Date: Sat, 16 Oct 1999 13:10:00 -0400
From: Jake Enright <jake.enright@eudoramail.com>
Subject: "The J Tape" Part II

The following erotic fantasy contains graphic depictions of consensual
father/son incest and employs liberal use of homophobic slurs to
establish the power dynamic. If you perceive that gay incest and
intensely abusive language are offensive to your state or community,
please seek out more conventional entertainment elsewhere. Then get off
your butt and do something about the laws that try to keep you from
thinking for yourself.

Any similarities between the characters or situations described here
and anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for adults only.

The author encourages readers over 18 years of age to print this work
for private erotic stimulation, but requests that no one attempt to
sell, publish, or claim the story or any portion of it. Please send
comments to jake.enright@eudoramail.com Fundamentalist closet-case
flamers will be ignored.

The J Tape
by Jake Enright

Part II

Before the orgasmic buzz drifted away completely, he pushed my knees
against my chest and continued hunting for his own release. For a brief
moment the head game stopped; once again he had prodded another man to
orgasm from the inside, so for now old-fashioned rutting in silence
would be enough. Dad held his lower lip clenched between his teeth for
the most savage jabs; the squint in his eyes reflected the anger
powering each impalement. He was furious that he desired something that
he despised. Lust and rage possessed my father in a precarious balance.
Everything he had been programmed to hate about submissive men fueled
the wrath behind each punishing stroke. He was going to teach a faggot
a few lessons: for bottoming, for opening his ass up to a man, for
seducing his very own oversexed father.

"Cunt, you cunt, Daddy's showin' you what happens to boys that are
pussies. I should fucking kill you, you goddamn cunt. How could a son
of mine just lie there... uh, uhh, ungh, and take another man's dick in
his ass? Dad's gonna have to fuck the shit out of you. What do you say
now, boy? You still want Daddy's dick tearin' up your tight boy-hole?
Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin' you good, you little pussy. Fucking's the
only thing a faggot is good for. Yeah, fuck you, faggot. Fuck you," my
father growled, spraying spit and sweat into my face.

I reached up to stroke the side of my father's moist belligerent face,
which swayed slightly to the rhythm of the push of his hips. "I see it,
Dad. So much love for me and so much hate for what I need. You did your
best, but your boy is a fucking queer... ah, oh shit, who takes it in
the ass. You're my father, so you have to punish me, Dad. You've got to
keep me in line. Punish-fuck me. Punish my ass... mmm, with a straight
man's good, hard hate-fuck. Show me what happens to queers who go
looking for a real man's dick in their dad's bed. Show me what happens
when a dominant stud of a father... ah, yeah, Jesus, when a horny big-
dicked dad finds out his only son is one of those goddamn cock-sucking,
ass-fucking queers. Uh, uh, uhh, yeah that's right, you fucking
asshole. Your boy likes to keep his faggot ass filled with hard, hairy
muscle-god cock, so you know what you have to do. I'll be strong for
you, Dad. Use your hate for queers, and your muscle power, and your...
oh, fuck, your thick cock to discipline my ass-cunt. Get rid of some of
that tension building up in your man-sized balls. Really hammer it...
ah, into my faggot pussy. I know it's for my own good. Torture the
fucking shit out of my ass-lips on your hard boy-breaker."

Dad used two fingers to wipe a splash of jizz from my cheek then wiped
my seed on a pillowcase. "Just remember that you asked for it, you
fucking cunt." My father leaned back and grabbed my ankles, jerking
them apart as he assumed a kneeling position. My father lifted my hips
effortlessly as he would an empty cardboard box. The brute force he
applied to keep my legs open and my ass elevated caused his biceps to
balloon outward into enormous vein-wrapped mounds of flesh-colored
marble. For some reason, this arrangement of our bodies made me feel
more vulnerable and more stimulated. Dad increased the tempo of his
incestuous invasion to a frenzied pace that, without the lube and
relaxation required for the previous penetration, would have seriously
injured me. He scraped the entire length of his superhuman prick, from
shiny knob to furry root, throughout my tight makeshift pussy with each
rampaging jab. I tried to match the rhythm of his devastating long-
dicking technique with the milking action of my ass muscles. I wanted
to pleasure this sexually enraged beast recklessly nailing me with
precision over and over, seeking revenge, superiority, and satisfaction
between my splayed legs.

