that he
jerked off as well. For some reason, I just never thought about my dad
jerking off. Other guys yes, friends too, but not him. And did my mother
know? I had gotten the magazines from an older guy who worked for the Parks
Dept. I had been to his house on a few occassions and we did the circle
jerk thing. He had gone down on me a few times but I had never returned the
favor. He just didn't turn me on sexually, and he was alot older. As bad as
I wanted to jerk off right then, I was still too paranoid. After my dick
had calmed down. I gathered the mags under my arm and headed for the
garage.
        I remember being excited about opening that chest. I was dissapointed.
Just a little shocked. There were your Hustlers and Penthouses, Gallery and
such, but near the bottom were thick magazines that didn't even have
titles. I grabbed one and began to skim through it. I couldn't believe what
I was seeing! They were what I later learned to be BD/SM magazines. All of
the pictures were of Men, not young guys, getting whipped and paddled, some
even had big fake dicks crammed into their asses. I couldn't believe that
my old man got off looking at this stuff!
My dick instantly became hard. The magazine I was looking at was broken up
into something like chapters, although there were no words to be found
anywhere. Each section had about 20 pages. They all involved a woman
abusing a guy in various ways. The men were decked out in what looked like
leather and chains. The abuser in each section was a mean looking snarling
blonde chick, dressed in leather and a wearing a perpetual snear. She was
definately hot looking, but what had me aroused were the men. These guys
were grown fucking men, letting this bitch piss on them, smack them around,
and rape their asses with whatever tool she deemed appropriate. I couldn't
help but wonder if my old man was actually into this stuff, and if he was,
who the hell did he do it with. I knew that it couldn't be my mother's cup
of tea.
        When I reached the last section of the mag, I hit paydirt. It seems that
all of the different men from the previous sections were now in the same
room, and the shit she was making them do was incredible. In one shot,
there was a guy pissing on three of the other guys while he was getting
fucked by another man. In another, she was forcing two men to kiss each
other while the remaining men watched. That was it. I couldn't take it
anymore. I replaced my dad's stuff, as well as my own and locked the trunk.
I ran to the stairs and headed for my room. I had stripped off my jeans and
briefs, leaving my t-shirt on. I hit the bed and began to stroke my now
oozing dick, recalling in my head the sights of those men in their
harnesses and cock rings, big fake dicks shoved into their assholes. My
stroking increased, and as I neared my orgasm, I saw my dad in my head,
chained to a wall, with a huge plastic dick shoved into his ass. As I shot
onto my stomach, I heard,"Goddamn boy, you needed that huh?"
        I opened my eyes to find my dad standing there in the doorway, watching
me. I tried to grab the bedspread and pull it around me, but my mom had a
cruel habit of tucking everything in.
""Hey,hey,hey. Don't do that. Here, use this," he said, throwing me a pair
of his briefs. "Didn't mean to jump you buddy, I knocked but I guess you
were to wrapped up into what you were doing to hear me. Just make sure that
when you get horny in the future, and your mom's around, go out to the
barn, or at least lock your door."
        I felt humiliated as hell, and was glad when he stepped back into the
hallway and shut my door. His underwear had landed on my leg, and when I
went to grab them, I could feel that they were wet. I immmediately brought
them to my face and smelled them. Cum. They were covered with cum! His cum.
He had just finished jerking off and had used his briefs to clean himself
off. The semen was cold, but there was alot of it. Incredible! He was in
his room pounding his cock at the same time that I was. 
        I used his underwear to clean myself, and by that time, they were really
soaked. I wanted to put them on so bad, and wear them for a while, but as I
checked out the tag, he was a size 32, and I was still only a 28. I brought
them to my face for one last smell, enjoying the smell of my father's and
my own load covering the crotch of his briefs. I knew that my mother was
due home in about a half hour, so I jumped up and got dressed. I started to
put my old mans briefs in the hamper in my bathroom, and then decided
against it. I started to walk to my parents bathroom and then decided that
if my mother foud the old man's briefs covered with dry cum, that he'd have
to do alot of explaining. After giving it some thought, I returned to my
room and placed them in my bottom desk drawer. I wasn't sure what I was
gonna do with them (well, actually, in retrospect, I guess I did know), but
I figured they'd be safe in their.
        I was a little nervous as I walked downstairs, but I could hear dad in the
kitchen getting supper ready, and he was whistling. That made me feel alot
better. I hung out in the den until I heard pop holler for me to come and
give him a hand. When I got to the kitchen, he turned around and gave me a
wink."Set the table, would ya?" He asked. I told him sure and grabbed the
plates from the counter. As I made my way to the table, I could feel him
watching me.
