Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2002 00:37:31 EDT
From: CobbleHillGuy@aol.com
Subject: Crossing the Line chapter 2

Crossing The Line: Chapter Two
By CobbleHillGuy

(This fictional story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a father
and his teenage son. That's fictional dad, fictional son, fictional incest.
So don't get any funny ideas. If you're under 18, offended by such subject
matter, or if this sort of erotic fiction is illegal where you live, wait
till you're older, get a new attitude, or move somewhere else, respectively.
This text and all characters contained within are copyright Copyright 2002
CobbleHillGuy.)


Dan Russell ran a hand over his wet, sticky face. He'd been quick enough to
cover up his naked body after masturbating, but not to CLEAN up, and now his
son 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, naked from his shower, stood stock-still as his penis started to rise
again. Dan's jeans began to bulge out in the crotch. He stepped toward his
son. "Excuse me," he said, as he moved past the boy and rushed upstairs.

Josh heard his father's bedroom door close, and they didn't speak for the
rest of the night.

*   *   *

The rain was falling in thick gray curtains outside Josh's bedroom window. He
reached over and turned the clock radio to face him. Eight a.m. Way too early
to get up on a day off...way too early to get up on ANY day with weather like
this. But he was awake, and there was no turning back. It had been a restless
night to begin with. After jerking off in front of his dad the night before
and that strange moment where he thought he was going to...do something with
him, Josh didn't know what to expect. The last thing he thought he'd find
when he went downstairs last night was to find his father covered in cum. But
now there was one thing he was sure of. As sick as it was--as wrong as it
was--he wanted his father. So the issue was, as he swung his legs over the
side of the bed and stood, how was it going to happen? He was pretty sure
that there was something sexual going on behind his father's blue eyes, but
he had the feeling that, based on Dan's behavior last night, if he pushed too
hard he'd find himself jacking off alone from now on--or in a foster home.
Confused, Josh grabbed a pair of jockey shorts, and headed down the hall
naked, to shower and start his day.

On his back, staring at the ceiling, Dan heard his 17-year-old son walk past
his door and enter the bathroom. Was the boy naked, he wondered? His stomach
churned ever so slightly, despite the fact that his dick was growing harder
by the second. Last night, for a second, he had almost...done something.
What? Grabbed the kid? Kissed him? What? Dan had never looked sideways at a
guy, not even in college. Sure there was that childhood stuff with Scotty,
but as an adult he never had anything but a heterosexual thought. Why was he
suddenly attracted to his teenage son? Regardless of the whys, he'd started
this when he walked in on Josh masturbating, and he was going to have to see
it through, once way or another. He sat up, looking down at his crotch and
wanting to jerk himself off. What if the shoe were on the other foot? What if
he let Josh catch HIM whacking off, would it be that simple? He reached down
and touched himself...just holding his cock in his hand, feeling its girth.
Time passed. He heard the bathroom door open, and Josh bounding down the
stairs. Taking a deep breath, he stood and left his bedroom.

*   *   *

It was almost a replay of Tuesday morning. Josh sat at the kitchen table,
pretending to be engrossed in the back of a cereal box. Dan walked into the
kitchen, with just a towel around his waist, nodding `good morning' to his
son. A towel?!? Josh did a double take, and sure enough--there was his
father, wearing nothing but a white towel, loosely slung around his
midsection. His chest hair was still damp from the shower, and Josh let his
eyes follow the trail of body hair down over his father's tight stomach and
the start of his pubes. The towel covered up the rest, and Josh blinked,
snapping himself back to attention. He immediately directed his gaze up to
his Dan's face, and just as he thought--he'd been caught.

"What's wrong, Josh?"

"Nothing, Dad." Eyes back to the cereal box. Pick up the spoon. Act natural.

"It's too humid out today to get dressed--at least for now. Know what I mean?"

He didn't, but what the fuck. "Uh huh." Munch, munch. Don't look up.

"There won't be much to do today. I figure we can just hang out here all day,
if you want...because of the rain and all. Unless you've got other plans."

"Um...yeah, sure...okay." Josh's dick was getting hard. He could feel it
starting to strain against his briefs. Time to get out of here. He stood and
quickly moved to the sink to deposit his empty bowl and spoon, thinking
somehow that if he moved fast enough he could get out of the room before
anything happened. "But don't you WANT something to happen?" he asked
himself. He did, but the thought still weirded him out.

