From: boner@giskard.holonet.net (Hal Fuquay)
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Subject: Blade's Story <m,b,incest> Revised, Part 1
Date: 16 May 1996 20:21:34 GMT
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Summary: Revised repost of part one of original gay story
Keywords: Story, Part 1, Incest, father, son

If male/male sex, father/son sex, or adult/teen sex offends you
then read no further. This post is meant for discrimninating adults over
the age of 21 only.


                                             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 was constantly
comparing what they had between their legs to what I had
between mine. I saw that I had more length on my cock than
most of them, but there were some that were a bit fatter than
my cock was. The biggest difference that I saw, was that I
had a large bunch of drooping foreskin, and they did not. At
first it made me feel a bit odd, but as time went by, I learned
to feel kind of special, since I had something that almost none
of the other guys did not have. I found out years later, that
my dad had made sure I kept my foreskin, so I would be
natural, like himself.

I look in the mirror sometimes, to try and visualize what I
will be like when I grow up. Now, I am taller than everybody
else, but I guess that is to be expected, since my dad is 6'5".
At 14, I stand 6'2" tall, with long light brown hair, almost to
my shoulders. I am kind of a jock, I guess, because I love to
play sports, and this helps keep my body in shape. I like
looking at my semi-chiseled chest, but the size of my pecs
seems to make my nipples seem real small to me. I have this
real fine blondish hair, kind of like kitten fur, all over me
from the middle of my chest on down, even on my feet.
Weird!  My cock is my proudest element. I like the way that
it looks in the mirror. It hangs down, like a long, thin snake,
over a long ball-sac, which contains very small balls. But, the
foreskin that hangs over the edge is the best part of it to play
with and arouse. When I twist, and pull on it, it sends what
feels like electrical shocks, from my toes to my teeth. I guess
I like my eyes as well. They are kind of a smokey green
color. One girl in 8th grade told me I have bedroom eyes,
whatever that means.

 I had realized early on that what guys had to offer visually
was much more attractive, and much more erotic than
anything on the female anatomy. There were times that I
could not take my eyes off of the impression that a guy's cock
and balls made in their crotch. I would catch my self staring,
and sometimes grasping my own crotch as I would watch, and
sometimes drool over the large curling impressions in a guy's
crotch area. It seemed sometimes, that the more there was to
the impression, the hotter it would make me. I guess when I
look back, it was because then, the more you had to conceal
in your crotch, the more of a man you were. At least in my
mind. And, that mind was always working, at new and
different ways to be able to see what a guy had between  his
legs.

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! I was unable to catch my breath. I
was unable to move a muscle. I was frozen in space and time
looking at the monstrosity before my very eyes!. I couldn't take
my eyes off it. I couldn't stop my gaze of every vein, every ridge,
every inch of it.

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. Mom has always told me
that Dad's greatest desire in life had been to have sons. They
had adopted us through some agency in Kentucky and brought
us to Indiana to live. We live on a small ranch that is non-
productive, outside of Indiana's major cities, with acres
and acres of space to run and jump in, as rough as we like.

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. He was one of those men who could make
you stop in your tracks, just by the look in his eyes.

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 for my dad. 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, 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 him to just go
back to bed, everything was fine. Anyway, dad took me to the bathroom,
and had me setup on the bathroom vanity so he could clean me 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
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.
that when he was mad, I knew were looking right into my
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 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 as he asked.  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 felt what I feared most would happen: my cock
started to harden and expand. I felt totally humiliated. Here my Dad was 
trying to help me when I was scared, and how did I respond ? I sprouted a
woody. Dad already had my cock in his hand as it begain 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 and then settled in my crotch. I realized right then, that my dad's
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 could not remove that tactile and visual memory
from my mind. It had been burned in my brain forever.

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, leaving trails of fluid.
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 chest and stomach, 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 and felt that night, and deciding
that I had to see and feel more....much more.

Three months has passed since that night. Three months of constantly
beating my meat thinking of my Dad, and the aura of sex that surrounded
him. I had had the opportunity in those 3 months to check out the equipment
of every guy in the lockerroom at school. The conclusion that I came to, was,
that noone even came close to having what my dad had between his legs, even
our coaches. I paid special attention to the heads of the other males' cocks,
and noone had the same gleaming, pink, mushroom head on their cock, the way
that he did. Dad had this distinctive male smell about him, a smell of
manhood, sex, work, desire, lust, trust, and primal musk. Getting close to
him and having that smell waft to my nose made the hair on the back of neck
stand straight up. That smell would take me to another world, a world
where I envisoned one image of my father after another.

I had tried to make every effort to get another glimpse of my dad around the
house, but I had been totally unsuccessful. It made me want to see him even
more than I had before I started trying.