At first only the suggestion of a grin flickered across my father's
face. Seconds later, Dad tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and
dropped his jaw a bit. With a gravelly chuckle he said, "Yes, baby.
That's the way. That's the way, buddy. Use those pussy muscles. Yeah,
milk that cum out of Dad's cock. There's Daddy's bitch. There's his
bitch. I knew I'd find her. Yeah, mmm, there she is. Uhmmm, fuck."

Although I didn't think it was possible, I found the amazing
proportions and intimate details of my father's body even more erotic
than before. Dad's shoulders appeared to span the entire width of the
bed that he fucked his family in. Every visible vein outlined across
his musculature not only cranked my desire but also reminded me of the
genetic bond coded into the fluid that fed our lust. I memorized the
designs scrawled above and around his groin, made by the cluster of
engorged blood vessels disrupting the perfect geometry of his hard
lower abdominal shield. The perspiration dripping across his body gave
him a healthy sheen, the same look he had when I would "accidentally"
hose him when we washed his car together. His dark goatee intensified
the menacing arrangement of his features; for a moment, I allowed
myself to imagine I was getting reamed out on the evil, soul-piercing
dick of some hard-bodied demon that wanted to pump me full of his
liquid damnation.

Neither the fading daylight nor increased distance failed to diminish
the luminous glow of his eyes. Fortunately, with his head turned
downward, waves of his dark hair swept across his face, partially
shielding me from the effect of his laser-vision. Instead of trying to
hypnotize another quart of cum out of me, Dad's gaze was lingering on
the point of incestuous impact. Dad saw that he could pound his
stallion-sized dick into his boy's clutching ass-pussy harder than he
had with anyone else and I still took it and begged for more.

"Christ, I love to... watch my dick... ream a boy out. Fuck... love to
look down... mmm, across the valley between my chest muscles... oh,
yeah, down across the ripples of my hard belly... ungh, ungh, down to
the sight of a man's hairy prick... ungh, ah, ungh, this man's bull
prick, son, hooked into your smooth young butt. So fucking hot... like
watching porn. Feel that cock breaking you. It's such a fucking turn-on
to take down a young, horny muscle-cunt... to take down my own son and
make him spread for Daddy like his mother did. Dad's trainin' his boy
to take cock like he was Daddy's horny little girl... oh, yes, fuck
yes, begging for a thick load of Daddy's babies into her tight pussy.
You want Daddy's babies in your tight, horny little pussy?"

"More cock, Daddy. I've got to have more of your cock. Yeah, dick me.
Dick me good. Shove that boy-fucker all the way in me, Daddy. Do it! I
need you to rip the shit out of my ass, Dad. You're such a goddamn
fucking stud. Use those big man-sized muscles and ram that bull-cock in
there. Tear my ass apart, you big-dicked, son-fucking bastard. I don't
care if you fucking kill me, just kill me with that... dick, oh Christ!
I've got to get fucked... on every inch of my Daddy's STUD-SIZED DICK
Ah! Ahh! Take that arm-sized prick, you son-of-a-bitch, and dick me to
fucking death!"

Dad looked down at me with the kind of sympathy known only by men who
have done this kind of thing to other partners many times before.
"Yeah, it looks like my buddy has found out that he loves to get fucked
on his dad's prime dick-meat, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, Dad. I gotta get fucked. You know how much I need to get fucked
on real muscle-man dick now."

