Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 02:51:33 +0000
From: Tony Ryan <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Values

This story belongs to me. Please do not distribute without my permission or
use for profit. This story will eventually involve incest involving
characters of various ages. I am not approving of or condoning this behavior
in real life. This is fiction. Make intelligent choices and use protection
in real life. Please don't read this if you're not over 18, and so on and so
forth.

I really want to hear some feedback on this. Please write.

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Christopher Marler was a busy boy...make that a busy young man. Finishing
out his junior year, he was at the top of his field in basketball, and if
he'd had the passion and drive, baseball as well. His lanky body had served
him well throughout his 17 years, catching the glances and not-so-occasional
leers of students, faculty members, random strangers on the street. His
blonde hair was close-cropped, his upper torso and thighs honed and
highlighted from a recent interest in weight training. While his baby face
and pouty mouth had never failed to get him higher grades and better
treatment, he'd grown a goatee as a reminder of his approacing manhood, and
wound up getting even more appreciative stares. Chris loved to smile and
flick his lips just that certain way at an old geezer teacher (some were
even like...50) and wonder how soaked their panties were, how fast they ran
to the bathroom and whipped out their fat hog at the very thought of his
teen jock cock raping their tired asses over their desk. He had a very big
package indeed, begging to be freed what he wrapped it in that day.
Sometimes he'd skip underwear entirely that day and wander the halls with
his big donkey dong flopping up and down in lewd, proud fashion, the
mushroom head begging to be squuezed through such thin fabric.

Naturally, such a perfect body and large ego led to an even larger appetite
for sex. Chris had a girlfriend. But she was scared for his thick monster to
go inside even her mouth, much less her tiny pussy. The best she could do
were hand jobs, and Chris could get those from any random slut on or off
campus. Indeed, many of them, even a few teachers, were happy to push up
their skirts or lower their jeans to be rammed by his thick prick.
Unfortunately, they were equally reticent about letting their mouths
anywhere near his downstairs - "I'd break my jaw" was a common complaint.
So when he was alone in the locker room one day with his teammate Jamal,
complaining about this perpetual case of blue low-hangers, he was surprised
at how intetly Jamal stared at the bulge in his jock. They'd been friends
for years and had watched their bodies change from soft flesh to
invulnerable, stainless steel. Never had Jamal so hungrily or obviously
coveted him. Yet, instead of being disgusted or calling his friend a "fag",
Chris was turned out. This hunky specimen of almost-man, this mature,
confident star athlete, was soaking his shorts over his best friend's cock.
Not doubting himself for a moment, Chris put Jamal's large hand on his
package, and within moments, those thick, fat lips were put to full
cocksucking use. Chris roughly yanked Jamal's tight braids back and forth,
hurling abuse at his new dickslut, moaning and grunting obscenities at the
contrast between his white shaft and the dark skin it was impaled in.
Finally, hearing the coach walking in, Chris whispered one last command and
shoved his meat all the way down Jamal's quivering throat, filling the horny
teen with oceans of jock spunk. They'd met for suck-and-fuck sessions once a
week ever since, and Chris had learned to dominate every part of his
teammate's body. They were not just friends now, not even lovers; Jamal had
given himself fully to Chris, and every time Chris rammed his horse cock up
Jamal's tight black ass, he wondered why he bothered with Kelly at all.

Chris pondered that question yet again as he rang her doorbell. When she
answered the door, she also answered his question. Kelly was on the plump
side, but had a killer rack, beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair tied back
in a ponytail. Spilling out of her sweater and tight jeans as always. As
frilly as he was macho, she grinned her dentist-perfected smile at his usual
backwards cap, tank top, low-riding shorts, and shit-eating grin. He'd just
been over at Jamal's and was tempted to tell her just how literal the term
shit-eating was that day, but thought better.

Chris strolled into her expensive home, not a mansion, but close. Her father
was never home; her mother never left home. She passed by him again on her
way upstairs.

"HELLO, Chris? Whatchu do....what you....doing here...day?"

