Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 17:24:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Mind your own Buisness <shadow_alchemic_reaction@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bonding Again-1

A/N: All standard disclaimers apply. If you?re not into crossgen incest
then I suggest you leave?now.

My dad is a real man's man. At forty his toned physique from playing
college football was still quite evident in his appearance. He stood at a
massive 6'8'' weighing about 315 pounds. Even though he had gained some
weight over the years, the extra pounds simply coated his muscles, giving
them even more bulge.

At the time I was 13 and lived in a nice suburban house with my mom and
dad. Anyone with eyes could easily see that my dad loved my mom with all of
his heart. They met some years ago at a regional consulting expo. After a
short courtship and torrid romance they were not only due to be married but
expecting a child. From what I hear, our first few years as a family were
amazingly perfect, filled with family portraits, and all the romanticism
that the American dream was made out of. As I grew older and began to need
more things in life, my parents began to work longer hours in order to
support our growing family. Not long after my parents began to drift apart,
as is common in these situations. For my well being though they toughed it
out until I was twelve.

One day my mother sat both of us down and explained that she was leaving to
pursue her dreams and that I could come with her eventually, but for now I
was to stay with my dad. I wasn't all that phased by my mother's
announcement. Mom and I were never all that close. Our relationship was
more of a business partnership. She taught me many in valuable lessons
about life, and for that I was grateful; but when it came to parenting she
was somewhat inept.

Dad on the other hand was right up there with the world's best
fathers. Most of my baby book was filled with pictures of dad and me
playing in the park, and taking baths. My personal favorite was one that
featured the two of us˙inside of an inflatable pool splashing around
naked. He held me in his arms pointing to a rubber duck while I looked on
with pure interest, in the direction of his outstretched hand.

Back to the story at hand; dad took mom's leaving very hard. After she
left, dad seemed to fall into a rut. A few days into his depression he
began to works crazy hours, and was never home. He claimed that he did it
for me so that I would never want for anything. For months he lived a
shadow life, only going through the motions, never really feeling
anything. Without any real attention from either of my parents I began to
lash out, and let my grades slip. My first year of junior high school was
dismal and it wasn't until the end of the school year that dad finally took
notice.

My teacher had called him after hearing a poem I wrote about
loneliness. She was shocked that I had so much depth˙within me, and called
my father to discuss my future with him. Later that day as I came home late
I found dad sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I closed the
front door and dropped my˙bag onto the floor. Dad's face shot up at my
entrance. He'd clearly been crying for some time.

"Trent," He began slowly "Come here"

I sauntered over to him eager to get this over with; the fool had a
breakdown, oh well.

"What do you want man?" I sneered coldly "I have things to do"

"Trent--" he whispered "I'm so sorry"

When I heard his voice all of my cynicism swirling in my head suddenly
melting away.

"I'm sorry I let all of this happen to our family" he continued.

My stare softened at him and I watched as he slowly broke down into halting
tears. All the rage and resentment I had felt against hem for those months
was all suddenly washed away.

"I should have tried harder" he sniffled with his head bowed "Please
forgive me"

In the months since mom had left dad and I had grown apart immensely, we
hadn't talked like this in a while. I continued to gaze at him until I
realized that light specks of moisture were dropping onto his slacks. I
padded over to him and sat on the couch wrapping my arms around as much of
him as possible. His body shook with his stifled sobs and I tried my best
to console him.

"Dad it's not your fault" I began "It's not"

His head rose up, and his tear drenched green eyes locked onto my brown
ones.

"Don't blame yourself big guy." I cooed "I'm fine, we'll be alright"

A small smile crept across his face, and he sniffled slightly. He
outstretched his arms and brought me to him in a tight embrace.

"I love you so much" He said softly into my neck.

"I love you too big guy" I replied, tears of my own forming in my eyes.

Dad and I sat there, clutching to each other, reconnecting on a level that
we hadn't touched in years. I pulled back slightly and looked into his
eyes. Within them I saw a glint of hope and happiness that previously,
hadn't been there. The warmth that spread through me caused me to smile and
dad returned it. His smile illuminated his features, and for a split second
I felt my heart flutter.

Dad began to go in for another hug but something in me wanted more. I
shifted my body slightly, and placed my mouth onto his, giving him a soft
peck. Shocked at my own actions I froze in place, fearful that I'd pushed
the limit. I breathed through my nose waiting for his reaction until
suddenly, I felt his lips open. His tongue snaked out and parted my lips,
running along my teeth. His hands squeezed my back, urging me to respond. I
relented and let his tongue brush mine. All of my taste buds quivered with
the pulsing sensations jetting through my body. It felt like all of the
nerves in my body were exploding with excitement as I sucked his tongue
further into my mouth. His mouth was soft and hot, while his tongue was
stiff and strong. I outstretched my tongue and he greedily sucked it into
his moist crevice.