"I know that you're not strong enough to say no to a fuck, son. You
can't help it. Everybody knows a queer pussy-boy can't go for very long
without a real man's cock in him. Ungh, ungh, ah Christ, what am I
gonna do with you when I have to go to work, buddy? I guess I'm gonna
have to pick up a nice, thick rubber 'pacifier' to keep you occupied.
Because you're young, and horny, and alone... mmm, you'll need to do
some emergency self-service before I get home. Dick is dick to you,
right, baby? I'll walk into our bedroom and find that big fake dong
hanging out of your overworked ass... oh, fuck, yeah, and a quart of
fresh muscle-jizz running down the headboard. I'll see that look on
your sweaty face that says, 'Dad, I've fucked myself all day with this
thing. Now I need a really good, hard ride under my stallion-father's
ten-inch ass-splitter. Take me across. Do me our secret, special way.
Drill your dad-fuck deep into my ass-pussy where it belongs.' And I'll
take you into my strong arms, push you back against your bed, and
jackhammer one serious father-style reaming into your lube-slick,
dildo-primed asshole. I'll show you what only a dad understands: that
he has to use his dick to keep his family thoroughly fucked."

My father was more than adequately equipped to keep his new wife and
his sons--biological and otherwise--gratefully at his mercy.

"No amount of rubber is gonna keep you from coming back to my big ol'
cock, though. A rubber cock can't treat you the special way Daddy does.
Only Dad can help you understand what you are. Yeah, I'll have to keep
you so fucked up for my thick, stiff father-sized horse-dick, that you
won't be satisfied with anything other than real, 100% dad-cock. I'll
take you where you want to go, buddy, every time you spread for me.
Daddy loves teaching a boy how to take a great muscle-fuck."

Up and up I climbed toward an orgasmic breakdown that would leave me
disconnected from reality, other than the hard, sweaty, masculine
reality of my father's master-fucks. An imminent climax swarmed around
my lips and eyes.

"One day when you're lying back, with your knees on your chest, putting
out for some built, older muscle-head fuck buddy, you'll notice he
looks a lot like me. Mmm, he'll be just humping away at you, wanting to
mark your insides like Daddy is doing now. You'll close your eyes and
you'll be thinking, 'Dad, Dad, Dad, plow it deep into me, Dad. Make me
cum, Daddy. I can only cum for you, Daddy.' And I'll be there, son, in
your head, helping you along, helping you spray all over yourself.
Yeah, I got you fucked twice, buddy. I made you into a worthless queer,
and now... mmm, in one day... ungh, fuck, I got you screwed up over
your old man's muscle-dick. Christ, it doesn't get any better than
this. I couldn't dream up anything hotter. You have been seriously
fucked, buddy... shit, ungh, ungh, unghh, and I was the one who did the
fucking." My father let out a throaty chuckle and grinned with an
aggressive top's victorious confidence. "Daddy and his thick, hard cock
have fucked up your life, Kevin, understand? Understand, faggot? Get
fucked on this, you piece of shit, you fucked up little pussy, you ass-
fucked faggot."

Dad leaned back, released my ankles, and knelt between my legs. The
soft purplish evening light outlined his mountainous physique,
glistening on his shoulders as he panted out his exertion. Sweat
dripped from his hair into rivers that flowed down his heaving chest.
Dad wiped his brow with his hairy forearm, blinking the liquid out of
his eyes. He paused to get off on what his dick had done, was doing to
me. He smirked as I continued to slowly gyrate my hips onto a cock
that, for a moment, was no longer plunging with total abandon
throughout my intestines. When I tried to speak, I could only repeat
his name, or moan.

Dad pulled out abruptly so that he could stretch. My sudden feelings of
emptiness and loss terrified me, but I didn't say anything. My father
had not cum so I knew that if I could find the strength to be patient,
he would want back inside me before long. I heard muffled popping from
his joints followed with a satisfied grunt. His bull-cock, tumescent
and arching proudly, pumped sticky beads of pre-cum that clung to the
underside until they dripped in silvery strands between his legs.

