Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 04:18:28 EDT
From: CobbleHillGuy@aol.com
Subject: Crossing the Line chapter 1

Crossing The Line: Chapter One
by CobbleHillGuy

(This fictional story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a father
and his teenage son. That's incest, plain and simple--but these guys aren't
real, so they don't much care. Still, if you're under 18, offended by such
subject matter, or if reading this sorta thing is illegal where you live,
click the little "x," back away from your computer, and go watch some MTV.)


Dan Russell was a man on a mission. He had taken a week off from his job as a
sales rep for a trade magazine and decided not to vacation in Florida or even
lounge around in the backyard pool. Dan was determined to get the house into
tip-top shape; to clean up what was fast becoming a pigsty and do some
long-needed repairs. He'd been living in the two-story house with only his
son Josh for company. His wife Sheila had abandoned the family more than a
year ago, and it was up to Dan to be both father and mother to his two boys.
The oldest, Ryan, was away at college, but Josh was still finishing up high
school.

At 17, Josh was like a miniature version of his dad. Lean and blond, with his
father's good looks and piercing blue eyes, Josh lacked his dad's muscular
build and thick coating of light blond body hair, but the resemblance to Dan
was remarkable. His body was smooth--almost hairless, aside from his pubic
hair--but he was on his way to getting himself a nice build. Josh swam every
chance he got and had recently taken to using his Dan's weights in the
basement. Dan enjoyed watching his son try to improve his physique, and would
often give him pointers or occasionally spot him.

The two had gotten along just fine living together. When Sheila had lived
there the house was a war-zone, but now that she'd left and taken her tension
with her, the two men got along as buddies rather than as father and son.
They respected each other's space, understood each other's quirks, and
handled their chores without argument. Actually, both of the Russells had a
tendency to be a bit sloppy, but Josh was more than willing to pitch in to
help his dad clean house. There was a reason for this sudden tidiness,
naturally. Ryan was coming home for a visit at the end of the week. It would
be the first time that Dan's oldest son would be returning to a home without
a mother, as Sheila took off the day after Ryan left for college. Both Dan
and Josh wanted to make sure everything was just right.

It was about two in the afternoon when Dan put the finishing touches on
scrubbing the bathroom clean. Earlier, he had assigned Josh the task of doing
several loads of laundry, and he assumed that the chore was done by now. They
were making good progress, and if they kept it up, Dan could enjoy the back
end of the week in relaxation before Ryan's arrival on Saturday. After
putting away the scrubbing brush and rinsing some Ajax off his hands, he
headed down to the basement. "Hey, kiddo, how about some lun--" There was
nobody down there. Stacks of folded laundry were piled neatly on the pool
table just beyond the laundry area, but Josh was nowhere to be seen.

Assuming that his son was lounging in his room, Dan trotted back up the
stairs, deciding on the way up that he was going to take a shower before
having lunch. He passed the bathroom, then his own door, before reaching
Josh's at the end of the hall. He had just peeled off his sweaty T-shirt as
he opened the door to his son's room and said, "Nice job, buddy, you--"

"DAD!!" Josh screamed, as he quickly pulled his shorts up over his naked
crotch and erect dick.

"Oh, Jesus--I'm sorry!" Dan said, as he turned away. He'd certainly gotten
an eyeful, but didn't quite know what to do at the moment. Facing the hall,
but still standing in the doorway, he said, "I'm really sorry--I should've
knocked. I don't know what the hell I was thinking." What he was thinking
right now was that he'd just seen his 17-year-old son's hard cock.

"Jeez, me either, Dad," Josh said, "You can turn around now."

Dan did, and he found Josh sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless and
barefoot, with a pillow covering his midsection. "I...um...I don't know what
to say. I only came in here to see if you wanted to get some lunch. I had no
idea you'd be...you know..." He made a small jacking off motion with his hand
and smiled shyly.

"Well, I HOPE you didn't know! I'd hate to think that my dad was a pervo!"
Josh smiled, and Dan knew this was going to be okay. The last thing he'd want
to do was traumatize his son.

