Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 23:10:17 +0000
From: taughtbydad@comcast.net
Subject: Business Trip with Dad - Part 4 - Gay/Incest

The following is the continuation of a true account of the first sexual
encounter between a father and son that happened in March of 1982.  I've
intentionally tried to capture all the words and feelings as they really
happened for me and my Dad -- which is a lot harder than you might think.
I've received more than 100 e-mails on each of the three preceding chapters
and have been truly amazed and grateful for the words of support as well as
the fantasies and real life incest experiences shared by Nifty readers.
There is more to tell in this story and I hope you will continue to read
the postings as I finish them.  It's been wonderful to share this and I
look forward to your thoughts as they're posted.

Business Trip with Dad -- Chapter 4
An Unexpected Lesson

Dad stood up and extended a hand to help me up.  Still a little weak in the
knees, we put our arms around each other -- mine at his waist and his
around my shoulders -- and walked in silence to the bathroom while two
contented cocks swung between our legs.

"You okay?"  Dad said as we stepped onto the cold tile floor.

"Yeah, okay." I replied.

"You sure?" taking his arm from my shoulders and turning towards me.

"Yeah."

"Okay.  Just wanted to make sure."

Walking to the toilet, he lifted the lid and with a slight grunt started
pissing.  I felt a little guilty watching him but I couldn't resist -- I
couldn't remember ever seeing him do this in front of me and there was
something intimate and erotic about the whole scene.  My old man had a sexy
body, nice legs, a meaty ass dusted with dark hair, and broad shoulders.
When the stream slackened and finally stopped, he shook the last few drops
and turned his head, still seeing me standing by the sink.  His gaze
traveled down my body, taking in my own nakedness, and he smiled to himself
with a slight shake of the head.

"You need to...?" he asked, nodding his head at the toilet.

"No, not right now."

He flushed the toilet and turned towards me.

My Dad turned around, crossed his arms over his chest and gave me that
serious look that always preceded one of those fatherly lectures I'd get
for breaking curfew in high school or doing something stupid.  "All right.
Let's talk.  There's couple of things I want to say and a couple of things
I want to know."

"Okay," I gulped, already feeling like a guilty 10-year old, dreading what
was coming.

"First.  What just happened.  That's between you and me.  Nobody else.  Got
it?"

"Yes."

"I'm serious.  It would kill your Mom if she ever knew.  And whatever else
happens, if anything happens, that's for us and just us.  Agreed?"

"Yeah, Dad.  I know."

"Uh-huh.  Good.  How long?"

"How long what?"

"Since you... um... you and me... you know", moving one hand up and down in
the universal sign of jacking-off.

"I don't know.  I guess... 12... 13?", I said, somewhat ashamed to admit it
but given the circumstances, and the fact we were both standing there stark
naked, I didn't think he'd mind.

"Okay.  Never would have guessed, though.  You never seemed or acted... at
least not that I picked up on.  I probably shouldn't ask and you don't have
to tell me if you don't want but... when did you start?"

"Start what?  Jacking off?" I said, not following him at all.

"No.  Start with other guys.  Your first time.  Since when?  College?" he
replied, smiling a little at my answer.

"Oh.  Um... well... Today, I guess."

"Hunh?" he looked confused for a second and then it dawned on him what I
was saying.  "You mean... you've never... you've never done that before? ",
his eyes opened wide in disbelief as I shook my head.  "I'll be damned.
I'll be goddamned!" he whispered and then, unbelievably, leaned his head
back and laughed.

"What's so damn funny?" I said, starting to get a little pissed off at his
reaction.  "Was I that bad?"

"Oh, no... no, Dave... I'm sorry... I'm not... I mean", he said, still
chuckling, as he stepped towards me, putting his hands on my shoulder.
"I'm not laughing at you at all.  Damn.  You were great.  Better than
great.  It's just... I'd never have guessed that was your first time."

"Hey, thanks for the compliment!" I said sarcastically, a little bit
mollified.

"I mean it.  You're a natural... just like your old man, I guess.  Christ,
you had me on the edge in the first minute.  And when you gulped it
down... I just assumed.  Not exactly what most fathers would say about
their sons but I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree" he
smiled.  "So, what did you think?  Was it what you expected?"