Meredith, "Merry" to her friends, wasn't mentally impaired; she was
Absolutely impaired. Every time he dropped in she was wobbling in from the
pool, or into the kitchen, in various states of dress and undress, but the
one constant was a martini glass in her shaky hand and bottle in the other.
Chris didn't complain, because aside from the dark roots and more freckled
skin, she was an older version of her daughter. Kelly clearly inherited her
30 cc's from her DD mother, and judging by the tiny little bikinis Mrs.
Crawford wore, hopefully a shaved pussy. Chris loved to clean out a bare
snatch, to make the bitch tingle or purr at the touch of his bristly facial
fuzz. Due to Kelly's chaste manner, Chris had no idea what she wore under
her schoolgirl panties, but he was determined to find out. If Merry kept
rubbing his arm way too long and ogling his crotch the way she often did
when he dropped in, he'd be hitting her cunt long before Kelly's.

"Can I take a shower?"

Mother and daughter's eyes widened as they milled around the kitchen. Chris
smiled his most bashful smile and rubbed his flat abs through his thin
shirt. He loved to tease, to get his fingers achingly close to his crotch,
to watch them imagine him stroking himself, getting fat and hard and
spraying all over their clean, rich bitch floor.

"My plumbing is broken."

"OK" "No problem" the women chimed, as Kelly helped her mother stand up
straight.

Chris grinned again and climbed the stairs, glancing at various ugly artwork
and family photos with each flight. He preferred the bathroom on the second
floor, because that was near...

"Excuse...sorry...I..."

Andrew's room. With a brother and sister at college, Andrew was Kelly's only
sibling remaining at home. 15 years old, turning 16 in a month, he was a
computer nerd hidden behind the thickest glasses Chris had ever seen. He was
equally swamped behind layers of flannel, cotton and denim, giving no hint
as to what his lanky body must look like. Chris always liked to watch him
leave the room, stare directly in his eyes, listen to him intently, make him
feel important. Loved bumping into him in the hallway and accidentally
feeling him up. Loved teasing him with his words and his hot bod, like right
now.

"Wanna touch it?"

Chris lightly thrust his flimsily-covered bulge against Andrew's jeans.
Andrew gasped and blushed 10 shades of red, not meshing well with his pale
skin and the dark brown hair which continually fell into his hazel eyes.

"I-I-I..."

Smirking, Chris placed a finger on those bee-stung lips he so admired. The
boy's dick was nearly making out with his through their clothes.

"My bicep. Nice, huh?"

"Yeah...I gotta go."

In a flash, Andrew ran back to his room, Chris licking his lips at the sight
of that juicy bubble butt.

Oh well, maybe another day.

The ornate bathroom called to Chris, the siren song of foolish wealth and
excess. He casually watched himself in the mirror as he stripped nude. His
tank top first, stopping to raise both arms, smell his stinky, hairy
armpits, pressing his nose and mouth against the musk and inhaling deeply.
Feeling his meat leap for freedom at the sensation, Chris slowly pulled down
his baggy shorts, his man-meat flopping against his belly with a resounding
gooey slap. Even half-hard, he was huge. Fully hard, he clocked - or cocked
- in at 11 inches, or so Jamal had measured. Chris thought about a mouth on
his leaking scepter, any mouth. Even his own, if he learned that trick he'd
heard so much about. Maybe someday...

Running the water to just hot enough, Chris glanced back at his hard bubble
butt. He had worked night and day to get his ass so firm, so round, slightly
less tan than the rest of his flawless body. He slapped his cheeks hard, the
rough sound echoing through the expansive room. How many people a day
glanced at his backside? How many wanted to taste, touch, fuck it? Chris
spread his two marble globes apart and shivered as his fingers danced at the
sweaty crack. Someday he would sit on another man's penis, complete the full
sexual journey, show that he could take anything. His fresh pink hole
twitched at the thought.

Chris stepped inside the transparent shower, soaping himself up, humming
along to a recent rap hit. He paid particular attention to his sensitive,
eraser-sized nipples, moaning in pleasure as the bar of soap nudged each
nub. As he began to stroke his cock, his pumping grew harder at the thought
of blowing a load in his girlfriend's home, no one knowing his cum would go
through their water source, he was polluting their shower this way. Then, as
he neared explosion, he heard a sound at the door.

"Who is it???" Andrew yelled over the water.

--

Who do you want it to be? One of the characters already listed? A new
character? Who? I want to make this a multi-chapter series, but I only can
if you give me feedback and encouragement on what you do and don't like.
Please, e-mail me. What got you hot? What will get you hot?

The address is HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com