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Planting The Family Seed

By: arthurwilliamdent



ATTENTION: This story depicts gay incest between a father and son. It is not for all audiences. 

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CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST SEEDING

Exactly 3 days after my 18th birthday, my best friend in the whole world passed away. My mom had died.

Grief overcame both me and my father.

I had spent almost all of my life hating my father, for he had always been a cruel tormenter, who had always made me feel as if I were never good enough.

But, after mom's death, through his grief came a man I had never known, a much kinder and gentle man. A man I could actually like.

My father a huge man. He stood 6 foot tall and weighed almost 300 pounds. He was very stocky. His hands were twice the size of mine.

I was always a small-framed boy, inheriting my "girlish" figure from my mom who had been 4'11 and petite. By the time I was 18, I was 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighed 158. I inherited many of my feminine traits from my mother. I was shy and soft-spoken, very little body hair, except for my head and my pubic area. I was a light-skinned blond boy with very little muscle as I never learned to work out as young boys my age did. My chest was smooth and hairless and my ass was smooth and shapely. By the time I was in my teens, I had more men looking at me as I passed by than women. I'd look back sometimes and catch men staring at my ass.

Of course, I was too shy to do anything about the sexual attention except blush and I did a lot of blushing back when I was a kid.

At age 12, my dad caught masturbating and was very cruel about it. He announced it in front of the entire family, saying that I had a bad habit of playing with myself. He said this in front of my oder brothers wives and girlfriends. I was mortified.

It didn't stop me from jacking off. I just learned to hide it better. I began to hate my father that day.

My family was not shy when it came to sex and that's why I was so hurt by my dad treating me this way. I often watched my parents fuck in front of me. My mom always said that sex was a natural thing and there was no shame in it. Mom used to go to her knees and suck my dad off as we were watching TV. She taught me before I was 10 what that white stuff that shot from dad's cock was and that I'd soon be shooting sperm too. By the time I was 12, they had demonstrated every sexual position to me.

I spent my teen years as horny as hell but too shy to participate. I'd just sit there and watch them, getting a hard-on of my own. Neither of my parents tried to molest me or anything. In my adulthood, I realized that they wanted me to make my own decision and join them if I felt like it. But, I never made the move due to my shyness. Instead, I'd go to my room afterwards and jack off.

The only time I even came close to having any kind of sex when I was a teenager was when my best friend and I were out in the field looking at porn magazines. I noticed his huge erection and our eyes met. John slid his shorts to his ankles and told me to do the same then we both jacked off in front of one another.

John's cock was beautiful but I could tell that he was disappointed that my cock was bigger than his. I was so horny that I wanted to reach out and touch his cock but as usual, I was too shy to do it.

John wanted to compare our dicks so we stood facing each other with our hard cocks jutting from our young bodies and we looked each other in the eyes as we moved closer so that our cocks were touching. It felt so good when his cock rubbed against my cock that I almost lost my load. I closed my eyes and I'm sure John heard my moan.

We moved slowly toward one another, our cocks caressing one another's as we slid closer to each other's pelvis. My cock was the first to hit his soft blond patch of pubic hair. God, it felt so soothing to my cock to feel the soft mound of blond hair. I must have moaned again because John had a silly smile on his face. I stopped short from ramming the head of my cock into his groan.

We both broke from the mutual stare to look down at our cocks. John's cock was about half the length of mine but his cock was much thicker. I loved his cock. I wanted to give his beefy cock little wet kisses of love. I wanted to taste him.

"Shit, you got pre-cum on my pubic hair!" John said softly and at first, I thought he was mad but then he looked at me and I realized that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

To my surprise, he reached down and scooped up some of the pre-ejaculation fluid onto his finger, touching the head of my cock briefly, wiping more pre-cum onto his finger. He studied it then shockingly, he put his finger into his mouth ad tasted my pre-cum.

Looking back years later, I realized that this and many other things that John did in the years of our teens were his way of coming onto me but neither of us were willing to make the first move but we had lots of exciting times in our shyness.

"Don't get any ideas, Denny. I ain't no fag. I just wondered if yours tasted like mine and it does." John said in defense after I failed to return the gesture.

I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to taste his pre-cum. Hell, I wanted to learn to suck cock by practicing on my best friend.

I may even have been in love with John at some point but when we were 17, we had a bitter fight and never spoke again. The truth is that I was jealous of him spending more time with another guy than he did with me. Maybe if I had opened up to him and told him my feelings, we'd still be friends if not lovers today.

After a few minutes of silence while our cocks touched and we stared into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to make a move, we broke contact. My cock suddenly felt cold as he moved away from me and a lump stuck in my throat. Suddenly, we were both too embarrassed to continue jacking off. John was the first to stuff his erection back into his pants.

"I gotta go." R said hastily and quickly walked away.

I was left with my cock on my hand, my pants down around my ankles and staring at John's ass as he walked way, my cock throbbing at thoughts of the possibility of touching his bare ass one day.