"Whoa, wait a second! Aren't you gonna wash that? I don't want to have to
wash ALL the dishes." Then Dan looked down at the enormous bulge in his son's
shorts, and smiled. "Oh, so that's your hurry. I see..."

Josh blushed, was about to cover himself up, and then thought better of it.
He gave himself a squeeze instead. "Guess I AM kinda horny."

"Then go ahead and pop in a movie--you know it's okay with me."

Josh's dick throbbed, and a spot of precum spread out across his briefs. "Okay
..." He headed out of the room and stopped in the doorway. "Thanks, Dad!"

Dan kept his back to his son, facing the counter as he poured himself a cup
of coffee. "No problem. It's just us guys, right?"

"Yep!"

Alone in the room, finally, Dan was finally able to step away from the
counter. His dick was tenting up his towel. As he heard the television set
being turned on in the next room, followed by the sound of a porn actress
getting fucked, he knew that the time had finally come. Tightening the towel
around his waist, he set the coffee down on the counter and headed for the
living room.

*   *   *

While "Pussy Pilot: Airborne Anal" played on the TV screen, Josh sat on the
couch, his dick so hard that the head was sticking up and out past the
waistband of his briefs. He wasn't jerking off, though, he was just sitting
there and taking it all in.

"What's the matter? Don't you like the movie?" Dan was standing in the
doorway, still wearing his towel--a towel that was covering up a huge
erection. Josh looked at his dad, his jaw dropped, and his cock throbbed.
"There a problem, son?"

Josh just sat there, gaping. "No, Dad...no problem."

"Good--glad to hear it." He sat down in his recliner, and kicked back with
his hands resting in his lap. He wasn't touching himself, or giving any real
indication that he was going to. He looked at Josh. "I thought you'd be
halfway to liftoff by now."

"What?"

Dan made a jerking off motion with his arm. "You know..."

"Oh...right," the teen answered, moving his right hand over to his crotch and
giving it a squeeze...and then another.

"Well, don't let me stop you."

Josh gave his cock a final squeeze through his shorts as he looked at his
dad, then with a smile he nodded and reached for his waistband. In one quick
motion, he peeled off his shorts, passed them over his bare feet and leaned
back into the couch. Now, completely naked, his hard cock bobbing and leaking
precum, he started to jerk off.

"There ya go! How's it feel?" Dan asked.

"Great--AWESOME!"

"It should. It's the movie, I think. It's a good one," Dan said. He eased
back in the recliner and spread his legs. "It's even getting to me a little."

Looking at his dad's tented towel, Josh couldn't help but stare and pump his
cock even faster. Dan's towel was tented in such a way that Josh could see
the bottom of his father's balls, but not his dick. Dan, meanwhile, had put a
hand in his lap, right over his crotch, and sat there, motionless. He made no
pretense, though, of watching the movie. His attention was completely focused
on his teenage son, riveted on his smooth body, his hard cock.

Josh had been trying not to stare at Dan, but was having a difficult time of
it. He knew his dad was watching him, and that was an incredible turn-on, but
he was on edge just hoping that he'd get a look at what was between Dan's
legs. That tented towel...that teasing glimpse of his father's hairy
nuts...kept him close to orgasm from the minute he'd started whacking off.

Dan gave his crotch a squeeze and cleared his throat, then as Josh looked
over at him he said, "Um...son, if you don't mind, I think I might want to
jerk off..um...now...to the movie. That okay with you?"

The teenager kept pumping his cock, but his eyes never left his father.
"Yeah!!" He realized how enthusiastic he sounded--how `gay' that was--but
right now, more than anything else in the world he wanted to watch his father
get off.

"Okay...I just want to make sure you're okay with this..."

Josh nodded, and after a moment's hesitation, Dan flipped open his towel. His
hard-as-steel prick stood straight up, and it was bigger than Josh could have
ever imagined. There had to be at least 10 inches of dick in his father's
lap. Dan reached down and gave it a tug.

"Wow, Dad--that thing is HUGE!"

He looked down at himself. "I guess it is, isn't it? I wouldn't call yours
small, either." Dan tightened his grip on his cock, and stroked it slowly, ver
y much aware of the fact that the movie playing on the TV was
meaningless...that they were getting off by watching each other.