Scrambling over to him, I sat astride his thighs, arms wrapped tightly
around his neck. I needed to cling to his mythic size and strength to
withstand the chaos of lust impatiently pounding for release from
beneath my skin.

"I love you, Daddy. I love your cock. I love your body. I love the way
we fuck so much. Thank you for teaching me how to take your hard,
beautiful dick. Thank you. Oh, Christ yes thank you, Daddy."

For a moment I could only try to hang on, shivering, weak, and
disoriented like a newborn puppy. Dad wrapped me in the twisted bands
of steel of his arms. So close, I thought, I'm so close, Dad.

"Oh, baby, Dad's got you all heated up and you need to cum so bad."

"Uh-huh," I agreed, with a nod against his neck.

"I won't make you wait much longer."

I hunched my cock across his firm abdominal ripples and slid my
perineum along the top of his lube-coated dick of death; unable and
unwilling to drop from the plateau of excitement he had led me to. I
wrapped a hand around my cock to bring myself off.

Dad grabbed my wrist and yanked it away. "No!" he commanded, "You'll
cum when I let you."

I looked at his face, but for now all traces of a father's love had
drained out of his features and into his cock. His thoughts were still
muddled from the ancient, primal demands controlling his impulse to
dominate and breed. My father was barely human now. I was concerned
that in his animalistic hunt for sexual release, Dad would make me cum
myself into a coma.

Dad pushed me away and straightened into a posture of triumph and
possessiveness. Without ever breaking eye contact he slathered more
lube over his dick, then flipped me onto my hands and knees. The firm
pressure of his hand on my lower back told me to get on my stomach. He
was ready to continue pounding his brutal incest-fuck into the ass of
his precious, adoring son and lover.

Dad supported the weight of his torso on his arms in a push-up
position. He used his knees to force my legs apart. Then I felt body
heat as he lowered his sweating, muscle-wrapped upper body over my
back, and dragged his cock of iron across my ass, pausing here and
there, teasing and testing. Silently telegraphing my one consuming
need, I arched my pelvis up to push my empty, subservient ass onto his
dick. I heard a low chuckle behind me.

"Yeah, look at this. I got you. I got my own son hooked on cock, hooked
on Dad's big cock. Tell Dad that you're hooked on his horse-dick. Say
it, cocksucker. Tell Daddy what you need."

"I need my father to fuck me and fuck me on his big, beautiful dad-cock
until he fills my queer ass with his hot spunk."

Daddy's strong hand clamped onto the top of my head. He lowered his
upper torso so that the curls of hair on Dad's chest tickled my back.
"Push your chest up a little, son," Dad instructed. He worked his left
arm between the cum-drizzled sheet and me at a diagonal to grasp my
right shoulder from below.  My father was making sure that I would have
to remain stationary when his pumping action reached its seismic peak.
No matter how much force he intended to put behind each thrust, I would
have to lie there and take it. My father's body of molten iron
restrained mine in a position of perfect, ecstatic helplessness. I felt
as if I was wrapped in a thermal straitjacket.

He entered me again without resistance, but the length and girth of his
prick sent a new burst of shock waves throbbing within my violated
flesh. I took in a quick deep breath, as deep as I could take in my
dad's crushing embrace. By imbedding his prick to the base and keeping
his strokes short, Dad used his cock and his hips to pin my pelvis
tight against his mattress. With his face pressed into my hair, his
lips shifted against my ear with each mind-fucking word whispered hot
and moist into my head. His breath blasted like a noisy steam iron
pressed against my cheekbone. Each intake and release of air hissed
through the back of his throat now thick with exertion and arousal. I
gave myself over to Dad's rhythmic coaching; his deep voice and dirty
phrases echoed through my jaw, coaxing the sweet and terrifying release
from my balls that I needed.