"Well... it was a lot easier than I thought it would be."

"Uh-huh.  What else?"

"I think you sure shoot a lot."

"Look who's talking!  I thought you were going to drown me," he grinned.
"You always cum like that?"  I nodded.

"Me, too.  Especially when I'm really turned on.  You must take after me in
that department, too.  What else?"

"I think I need some more practice," I said with a sly smile.  "Don't you?"

Dad's face lit up and he laughed again, "I don't know.  That was pretty
damn good for a first-timer.  Maybe we could both better do with a little
more `practice', if you want.  I know I'd like to brush up a little.  You
didn't give me much chance to work on my `technique', you know.  A little
fast on the trigger, huh?"

Hearing that, I realized immediately what he was saying.  Dad was making it
clear that what had just happened wasn't going to be a one time thing.  My
dick immediately responded, thickening, rising up fast.  Feeling something
bumping against the inside of his hip, he looked down to discover my erect
cock straining towards him.  "Oh... What have we here?  I guess I'll get my
chance sooner than I thought" he murmured as he dropped a hand down and
wrapped it around my prick, stroking it.

My legs almost gave out as he jacked me with his hot hand.  Then it was my
turn to feel something thick pressing against my thigh.  I glanced down
between our bodies, seeing his heavy cock rapidly filling with blood until
it was again arching toward me.

"Hmmm, looks like I'm going to be practicing again, too."  I teased him in
a mock-serious tone, staring into his dark eyes, watching his face grimace
and his mouth fall open as I reached down running my fingers the length of
the stiffening rod swinging between his legs.

"Fuck.  I can't believe I'm this hard again, this fast," he growled.  That
gave me a secret thrill, knowing I could excite him.

"You've got a great body, you know that?" he murmured huskily, still
stroking me with one hand while he reached over and rubbed my chest.  "All
grown up now.  Damn, you're getting as furry as I am."

"Yeah, I know."

"Nice cock, too," he grinned.

"You, too, Dad", I breathed.  "I wish I was as big as you."

"C'mere.  Let's see", he said, moving closer, pressing our cocks together,
the heads bumping against each other.  "Hmmm... gotta a little bit on you,
I guess.  They do look a lot alike, though," he said, wrapping his fist
around them both, pulling up and down slowly.

He pumped us for a few more strokes and I groaned when his thumb rubbed
around and around the sensitive spot just under the crown of my cockhead.
He squeezed the head and a glob of lube slipped out of my slit.  Feeling
the slickness, he snorted.  "You sure drip like your old man" and then
surprised me by bringing his fingers to his lips.  His tongue snaked out
and licked off the fluid he'd collected.  "Hmmmm... Taste like me, too."

 "Oh, yeah?  Let me see."  Sure enough, the head was greasy with pre-cum,
his excitement as high as my own.  I smeared the slippery liquid on my
thumb and brought it to my mouth, licking off the sweetness with my
tongue. "Yep, seems familiar."

I reached down again, my own fingers curling around our side-by-side dicks,
joining my Dad in stroking them together,

"Ahhhh.  This is nice.  You know...  There are other things I could teach
you... show you... if you want".  He whispered his voice raspy.  "Do you
want to learn, David?  You want to learn from your old man?" 

I looked him square in the eye.  "Yeah, Dad.  I do.  Everything."

His eyes widened slightly and he took a sharp intake of breath.
"Everything?" he asked with a trace of a smile.

I nodded.

Dad took his hand from our cocks, gripping me at the waist and stepping
closer until we were nose to nose, eye to eye, our pricks sliding tight
against each other in my fist.  He moved his hands around until his fingers
were at the base of my spine.

"Hmmmm.  That's a pretty tall order.  Are you sure you want to learn
`everything'?"  As he said this, his voice low and seductive, his hands
moved lower until my cheeks were held tight in his hands and the tips of
his fingers were sliding closer and deeper into the crack, tantalizingly
near to that hidden spot deep in the cleft.

Our eyes were locked together when I met his challenge.  "Whatever you want
to teach me, Dad", I whispered, tilting my head slightly and running my
tongue along his full lower lip as I squeezed our erections together.