"Okay, wiseass. Look, I'm gonna grab a shower. Do you want to go to
MacKenzie's in a little bit?" MacKenzie's was a local diner, and a favorite
of Josh's.

"Sure. How long?"

"I'm pretty hungry...guess we'll be good to go in about 15 minutes."

"Good--that'll give me enough time to finish. Now shut the door already, will
ya?"

Dan opened his mouth; about to make another joke, but then realized that he
was once again struck speechless, so he just shook his head with a grin and
closed the door behind him.

With his father gone, Josh relaxed in the knowledge that his privacy was
secure. He hadn't meant to beat off in the first place--his father had only
been cleaning the bathroom a few feet away, after all--but he really didn't
think he'd be interrupted, and he'd been sporting a major boner all day. He
didn't know why, but it had started at breakfast this morning. Josh had been
sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up a bowl of cereal, when his Dad
came padding into the kitchen wearing just a robe that came down to about
mid-thigh. Neither of the Russells were talkers in the morning, so after a
`good morning' nod, they each went about their business. As Dan busied
himself scrambling up some eggs, Josh found himself staring at his father.
Dan Russell was only 39 years old, but he looked at least ten years younger.
He was in fantastic shape, Josh thought, and it brightened his spirits to
know that if genes were any indication, he'd age well. He ran his eyes over
his father's broad shoulders, his narrow waist, and his firm butt.

 "What am I doing, looking at my dad's ASS?!?" he thought. But still his gaze
lingered.

Down he stared at this father's muscular legs...he had amazing calves,
probably from all the bike riding he did...and the fine hairs that covered
his legs and stopped at his sexy ankles.

"Sexy ANKLES?!?" Josh decided he'd had enough of this. "It must be that I
haven't woken up yet." He polished off the last of his breakfast and stood
up, suddenly realizing that he was tenting out his boxers with a huge
erection. At 17, Josh was already sporting an 8-incher. Sometimes he wondered
if it was going to keep growing even after the rest of his body had stopped.
"I'll have to tuck it in my sock," he joked with the guys at school.

With a clatter, he dumped his empty bowl into the sink. "Whoa sport, slow
down," Dan said.

"Gotta go to the bathroom," Josh lied, as he hurried back upstairs. The last
thing he needed his dad to see was the rod he was waving around in his
underwear. "For all the good it did," he thought now, in his room, as he
peeled away his cutoffs, down over his legs. With a kick they flew threw the
air and landed on his desk chair.

He picked up where he'd left off, realizing that his erection hadn't gone
down the whole time his father had been standing in the doorway. Hell, it had
barely gone down all DAY. When his dad was busy scrubbing the bathroom, and
with the laundry out of the way, Josh had had his first opportunity of the
day to jack off. Despite the brief interruption of just minutes before, he
was determined to see it through.

He wrapped his left fist around his meat and stroked it for all it was worth,
rubbing the head every so often as the precum collected there. Soon gobs of
it was just running down his cock, and the extra lube just turned Josh on
even more. Suddenly, it occurred to him that his father not only knew what he
was up to, but being in the shower, was naked right now...and might even be
doing the same thing. That single thought--the image of his father, whom he'd
never seen naked before, masturbating in the shower--was enough to send Josh
over the edge. Huge spurts of jizz shot from his nuts, spraying all over his
chest and stomach. He grunted--probably louder than he should have--shooting
a final spurt that hit him on the chin, and finally lay back, spent and
covered in cum.

Relieved, he reached over the side of his bed to grab the cum-towel he kept
there. Josh figured he'd wipe off and then take a quick rinse in the bathroom
before joining his father for lunch. As his fingers probed along the
underside of the bed, he remembered where the towel actually was--it was
folded, freshly washed, on the pool table downstairs. "Shit," he whispered,
looking around the room for something to wipe off with. He finally decided on
a pair of clean socks. "Desperate times..." he said, but then he found
himself struck by a somewhat crazy notion. Sticking his head out into the
hallway, he could hear his father turning off the shower. If this worked...