"Am I ripping your pretty ass apart, baby, with my fucking stud-cock?
How does it feel to get split wide open... uh, on my huge son-fucker?
Huh? Am I stretching my son's cunt too far? Daddy needs to know when
you start to feel some pain, son. Is Dad's cock too big for his baby
boy's hungry ass? Does this hurt? You know I have to hurt my boy a
little... ungh, ummgh, ungh, just 'cause he's a fucking queer. My boy
Kevin is a worthless... unghh, little... unghh, unghh, queer-assed
piece of shit. Ahh, uh, uh, yeah! How about now? Yeah, well, fuck you.
Fuck... you, you fucking faggot pussy. Fuck you. Goddamn cunt. Uh,
uuhh! Yeah, I want it to hurt so you'll remember who fucks and who is
fucked. Fathers have to punish their pussy-boy sons with an extra-hard
ass-fuck to get their attention and show them their place. Do you
understand your place, cunt? Your place is on your back or on your
belly with your ass full of Daddy's hard 10-inches of son-taming ass-
wrecking discipline."

"Yes, Dad, yes. I know my place. Dads fuck, queer sons get fucked. Give
my ass a good, hard dicking to help me remember." How did he know what
I needed to keep me dangling just out of reach from another orgasm
powerful enough to liquefy my brain?

"Dad's thick, long spike might be too big for some cunts, but you're
gonna take it all 'cause now Daddy knows his faggot son can take,
every, ass-ripping, inch, ah Christ! Uh, uhh, mmm, fuck. I got it for
you just the way you want it. You're Daddy's cum-hungry bitch, right
baby? Yeah, you're gonna be Daddy's personal cocksucker, right son?
Dad's just giving you what you want, isn't that right, you fucking
faggot?" Dad pushed my thighs even farther apart and assaulted my pussy
like a pile driver. "This is how it feels to take a real man's dick,
faggot. Ungh, ungh, unghh, take it. Take it all, cunt. Goddamn it, look
at you, taking all of a man's cock like you were born with a cunt.
You're such a fucking pussy. You make me sick, faggot." Dad tightened
his fist around a handful of my hair as if it was reins strapped onto a
horse he was determined to break. When he tugged at my scalp, I could
feel a cool, damp pool of my saliva against my cheek. Traumatized and
distracted by the ecstasy ricocheting throughout my body, I had started
to drool as I had seen Jason do on the tape. I watched as portions of
Dad's bedroom started to drop away into blackness.

At normal volume Dad roused me back into full consciousness. "Don't
slip away yet, faggot. I've waited too long to get into this tight
cunt. I'm gonna make sure you don't miss... ungh, even one... fucking,
uh, ungh, pump, shit yeah."

Dad lowered his voice again to his seductive whisper encrusted with
incestuous lust. "Mmm, fuck yeah, when Daddy has you like this, down on
your belly with your ass full of dick, he really wants to hurt you,
son. Daddy has to... uh, uh, ungh, hurt his boy a little to get off,
understand? Daddy has to fuck his boy hard enough... oh Christ, yeah,
to see the pain of the fuck on his pretty cum-sucking face. You love
Dad and want him to get off, right baby?"

"Yeah... want my Daddy's cum in my ass. Make it hurt if you have to.
Please give me your cum, Dad."

"I'm gonna have to make you pay for bein' a faggot, boy. No dad wants a
queer for a son. If you want Daddy's cum he's just gonna have to fuck
you harder and harder until he sees you in fucking agony, cunt. I can't
beat the queer out of you, but I can still fuck you so hard. Oh, yeah,
I can drill all of this dad-meat into you so good and hard that you'll
wish you'd never seen a dick, you fucked-up little pussy. I want you
begging Daddy for fucking mercy, cocksucker! Come on, faggot! Beg Dad
not to fucking kill you with his huge motherfucking dick! Beg Daddy to
let you live so that he can fuck you again later."

Dad held the power of life and death in his callused hands. At every
moment he would have to determine if I deserved to live another day in
service to his cock. I would have another moment of life only if he
permitted it. He was not only a god, he was God.