I feverishly jacked off nd cried out John's name as I shot the biggest load of my young life into the grass of the meadow that was our favorite spot for jacking off. It was the spot we came to up until our big fight. I'd learn years from then when meeting John again at our 20th year class reunion that he hid in the trees and watched me jack off as he jacked himself. He knew that I wanted him when he heard me crying his name as I shot my sperm. He whispered my name as well as he shot his own sperm onto the tree bark in front of him.

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After my mom died, I could really have used my best friend but it had been a year since our fight. My heart still ached due to our breakup. That was what it really was. We broke up after being together almost all of our lives. Neither of us were going to confront the other about the way we felt toward one another. In the end, John fced his homosexuality and met another guy who was more willing to admit the feelings he had for John, if only sexual.

Back in the 1980s in small town USA, no one really came out and said they were gay. They simply either lived in loneliness and disappointment or found someone else that felt the same way.

John had found a guy who wasn't shy about experimenting with another guy but was also discreet. While I suspected that his new friend, Tom, was gay, it was a guard secret. I never found out for sure. But, my jealousy blinded me and I lost someone I loved very much.

Then, my whole world came crumbling down around me as the only remaining friend I had left in the world died in May 1982, 3 days after my 18th birthday.

The truth was that the grief made me more vulnerable. I needed someone, anyone. So, five days after my mom died and my father came to my bedroom door, crying, I didn't see him as the angry man that I hated but as the kind and gentle man he had been over the past five days. When he asked me to come to his room and sleep in his bed to comfort him because he missed mom so much, I didn't think twice, I went.

We were both only in our briefs and we lay next to one another talking about mom. His hands caressed my body, spending too much time on my small ass but I didn't think anything about it except that his touch made me get a hard-on. He must have seen my cock through my underpants in the dim light as he put his big, strong arms around me and began to run my cock through my underpants. Pre-cum immediately soaked the front of mu underpants.

After rubbing my hard cock for a few minutes, he turned my small body over, looked me in the eyes, crying and asked me if he could make love to me. Somehow, all of this didn't shock me and I found myself saying "OK" to him.

He didn't waste any time at all. He shredded my underpants with his strong hands, exposing my hard cock and my bare ass. It turned me on so much that he had ripped my underpants from my body.

"I've been wanting to do this for a very long time, son." My father confessed as he kissed my bare, hairless chest lovingly.

His hands roamed my naked body, touching in all the right places, making my cock throb with each gentle and loving caress.

Dad's mouth went to my hard nipples and began to lick and nibble on them. I had never felt so wonderful in my life. No wonder mom loved it when dad sucked her tits!

His mouth spent about five minutes on my nipples and in the meantime, his hand found my cock and held my throbbing cock in one huge, manly hand while his other hand caressed my smooth ass, driving me crazy. I loved to have my ass groped. Whenever I masturbated at night, I would caress my own ass and pretend it was John's ass.

Dad's mouth moved down, his tongue played with my belly button before finding the base of my cock.

Suddenly, I tightened my legs as his tongue started slowly climbing the length of my shaft. I couldn't believe how wonderful he was making me feel. My cock jerked against his tongue several times and I must have been moaning. His wet tongue was only halfway up my cock and I already wanted to shoot my cum into the air.

"Easy, son. Calm down. I know it feels good but you want to take your time and enjoy this since this is your first blowjob. Do you want me to stop until you hold off on cumming?"

I shook my head violently so he wet his tongue again and began where it let off before he stopped.

When he got to the tip of my cock, he flicked again the underside of the head of my cock, drawing audio approval from me.

"Don't stop, daddy. It feels so good!" I whispered to my father.

Caressing my large balls with his hand, he suddenly engulfed the entire length of my cock into his mouth. My ass cheeks clench and I cried out in pleasure as I felt my dad's lips at the base of my cock. He massaged my cock with his throat for a few seconds then started his climb up my cock with his lips, this time doing it slowly, making me feel so very good. All I could do was watch him and cry out in ecstasy.

When his mouth got to the tip of my cock, I heard his lips smack then his tongue travelled down the underside of my cock slowly again. This time, he kept going, down my balls, flicking them briefly. Then, he tongue went under my balls and stayed there a while. It drove me crazy. It felt so good when he licked just beneath my balls! I cried out louder now as this was the best I'd ever felt in my life.

A few minutes later, his tongue went even lower. I found myself turning over on my side and spreading my legs as his wet tongue darted between my smooth ass cheeks and to my asshole.

"Oh, God, Dad! Lick my ass! God, that feels so good!! Don't stop!"

He giggled slightly as he licked my ass.

He made me so horny that I dived my head between his thick, meaty legs and stuffed his small, hard uncut cock into my mouth. I was shy no more. I wanted cock and took it.

"Oh, son, you don't need to do that!" He murmured but when I kept sucking, he buried his face between my ass crack again and continued to probe my ass with his tongue.