        "You did wash your hands, right?" He asked.
I felt my face start to burn, and dad got a big kick out of that.
        "Yeah, I washed 'em, right after I rinsed your underwear out," I replied,
waiting for his reaction.
        "Touce` you little bastard," he grinned, "What'd you do with 'em anyway?"
I forced myself to look him in the eye, and said,"Don't worry, I took care
of them," and left it at that.
        "And those fuck books? You take care of them too?" 
        "Yeah dad, oh shit," I said, realizing that I had forgot to hide the key
somewhere, and that I had also cursed in front of the old man.
        "Watch your mouth boy, just cause you can blow a load as big as your old
man, doesn't mean mean you can talk like him too." 
        I waited to see if he was serious or not, and then again, I got the wink.
        "Sorry 'bout that pop, but I just realized that I forgot to hide this," I
said, pulling the key from my jeans pocket. I handed him the key.
        He turned to face me and grabbed the key."No problem son. I'll tell you
what, On my way into work tonight, I'll stop by the hardware store and have
another one made up, just don't leave it laying around, ok?"
        I assured him I wouldn't, and continued to set the table.It's weird now
that I think about it, but me and the old man had probably 'bonded' more in
the past hour, than we had my entire life. I was still a little embarrassed
about the Playgirl magazines, but after thinking about his choice of
reading (viewing) material, I figured what the hell.

        It was about a week later when he finally gave me my own key. I waited for
a Sunday night when him and mom went to see some friends, and made a bee
line for the garage. As I rooted through the trunk, I realized that all of
his BD/SM mags were gone, as well as two of the Playgirl magazines.
Everything else was there, with an additional Penthouse Forum Magazine.
I was depressed as shit, and even a little pissed off that he had removed
two of the Playgirl's, but I wasn't about to ask him about them.

        Dad and I never had any further discussions about jerking off. I mean we
did when I eventually became grown and started dating women, but it never
came close to the way that he had discussed it with me on the day that he
showed up in my room with an armful of my fuck books. 
I had dated a few girls through high school, nothing very serious, however,
when I started college, things changed. I fell in love with a girl named
Karen and had even proposed to her. I knew that I still held an interest in
guys, but I had also acquired a craving for pussy. Karen was hot but looked
like a school teacher. Her demeanor in the sack was totally different from
the way she presented herself to others. We came close to getting married a
few times, with both of our families blessings, but apparently it was not
in the cards.

        To the present:

        I had been celibate for probably 6 months, when mom called me and told me
that her and the old man were gonna separate. I drove over to the house,
wondering what the hell had happened to cause them to separate after almost
35 years. When I got there, mom was on the back porch crying. She explained
that they had been talking about splitting for almost a year now, and that
the old man had finally left. I learned that he had been staying with a
co-worker of his for two weeks by then. Mom asked if I knew anything, did
he have a girl on the side, etc... After explaining to her that I didn't
know anything, she cried some more and told me that as soon as the house
was sold, that she was moving back down South, and that she didn't want to
leave me, but she couldn't handle living in the house anymore. I assured
her that I could take care of myself, and after getting the phone number to
where the old man was staying, I returned home.
        I don't know why, but I waited a week before calling the old man. I talked
to mom everyday this past week, and I noticed that as each day passed, she
was less hurt and getting more pissed. I was holding off from calling dad,
hoping that he would call me. When that didn't happen by last Friday night,
I decided to give him a call. His roomate answered and said that he was
over to my mom's, picking up some stuff. I left my number and waited for
him to return the call. It never came.
        Wednesday night, around 11:30, there was a knock at my door. I threw on
some sweats and answered it. There, in all his drunken glory, stood my dad.
I looked down into the driveway and spotted his truck, half of it still in
the street. I helped him to the couch, and after some awkward fumbling,
found his keys in his chinos and headed outside to pull his truck up. I was
more pissed at his driving drunk than I was for him not returning my calls.
I parked the truck and headed back inside. I could hear dad in the kitchen,
and then I heard him open what I guessed to be a beer. I slipped his keys
into a plant by the front door and headed into the kitchen.
There he sat, at my table, nursing a can of beer, eventually looking up at
me. I sat down with him, not saying anything, just waiting for him to say
something.
        He finished his beer, looking up at me from time to time. I figured that
we could wait until the morning to talk, so I helped him to his feet and
walked with him to the livingroom couch. I told him to hold on a second,
and left to get him a blanket and pillow. Upon returning, I found him
struggling to pull his t-shirt off. I gave him a hand with his shirt, and
then started working on his boots. 