They stroked in silence for a minute or two, and eventually Josh turned so
that he was lying back on the couch, his head against the armrest, his body
turned completely towards his father. From Dan's position, he could see
Josh's entire body, head to toe. He jacked his cock harder, using his pre-cum
as lube. Josh matched him, stroke for stroke, and spread his legs apart. That
was when Dan saw his son's asshole for the first time. He had to concentrate
not to shoot off right there and then.

The younger Russell looked at the older one with intense focus. This might
never happen again, and he wasn't about to sacrifice a minute of it. In his
mind a little camera was running, recording this entire experiment,
moment-by-moment. The seed of an idea had been planted in his head, but he
was too horny to notice. His father--his dad--was jerking off right in front
of him. Josh watched as Dan started to breathe heavier, and then pushed back
on the recliner, popping the footrest. Dan spread his legs, bent at the knee,
with the heels of his bare feet touching each other, as he moved his free
hand over his body. He briefly touched his chest, gave his right nipple a
twist, then continued down to cup his heavy, hairy balls.

Josh licked his lips. What he wouldn't give to have those balls in his mouth.
At this point he didn't know if he was gay, or some sort of depraved sex
maniac. All he knew was that he wanted his dad in the worst way. He wanted to
get up from the couch, go over to his father and fall to his knees. Starting
at the soles of his feet he wanted to taste every inch of his hot dad...lick
his balls...the sweat from his armpits...suck his cock. And when the time
came he wanted that load down his throat.

But instead, he lay there, captivated, as Dan's eyes sort of glazed over and
he started to moan, without realizing it, Josh joined in. "Fuck...ohhhh
fuuuuck..."

"Yeahhhh, dad...yeahhh..."

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Me, too...uhhhhh..."

"YEAHHH...FUCK!!! UHHHHH!!"

"UHHHH! UHHHHH!"

Cum flew everywhere as Dan and Josh shot their loads. What seemed like an
endless supply was shooting out of Dan's cock in huge arcs, hitting him in
the face and on the lips. He held his mouth open, letting two or three spurts
land on his tongue. Josh, who was on his back, was shooting straight up like
a fountain...his jizz landing back down where it started, on his fist and
crotch. Dan just kept pumping away at the sight of his son's climax, as the
wet sounds of his spunk-covered dick only excited the kid further, making him
shoot even harder.

Finally it ended. With one last groan, Dan was spent. He looked over at Josh,
who, with no shame at all, was licking the cum off his hand. Dan blinked, and
it was like he came out of a trance. "Shit!" he said, and stood up.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I can't believe I--we--shit!" Dan hurried out of the living room and up the
stairs. The bathroom door slammed and the shower turned on. Josh remained on
the couch, confused.

After a few minutes, Josh went into the kitchen and used some paper towels to
wipe himself off. He used a few wet ones to clean up, and then returned to
the living room. The movie was still playing, but he switched it off and then
sat down on the couch, naked. He wondered what had just happened. Was his dad
having some sort of guilt trip? Josh wasn't feeling any guilt himself. In
fact, he was more turned on than ever. His dick was already hard again, and
he was idly stroking it when Dan came down the stairs, fully dressed in a
T-shirt, shorts and a pair of Teva sandals.

Dan entered the living room and sighed. "Josh...about what just happened..."

"Yeah?"

"I...we shouldn't. I mean..."

"It's okay, Dad...no big deal."

"No, Josh, it's a VERY big deal. Look, I think we should talk about--"

"What? But you SAID--"

"I know what I said and I was wrong. What we DID was wrong. Christ, I could
go to jail for what just happened here!" Dan sat on the sofa, beside Josh,
although he seemed to be oblivious to the boy's erection. Josh, meanwhile,
had finally let go of his dick.

"You're not gonna go to jail, Dad. Jeez, it's not like I'm gonna tell
anybody." He reached over and squeezed Dan's shoulder, "So quit worrying and
relax."

Dan sighed and shook his head. "Relax. Just like that. What is it about you
that makes you so damned level-headed?"

"Must've picked it up from mom." Josh said, with a grin.

"My ass!"

"Nope...I didn't get a good look at your ass."

"That'll do, pig."

"Really, pop, do you think we'll do that again?" His cock, already erect,
twitched as he said it.

"Whew...I really...no, Josh, I don't think so. I know that I started the ball
rolling--and I'm not gonna turn on a dime and tell you that you're not
allowed to do the stuff you've been doing. But maybe you should limit..." He
pointed at his son's dick, "...THAT action to the privacy of your own room."

