Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 13:21:56 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Ymca uncut chapter 3

       UNCUT YMCA

       Work of fiction, please do not use or republish without the author's
permission.

				   *****

	- I was losing control.  My balls were tight to the base of my
cock, my hand stroking up and down fast.  I arched my back, lifting my ass
off the bed.  I humped my cock into my fist, moaning quietly as I neared
orgasm.  Then with a final mighty thrust, I came.  My cum blasted out of my
cock, showering me its hot wetness.

       My bedroom door opened and my dad walked in.

       "Hey kiddo, I just..." his words stopping as he stood there watching
his son shoot a massive load of cum all over his body. *****



Chapter 3 -



What could I do?  I was at that point in my orgasm where your brain tells
you that if you stop now you will DIE!  I wanted to scream at him to get
out, but that is not what came out at all.

"Oh god daddy....."  My tone one hundred percent sexual.  My dad stood
there watching as my cum continued to splatter on my chest and tummy.

I never thought of my dad in a sexual way.  I mean yeah he was a good
looking man, but he was my dad, right?  Yet somehow, lying here cumming for
him to see, my mind racing with thoughts of seeing his cock.  Of him
standing over me as he came to me.  I swear I felt my balls shift into
hyper-drive and push more cum out of my young cock.

Four shots, two nailing my face around my mouth, the last two hitting my
belly.  My freaking tongue, acting all on its own, snaking out and scooping
up my sweet cream.  My brain registering how yummy it was making me moan
loudly.  My dad smiling as he continued to just stand there.

My hand slowed and I slumped to the bed.  My dad, finally, began backing
out the door.  He left me panting like an overheated dog.  My mind was full
of thoughts about what had just happened.  I tried to move but failed.  My
body felt like a huge lump of jello.  My hand fell from my still throbbing
cock as my door again opened, my dad coming back into the room.

Part of my brain was telling me to cover up and hide.  The other part was
still lost in orgasm land and said fuck it.  That' the part that won, and I
just lay there, my eyes looking at him as he held up a small towel.

I made some sort of moaning sound as I nodded weakly.  Dad backed up to the
door and looked at me tilting his head slightly.  I nodded again, my lips
forming a slight smile.  Dad pressed back against the door, closing it
softly.

He never took his eyes off me as he crossed to my bed.  He stood there for
a second, then offered me the towel.  I made some sort of grunting sound,
which made dad chuckle.  He began cleaning my cum from my body, each drop,
every streak, cleaned with a slow tender care.  Working from my head down,
stopping only when he reached my bush.

Our eyes locked on the others and I gave him a very slight nod.  I saw him
swallow hard, his eyes growing big for a moment then focusing back on my
crotch.

"I'm sorry for barging in.  I really had no idea I would see..."  He paused
again to look at my face, "What I saw."  I watched as he moved my still
semi hard cock with one hand and began wiping the cum from my pubic hairs.

I could feel my cock slowly begin to fully harden and realized there was
nothing I could do about it.  I forced myself to think of him not as my
dad, but as some guy in the locker room.  Knowing full well either thought
was going to make me hard.

He finished with my bush and now went on to clean my cock.  I couldn't help
myself and moaned as his hand wrapped around my young cock and stroked
down.  I looked at him, thinking he would be mad that I seemed to enjoy
this, but his eyes were fully focused on my cock.

I expected him to clean my head and then the shaft, but admittedly was
happy when he followed his down stroke with an up stroke.  My head rubbing
through the ring of fingers his hand made.  I shivered feeling this, my dad
chuckling softly.  He continued his slow stroking, working his hand up and
down my cock.  I merely lay there enjoying his manipulation and yeah I
admit it was hot that it was my dad doing it.



I finally had to stop him.  I reached out and touched his wrist, my eyes
and face pleading with him to stop.

"I... I... I'm gonna... Cum..."  My voice moaned as my hips began humping
his hand.

"Then cum son.  Hell, I've already seen you do it so why hide it?"  His
hand began stroking me again, a big smile on his face.  I dropped my hand
and not planning it, it dropped into his lap and I felt his boner straining
in his pants.  I looked at his crotch and could see a large hard tube
pressing up against his pants.  Dad chuckled as he looked from my hand to
my face.  "Yeah tends to happen to all guys.  Doesn't mean you're gay or
anything.  Just that you are enjoying what is happening."  He chuckled
again.  "Even if there was more going on, there is no need to label it
gay."

"More?"  I could finally form words and speak.