Tonight, I had went to bed around 10pm, and as usual, I had jacked off before
I went to sleep. By now, I had incorporated several new actions in my routine.
I had explored my body enough to learn that my nipples were very sensitive. I
had learned how to rub, and 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 and the feelings it produced, that the area between the underside of
my balls, and my asshole was especially sensitive, and this led me to discover
just how sensitive my asshole was as well. So while I jacked on my cock with
one hand, I would play with and tease my nipples and 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
doorm 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. He was bathed in a light sweat, that made
his skin and his body fur shine and faintly shimmer.

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
low moans escaped his lips in bated breath. I was in some weird hypnotic
trance. I couldn't move...I couldn't speak...I was just frozen in time and
space. My whole being focused on watching his hand move the shaft of his
cock up and down in this primordial rhythm. He was so lost in his pleasure,
I wondered what it was that he was seeing in his mind that would enable him
to loose all earthy tendrils, and be consumed with such tantric lust

I watched as the head of his cock appeared and disappeared out of the foreskin
that usually covered his cock head. His other hand would slowly inch it's way
way up to his nipples, and then one at a time pull on them, hard and rough,
sometimes pulling them a full inch away from his body. he would graze each of
them with his fingernail, and then slowly dig the nail into his nipple. Each
time he would do this, I could see the color in the head of his cock change
to a slightly deeper hue, and the huge vein in the side of his cock would
pulse a bit more. He would rool the nipples around in his fingers, and 
whenever he compressed them tightly in his fingertips, deep animal-like
sounds would escape from him, and you could see the shivers of lust run 
through his body from his face to the curl of his toes. This was quickly 
beginning to be more than I could comprehend. I felt myself break out in a
delicious sweat, fueled by my father's lust and animal sexuality. I knew I
shouldn't be watching him, and invading his privacy, but there was no force
God's earth that could have moved from that spot.

After he worked over his nipples for a while, he scooted down in lounger,
raised his legs, and kicked off the last vestiges of clothes, his shorts
and underwear, into the floor beside him. He brought his knees up over the
armrests on each side of the lounger. I saw his hand move down slowly
and stoke his crotch, needing the skin, muscles and hair. His hand then moved
down and started to cup his hairy balls in their sweat glistened sac. He
would fondle his balls for a while, and then roughly grab a part of the pouch
between the underside of his cock and the top of his balls, and slowly pull
and yank. He moved his hand around to different sections making sure he
worked over the entire area. Whenever he did this, I could see the muscles in
his back and abdomen clench and roll and then hear a guttural moan escape
from his lips, sounding like a lion in heat roaming through the jungle.
He then went on to hold up the underside of his balls with the thumb portion
of his palm, and run his fingers all around his asshole. many times I saw
him insert 1 or 2 fingers into his sweaty hole and move them in and out
while his other hand proceeded to jack even harder and faster on his
constantly swelling cock. I filed this away in the back of my mind for future
jack of 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 to
feel the pre-cum, slowly dripping down my leg. here was the man I admire
most in the world, jacking on the cock I wanted to see more 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 began fingering my
own cock, feeling those cattle prod shocks beginning to shoot through my body
always winding up in my crotch. I jerked roughly on my cock as I watched my
Dad, with two of his huge fingers ramming in and out of his asshole, jerking
and twisting his cock and foreskin. I held my breath as I saw hime 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 a dark purple,
then the hole in the end of his ock, began to open up, and a beautiful, powerful
stream of thick white rope cam shooting out of his cock, time after time,
landing on his chest and belly. One stream after another sprayed out
covering his matted belly hair with a white frosting. After what seemed an
eternity, his body seemed to relax, and he let out a single deep, long
breath. With his eyes still closed, and his right hand still holding is
still ahrd cock, he reached up with his left hand, and scooped up some of
his still smoldering cum with 2 of his fingers, and then placing the fingers
in his mouth, he lovingly clean every last drop of cum from them with his
mouth and tongue.

I was in shock! My father was eating his own cum, right in front of my eyes!
I stared in mute disbelief as I continued to forcefully maul my own hard
cock, while standing there in the doorway. When I saw this, mody body began
to tremble with sexual need and excitement, and I inexplicably and
uncontrollably let out an audible, low moan of my own before I could stop it
from escaping my lips. I knew at that moment, I had seriously fucked up! I
saw my Dad's eyes pop open and begin to scan the area. As he laid there in
his chair, with a look of surprise and horror, he dropped his cock which
landed with a messy wet sound on his thigh.

My puny 4' cpck picked this time to begin to shoot it's own viscous cum
all over my hand and the front of my shorts! My body was feeling pleasures
and pains it had never before expereinced, and it felt so good tears came to
my eyes, and I began to feel dizzy and confused. I felt as if I had been
struck by lightning, and my nervous system seem to be producing a pulse that
echoed though every cell of my frame deeply into my soul.

I was mortified! I had spied on my Dad, and then allowed my body to betray
me by showing my Father how much this scene had excited me. 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, and my Dad yelling
with a strage sound in his voice, "BLADE!!! Come Back!!".


To be continued.....

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