We both reached our targets at the same time.  As my tongue pushed into his
mouth, Dad's finger found my hole and pressed inward, slipping inside me
easily, almost too easily.  He pushed in deeper than he had before when
he'd made me cum and I gasped in surprise.  His tongue drove into my mouth,
hard and needy, and ground his finger forcefully into me.  He pulled my
body tighter to him grinding his hips, humping our trapped cocks between
us.  I released our dicks and grabbed for his waist, then his fleshy ass,
clinging to him as he ravished my mouth and rectum with tongue and finger.
We were both panting, our chests heaving as cocks slid back and forth
against each other and our mouths chewed and bit.

Dad arched his head back and I attacked his neck with my mouth, biting at
his skin, feeling the roughness of his whiskers beneath my tongue.  "Oh,
babe...  You like this?  You like this lesson?" he hissed out, turning his
head beneath my lapping tongue as his finger burrowed inside me.

"Oh, yeah...  Fuck, Dad... So good... feels so good...," I grunted against
his throat.

"Yeah... I know... I know."  He turned his head back down, seeking my lips
with his.  Our tongues slid sloppily against each other as he continued to
play with my hole.  Then it slid out, leaving me feeling empty.  "Hang on a
sec..." he said, breaking the kiss and pulling away from me.  He looked
around, found what he was looking for, a small bottle of hair conditioner
the hotel had provided in his hand.

"Let's try something... Turn around, put your hands on the sink and spread
`em," he leered at me.  I turned, getting into position, placing my hands
against the countertop, spreading my legs apart as he opened the bottle of
conditioner, pouring some onto his hand before putting it on the sink next
to me.  He moved beside me, his hard cock pressing up against my hip, one
hand moving to my chest while the other moved back to my hole.  His now
slick finger circled my assring, then slowly but steadily slid inside.  I
groaned as it went even deeper, arching my back, feeling him probing inside
me.

His lips moved to my ear, nibbling at the earlobe and then whispered, "You
ever do this when you jerk off?"

I nodded.

"Me, too," he hissed seductively.  "I want to see you... Show me.  Show me
how you do it."

I reached back, found his hand, feeling it flexing and turning as he worked
my hole.  Our fingers struggled against each other and then I was there,
pushing into myself, stretching my sphincter, joining my father's
exploration of my constricted chute.  As I did, I groaned in excitement, my
cock surging and my balls tightening.

"Yeah, that's the way... Fuck, yeah... That's hot, babe", he murmured,
letting his hand slide down my chest to wrap his hand around my rod.  "What
do you think about when you play with your butt?  Hmmm?"

"Dad... I... uh," I stammered, my mind trying to function while my groin
and ass were rapidly going into overload.  We both already knew the answer.

He wasn't satisfied.  He wanted to hear it from me. "Tell me, son... tell
Daddy... go ahead."

I groaned "You... inside me...  fucking me."

"Oh, babe... you want that?  You want your old Dad to fuck this pretty ass
of yours?" he growled. "That's going to happen soon enough... I promise."
When he slid his finger from my clutching ass ring, I thought for a second
he was going to fuck me right then and there.  Instead, he surprised me by
whispering "Your turn.  Let's see what you've learned so far" and then
turned, bracing his hands against the sink next to me, legs spread.

His head turned towards me and I leaned in, kissing him deep, as I reached
for the conditioner, slicking up my fingers.  I rested my left hand at the
center of his back, then started my journey down.  I paused for a moment,
caressing the tangle of hair at the base of his spine, and then let my
fingers travel down.  My fingers slid along the dense hair in his furrow,
lower and lower until I was deep into his trench.  I felt the wrinkly skin
surrounding the opening and then the hole itself.  I hesitated for a
moment, unsure how far to go.  Dad shifted his weight and spread his legs
wider.  "Do me... go ahead... it's okay," he mumbled against my mouth.
Perhaps sensing my uncertainty, or maybe just from his own need, my father
moved again, pushing his hips back just as my finger broke in, sliding
smoothly and easily into his anus.