"Yeah.  Like, say you stroked me or there was some, oh I don't know, cock
sucking?"

"Cock sucking?"  Yeah, I know I sounded like a dork.  "Like, us?"  My Dad
chuckled again.  He looked at me and to his crotch.

"Want to see it?"  He didn't wait for an answer, he just stood up and
opened his pants.  Kicking off his shoes and socks, he dropped his pants
kicking to adding them to my mess of discarded clothes.  He stepped closer,
his man cock hard as bricks, skin hanging wrinkled over the head, bobbed
over my face.

I stared up at it as it waved over me.  I couldn't get the fact that this
was my dad's cock out of my head when I felt tremendous warms surrounding
my cock.  I looked down to dad sliding his mouth over my cock.  He'd barely
gotten my whole boy cock in his mouth when I came.  No warning, no build
up, I just blasted another load down his throat.

Dad sucked up my shaft and worked just my naked head.  His tongue danced
around, licking up all the cum I shot out.  He had moved his leg over my
head and began stroking his cock right over my face.  He was sure his skin
dragged over my lips, his pre, wetting my mouth and face.

Dad pulled off my cock and quickly changed to face me, his cock head and
skin pushing at my lips.  I thought he wanted me to suck him, so I opened
my mouth only to have him pull away.  He kept stroking and in a few minutes
his cum was drooling onto my face and mouth.

I licked and sucked as his load finally getting his long skin in my mouth.
I sucked his skin tasting his salty sperm.  I finally was able to pull him
forward enough to get his entire head in my mouth.  I stroked back his
skin, dad's hand stopping me.

"Hang on son, I should shower before you do that."  I forced his hand away
skinning his cock back now really tasting his sweaty, pissy cock head in my
mouth.  I moaned loudly as I kept sucking, dad letting me continue even
when he softened.  His fingers were wiping his cum from my face wiping it
onto his cock which meant I got to suck more and more of his sexy cock into
my mouth.

I finally released his cock and he lay beside me.

"Seems my son has had some experience with pleasing a man."  I smiled and
stroked the stubble on his face.

"Seems my dad has experience doing the same thing."

"Well, when I was your age, and when I was in the Navy.  What about you?"
Dad's hand stroked down my chest and rubbed my tummy.

"With a couple friends," I was vague but was not going to tell him about
Tim.



We lay there together for a while longer and were about to doze off when we
heard mom driving in the driveway.  I freaked, but dad was cool.  He told
me to hide my clothes and go hop in the shower.  He picked up his clothes
and headed to their bedroom and I soon heard the shower in their bathroom
running.



Dad returned to his normal cool self after dinner.  We were alone in the
basement working on our train layout.  The table was in one-quarter section
of the downstairs and was maybe half complete.  Tonight we'd decided to
work on an undeveloped section, which meant shaping the Styrofoam base.  It
was a messy job and even with the makeshift exhaust fan dad had set up, it
was necessary to wear old clothes and face masks.

After I had done the dishes, my nightly chore, I ran to my room and put on
some old nearly worn out, nylon track pants over my briefs, and a holey
t-shirt.  I ran downstairs and found dad was like-minded and had on
trackies and a t-shirt.  He busted up laughing when I stopped short seeing
him.  I blushed moving over to give him a hug.  I needed to know he and me
were OK after what had happened.

Dad hugged me tight and like always seemed to know what was on my mind.  He
lifted me up and set me on the table, looking into my eyes.

"It has to be a secret, OK?"  His hand stroked my hair outta my face.
"Don't think it has to ever happen again either."  This comment stunned me,
but his next relaxed me again.  "Unless you want it too."  He went on to
quietly tell me of his youth.  Being a year or so younger than me, and a
male friend of his parents.  That he was always very friendly and touchy.
Then one afternoon the man touched his cock and they ended up going into
the bushes and having similar fun as he and I did earlier.

As he set me back on the floor, my hand accidentally rubbed over his
crotch.  I knew instantly he was not wearing underwear and spun to face
him.  I looked up into his eyes as he looked down at me.  My hands found
his crotch and grabbed his swelling cock.

"You don't have undies on," I gasped, my hands stroking his shaft.

"Nope," he giggled, "never when I wear these."  His fingers pinched the
silky fabric and he shook it.  He leaned down and pressed his lips to my
ear.  "I love how it feels on my cock," He grunted softly.  "You better
stop.  Your mom is home and I love you touching me like you are.  We have
to be careful and not let her catch us."  I nodded and slowly stroked my
hand off of his now fully hard cock.



