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From: boner@giskard.holonet.net (Hal Fuquay)
Subject: Story: BLADE (part 1) [m/minor, incest]
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Summary: New story about a father son discovering each other
Keywords: sex, incest, story, male, minor
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Date: Fri, 22 Jul 1994 03:01:31 GMT
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This story contains explicit sex between an adult male and a minor. If this
type of subject matter offends you, read no further.

To all of those enjoy this sort of material, I will post part 2, as soon
as it has been proofread.

Enjoy!

Hal (boner@marta.com)


                                BLADE


                      An original story by the SHADOWMAN
Part I.

I stood there mesmerized. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was fourteen years
old, and had only recently realized what sex was. I had been sneaking looks
and peeks at guys in the lockerroom at school on a daily basis. I had
realized that what guys had to offer was much more attractive, and much
more erotic than anything on the female anatomy. Now, here was the real
deal, the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen swinging on a human at that
time, and of all people, it belonged to my father!

Let me back up a bit. I am not making a whole lot of sense. My parents had
adopted my brother Barron and myself, because they could not have kids,
due to some medical malfunction on the part of my mom. They had
adopted us through some agency in Kentucky and brought us to Indiana to
live. My mom's medical malfunction turned out to be cancer in the end,
and my mom had passed away when I was 12 and Barron was 10. Since
that time, it had been just my dad, taking care of us, with occasional help
from relatives, and a nanny now and again. He spent every spare minute
that he had with us, playing, and teaching us everything he thought we
needed to know, from how to play a great first base for a local Pony
League team, to how to correctly plant a shrub in one of the gardens
outside. He never spanked us, but was a firm disciplinarian. His word was
law in the house and we both knew it.

About 3 months ago, I had my first wet dream, which I admit scared the
hell out of me. I woke up stuck to my sheets, and started yelling. I thought
something was seriously wrong. My dad came running, to see why I
sounded like a scalded cat. When I showed him what was wrong, he smiled
and proceeded to tell me it was natural, and not to be afraid. He asked me if
I could remember what I dreamed about. I tried, but there was no way, I
was still pretty shook from seeing my whole crotch filled with this white,
sticky fluid. Dad went on to tell me that he would help me get cleaned up,
so he stripped off my shorts (which is all I slept in), and took me to the
bathroom. Barron came out of his room to see what all of the commotion
was, and dad told him to just go back to bed, everything was okay. Anyway,
dad too my to the bathroom, and had me setup on the bathroom vanity so
he could clean my up.

My dad, to me anyway, is a giant of a man. He stands 6'4" tall, weighs
about 210-215 pounds, and was built like the proverbial brick shithouse.
He owned a printing company, and although now he has 200-300 men
working for him, he always got out on the docks, or down in the plant and
helped out working just like one of the men. He had piercing black eyes,
that when he was mad, I knew were looking right into my soul. His chest
and abdomen were full of highly defined muscles that seemed to jump out
at you. I never tired of looking at my dad.

Anyway, here I was buck naked sitting on the vanity in the bathroom, while
he was running some warm water on a washcloth. Then, he reached over
and started to wash my stomach, down to the top of the peach fuzz that was
all I had to call pubic hair. He told me to spread my legs a little, and I did
so. He proceeded to wash the inside of my thighs, and then started to wash
my balls. As he started to move his hand over my ball sac, I felt what I
feared most would happen: my cock started to harden, and expand. I felt
humiliated. Here my dad was trying to help me when i was scared, and how
did I respond, by sprouting a woody. Dad already had my cock in his hand,
as
it began to lengthen and stiffen, and as soon as he realized that I was getting
a boner, he let go, and handed me the washcloth, and told me to finish up,
and go back to bed. All he was wearing was his boxer shorts, which is what
he slept in each night. And, when he stepped back from the vanity, I saw the
head of his cock peeking out though the flap. It looked huge, at least
compared to any I had seen up to this time. It was a big, round, mushroom
capped knob, covered in foreskin, and the sight took my breath away. He
then leaned over and kissed me goodnight, and the head of his cock brushed
my leg. I felt like someone had touched my leg with a cattle prod, because a
charge of electricity shot through me and virtually paralyzed me, and then
settled into my crotch. I realized at that point that my dad's cock was as
hard as my own. I felt like I had just entered the twilight zone! He turned
and went back to his bed, and I finished washing my crotch. I got down off
of the vanity and went back to bed. All I could think about was how my
dad's cockhead had looked, and how it had felt when it brushed up against
my leg.

I laid down, and had visions of my dad naked running around my head,
followed by him rubbing the head of his cock all over my legs. I couldn't
help myself. My cock would not retreat to it's natural state, and the electric
feeling in my crotch would not subside. I had made sure my door was
locked, and grabbed my cock and started pounding it like there was no
tomorrow. I remember how he had held my balls, so I used my other hand
to reach down and cup and knead my ball sac. I wanted this feeling to last
forever, but to no avail. Within a couple of minutes, I was spraying cum all
over my stomach and chest, wondering what it would feel like to have my
dad spraying his cum in the same places. I rolled over and fell off to sleep,
thinking of what I had seen that night, and deciding that I had to see more.