        "Do you want your pants off too dad?" I asked him, figuring he could pull
them off if he wanted to. It was then that I noticed that he was not as
drunk as I first thought he was. He had been watching me untie and then
remove his boots, with better coordination than a drunk person could
muster.
        "Do you want them off? Son."
        "Come on pop, it's late and I gotta work in the morning. I don't need this
shit. What'd you do, lay outta work tonight?" I asked.
        "Yeah, I know son, and I'm sorry. Had tonight off, and I think I had a few
too many."
I knew right then that the old man was not drunk. When he was loaded, he'd
swear to you that he was sober, hell, he'd fight you over the fact. He
wasn't as drunk as he was wanting me to believe.
        "So what is it dad? What's up?"
While I was looking up into his face, he grabbed my hand and placed it on
his crotch.
        "This is what's up, and I want you to fuck me," he said, at the same time
using his other hand to pull my face onto the bulge in his chinos.
I pulled away immediately. I looked at his face to try to determine what
the fuck had just happened. Fuck him. That's what he said! There he sat, on
my couch, grinning at me while he unzipped his pants and slid them down.
His eyes were wild by now. He had been drinking, I could smell it on him
when I helped him off with his shirt. My eyes lowered to his chest. Hard
pecks covered with black and gray hair. I realized that I was staring at
him, and I felt myself blush when our eyes met again. He was still grinning
as his eyes dropped down his body. He was wearing a jockstrap. A very old
strap at that. I watched as his hands gripped himself, using both hands,
while watching me watch him.
        Goddamn he looked good. Better now than when I was 15. I wanted the hell
out of there but I felt like I was frozen. I couldn't believe that my old
man was coming on to me, and the words that he used had totally thrown me.
        "Come here said," and I did.
        "Wanna help me off with these socks, son?"
        I reached down with my hand, waiting for him to raise his foot into it.
Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down to my knees. There I was, a
31 year old man, on his knees between his father's legs, staring directly
at the huge bulge in the well worn jock strap. He slid down into the couch
a little, letting his hard ass rest on the edge. As he raised his legs in
the air, pointed his feet towards me, he opened his thighs. The sight of
his dick encased in the pouch, and his asshole almost visible, caused my
stiff dick to begin to ooze precum. I removed his socks and he placed his
feet on the floor on either side of me. Dad jumped me by reaching out and
gripping my dick through my sweats.
        "You want to fuck me boy? You want to slide that big dick of yours up my
ass? Oh yeah, you feel real good son, nice piece of meat you got there,
real nice," he growled, "let me see that fucker."
I had begun to feel like a 15 year old again. But something inside of me
just kind of flipped, and I found myself rising to my feet, looming over my
sexy as hell father. I wasn't 15 anymore, I was 31, and extremely turned
on. I jerked my cock through the sweats, sqeezing more precum out of my
dick and soaking the cloth. "You wanna see my dick, pop? This what you want
to see?" I said, peeling the sweats down my legs and then off. I stood
there, stroking my rod sneering at the old man laying there checking me out
with a hungry looks in his eyes. "Let's go stud, my room, and leave the
jock on," I told him, and left him sitting there while I turned and went to
my bedroom.
        I lay down on the bed, waiting for my father to walk in. After what seemed
like hours, he appeared in the doorway and paused. I could see that he was
a little nervous now, and for some reason, I found some pleasure in that. I
was laying there stroking my cock, waiting for him to join me on the bed.
It seemed that he liked to watch me but tha's not exactly what I had in
mind.
        "Come here Dad, let me see that hot ass of yours."
I watched him as he climbed onto of the bed and then straddled me with his
face pointed towards my feet. I reached up and spread the cheeks of his
ass. God what a beautiful sight! He had a great ass and he knew it. 
        "You like that son? You like my ass huh? "
Without warning, I raised my face to his crack and slid my tongue over his
asshole. He let out a low growl and fell forward, reaching around with both
of his hands to spread the cheeks of his ass for me. He drove his ass down
into my face and began grunt.
        "Yeah, that's it baby, you like my ass don't you? OH YEAH! Fuck my hole
with your tongue boy, OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD! Eat my fucking hole you
sexy bastard, get me ready for that stiff dick, OH YEAH THAT"S GOOD. TONGUE
MY FUCKING HOLE SON. DO IT!!!!!!"