I had always known that my dad had a small dick but until it was in my mouth, I really had no idea just how small compared to mine. It didn't take much to sink my mouth the entire length. It was no where near the back of my throat. Regardless, he acted like I was deep-throating him and in less than a minute, I heard him exhale really loud and my mouth was full of his thick, bitter semen. I eagerly tasted it and swallowed, wanting more, which his balls gave me.

Dad may have had a small cock but he had plenty of sperm to feed me. I got more turned on as I tasted and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his cum.

He kissed my ass cheeks lovingly as he unloaded into my mouth. He kept thanking me as he flooded my mouth with his semen.

His legs jerked slightly when he was close to the end of his orgasm. I held his small cock into my mouth until it went completely soft and I thought all of his sperm had finished shooting into my mouth.

As soon as I took my mouth off from his cock, it spurt one last blast of hot, white semen which covered my nose. I blinked rapidly, worried that it got into my eyes, which it didn't. I scooped up the sperm from my nose and tasted it. I then licked his soft cock clean.

My father's breathing was starting to return to normal.

"Oh, Denny, that felt so good, son. Thank you so much for having pity on your old man. Even your mom never made feel that good. I've been fantasizing of my cock exploding into your mouth for years! Thank you for making my most exciting fantasy come true."

I was still a shy kid so all I did was blush. I kept quiet. But, I wanted to tell him that I enjoyed it too and that he could cum in my mouth any time he wanted to.

"ell, now that I've blown my load, you need to blow yours, son."

He then deep-throated me over and over many times. He licked my ass some more but he was determined to make me cum. So, after about 15 minutes, I grabbed his bald head and held his head against myself, his lips up against my pubic area, his tongue touching me and my entire shaft down his throat. I cried out really loud and said "Fuck!" as I shot stream after stream of my hot, thick semen down my father's throat.

He gagged several times on my cum but I held his head against me so tight that he couldn't move as I finished feeding him my seed.

You fucking child molester! You wanted this! Now, I'm giving it to you!!! And, I'm going to feed you so much of my sperm, Daddy, night after night, that you'll get addicted to it.

Of course, I didn't actually say those things to him. I just gobbled his cock and made him cum in my mouth again without a word.

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Planting The Family Seed Ch. 02



Author's Note (B Flat):

While the first chapter of this story was based in true life experiences, I've decided to mix some fiction into the rest of this story at the request of readers and to make for a more interesting story.

This story deals with gay incest but this particular chapter is about two friends who 'accidently' have sex. Chapter 3 will get back to the gay incest theme.

I've decided to mix it up a little and future chapters will even go into bisexuality and heterosexual incest. Of course, I will identify which topic each chapter will be in the Author Notes.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: THE ACCIDENTAL SEEDING

The guilt and shame hit me almost immediately after going back to my own bed. I had enjoyed the sex with my dad but now I felt awful.

Am I gay? What if someone finds out what just happened? Did Dad just use me to get off? Was he only nice to me so that I'd have sex with him? Oh my God, I must be gay.

I laid in my bed not sleeping that night, hating myself for what I had just done. It was one thing to fool around with John. It was quite another to have sex with my own dad.

I must be sick. I don't want to be gay! I want girls!!

At that young age, I had never heard the term "bi-sexual" and didn't know that people could be attracted to both sexes. This was the early 1980's. Any type of sex with the same sex was considered repulsive and the person doing it was the worst type of slime, not even considered a human being.

All I kept thinking was that if any of the girls at school ever learned about what I had just done, they would never love me and that was the one thing I wanted most in life, was a girl to finally love me.

Throughout the day, I avoided my father and tried not to give in to the depression that I felt on the outer edges of my mind.

I felt sick to my stomach whenever my thoughts strayed to sex at all, whether it be heterosexual or homosexual.

Will I ever feel normal again?

John kept calling and I finally gave in and told him to come over.

I wanted to open up to him and tell him what happened between my dad and I the night before but every time I started to get the courage to tell him, my mouth went dry a nd the words just wouldn't come.

John and I spent so much time together growing up that he was used to my silence. He was the kind of guy that liked to talk and I was the kind of guy who didn't, so we were a good match.

After a few hours together, it was getting late so I expected him to begin yawning and leave after he got to the point where he could hardly keep his eyes open. But, as we occasionally do, he asked if he could 'bunk' with me.

We had been doing this since we were about 3 years old. My mom was the first to encourage us to share a sleeping bag and sleep together. I distinctly remember the first time. We were camping and had taken John along with us and we boys were cold and I asked my mom if we could sleep in their tent together instead of our own tent. My parents never hid their sexual nature and dad told us boys that he needed my mom's breasts to warm him that night so we'd better just share a sleeping bag and zip it up tight. My dad referred to my mom's tits as 'boobies', which made John giggle at age 3, he was a breast man and loved to see my mom's tits. For a short, petite woman, she did have fantastic tits. To this day, whenever I bring up my mom's image in my mind, she is bare-breasted.