By now Dad was starting to hit bottom with each punch of his hips. From
deep inside my body I could sense where my father's man-spike was
battering a virgin path toward an obstruction.

"There it is. I feel it, baby. This is the spot where Daddy's dick is
gonna make his faggot son suffer."

Before things got out of hand, I gave Dad what he needed. "Oh God! I
can't take any more of your cock, Dad," I lied. "Please, please pull
back. Your dick is too big to fuck me so deep. Oh, ohh, I love you but
you're just too big Daddy. Please. Oh fuck!"

Dad closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Yes. Gonna cum. Gonna
cum, baby, so take Daddy's load. Yeah, take Dad's spunk like a good
pussy-boy. Ahh! Aahh! Aarghh!" I felt my father's cock swell and throb
as he rammed the full length of his killer god-meat through my cunt up
into my heart; my veins would now carry his fertile life-spray
alongside my blood. My omnipotent father, both heavy-hung savior and
incestuous master used the muscles around his groin to bathe my insides
with his hyper-masculike dad-sauce. "Mmm, mmm, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Jesus Christ, what a fuck! Fuck. Yeah, fuck you, bitch. Fuck, you,
faggot." His gargantuan spike of family domination spit and spit filmy
bullets of man-cells into the pool spreading through my intestines.
"Feel that?"

When I failed to respond, Dad used his handful of my hair to pull my
head backward so that I would have to look directly at him. My neck
cracked painlessly, but I yelped in surprise.

"Feel that, cunt?"

"Uh-huh. Yeah, Dad, I feel it all. I want all of your cum in my cunt.
Fill my belly with your muscle-scum."

"I'm knocking you up, you little pussy. You're taking an ass-load of
Daddy's sperm way up in your tight faggot cunt. Daddy's pumping you so
full of cum that you're gonna be able to taste it. Feel how much a man
my size can dump into your pussy? Yeah, filling you all the way up." He
continued to spray me and spray me with his thick river of life.

"Knock me up" I thought as my sanity drifted away. "Knock me up with
that high-octane daddy-juice, you beautiful horse-hung fuck-beast, you
gorgeous fucking bastard." With a single tear running fitfully along
the bridge of my nose, I restated the obvious. "I love you, Daddy."

"Goddamn hot fucking fuck, baby." He licked the sweat from my neck.
"Did you cum, buddy?"

I nodded, incapable of verbalizing the ecstasy suffusing every cell.
Dad reached under my belly to find the wet evidence of my ejaculation.

"You've got quite a puddle under there, Kevin." He used my upper back
to wipe the viscous boy-juice off of his sticky fingers. "I'm gonna
love fucking you all the time."

Dad abruptly pulled his dick from my ass and strode toward his
bathroom.

Now that I had satisfied my father, I curled into a fetal position and
waited in silence for another chance to take his cock.


I must have momentarily drifted off, because when I opened my eyes,
rain had started to fall outside. Then I heard the thick jet of my
father's piss churning the water in the toilet bowl. Through heavy
eyelids, I watched Dad turn off the bathroom light and turn the VCR
back on. He started the tape, lowered the volume of the television, and
knelt in front of the image of his high-speed rutting assault on
Jason's pale, tight ass. My father's back obscured most of the screen
but, like all of his other parts, was unfailingly awesome to behold.
Even when I was much younger, I would beg Dad to take off his shirt,
pretend to be my horse, and let me ride so that I could watch his
rippling back. I had no idea until lately how horselike he really was.

As the tape showed Jason spurting out whitish arcs of fresh teenage cum
onto the pillows and sheets, I watched the living version of my role
model. When he turned his head downward I knew he was letting his
saliva drip onto his dick. As he began to stroke himself, the play of
his muscles during this act of self-gratification was so beautiful in
its pure masculinity.