        The raunchy talk from my old man had me ready to shoot. I rolled him off
of me and swung around to slip between his legs. He immediately grabbed his
legs behind the knees and raised them in the air. I couldn't believe the
incredible sight before me. He was one hot looking motherfucker, and I
wanted him to fuck me with what was obviously a huge cock stuffed into his
now soaked jock. I'd fuck him, just like he wanted, was begging for  it
actually, but before the night was through, I would have my father's rod
buried to the hilt inside of my ass."Come on baby," he said,"slide that
fucking thing up my ass and don't go easy, I want to feel that fucker rip
me open."
        I grabbed my leaking cock in my hand and aimed it that beautiful hole of
his. I pressed my cock head to his asshole and was surprised to see it
spasm around it. I started to rub first my cock head, and then the entire
lenght of my shaft along his hole. I wanted to slam it into him, but I
wanted him to beg for it. More. It was hard not to sink my 9 inches into
his waiting hole, but it was harder for Dad.
        "Come on baby, I gotta feel that thing buried up my ass, do it baby, do
it, FUCK MY HOLE!"
        "You want it Dad? You want me shove my big man dick up your ass? You want
to feel me slam that hole?"
        "Yeah, come on Son, I want it, I need that fucking thing in me,
PLEASE!!!!!"
That was all it took. I steadied myself on my knees, pressed my cockhead to
his hole, and slammed the first five inches into him in one move.
        "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK !!!!!! That hurts so fucking
good. Hard fucking cock.... up my ass.
YEAH!!!!!
        I looked down to see my cock shoved in to my dad's asshole, and I had to
shut my eyes. Just the sight of it was about to bring me off.
        "How's that feel Son? You like it? Goddamn you feel incredible!"
I looked him directly in the eyes, and with one plunge, I'd buried all 9
inches of my hard rod into his ass."Yeah I like it Pop. You got a tight ass
man, are you ok?"
        "Fuck me boy! Don't worry I can take it. Fuck me hard, I want it to hurt.
Slam that hot dick up my ass!!!!"
I reared back, pulling all but the first one or two inches out of his
clenching hole, and looking him in the face, I slammed into him to the hilt
He  threw his head down into the pillow, and began to shake it from side to
side. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, or a mixture of
both, until he lifted his head and said to me, "Now fuck me boy, and I mean
FUCK ME HARD!"
        I began to slam into him, aware of the hairs surrounding his asshole were
following my cock into his hole. The added friction was incredible. 
        "That's it son," he gasped,"I knew you'd be a good fuck. Yeah baby, big
dick in my ass, fuck you look so good slamming that huge fucking thing into
me."
        I lowered my face to his ear and asked him to get up on his knees. He
nodded ok, and I pulled out of him. I guess I pulled out too fast, because
he hollered when the head slipped pass his sphincter. I manueverd him side
ways on the bed and watched as he plaved his head down on the bed and
reached back with his hands to spread his ass for me. I didn't give him any
warning as I shoved my aching pole inside of him. He  raised his head up
and growled. I began to to thrust into him for all I was worth, and after a
few strokes, the old man started slamming his ass back to meet my hips. He
was into this as much if not more than I was by this time. I grabbed him
under his arms and pulled him into an upright kneeling position. As he
lowered his head, his eyes locked on the the dooble mirrored sliding doors
that led to the walkin closet. 
        Our eyes locked on each other in the mirror. I couldn't believe the sight.
It was incredible. We were both coated with sweat, making noises with each
other that father and son seldom make together. I realized that in this
position, I looked exactly like my father when he was my age. For some
reason this excited me even more. I brought my mouth to his ear and told
him that I was going to cum.
He immediately lowered his head and shoulders back down to the bed,
allowing further access to his asshole.
        "Yeah that's it son, let me feel you shoot that fucking load in my hole.
Oh FUCK!!!!!! CUM IN ME BABY. GIVE YOUR DAD THAT HOT FUCKING LOAD!!!!!!!
I plunged maybe 7 or 8 more times, and began to shoot spurt after spurt of
hot cum inside him. I could feel his asshole contract around my dick with
each blast of my cum hitting his prostate. After what felt like a dozen or
so powerful spurts, I rolled us onto our sides with my cock still buried in
his asshole. While I caught my breath, the old man had moved the jock's
pouch to one side and had begun to beat off. It was amazing, our dicks
looked almost identical. His had a more pronounced upward curve than my
own, but other than that they were the same. I grabbed his hand to stop him
from stroking off.
        "Don't do that Dad," I kind of ordered him.
        "Oh fuck babe? I gotta cum. Now!"
        "I'd rather you slide that big fucker up my hole," I said, feeling my cock
begin to stiffen inside him.
        "I just can't take it as hard as you can, ok?" I asked. Looking at his
face.


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