Josh Russell walked, naked, down the hall. His dick was still semi-hard, as
he was getting excited all over again, and cum was running down his chin and
over his chest and abs, pooling in his pubes. He could hear his dad whistling
in the bathroom, probably drying off or combing his hair. "Here goes
nothing," he thought.

Knocking on the door, Josh said, "Hey pop, hurry it up! Your son needs a
wash!"

"Okay, okay, take it easy," Dan opened the door and his mouth dropped open.
"Josh, what the hell?!?"

"I figured that you've already seen me beating off, so it wouldn't matter
much if you saw me AFTERWARDS." He edged past his towel-covered Dad and
turned on the shower. Dan looked at his son, completely befuddled as to how
to react. He knew this sort of behavior was inappropriate, but he also knew
that there was a certain logic to what Josh said. And the last thing he
wanted to do was make the kid uptight about his own body and sexuality. "I'll
only be a minute," Josh said, "I didn't think I'd make this much of a mess."

"Um...yeah...I guess not." Dan was stunned by his son's sudden openness. He
had no idea where it was coming from. He'd never been a prude around the
boys, but they'd never been casual about nudity in the house, and this new
exposure to Josh's masturbatory habits was more than a shock. He looked his
son up and down as he stepped in to the shower. His smooth white skin was
flawless, his dick was enormous, and as Josh turned away, Dan got a look at
his son's ass. The sight of those two round, smooth cheeks, with only the
slightest hint of hair running down his crack, suddenly started to give Dan
an erection. "This is BEYOND wrong," he thought to himself. Leaving Josh
alone, he went to his room to dress.

*   *   *

Thirty minutes later they were sitting across from each other in MacKenzie's,
wolfing down cheeseburgers. Dan was dressed in an olive green T-shirt, khaki
shorts and sneakers, and Josh sat comfortably in a white T-shirt, blue
running shorts and flip-flops. So far, they hadn't discussed what went on at
the house, but Dan knew it was something they needed to address. Dan started,
"Look, Josh, about what happened this afternoon..."

"Yeah?" Josh answered.

"I don't want to sound like a prick and start reprimanding you, but I really
don't think it's a good idea for you to--"

"What, be naked in front of you?"

"Well, not exactly. It's just that...while I want you to be proud of your
body, and I certainly want you to feel comfortable around me, there are
degrees...LIMITS...that I think you should observe."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I mean, YOU
were the one who walked in on me in the first place. My door was closed. I
figured you'd seen the worst of it already. Besides, it's just us guys. It's
not like Mom was still here, or even if Ryan were home."

"Yeah, I know. I should have knocked...I KNOW that."

"It's okay, Dad--I'm not pissed at you or anything. You just caught me by
surprise. I don't care that you saw me--and if I'd known that seeing me
naked was gonna freak you out, I'd have covered up before knocking on the
bathroom door."

Dan sighed, "You're a sharp kid, ya know that? I'm probably overreacting.
Heh--PROBABLY. Here I am, sweating bullets over how to deal with this and you
couldn't care less, huh?"

"Nope. Just watch out, or someday I might walk in on YOU!" Josh said with a
wink.

Dan felt a tingle in the pit of his stomach. Excitement? Hope? Desire? He
didn't know. Instead he just pointed a fry at his son and said, "Finish your
lunch," all the time wondering what was next. Wondering if he opened up more
than ONE door when he walked in on Josh beating off.

*   *   *

The rest of that afternoon and most of the next day passed without incident.
Dan and Josh straightened up the house from top to bottom, and they'd gotten
so much done that it would be smooth sailing till Ryan arrived in three days.
They would both have time on their hands till then. So that was why, on
Wednesday evening, Dan decided that he'd take in a movie. Although he'd
asked Josh if he wanted to come along, the boy had no interest in going to
see what he called "some artsy-fartsy flick." Josh opted to stay at home, and
Dan left, expecting to be home in a couple of hours.