I felt my boxers grow tight and damp, my erection growing to attention. Dad
began to slowly pull back. Still reeling from the kiss, I sat there eyes
closed. He tapped my nose and cupped my face. My eyes fluttered open and I
smiled shyly and blushed a bit.

"Thank you Trent" Dad said tenderly. "I love you"

"I Love you too dad" I whispered.

That night dad and I slept together in our living room, atop a pallet of
blankets and pillows. I woke up at about 3 in the morning. Dad lay behind
me spooning my frame. His hulking left arm rested across my chest. Dad's
legs lay intertwined with mine, his furry calves scratching my smooth
ones. Shifting a bit I realized that I had to pee. Badly. Dad's soft, even
breath on my neck confirmed his deep sleep, and I attempted to pull my body
away from his. As soon ad I pulled my torso away from him his body
tightened and pulled me deeper into him, his chest now firmly pinned to my
back. His mouth came to rest on the back of my neck, a bit of drool
slicking it.

"...Dad?" I whispered tentatively. "You up big guy?"

A low grumble came from his barrel chest and he shifted slightly, bringing
his crotch up against my ass. My need to use the bathroom vanished almost
instantly. Through my cotton boxers I could feel Dad's soft dick resting on
me. Fear and excitement rush through my simultaneously, my heart raced as
Dad's chest continued to rise and fall rhythmically. Curious, pushed my ass
back a bit, testing his penis' firmness. It gave easily, but soon
re-inflated to its flaccid state. I waited for him to stir, but he never
did. Emboldened I pressed back against him, with more force this time,
wiggling my ass slightly. To my surprise, his cock began to rise up and
push against my prodding. My own cock previously hard had begun to leak and
was now leaving a large wet spot against my shorts. A soft groan passed
Dad's lips and I froze. Time seemed to stand still and I was sure that he'd
awakened. Dad's hips suddenly pushed forward into my ass and I remained
still.

"Sheryl..." He mumbled lazily.

My tension soon ebbed, he was dreaming about my Mom. A pang of jealousy
protruded from my relief. Why the hell was he thinking about her? Dad's
hand slid down my chest, grabbing my peck tightly. A groan passed my
lips. He pushed his now fully erect cock in between my legs and a sharp
moan escaped him. I was positive that he was awake now, so I snapped my
eyes shut and tried to breathe as normally as possible.

~

I awoke suddenly from a dream about my ex. I found my hand clenching Trey's
pec tightly and I released it, fearing I had woken him up. Even more
surprising to me I realized that my erect cock was inserted between his
thighs. Shit! His soft breathing led to believe that he was still asleep,
thank God. Slowly I reached around and felt my cock head nudging his ball
sac softly. A large wet spot had spread down his testes and a grin across
my face. Our kiss from a couple hours ago flashed through my mind and a
devilish thought surged though me. I placed my free hand on Trey's hip and
began to thrust gently, each time his balls would bounce on my cock head
making me grunt. Trey's breathing was noticeable picking up and I realized
that my plan was working. I bent my head over to his ear and licked it.

"Shh," I whispered. "Let Daddy finish"

I took my hand from his hip and placed it inside his straining boxers and
grasped his throbbing member tightly. A groan burst from him, and I began
to push faster. My hand chocked his enlarged dick as his hot precum flowed
over my hand.

"Dad..." he whimpered feebly.

"Shh" I repeated.

My hand pulled his erect cock from it's confines and continued to piston it
up and down. I pulled my own throbbing man meat from between his legs and
licked his neck. I took my hand from his cock temporarily and used it to
pull the back of his shorts down. I shoved my cock between his ass, and
moaned forcefully. In the warm apartment, his ass had sweated profusely,
making it soft, warm and wet. I re-grasped his dick and jack him furiously.

~

My head was spinning. Dad's labored breathing behind he sending shivers
down my back, adding to the intense pleasure his hand was causing my
cock. I knew I was close to cumming and I wanted him to know. I pushed my
ass back on his, feeling his meat slide between my buns pushed my closer to
the edge.

"About...to..c-cum" I groaned.

I felt him nod behind me. And his jacking sped up even more, and he milked
me for all I had. I felt his cock throb once, followed by a shot of warm
cream that caused him to moan. My own orgasm trailed his, and I exploded in
his hand, my whole body shuddering .

We lay there gasping and shaking for what seemed like hours until we both
returned to normal.

"Dad?"

"Yeah Trey?" he replied.

"You're cool with this right?"

A chuckle emanated from him. "You know I am."

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