Dad broke our kiss for a split-second, his tongue sliding from inside my
mouth, just long enough to gasp out a lusty "Oh, fuck...Yes"!"  One large
hand moved away from the sink to grab my hand behind his back.  Our fingers
intertwined and then two pressed forward -- one of his and one of mine --
probing against the slight resistance, pushing urgently to get inside.  He
gave a guttural moan of agonized delight against my mouth as his ring was
breached, penetrated at the same time by his own hand and the hand of his
son.  Together we dug deeper into the hot, moist heat of his most private
place as he groaned and grunted around our thrashing tongues.

"Uh-huh... yeah, son... That's the way... Nice and deep... Oh, fuck that
feels so good... Work my hairy ass!" he cried, as together we finger-fucked
him.

Suddenly, Dad rose up, wrenching his body away from me, our hands pulled
roughly from his ass.  Then he was lying down, stretched out on the floor,
pulling at my hips.  I knew without thinking what was happening and I
scrambled into position.  As my cock was engulfed in his mouth, I bent
forward, taking his into my own.  Our legs spread in invitation, giving the
access we both needed, and then fingers were driven home, thrusting and
squirming, further hardening pricks already starting the tell-tale throb of
impending orgasm.

We'd found the perfect rhythm -- as our hips pushed forward, fingers slid
to the openings of hot wet holes, cocks went deep into hot wet throats.
Then back, chutes eager for penetration, cocks dragging along lapping
tongues.  Slowly, the tempo increased until we were thrusting back and
forth, our bodies trembling with excitement.  The lewd slap of skin, the
animal noises from our throats, echoed in the tight space.  We sucked
greedily, urgently.  And then, acting as one, we pulled out and then
slammed back in with two fingers, both of us howling in pain and ecstasy
from mouths stuffed full of cock.  That was the trigger we both needed.

Two overworked cocks erupted within seconds of each other, each sending
forth a geyser of sperm into gulping mouths as our bodies shook in the
throes of intense pleasure.  The thick liquid splashed on slurping tongues,
our chests heaving, as balls tightened and sent forth gush after gush of
cum in long, hefty arcs.  Assrings clamped down on our still drilling
fingers, our muscles quivering as we groaned and thrashed against each
other.  Again and again, our throbbing pricks spewed, spraying sperm wildly
-- son-cum filling the mouth of my father, dad-cream splattering my throat.

Just as the last shot was delivered, Dad quickly sat up, grabbing at my
shoulders, pulling me away from his crotch.  He leaned forward, his mouth
searching for my own, and then our tongues were slashing at each other, cum
spilling from one to another, two generations of seed combining into one
glorious mixture of family spunk. Our bodies were still shuddering from the
intensity of what we'd done, what we were doing now.  We swallowed, kissed
more, lapping, both of us groaning at the sinful intimacy of sharing and
tasting our own semen intermingled with the others.

When the last drop had been licked up, traded, and swallowed, we rested
against each other, panting, breathing slowly returning to normal.  Dad was
the first to speak.

"Amazing.  Fucking amazing"

"Yeah, it was."

"We're going to have to do that again."

"You bet, Dad."

He reached forward, brushing a strand of hair away from my forehead.
"Gotta tell you something, Dave".

"What's that, Pop?

"Next time we do this... it better be in a bed... my back is killing me!"
he said, arching his back.

"Yeah?  Well my ass is on fire," I retorted, laughing with him.

"I'll say.  I guess we both have "hot asses" right now," he grinned.

Without warning, we both burst out laughing crazily, tears coming to our
eyes, rolling around and hugging each other, elbows poking, legs kicking,
howling, giggling, gasping.  After the intensity of the sex between us, the
admission of our lust for one another, the sheer joy and absurdity of the
situation came bubbling out.

Gradually, the laughter stopped, leaving us both winded and panting,
collapsed next to each other on a hotel bathroom floor.  For a few minutes,
we lay there in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts, still in
somewhat of a daze as to what was happening to us.  In less than a day,
years of waiting and wondering had been wiped away.  We'd jacked our cocks
together.  We'd sucked each other off twice.  We'd explored each other's
asses.

So much had already happened.  But there was more to come.  My father knew
I wanted to be fucked, knew I'd wanted it to be his prick to be the one
doing the fucking.  And he'd promised to make that happen.