Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 13:39:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chesty St. Clair <biscuitsthedog@yahoo.com>
Subject: Confessions of a Teenage Slut - Part 2

This story is a fantasy about underage kid involved in an incestuous
relationship between him, his father, his uncle and his brother.  He
frequently has sex with other boys and numerous men.  If you are offended
by gay male incest or inter-generational sex, do not read this story.

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Confessions of a Teenage Slut part 2 - DAD

Over my years, I have met more than a couple of men who's first experiences
sexually have been with their dad.  Of the people I know, the ones that
have had the best experiences agree there was certain crush on their dad
that was allowed to blossom without shame.  I was no different.  I was head
over heals for dad long before I knew what it was.  To me, he was the
ultimate man, from his hairy good looks, to his confidence, and to his
incredible fearlessness.  I always looked up to dad, as he was fearless
moving here, fearless in raising us, and later fearless that what we were
doing was right. He never made me feel ashamed for my strong sexual drive
and wants/needs.  Dad and my brother, had what I could best describe as a
"frat boy" bond. They almost looked like brothers themselves.  They watched
sports together, and when it came to fucking, had no problem "tapping" each
other in on the fuck. With myself, I had dad's insatiable sexual appetite.
During my teen years, dad and I had sex a lot.  We'd fuck whenever the mood
would hit us, be it on the family room floor, my brother's bed after my
brother just got done laying me, or in the back of the car at a rest stop
on a road trip.  My dad loved having sex.

But back to the beginning, I was always jealous of my mom in a certain way
when they were together, as she got to take care of his needs.  I wasn't
even sure what those "needs" were as my brother described it.  Dad wasn't
shy sexually, even then.  They weren't loud, but you could tell dad didn't
hold back just because the boys were home.  The bed would rumble and
bounce, muffled moans, groans and grunts could be heard.  Dad would emerge
after with a relaxed attitude.  My brother and I would giggle.  I knew they
were doing something in the bedroom, where his needs were being met.
Towards the end of the marriage, those times were less and less.  As I
gained more and more knowledge about sex, I wonder if I could take care of
dad's "needs".

After mom left, dad seemed distant, but never took it out on my brother and
I.  If I asked he was ok, he was ok, as he had us.  He always had time for
us, and worked hard to make sure we had everything would could ever want
our need.  All this just made me want dad all the more.  When we started
being "nudists", dad never made me feel ashamed about my long glances at
his body.  I would get intense hard-ons with him, and he would laugh and
tell me it was natural and that I was going to be a healthy young man.  I
always felt free to ask dad anything I wanted, including his penis.  I
remember watching the game with him.  We were both relaxed and his dick got
rock hard, one of those hard-ons that just wouldn't quit.  Dad smiled,
said, see, you are not the only one that gets hard all time.  I of coursed
asked him if he thought I would get as big as him, and as hairy as him.  He
assured me I would.  I asked him about how sex works, as I knew his penis
had something to do with it and in the back of my mind, I wanted to
eventually be the one dad came to with his "needs".

He laughed and said that it was natural to be curious about sex, as I was
soon to be hitting puberty, and would become more and more like Anthony. He
told me that his erect penis means that he is ready for sex if he so
chooses.  I remember I asked if only a woman could provide him with sex,
and he explained that sex could be by oneself, masturbation, or be with
another man or woman.  He explained to me that it was how teenagers and
adults had fun.  I was ecstatic.  Dad just said that two men could have
sex, and to me my thoughts were, how was I going end up being the one.
Dad's hairy thick cock was drooling by this time in his explanation.  He
could see I was fascinated by it.  He told me that was his pre-cum.  All I
could think about was, I wonder if I could taste it.  It didn't gross me
out that it was coming from his penis, it did the opposite.  It made me
hungry.  A hunger I couldn't understand just yet.  Dad grabbed his hard on,
and snapped it back to his belly, laughing at his rigidity.  Before
anything else happened, Anthony came home, which caused dad to snap back
into what was happening.  Anthony stripped at his walked in, grabbed a coke
out of the fridge, and ask dad who was winning the game.

Anthony's eyes almost popped out of his head, when he finally saw dad at
full mast, looked at me, to which all I could do was smile.  It was then
dad told us how he thought it would be good if Anthony and I shared a
bedroom. He told us that he wanted to make sure that my brother and I had a
close relationship, like him and Richard did.  Neither my brother nor I
thought that in reality, dad was setting us up to make sure that my brother
and I would start exploring with each other.  He wanted to make sure that
Anthony and I would become lovers.  Later, as Anthony and I's sexual
relationship developed, he was always encouraging it.  He would always tell
us that he rather have to sons that made love, than fought. (Plus I found
out later, he was giving Anthony advice on the side about having sex with
me.) Like most brothers that have sex, Anthony and I started jerking each
other and he showed me how to jerk him off, as I was drying cumming at this
time.  Each time I clasped my brother's cock in my hand, run my fingers
through his freshly growing pubes, or cup my brother's newly sperm
producing balls, I would think of dad.  How fun it would be to jerk off dad
as he laid back.  Hear him moan, make him smile.

I will continue about my brother in the next chapter, but with dad, it was
definitely my brother and I's explorations, which lead to me to have the
courage to jerk off my dad in the shower that day.  And since dad worked
construction, and was gone at 6am most weekday mornings, weekends was my
time with dad.  I jerked off dad in the shower, every weekend in the shower
for good couple of months.  There would be times my boy hand would slowly
stroke him, as I wanted to see how hard I could get him, and play with his
huge hairy balls.  Other times, I would just stroke his cock fast, and
really work that dick into a frenzied explosion.  Each time, the result was
the same, that smile that I lived for, the sign of relief, and after dad
saying what a good son I was.