So, we climbed in and snuggled with one another, which we found that kept each other warm.

We never outgrew that and didn't think anything about two grown teenaged boys climbing into a big sleeping bag in just our underpants and zipping it up.

This time, though, when John got the sleeping bag out of my closet and stripped down to his underpants, it turned me on.

I quickly stripped down to my briefs and we got into the sleeping bag together and turned out the light.

We were silent for several minutes. I could hear him breathing and could feel his warm body next to mine and it really turned me on.

"My cousin told me that when girls fart, it smells so much worse than boys farting because they fart from both their ass and their pussy." He laughed. "Man, when I get a wife, I'll make her go outside to fart!" He giggled.

I smiled in the darkness. John was fond of looking up disgusting facts about sex and biology then repeating them.

"If two guys shoot their jizz at the same time and the jizz mixes, would it be poisonous if someone licked the jizz up and ate it?"

This was 1982. This was before we even heard the terms HIV and AIDS. John and I had not been sexually active so neither of us knew anything about sex at all and even less about gay sex. I had watched my parents fucking but nobody stopped fucking to explain to me in detail about sex. All I knew was that my parents felt good while having sex and that it turned me on to watch them.

"Did you know that Mrs. Harris at school used to be a cheerleader when she went to our school? My cousin went to school with her and said that she went down on all 17 football players after they won the Bloomsville game. She swallowed so much sperm that they had to take her to the hospital and have her stomach pumped."

You never really knew if John's stories were true or not.

"You know, John, my dad has the smallest cock and that the only way he could get my mom pregnant was for her to blow him until he came in her mouth then she spit his sperm into her pussy to conceive me. The only sexual position they can do is doggie-style because he is so damned fat."

John nodded, knowing that I was telling the truth then he busted up laughing. He knew that I never lied, especially to him.

"Why does your mom stay with a husband with such a small dick, Denny? I've seen your mom naked and she was so beautiful. If I had even a little chance, I'd have romanced her and shown your wonderful mother that not all guys are pricks like your dad. There are nice guys like you and me, Denny! She'd probably still be alive if your dad weren't such a controlling asshole."

"Yes, guys like us, still virgins when we are 30, start throwing up when a beautiful girl is near..."

"Hey, that only happened twice and I had a puke bag with me the second time so my puke didn't get all over this time."

I smiled sadly at my friend, remembering just how beautiful my mom was and missing her.

"I stand corrected... guys like us... our idea of a great date is going to the public library on a Friday night and see who can read the latest Star Trek novel first. Then, go to a diner and talk about the book all night."

"We have had some pretty damned good Trek discussions, you know."

I nodded. "I know but you do actually know that typical girls aren't into that right?"

"Bullshit! Remember Gillian Marks?"

I chuckled softly. "Before or after she cut her hair short, put a rolled up sock in the crotch of her jeans and demanded that we call her 'Gil'. She was a lot of fun after she became Gil and started smoking cigars. There's nothing like seeing a 6-pack on the chest of a 16 year old girl who always looked more like a dude than a girl anyway."

John must have given me a dirty look but because he was facing the opposite of me in the sleeping back and it was dark, I couldn't tell for sure.

Almost a minute passed in uncomfortable silence.

"Johnny?" I asked tentatively, ready to apologize if I hurt his feelings.

"Shut up. I'm almost asleep so unless you are offering to blow me to sleep with that pretty mouth, shut it and let us heterosexual men go to sleep."

I started to offer to do as he just suggested and give him a blowjob but my mouth went dry again.

Yes, I must be gay since John turns me on so much. But, why do girls at school give me hard-ons too?

I laid next to my best friend in the sleeping bag with a massive erection and tried not to press it up against his cute ass. He was facing away from me on his side and occasionally, his ass rubbed against my cock through our underpants and it drove me crazy.

After about an hour of lying there wide awake thinking about the sexual things I wanted to do with John, he shifted his body so that he slammed right up against me in the sleeping bag. His ass pressed hard against my hard cock and I almost came into my underpants due to the pressure he put against my cock. It felt wonderful but I was scared that he'd think I was trying to get off by putting my cock against his ass.

I tried to wake him up to tell him to move over but he didn't respond. He was dead asleep.

About five minutes later, his ass began a grinding motion against my cock and that was even worse. It felt so very good.

After fretting about it for a few minutes, I finally gave in to my lust and my feelings for him and decided to enjoy this one encounter. He was asleep so he'd never know.

I put my arms around his hairy chest and began to play with his nipples, which got hard immediately when I touched them. I heard him sigh, so I must have been making him feel good.

His ass crushed against my cock even harder and held there for about a minute before resuming its grinding motions.

He must be fucking some girl in his dream.

I began to kiss his back and shoulders lightly as I did so, years of feelings for him came flooding over me. I realized at that very moment that I was capable of loving another guy like I could love a girl and I was in love with my best friend.