I studied him in silence for a while, matching him stroke for stroke.
Eventually he began to breathe audibly through his mouth and hump into
his fisting action. He suddenly stopped jacking and dropped his hand to
his side. As soon as he had cooled down a little, he continued to
pleasure himself. I memorized this man's rhythms, waiting impatiently
near my own orgasm while his cycle played out over and over, until he
was ready for release.

With his right hand furiously working on his swollen, loaded cock, Dad
put his left hand on the carpeted floor behind him for support and
pumped his hips toward the television. I heard a strangled noise
suppressed in his throat, a sound barely audible over the muffled moans
and fuck-talk from the TV. With one final lunge, he arched his body
forward into a magnificent curve of ecstasy. His cum painted his chest
and abs in dots and slashes of his virile fluid.

Of course, I had cum right along with him. "Hey, Superman, why didn't
you let me take care of that?"

Dad rubbed his man-sauce into his skin like it was genetically encoded
massage oil. He brought his fingers up to his nose, inhaling the scent
of his spoor. To my father, his own cum had the same effect found in
poppers. Somewhat dazed, he looked in my direction, still tripping on
his potency. Milky drops of jizz ran down the underside of his arm.
"Sorry, buddy. I thought you were asleep."

Dad climbed back into our cum-splattered, sweat-soaked bed of incest.
He was on all fours, creeping up toward my prone form. The hand he used
to smear dick juice across his torso was curled protectively into a
loose fist. As he approached my semen striped body, I sensed his dick,
distended and heavy, but no longer fully erect. I could feel it first
dragging through the hairs on my calf, then painting Dad's translucent
post-orgasmic fluid onto my inner left thigh. He placed his wet hand
loosely over my nose and mouth.

"Smell me. This is Daddy. This is where you came from."

I inhaled deeply then licked across his palm. Suddenly I was so full of
love and longing for him that I wrapped myself around him in a hug as
tight as my arms could give, as tight as any I have ever given. "I love
you so much."

"I know, son." When he sat back on his haunches, pulling me with him,
his broad shoulders and sinewy arms glowed in the final minutes of
daylight weakly illuminating the bedroom. He chuckled softly. His lips
found mine before the mirth left his face. "Your stepmom would have
kittens if she saw what we were up to during her business trip."

"Don't remind me." I groped his cock and massaged it into a formidable
erection. "Are you ready to fuck again old man?"

"Any time, son. You want plenty of dick in this butt-fucking ass of
yours, right? Big dick and plenty of it? I guess this means you're
gonna be all over Max as soon as you get him alone, isn't that right,
boy?"

"Uncle Max!"

"Didn't you know your uncle was coming over this weekend? What do you
say to that, baby? Are you gonna try to get fucked on Max's donkey dick
next?"

"Max? Are you serious? Please don't jerk me around when it comes to
Uncle Max, Dad. He's almost as hot as you." Actually Uncle Max was
slightly hotter, but I didn't want to hurt my dad's feelings. They were
both equally beautiful, but, although they shared the same drive, my
uncle was far less inhibited in his sexuality. Max lived for his dick
and he didn't care who knew it. Every word out of his mouth to me had
something to do with fucking, who he was fucking, or who he wanted to
fuck. No one was safe. No relationship was sacred. Whenever he visited,
I was constantly walking in on him while he was jerking-off. I couldn't
avoid interrupting him because I never knew where he would decide to do
it next. Without missing a beat, he would just grin and say something
like "Uncle Max really needs this one, buddy." For a moment, I would
watch him pleasure that freakish mega-dong of his, openly amazed at
just how close the cock's head came to poking him in the sternum.
Finally, I would shake myself out of the trance and give him some
privacy. "I love it when he comes over."

"There's something you need to know before you see him again on
Saturday. Now that Jason is eighteen, Max has decided to tell him the
truth about his family, and to tell his family the truth about their
son. Even though Jason's parents live as a married couple, Daniel and
Angela are actually brother and sister."

"God, that's sick." I said, punctuating it with a grin.

Dad laughed, startling me with the volume of it. I loved to make him
laugh like that.