With his father gone, Josh had free reign of the house and, like a lot of
guys his age, decided to spend it with his dick in his hand. This time,
knowing that he would be alone and could take care of things uninterrupted,
he thought he'd enjoy himself in the living room. Twenty minutes later, after
popping in a porno movie from his dad's not-so-secret stash in the hall
closet, Josh was completely naked and sitting on the couch, stroking off.
Watching the guys on-screen, as they got sucked off and then fucked a bunch
of big-titted women, his thoughts turned more and more often to his dad. He
wondered what Dan looked like naked...what he looked like hard. He wondered
what it would be like to taste his father...to get on his knees and--

"This is getting to be ridiculous," Dan said from behind his son. He had come
in the back way, through the kitchen, after parking his car in the garage.

"What the fuck?!?" Josh said. This time he had nothing to cover himself with,
so he just put his hand over his crotch, "You just LEFT!!"

"I know. The projector broke. And watch your mouth." This time Dan made no
move to turn away from his son. They were in too deep at this point, and both
of them, at least on some level, understood that.

"Sorry, Dad," Josh said, not sure if he should reach for the remote control,
get up and get dressed, or if his father would leave him alone.

"That's okay, kiddo. Once again, it's my fault," He gestured to the TV
screen. "I see you've helped yourself to one of my movies, huh?"

"Yeah. This one isn't bad--better than the stuff you usually bring home." The
teenager couldn't believe that he was talking to his father, naked and with a
hard-on. He wasn't masturbating anymore, and was sitting slightly forward,
resting his arms on his knees.

"I'm sorry--I didn't know I was running a library!" Dan said, as he kicked
off his sneakers.

Josh smiled, warily.

Dan took a deep breath before he spoke. "Look, don't let me stop you. I
shouldn't be here, so just pretend I'm still out. Do your thing. It's okay."
Josh couldn't believe what he was hearing and Dan couldn't believe what he
was saying. Still, the older man plopped himself down in the recliner beside
the couch and picked up the newspaper.

"Um...you want me to...ya know...?"

"Go ahead, son. You were right when you said it's just us guys. Hell, when I
was just a little younger than you I used to beat off with Scott. It's
okay--you can do whatever you want to as long as just the two of us are home
alone. Just do me a favor and try to avoid standing in the front window when
you're doing it."

"You and Uncle Scott?!" Josh said. He hadn't realized it, but his hand back
was on his cock and he was slowly stroking it up and down. Dan noticed,
however, glancing at his son's penis before quickly looking at him in the eye.

"Yeah--we didn't do it very often--just a few times, really. We shared a room
and all. You know...kid stuff."

"COOL." The younger Russell leaned back now, put his slender bare feet on the
coffee table, and let the movie play on. He looked over at Dan, who had gone
back to reading his newspaper, and decided to go for it. Spreading his legs,
Josh spit into his hand and started jacking himself off. Up and down, his
dick sliding in and out of his fist, he had no idea how long he'd be able to
last. Having his father in the room was a huge turn on. But as best he could
tell, Dan wasn't paying him any attention. He was engrossed in his paper,
only glancing up every so often to check out the movie.

Josh cleared his throat and said, "This movie's great, Dad."

Dan stared at the screen, "Yeah...it sure is."

"Ya know, if you wanna...like, join me or something...that'd be cool."

Now Dan did turn toward his son, "Thanks, buddy, but I don't think so. I'm
not ready for that kind of thing yet."

"Okay," Josh responded...taking note that his dad had said YET. "I'm gonna
finish off, then."

"Hey, I'm not here, remember?"

"Right!" But the fact of the matter was that his father WAS there...less than
four feet away. Was he hard right now from watching the movie? Was he hard
right now from watching HIM? That was all it took. He was going to put on a
little show for his dad.  Josh wrapped both hands around his dick and bucked
his hips up and down as if he were fucking the air. His big teen balls
bounced up and down and the room began to smell of sweat and sex.

He started to moan. It was enough for Dan to look over at him again...to
watch in amazement as his son now lifted his legs in the air as if he were get
ting fucked. Josh let one hand drift to his balls, rubbed them, and quickly
darted a finger up and down his crack. Then he took that same finger, put it
to his mouth and sucked on it.