"So you're saying I should get dressed?"

Dan stood up. "No...be naked, if you want to be naked. But if you're
gonna...gonna whack off, maybe you should just keep that to yourself." He
sighed, and there was a moment of silence between them and Dan once again
took in the sight of his hot, naked son. "Look, the rain's letting up so I'm
gonna run to the store...I need to clear my head about this whole turn of
events, anyway."

"And when you get back maybe we can...?"

"Aw, kiddo...no...no, I'm sorry. That was a one-time deal."

Josh looked at his father with a slight smile, obviously trying to cover his
disappointment. "So, nudity:yes, jerk off sessions: no..."

Dan felt like he had to say something to make Josh feel better. "Hey, Josh,
don't get me wrong I had fun. It's nice to know I'm not the only Russell
who shoots two liters of cum every time he jacks off." He leaned down and
kissed Josh on the top of his head. "I'm glad we did this, son."

"Me, too, Dad. I'm gonna think about it whenever...ah, never mind." He was
hard again.

Dan's eyes shot down to Josh's crotch, and he had to concentrate to look
away. "Hey, I think about it, too. Now I'll be back in an hour, so that
should give you plenty of time to take care of THAT. Try not to stain
anything, huh?" With that, he was out the door and gone.

Josh sat down and the couch and smiled. When his dad looked at him just now,
he noticed the hard-on in his shorts. This wasn't over--not yet, anyway.

*   *   *

An hour later, Dan returned to find Josh naked, which was pretty much what he
expected. But the teenager wasn't masturbating, he was lounging on the couch,
working his way through a stack of comic books.

"Where'd you go?"

"To the store, like I said. You might wanna put some clothes on and get the
bags out of the car. Your old man is weak."

Josh laughed. "Yeah, I saw how weak you were." He quickly ran past Dan,
slapping him on the ass as he rushed by, and moments later came barreling
down the stairs wearing a pair of baggy shorts and flip-flops. It took two
trips to get all the groceries inside, and he made it in with the last bag
just as the rain started up again.

"Thanks, boss," Dan said, as Josh plopped the bag on the counter. "I wasn't
planning on buying so much food, but you know how Ryan likes to eat."

"Yeah, my brother is a cow," snarked Josh. But that wasn't true at all.
Actually, his brother Ryan was as hot as his dad, with a lean, gym-toned body
and those killer blue eyes. Unlike Josh and Dan, Ryan had dark brown hair.

Together, they started putting the groceries away. "So what'd you do while I
was gone," Dan asked.

"I kept busy. Whattaya think I did?"

"Ah...to be 17 again. How many times have you jerked off today?"

Josh paused a second, giving it some thought. Then he flashed his father a
big smile. "Just three."

"Just."

"And I'm not done yet!"

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Josh shrugged, "I had a lot to think about."

Dan nodded. He'd had a lot to think about, too. On the way back home, he
pulled over and beat off in his car. Right now, his underwear lay under the
front seat, soaked to the point of dripping with cum.

As they finished up their chore, Dan noticed that Josh was sporting another
erection in his shorts, and the boy made no effort to cover it up. And no
sooner had Dan noticed this, than Josh kicked off his flip-flops and pulled
his shorts down and off. "I'm glad I don't have to wear clothes anymore,
Dad, even if we can't jerk off together."

Dan watched Josh wander back into the living room, then looked down at his
own tented shorts. He followed his son, planning on watching the afternoon
news before making lunch, but upon entering the living room and seeing Josh
sitting there, idly flipping through his comics with a raging hardon, he was
overwhelmed with...what? Lust? This was SO wrong.

He walked over and stood next to the couch, pulling his T-shirt over his head
as he went. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and let them drop to his
feet. He stepped out of them and, still wearing his sandals, sat next to his
son.

Josh looked at his father, mouth agape. Half a dozen comics fell off the
couch and onto the floor. Dan's dick stuck up past his navel, bobbing and
leaking a steady flow of pre-cum.

"Fuck it," he said, and leaned in toward Josh.

Josh leaned closer, as well...preparing himself for the kiss that was sure to
come.

To Be Continued...

*   *   *

Author's note: Are Josh and his father gonna make out? Are they gonna have
sex? Will Dan ever take off his sandals? Stay tuned. Comments are always
welcome. Write to me at CobbleHillGuy@aol.com.