"They wanted kids, but were afraid of genetic problems. Max was fifteen
at the time and doing yard work for them every weekend. They paid Max
what he thought was a lot of money to fuck Angela on a regular basis
until she was pregnant. Part of the money was also intended to buy his
silence about the arrangement. Now that Max is a little older and has a
successful landscaping business, he can afford to support his son and
send him through college."

"So, Jason is actually my cousin?"

"Yep, and my nephew. Jason's my very own hot, fuckable piece of raw
nephew-meat."

"Why would Max want Jason to move in with him now after all these years
apart?"

"I guess you didn't find all of my tapes." Dad got out of bed, walked
to the dresser, and began to dig into the drawer that he used for his
sweaters. He pulled a videocassette from the bottom back corner and
inserted it into the VCR. "Just watch this and I think you'll
understand."

The images on the tape told me everything I needed to know about the
relationship between Max and Jason. I recognized my uncle's bedroom in
the background. My friend--and cousin--was on his back, somehow finding
room inside his body for all of that thick, endless dickage attached to
Max's--his father's--lower torso. At first it looked like a magic
trick, without the smoke or mirrors.

My uncle's body was as beautiful as ever. Like his brother, he had a
light, even dusting of hair across his chest and forearms.  A damp
pleasure trail needlessly directed your gaze to his awe-inspiring fuck-
pole. Every muscle, glistening with sex sweat, was pumped to
perfection. Max held his son's ankles tightly and apart to put the
boy's ass at the proper angle for penetration. Their pace, expressions,
and words indicated that instead of fucking, they were making love.
They were using their bodies to strengthen a bond that was meant to
last until the end of their lives. I started to feel embarrassed to be
a voyeur to this level of intimacy.

"Max likes to watch my tapes when he's here. After I told him who this
was, he wouldn't stop hounding me until I brought them together.
They've been at it constantly since I made this. Look at Jason's face.
That boy just wants to live with the man who has the inches and
authority to make him feel like that every day."

I suspected that I looked the same way when Dad was dicking me.

"Tomorrow night I'm gonna set up the camera and tape us, baby. Max
should know what his precious queer nephew has learned to do with his
ass-cunt. It's the least I can do for my insatiable stud brother. I
know he'll be into it because he loves to watch fucking as much as I
do. And he loves you. Before this weekend is over, I'm sure that Uncle
Max will want to give you a ride you'll never forget."

"Do you mean it? I love Max so much, Dad. He is always making trouble
and his body is incredible. Would Max fuck me? What about Jason?"

"You can bet that your uncle would love to fuck the daylights out of
you, buddy. Don't worry about Jason either. I'll make sure that he
doesn't feel left out. God, that's hot... watching my only son and
lover take my baby brother's foot-long dick down to the balls. We're
gonna have a Tanner family reunion fuck-fest. I can't wait to see your
face when you get an ass full of Max's cock. He didn't get that
nickname for nothing. By the time he arrives you should be able to take
it. I'll dick you from one end while he shreds you from the other. Our
cocks will meet somewhere in the middle. We might try to dick your ass
at the same time. Would you like to try to take two cocks, buddy?"

"I don't see how, but I would like to try. Anything for you and Max,
Dad."

"Two weeks of nothing but family fucking family. And my son gets to be
the center of attention. We're gonna wear you the fuck out. You can
forget about getting any sleep. You're gonna be nothing but a fucked-
up, fucked-out sack of sperm. Ahh, fuck yeah, my boy Kevin, the
Tanner sperm bank."

I stretched out alongside my dad, too exhausted to watch another minute
of the tape. The bed shook gently to the rhythm of my father's fist
along his cock. I slipped into unconsciousness listening to my father's
commentary on the screen action.

"I know what a cunt your boy is, Max. Give that pussy son of yours
every inch of that big dick, you fucking stud. Fuck your boy. Fuck him
good and hard. Rip his ass apart."