Three months had passed since that night. Three months of constantly
beating my meat thinking of my dad. I had had the opportunity in those
three months to check out the equipment of every guy in the lockerroom. It
seemed that noone even came close to having what my dad had between his
legs. I paid special attention to the heads of other guys cocks, and noone
had the same gleaming, pink, mushroom head on their cock, the way that he
did. I had tried to make every effort to get another glimpse of my dad
around the house, but I had been totally unsuccessful.

Tonight, I had went to bed about 10pm, and as usual had jacked off before
I went to sleep. By now, I had incorporated several new things into my
routine. I had explored my body enough to find out that my nipples were
very sensitive. I had learned how to rub, and lightly pinch them until they
felt like they vibrated, and stood out straight like a couple of erasers. I had
also learned in exploring my crotch that the area between the underside of
my balls, and my asshole was especially sensitive, and this led me to
discover how sensitive my asshole was as well. So, while I jacked on my
cock with one hand, I would play with my nipples and my asshole at the
same time. This would increase my excitement to such an extent that more
and more often, when I would cum, I would wind up shooting cum onto
my chin and cheeks.

After I had gotten done relieving my sexual tension, I had cleaned myself
up ( I kept a washcloth under my mattress now), and drifted off to sleep. I
woke up about 1am feeling I had to piss. I walked down the hall, into the
bathroom, and relieved my bursting bladder. As I came out of the bathroom
I noticed something. The light in the den was still on. I could see it shining
through the crack under the closed door. It was Friday night, so I figured
my dad had stayed up late watching TV. I went down to the door, and it
was partially open. I eased the door open, and looked around. My breath
caught in my throat, and my eyes stood still on the vision that I beheld.

There laying in his Barco lounger, was my dad, with his shorts around his
ankles, his cock gripped in his hand, slamming his cock up and down like
an oil drilling rig. His head was cocked back, and his eyes were closed. He
had this small, thin smile on his face, as his body jerked intermittently, and
periodic moans escaped his lips. I was in a trance. I couldn't move, I
couldn't speak. All I could do was watch as his hand move the shaft of his
cock up and down in this primordial rhythm. I watched as the head of his
cock, appeared and disappeared, out of the foreskin that usually totally
covered his cock head. I saw his other hand slowly inching up to his
nipples, and pulling on them, hard and rough, sometimes a full inch away
from his body. He would roll the nipples around in his fingers, and
whenever he compressed them between his fingers, he would moan, and let
out these animal-like sounds. 

After he worked over his nipples for a while, he scooted down in the chair,
and kind of brought his knees up over the sides of the lounger. I saw his
hand move down and cup his balls. He would fondle his balls for a while,
and then grab the part of his pouch between the underside of his cock and
top of his balls, and slowly pull and yank. Whenever he did this, I could see
the muscles in his back and abdomen clench and hear a deep, guttural,
moan escape from his lips, sounding like a lion in heat. He then went on to
hold up the underside of his balls with the thumb portion of his palm, and
rub his fingers all around his asshole. Many times I saw him insert 1 or 2
of his fingers into his hole and move them in and out while his other hand
proceeded to jack even harder and faster on his swollen cock. I filed this
away in the back of my mind, for future beat off sessions, because I had
never thought of putting my fingers actually in my asshole, I had only
played around it.

I suddenly realized that my own cock was at full attention, when I started
feeling the pre-cum, dripping down my leg. Here was the man I admire
most in the world, jacking on the cock I wanted to see more and more of in
reality and not just my fantasies. I watched as his cock began to swell more
and more until it looked as if it would explode. I unconsciously begin
fingering my own cock, feeling those cattle prod shocks began shooting
through my body, always winding up in my crotch. I jerked on my cock as I
watched my dad, with two of his fingers ramming in and out of his asshole,
jerking and twisting his cock and foreskin. I held my breath as I saw him
arch his lower abdomen and hips, pull his fingers out of his asshole, and
grab his cock with both hands. When he did this, the head of his cock
turned kind of a dark purple, then the hole in the end of his cock, began to
open, and a beautiful, powerful stream of white rope came shooting out of
his cock, time after time, landing on his chest and belly. One stream after
another came out covering his matted hair with a white frosting. After a
few minutes, his body seemed to relax, and he let out this deep, long
breath. With his eyes still closed, and his right hand still holing his cock, he
reached up with his left hand, and scooped up some his cum with  2 of his
fingers, and then placing the fingers in his mouth, he cleaned every last
drop of cum from them.

I was in shock! My father was eating his own cum! I stared in disbelief as I
continued to play with my own hard cock, while standing there in the
doorway. When I saw this, I let out an audible, low moan of my own,
before I could stop it from escaping. I knew I had seriously fucked up! I
saw my dad's eyes pop open. As he laid there in his chair, with a look of
surprise and horror, he dropped his cock, and my small 4" cock started to
shoot it's own ropey cum all over the front of my shorts!

All I can remember, as I turned, and ran back to my room, is my dad
looking at my cock shooting more white cum than I had ever shot before,
me, turning and running away, and my dad yelling, "BLADE! Come back!".

To be continued.....