I wanted to turn him over in the sleeping bag, dive underneath the sleeping bag, strip him from his underwear and taste his cock but instead, I made my kisses wetter and I began to kiss his neck as well, which drew soft sighs from him.

I reached down to see if his cock was hard and was pleased to feel it throb as my fingers touched it through his underwear.

I knew John so well that I knew once he was asleep, an earthquake wouldn't wake him up, so I knew that there was no danger of being discovered as I did things to his sexy body.

I knew that I was betraying his trust but I loved and craved him so much that the only thing that mattered was my desire for him.

I kept my hand on his cock and squeezed it lightly as his ass grinded against my cock and I continued to kiss him.

My feelings finally won against my closed mouth and I began whispering to him. I needed to get all of this out finally.

"My sweet Johnny, I'm sorry but I've been wanting you for over a year now. You turn me on so very much!"

I squeezed his cock.

"I love this fat cock and I want it in my mouth! And, who knows, maybe someday, if we ever admit our feelings for one another, I'll let you fuck my ass with this wonderful cock. I mean, that's what gay guys do, right? I must be gay because you turn me on so much. I mean, it's not just sexual, my dear friend. I love you. I mean, I'm actually IN LOVE with you."

I would be so embarrassed if John were awake and actually heard me confess my love for him.

"I love your cute peach-fuzz ass. I want to run my fingers through the small blonde hairs o your ass. God, I love you so much."

His cock jumped in my hand so I squeezed even harder, drawing a soft moan from my friend.

His ass slammed hard against my cock again and I almost lost it. I groaned softly, trying to hold my orgasm back.

"I want to learn how to suck cock by practicing on your cock, John, not my dad's."

His cock jumped again in my hand. I squeezed gently this time. I could feel a dampness in his underpants and knew that he must be seeping pre-cum. I was sure that my own cock must have seeped through my underwear and probably got his ass wet by now.

I raised my hand to my nose and inhaled the smell of his pre-cum. It had an ammonia scent to it like mine did.

I put my hand back on his cock and began to gently rub his cock through his underwear. I decided to rub until I made him cream his underwear. I shot my sperm in my sleep all of the time so John will just think he had a wet dream and came in his underwear.

The pace of his ass grinding against my cock seemed to get faster and I was close to my own orgasm.

There was one thing that my mother told me many times and that was to always please your sex partner before you took your own pleasure and that was what I intended to do tonight so I increased the pressure I put on his cock and the pace of my rubbing motion. He cried out softly in his sleep so I knew that I was making him feel good.

"I want to make your cock explode in my hand, Johnny. I wished it was in my mouth when it erupted so I could taste you. Most girls won't swallow sperm but I will always swallow yours. Mom taught me that when a girl swallowed a guy's cum, it meant that she really cares about him. Well, I want to show you how much I love you by swallowing your cum."

I was almost there and began cussing at myself in my head for not being man enough to make John cum first.

"Someday, I want to feel your cock explode inside my ass, John."

Suddenly, my best friend cried out loudly. His body jerked violently and his ass crushed my cock.

"Oh My God, Johnny, I can't hold back any longer!"

I felt my hand becoming wet from his spurting cock just as I began to cum against his ass.

It was the best orgasm I'd ever had. It felt so good that I could not find my voice to moan. I just closed my eyes and heard a strangling sound coming from my throat as I felt the most pleasure I'd ever felt before. My body slumped against John's as I blew my load in my underwear.

To my surprise, he reached back and began to feel my ass as we both came. I looked at his face through the darkness and saw the most angelic expression on his face but he was still asleep.

I reached under his underwear and held his cock in my hand as it finished spurting and soaking his underpants. I kissed his neck passionately as we finished our orgasms.

After a few more minutes of these wonderful feelings and sensations, our bodies seemed to collapse into one another's at the same time. John was still breathing hard but he was beginning to calm down and his heart was no longer beating so fast.

I kissed his neck one last time. "I love you, John." I whispered to my new lover.

I lay there for about 15 minutes, thinking about how wonderful it was.

Then, my peace was shattered as I heard my dad's voice from the doorway of my bedroom.

"Denny, now that you've had your fun with your friend, come to my room so I can teach you how to please a man properly instead of this fumbling bullshit!" He was seething with anger and possibly jealousy.

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Planting The Family Seed Ch. 03



Author's Note (C-Sharp)

This chapter is back to the incest theme at the beginning but finishes with another encounter between Denny and John. Is John secretly aware of these encounters or do you believe that he can sleep through two orgasms? I will be developing that relation more in future chapters.

Chapter 4 will delve into Denny's father's history and will focus on his first night in prison as told by Denny. There will be plenty of gay sex in Chapter but we will once again jump out of the incest genre for Chapter 4.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 3: A FAMILY BREEDING SEEDING

Just 3 days after I turned 28, my mom died. A few days later, my dad and I began having sex together. I was barely an adult yet I was having sex with my own father and my best friend. I was very confused. I did not want to be gay but it felt so very good.