We worked for a couple hours, getting all the Styrofoam cut and glued in
place.  We called it a night and headed back upstairs.  About half way up,
dad grabbed my inner thigh and I stopped.  He moved his head to my shoulder
and tugged the waistband of my briefs.

"You're old enough now, you don't have to wear these if you're hanging with
me and your mom isn't around."  I nodded and he smacked my butt as we
headed up the rest of the way.



The next morning was Saturday, and I was excited to have the day mostly to
myself.  Mom and dad were working and wouldn't be home until the afternoon.
I lay in my bed trying to get the ambition to get up and go have some
Capt'n Crunch when the smell of fresh pancakes hit my nose.  Just thought
it must be earlier and mom was making them for me before she left.  There
was a soft knock on my door and I lifted my head to see my dad sticking his
head in.

"What are you doing home," I nearly screamed, jumping out of bed and
running to hug him.

"I took the day off.  Told mom I was going to spend some quality time with
you today."  I suddenly realized dad was just wearing trackies.

"Do I smell pancakes?"

"Sure do, are you hungry?"  I nodded and pushed past him wearing only the
briefs I had slept in.

"Might want to make sure your mom's not here before you go traipsing around
nearly naked."

I froze for a second, then realized mom left for work at seven, and dad was
in nothing but trackies.  I turned to look at his smiling and took off my
briefs, kicking them to him.

"She left already.  It's just you and me!"  I turned and continued to the
kitchen, looking back I watched as dad lifted my briefs to his face and
sniffed the pouch.  My cock hardened instantly seeing this.



Dad had outdone himself.  Bacon and sausage, surrounding a huge stack of
pancakes.  My mom was an awesome cook, but my dad made the best pancakes in
the world.  I spun around as my dad entered the kitchen.  I threw my arms
around him pressing to him tightly.  He too was a hairy man like Tim, but
my dad chest and tummy hair was silky soft.  I rubbed my face between his
pecs and moaned softly.

"Hey, there son, easy now.  We have all day for play."  One hand caressed
my back as the other lifted my briefs to his nose again.  He lowered them,
a huge smile on his face and stretched them onto my head like they were
some kind of hat.



We ate everything he had made and made quick work of the dishes, me washing
and dad drying and putting away.  I was wiping the sink when dad came up
behind me, his fingers dancing on my sides tickling me.

I shrieked and squirmed, trying to get away from his attack, but he was
relentless.  His fingers moved all over my chest and tummy then moved up to
my pits.  I almost escaped, but dad was too quick and scooped me in his
arms and slung me over his shoulder.  As he walked us back down the hall,
he used his free hand to spank me playfully.  Me giggling and laughing the
whole time.  My briefs still tight on my head.

Taking me to his room, I saw he'd spread a huge soft blanket on the bed.
He lifted me up almost touching the ceiling, and playfully slammed me down
onto the comfy bed.  He snagged my briefs off my head.

"These belong to me now."  He took yet another sniff and tossed them on his
dresser.  "Later you are going to cum in them for me."  I gave him a weird
look.  "I'm going to keep them and use them to jack off late at night."  He
gave me a wink as he pushed his trackies down.  He pulled me to the edge of
the bed and held my legs around his waist, his semi hard cock and hot balls
laying on top of mine.  "Ready to have some fun?"  I nodded as I watched
his daddy cock bouncing on my boy cock.

I was suddenly assaulted by this thick fingers, tickling me yet again.  I
struggled to get away but in reality I was only playing.  I had no
intention of escaping.  Dad worked his magical fingers all over me.
Tickling me in all my tickle spots.  He also showed me places I never knew
I was ticklish.

He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs like he was going to change me if I
was wearing a diaper.  His fingers lightly tickled me between my balls and
my hole.  OMG, I went insane!  I lost my breath!  Dad rubbed his thumb over
my hole.

"MMM, what a pretty pussy you have son."  I calmed down, my emotions
swinging frantically from insane tickle giggles to moaning pleasure.  Dad
released my legs which fell to his shoulders.  He rubbed his thumb over my
pussy again causing me to moan louder.  "Seems my son is liking his tight
pussy being touched."  I bit my lip, as I looked over my body at him,
seeing his head getting closer.  My arms reached as far as they could, my
hands grabbing for his head.

"Yes, yes I do," I moaned loudly.  I grunted as I continued to fail to grab
his head.  "Eat my fucking boy pussy NOW!"


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       Faithfully,
       Little Wolf