After a couple of months, if I was sitting next to dad watching TV and my
brother wasn't home, my hands would slowly move towards is cock. While he
would let me stroke his cock, run my fingers through his thick pubes, and
play with his big hairy balls, he would wrap his bear arms around me.
Sometimes I would do my best to position myself, so I could smell his pit,
and if it rubbed his scent on me, all the better.  Usually I would play
with his thick cock until he would be, for lack of a better term, achingly
hard.  He would get to that point with a steady stream of precum, sweat and
man stink building around his dick and balls, which I would do my best to
get on me, so I could keep smelling him.  Then he would finally take over,
grabbing his dick some times over my hand, or ask me to play with is balls,
and he would stroke until he would shoot a huge load.  I would usually rub
my hairless hard dick against my dad's hairy thigh while it was happening
and usually crescendo into a dry cum, making feel even closer to
dad. After, he would pull me tight and I would usually get his sweat on me
that I loved.  I loved how good my dad smelled after he would cum.  Mix of
clean and the man stink of a hardworking man.

Things started to accelerate after that.  Little did I know, but dad told
my brother, it was time for me to learn about sucking dick.  My brother,
being a horny teen, was more than happy to oblige.  My brother was letting
me jerk off him most nights, so I saw him shoot many times.  While not as
thrilling as jerking off Dad, I loved my brother just as much, and it was
fun to make him feel good.  Plus even at his age, he was getting a nice
adult sized hairy dick.  Finally one night Anthony asked if I knew what a
blowjob was, I kind of did, but wasn't sure.  He explained that it as
putting a dick in your mouth and making it cum, just like with your hand.
I was sneaking tastes of cum, as I was hooked, as I would get some on my
hand or finger and lick it off.  So the thought of me getting it straight
from the tap, was heaven to me.  My brother plunged his dick in my mouth
the first time and lasted all of maybe a minute before he pumped his nut
down my throat.  I knew in that moment, this was something I needed to do
to dad.  I had to suck dad's dick, and I wanted to give him the best
"blowjob" I could, so I sucked the fuck out of my brother's dick every
chance I got.  I blew him 3 times that first night alone, I wanted to make
sure I knew what made my brother toes' curl so speak, as when Saturday got
here, when I heard dad get in that shower, I was going to suck his cock.

So Saturday arrived, the first thing I did was blow my brother. I sucked
the hell out of my brother's dick. He popped his nut hard and spray a
gusher down my thirsty throat.  I knew I was ready.  Dad's shower went on,
and with a full erection, I went down the hall and jumped in the shower.
Dad smiled, because, as soon as he saw me, he knew he was going to cum.
His dick was at half mast.  He hands me the soap, and I just get on my
knees, saying I have to show you what Anthony showed me.  Then I plunged
his fat juicy hairy cock in my mouth.  My face buried in his pubes, right
where I wanted to be.  My dad gasped as it was happening, exclaiming, oh
shitttttt.  All I could think of was this might be your only chance, suck
his cock, suck it.  I sucked his cock with a frenzy and a fury.  I was
afraid he would pull his cock out of my mouth or tell me no, but it was
something I craved with a little understood deep hunger.  My little hand
stroked his cock, while his cock head stretched my mouth, pouring the
sweetest tasting precum down my throat.  My tongue darted all over the part
of his cock that was in mouth, savoring his taste, and not wanting to miss
a flavor.  Dad's dick just kept swelling, his grunts and groans were high
pitched, I knew he was about to cum.  I was in heaven, and if it couldn't
get any better, dad started letting go of his seed.  I almost choked on how
my cum my dad was spraying down my throat.  He screamed FUCKKKKK, as he
pushed the back of my head as far as it would go.  Swallow my cum son he
continued as the 3rd and 4th streams of jizz volleyed down my throat.  As
dad balls started to descend, and the heat of the moment started to
subside, dad almost fell from the intensity.  All he kept telling me how
good I was, how good he felt, how incredible I was.  When dad's dick
finally popped out of my mouth, I felt like a pacifier had been removed, I
quickly tried putting it back in my mouth, dad pushed me off, tell me he
was sensitive from cumming.  He pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply.
He told me no one had ever given him a blow job that good.  I was so proud.
Dad then pulled me close to him, and started soaping my body.  My body was
on fire, everywhere dad's big paws went on my body, sent electricity
through my system.  My dick, hard as a rock, dad grabbed it and stroked me
to a dry orgasm.  I shook and moaned in dad's arms, feeling his fur against
me, and his still half mast dripping cock pressed against me.  Once we were
done, dad and I laughed, giggled and kissed as we finished our shower.
After, dad and I went to the living room, still in the after glow.  I
caught dad winking at my brother, not realizing that this was something
that they had planned.

After giving dad that first blow job, it quickly became my new obsession.
That Saturday alone, I sucked my brother's dick while dad watched and
sucked dad's dick while my brother watched, plus sucked their dicks
individually that night before bed.  It didn't take long before I was
blowing dad daily.  To me, his dick, balls and seed was a gift he gave me.
It was also a way for me to show appreciation to the hard work dad did.
All through my teen years, even after dad and I began fucking, I sucked
dad's dick after he got off work.  I loved having my face planted between
his sweaty legs, inhaling his scent.  He showed me how to deep throat a big
fat dick like his, and was happy to show off my cock sucking talents to
others.  Every time someone say to dad, damn your son really can suck a
dick, he would beam with pride.  He sure can he would say, he sure can.