My father instructed me to bring him John's cum-stained underwear. If I didn't do as he said, he threatened to wake John up and tell him what had just happened. My father had returned to the cruel man I had always known and he was using blackmail to get his way.

It took nearly five minutes to peel John's underpants off from him without waking him up and by the time I returned to my dad's bedroom, I had a raging hard-on.

My dad got to his knees and began licking my own cum-soaked underwear, trying to suck all of the semen from it before it dried.

I hated him but his tongue and mouth felt so good, even with my underpants on, that I put my hand on his head and moaned.

After he got all of the semen licked up than he could, he peeled my underwear off from me and slowly licked the underside of my cock. He went up and down my shaft with his tongue several times then just as I was about to smear his face with my cum, he stopped and made me put John's underpants on.

He got behind me and began licking the semen that soaked through from my underwear to John's underwear and I could not believe how much pleasure I got from his tongue licking my ass. My cock throbbed each time his tongue went between my ass cheeks.

"Touch my cock, Dad!" I begged but he just kept licking the cum-stained underpants.

Just when I began really enjoying his tongue on my ass, he shifted so that he was in front of me and told me to smear the front of John's underwear all over my cock. After I had smeared John's cum onto my cock, my dad peeled John's underwear off of me and began licking my cum-covered cock.

I tried to push his head forward to make him take my cock into his mouth but he resisted and just continued licking my cock, tasting John's semen.

"Tonight is not about your pleasure, son, it is about mine." He said softly.

He then grabbed me and placed my body so that my head was facing down in a pillow. I tried to resist but he was stronger.

"Just relax, boy and put your pretty ass in the air for me."

He caressed my ass lovingly, admiring it for several minutes.

"You have a beautiful ass, son. Nice, smooth, milky cheeks, hardly any hair at all. And, small, compared to most men. Those are qualities that many gay men want in their sex partner."

"But, dad, I'm not gay. I still like girls." I informed him.

"Yes, boy, so do I. If not for going to jail when I was young, I'd probably only want women. But, I've always been very sexual and after being locked up with only men for three years, I gave into sexual pressure and began having sex with other men in prison with me. I will tell you about it some time."

It became quiet for several minutes while he continued to touch my ass, balls and cock in a loving manner.

He then began to lick my ass and I about passed out at the pleasure he was giving me.

He very lightly touched my cock as he licked my ass, which felt great but not enough to make me cum right away.

Occasionally, he would remove his tongue from my ass and lick very slowly up my balls and the shaft of my cock then down again until his tongue resumed licking my asshole.

After about ten minutes of this, I felt a cold draft where his tongue had just vacated my ass and wondered why he had stopped licking. Before I had a chance to move or say anything, I felt a burning but not unpleasant sensation in my ass and he began to probe my asshole with a lubricated finger.

I tried moving away but he held me tightly in his big, strong arms.

"Don't worry, Denny, my finger hurts more than my cock will." He said softly and before his words registered in my brain, he mounted my small body and penetrated me with his small but very hard cock.

He was absolutely right about the pain. The pain disappeared when he pulled his finger out and it actually felt good having my father's small cock inside of me.

Even when he began to fuck me, the pain didn't come back and the more my ass got used to his cock, the more pleasure I felt.

I could hear and feel his balls slap against my balls. My dad had very large balls but such a small cock.

As he fucked me, I began to wonder about John's comment about how he wondered why my mom stayed with my dad. I began wondering too.

I had seen them fucking my whole life and my mom seemed to really love getting fucked by my dad's small cock, just as I was starting to enjoy it now.

My mom was a small woman so maybe guys with big cocks had hurt her pussy.

I was moaning out loud now and my dad began to bang my ass harder and harder. I knew he was about to cum.

Fuck. He doesn't last very long either.

I had never actually timed my father's orgasms during the many times they fucked in front of me but mom seemed to cum first most of the time so I didn't realize until now that he couldn't last very long.

To my surprise, the big man slowed his pace down.

"I almost came too soon! Your tight ass makes my cock feel so very good, boy!" He said with heavy-breathing.

He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back and kissed me passionately on the lips.

The pain from my head only aroused me even more and I slammed my ass back against him unconsciously as we kissed.

He groaned inside of my mouth then began to fuck me harder again.

Our lips broke from one another's and he exhaled heavily.

"Fuck! What am I doing? I'm taking your virginity! Naturally, it's going to be the most thrilling night for me. I may as well enjoy it like I've enjoyed taking your brothers and your sister the first time." He said. Then, he began slamming his cock into my ass even harder than he was before.

I cried out loudly as his huge stomach crashed against my ass cheeks over and over. It felt like nothing I had experienced before. I honestly couldn't say that my own orgasms ever felt this good before. The wonderful feelings I was experiencing were so very different than simply blowing my wad. Yet, each time he pushed into my body and our balls collided, I became closer and closer to spewing my semen all over my father's bed.