Dan couldn't believe what he was seeing. Josh moaned some more as he took
that wet finger and again stuck it in his ass trench. Could it be? Was he
sticking his finger in his asshole? From where he was sitting, Dan couldn't
tell. It took every bit of stamina he could muster not to get up and move to
a better viewing position. Josh's free hand went back to his cock, as he put
both feet back on the floor and fucked his fists. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah,
yeah, FUCK YEAH!!" Josh shot what seemed like a gallon of cum all over
himself. The first volley hit him in the forehead, the second and third on
the lips and chin, followed by several more on his chest and belly. It was
all over his hand, too, and Dan watched in stunned silence as Josh lifted his
hand to his mouth and licked some of his sperm off.

"Uh...that was AMAZING." Dan said.

"Heh...thanks, pop!" He stood now and Dan let his eyes run freely over his
cum-covered son.

"You'd better clean yourself up, son," Dan said.

"Yep, gonna do that right now." There was a bit of jizz on his upper lip.
Josh licked it off and walked past his father, his dick still sticking
straight out. The movie continued to play, and once Dan heard the bathroom
door shut and the shower start up, he breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't
get over what had just happened. When he walked in and saw what Josh had been
doing, his first thought had been to back out. He could have left and his son
would never have known he was there. But something inside him wanted to
watch...wanted JOSH to see him watching. So he interrupted again...this time,
intentionally.

Now, with the horny teenager upstairs in the shower, Dan knew that he'd have
a couple of minutes to himself, and he was determined not to waste them. His
cock had been straining against his jeans since he sat in the recliner. He
almost shot off when Josh asked him to join in on his jackoff session. But he
wasn't ready for that. He didn't really understand what was happening, but
he knew that there were limits--there had to be limits--and jacking off with
his son was crossing the line.

He looked over his shoulder, half expecting to find Josh standing there,
watching him from the stairs, but no one was there. Alone, he turned back
towards the TV and unzipped his jeans. Dan took his cock out and held it
firmly in his hand. Precum was dripping out of the silky head like a river,
and he wiped a finger through it, bringing it to his mouth. Josh had tasted
his cum in front of him. His SON. Closing his eyes, he wondered what it had
tasted like. As Dan's own salty precum settled onto his tastebuds he wondered
if his son's juice tasted the same.

Not able to control his thoughts any more than his actions, at this point,
Dan stripped off the polo shirt he was wearing. It wouldn't do to shoot a
load all over it. He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off. He hadn't
been wearing any underwear, so all he had on now was his socks. "Fuck it," he
whispered, and peeled those off, too. He leaned back, popped out the footrest
of the recliner, and whacked off for all it was worth. Dan knew he only had a
few minutes, and had no intention of getting caught. My son, my naked
son...jacking off in front of me...his cock...so big...Dan was lost in the
memory of what he'd seen a few minutes ago. In seconds he started to
ejaculate in long, hefty arcs, hitting himself again and again in the face.
At least one thick blast landed in his open mouth, and he quickly swallowed
it. Stifling a moan, he threw his head back in pleasure as his orgasm
subsided.

That was when he heard the bathroom door open, and Josh start to make his way
down the stairs. Faster than humanly possible, Dan was off the recliner and
stepping into his jeans. Josh reached the foot of the stairs just in time to
see the top of his fathers crack as it vanished into his jeans. "Guess I'M
interrupting this time, huh?" Josh said.

Dan turned to face his youngest son, who was still naked after taking his
shower. "Nope, you didn't interrupt anything at all." He buttoned the top
button on his 501s, leaving his fly open, but glad that everything major was
covered up.

Josh grinned and pointed at Dan's jizz-covered face. "Heh! I guess not! Looks
like you're all done. Good one, pop!"

Dan ran a hand over his wet, sticky face. He'd been quick enough to cover up,
but not to CLEAN up, and now Josh was standing there staring at his
spunk-covered father. There was a moment of silence...a beat as they both
pondered what the next step would be. Josh's penis started to rise again.
Dan's jeans began to bulge out in the crotch. He stepped toward his son...

To Be Continued...

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Author's note: Feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated. Lay 'em on
me via e-mail at CobbleHillGuy@aol.com.