As if on instinct, he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back with one of his large hands as he continued to bang my ass violently. I had been about to jack myself off but he stopped me.

The fact that I had no control over the situation turned me on even more.

"Fuck me harder, daddy! Fuck my ass!!" I begged him. "God, it feels so good!!"

He suddenly pushed himself into me even deeper than before as his body began to tremble.

He was shooting his semen into my ass.

My dad is shooting his sperm into me.

I thought that single thought for several seconds before a single worried thought crept into my brain.

I hope he doesn't make me pregnant.

My face became hot as I began blushing at my own foolish thought of getting pregnant.

He stayed on top of me for several minutes as he continued to let his balls drain into me.

He had freed my arms during his orgasm and so I began to jack off while his cock was dripping inside of me.

I knew that when he pulled his cock out of me, his semen would probably burst from my ass but it seemed that I wanted to feel his seed inside of me just a little bit longer.

I couldn't last very long myself tonight as I cried out just as his cock slipped from ass and I felt his semen draining from my ass and I began shooting my own semen all over his bed.

He kissed and caressed my back and my ass while I had my climax.

"I love the smell of semen." He admitted. "One day soon, I'll introduce you to the taste and smell of pussy. Your mom and I were members of a very special club and I'll take you with me the next time we meet.

After about a minute, my body collapsed under his and we fell asleep in that position, with my dad on top of me and both of us were sated.

This time, I didn't leave my dad's bed with a sick feeling. Instead, I woke up in a panic that John would wake up and come looking for me.

I couldn't get out from under my dad so I took a cue from John and began wiggling my ass against my dad's cock and brought his cock and him back to life.

I didn't mind, though, because I wanted to see if my second ass-fuck was as good as my first and it was even better. 20 minutes later, my dad shot his load into me and before he could fall asleep on top of me again, I got out from under him.

Before he would let me leave his bedroom, he made me lick his cock clean and I made him cum in my mouth. I still wasn't used to the bad taste of semen but I figured the more cock I sucked, the better it would be. And, John came to mind when I had those thoughts. I wanted to suck John's cock more than ever now.

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When I finally got back to my bedroom, I was completely naked, I had the taste of my dad's semen in my mouth and my ass was dripping semen and lubricant. I was dead tired and all I wanted was sleep.

To my horror, the sun was starting to come up, so I let the shades down so the sun wouldn't wake John up.

I got into the sleeping bag with him and was momentarily surprised to feel his naked body but remembered that dad had taken both pairs of our underwear.

My cock got hard as soon as it rubbed against John's bare, hairy ass.

John shuffled in his sleep and when he turned over, his hard cock poked me in the stomach.

Taking the risk that he might wake up, I peeled the sleeping bag off from his naked body and glanced lovingly at the nude boy.

God, he turns me on so much!

I took my time studying his beautiful naked body.

It was so strange that we were both blondes and even resembled one another but he was taller than I was and his body was hairy, unlike mine.

He had thick blond hair all over his chest and I ran my fingers through it lovingly. In contrast, my chest had no hair.

His head was full of curly blond hair while mine was straight.

We both had a full bush of pubic hair but he had short blond hairs on his legs and ass and my legs and ass were smooth, virtually hairless.

I had seen John's naked body all of the time as we grew up together but had only been aware of how beautiful he was in the past month, as we played masturbation games in the woods together.

The first time we masturbated together, I began fantasizing about running my hands all over his naked body, especially running my fingers through the tiny hairs on his ass, which I began to call his peach fuzz.

His short, fat cock was just one part of his body that I craved. I wanted to touch and put my mouth all over his wonderful body.

John moaned softly and shifted slightly in his sleep. His cock jumped but he remained hard ad asleep.

I bent down and kissed his cock lovingly, feeling it jump several times in my hand as I kissed it wetly. John parted his lips and moaned.

My hand began caressing his balls as I continued to kiss his cock all over.

I had given my dad two blowjobs in the past 24 hours but I had no idea how to properly please a guy with my mouth. I wanted to give John a good blowjob and make him feel better than he had ever felt before but I worried that he would wake up or that my inexperience would cause me to just frustrate him sexually.

I had read in an article in Forum Magazine that many girls didn't know how to give a good blowjob and they just frustrated men instead of pleasing them. I learned through articles in the magazine that there was such a thing as giving a bad blowjob and that many men preferred no blowjob at all to getting a bad blowjob.

I didn't want to give John a bad blowjob and alienate him. I not only wanted to please him now but wanted to learn how to give good head by practicing on him.

Of course, I would be mortified if he woke up and caught me giving him a blowjob, causing him to never want to see me ever again. I loved him too much to ever want that to happen.

John and I had often talked about our fantasies of sneaking into a girl's bedroom at night and having our way with her sleeping body. The girl we chose to fantasize about changed from time to time but now that we had begun masturbating together, we commonly chose the same girl. Our tastes were that similar.

Neither of us ever talked about doing it to one another, though. The more we masturbated together in the woods, the more I fantasized and wanted my best friend.

I had told him tonight how I felt about him but he was asleep and his sweet ass was making my cock feel so good, so confessing my desire and love to him while he was sleeping was easy for me. He would never really know. I was way too shy and too embarrassed to admit my homosexual feelings for him.

It was one thing to be sexually attracted to another guy as a secret fantasy. It was quite another to actually be in love with another guy as I had admitted to myself tonight.

It was true. I was in love with John. The more time I spent with him with and without our clothes on made my love for him even stronger.

I had never had these feelings for another guy. I had deep crushes on a few girls at school but never for a guy. Until now.

Of course, my fantasy of him being in love with me as well was just that, a fantasy. It was very likely that if he ever found out how I felt about him, he'd never speak to me again.

He smelled so very good to me. I couldn't quite think of the scent of the soap he used but it was wonderful. Mixed with his musky scent, it turned me on. Until my dad shoved his cock into my face 24 hours ago, I never knew what a man's scent was like. My nose had never been close enough to my own crotch and certainly never close to another guy's crotch.

John's scent was intoxicating to me. I never wanted to move my face away from his cock. I lay there, touching his cock lightly and running my lips all over his beautiful cock, giving him lots of wet kisses of love, just as I'd fantasized ever since I first saw John with an erection.

Looking up at his face in the dimness of the room, I could tell that I was making him feel good with my lips. I moved my lips downward to his balls and inhaled his scent, making my own cock twitch.

I kissed his balls lightly for several minutes. Once again, his fat cock jumped in my hand as I lavished wet kisses all over his balls.

Suddenly, I remembered what it felt like to have my dad's tongue probing the spot beneath my balls and my ass. I spread John's legs gently, careful not to awaken him and lowered my head. I placed my tongue beneath his balls and probed, causing John to clench his ass and moan out loud. I froze suddenly, thinking that I may have woken him up but his eyes were still closed. So, I probed him some more with my tongue, slowly trying to put my tongue between his ass cheeks.

I realized that with him on his back, reaching his asshole with my tongue would be impossible so I raised my tongue to just beneath his balls again and began to lick him, causing him to moan again.

I'll just have to lick his ass later after he confesses to me that he wants me too.

It was easy for me to lie to myself like that as the possibility of John ever having sex with me when he was wake was very small.

Having my face just below his balls allowed me to smell his scent better than any other place on my friend's naked body. I loved his scent and I loved the way he reacted to my tongue.

After about ten minutes of licking him, I moved my tongue up and all over his balls then up and down the underside of his thick cock. I lathered his thick cock with plenty of saliva as I licked him.

I knew that I'd have to masturbate to get relief for myself after pleasing John but I was OK with that. My only objective tonight was to please my best friend and give him something he'd never experienced before. I wasn't about to give my dad any more sex tonight so masturbating was my only option.

I want tonight to be special, Johnny Boy, so that you search your entire life for the mouth that made you feel so good this one night.

I didn't quite know what to do with my mouth to please him so I just kept giving his cock wet kisses and licking it. I expected him to cum after about 15 minutes but he didn't.

I knew from earlier tonight that I could make him cum by putting pressure on his cock so I decided to squeeze his cock and I kissed and licked it.

His jumped wildly right after I started squeezing the base of his shaft. So, I licked faster.

My kisses turned into soft, wet caresses with my lips and that seemed to make him moan more.

I mouthed his cock like this, alternating with my tongue and within just a few minutes, he clenched his ass cheeks and cried out.

I was so surprised that I just put the head of his cock into my mouth, right as it begin to spurt hot, white, bitter jets of semen.

I grimaced at the taste, like I did with my dad's cum but I was determined to taste and swallow every precious drop of his cum.

It only took about 30 seconds for his cock to start to go soft in my mouth and about a minute later, his cock was completely limp in my mouth and had stopped shooting semen into my mouth.

I licked up some semen that had spilled from my mouth and landed on his blond pubic hair.

I looked up at his face. He had a small smile on his face but was still sleeping.

While I had been working John over with my mouth, I was jacking off as well but not really concentrating on my own pleasure. But, now that I had tasted his cum, it was time to get my pleasure so I began jacking off faster now.

I brought up an image of his cock exploding with semen and kept it in my mind as I worked over my own cock with my hand then it was time.

I arched my back and began to cry out as my semen splashed against John's hairy, blond chest. Wads of cum accumulated on his sexy chest and spread to his stomach.

Again, he did not wake up, even though I just now cried out with pleasure and soaked his chest with my hot cum.

I was amazed and delighted that I could show my love to him like this without ever telling him with words and never being rejected. I wouldn't learn until much later in life that doing something sexual with someone while they slept was morally wrong. For now, I enjoyed my ignorant bliss.

After about ten minutes of enjoying the sight of my cum on his chest and feeling the mild after-effects of my orgasm, I got up and went into the bathroom. I returned with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned the boy that I loved before drifting off to sleep finally.

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