Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 07:52:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Dad's Dirty Talk, part 1"

This is my first story.  And I was turned on the whole time I wrote it.
Please feel free to send comment: fathercandy@yahoo.com.  If material of
this nature offends you, PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that
you must be of legal age, where you live, to read this story. This is a
work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely
coincidental.


I travel a lot for work, but rarely leave the state of Oklahoma.  I'm at
the bottom of the totem pole for an insurance company based in Oklahoma
City.  When there's an accident in Enid or Broken Arrow or Ardmore, I'm the
one they send to do the dirty work.  It's not so bad.  I'm single.  26
years old.  And have always enjoyed hotels.  I find them sexy -- and have
found them to be a pretty decent place for bathroom-trysts or one-night
hookups.  Married men on the make.  And I'm always on the make.

Two years ago -- almost to the day -- I found myself in Tulsa.  A big storm
had ravaged a part of the city, and I was sent to check out the damage.
The best part about Tulsa is there are actually decent hotels with decent
amenities.  Including adult channels on the television.

After 10 hours in the field, I decided to wind down, watching some fuck
film -- some straight fuck film, but I've always enjoyed straight cock.
And though I'm not turned on by pussy, I love watching a thick cock
penetrate a woman's hole.  I also love the fact that most straight porn
remains bareback.  And most of the chicks eat the guy's load.  Hot.

I'm watching some flick, sitting in my boxers, my cock in my hand.  Nice
cock.  I like to think perfectly proportioned.  About 7' long and pretty
thick.  Nobody's been disappointed.  I'm stroking.  Watching chick after
chick eat cum.  Stroking.  Up and down.  And the phone rings.  Without
thinking I answer; a certain huskiness mingled with breathlessness must
have told the caller something was going on.  Something that required a
certain amount of exertion.  It was my dad.

"James, what are doing?  You sound odd."

"Nothing.  I'm just watching TV."

"Must be some show, you sound like you are out of breath."  Dad chuckles.

"Yeah.  What's going on?  How did you get this number?"

"I called your office.  I'm going to be in Tulsa on Wednesday and wondered
if you were still going to be there.  Maybe we could get together.  Have
dinner."

"Yep.  I'm here all week."

"Good.  What are you watching anyway?"

"The truth?  Some porn.  I got bored."

"And now you're not bored."

"No.  It's kinda hot."

"Yeah.  What's going on?  Fucking?  Sucking?"

"What the hell are you doing Dad?  That's a little odd.  You're freaking me
out."

"James, you're almost 25.  You're old enough to talk about sex with your
dad."

"Yeah, but not when he catches me jacking off."

"You were jacking off?"

"God.  Yeah, I was jacking off."  My irritation was starting to take over
from my embarrassment.  "Don't you jack off when you watch porn, Dad?"

"You really want to know, Son?  You really want to talk about jacking off?"

"You started it Dad."

"Yeah, I jack off.  A lot.  You'd never think I was 55 years old.
Sometimes I feel like I'm still a teenager.  Boner here.  Boner there.  And
you're mom's not always around.  Or always willing."

"Dad, too much information.  Again, kind of gross."

"Are you still hard?"

"What?"

"James, are you still hard?"  Dad's tone got firmer.  "Is your cock still
in your hand?  Is it still in your hand while you're talking to me?"

"Fuck.  Dad.  Yeah, I'm still hard and I'm still working it.  The movies
still playing.  I'm still paying for it.  And you are still interrupting
me."  I was still hard.  Got harder as his voice got firmer.  Even harder
when I heard my dad say the word cock.  I reached for more lube.  Lathered
up.  Dad kept talking.

"I'm not so sure I'm interrupting anything, James.  I am talking to you.
You're hard.  And now I'm hard.  As a matter of fact, I think I'm hard
enough to take care of business.  Maybe now you're keeping me.  I'll let
you go."

"You don't have to."

"What?  What did you say, son?"

"I said you don't have to go.  I'm almost finished."

"You're ready to blow a load.  You're that close?"

"Yeah."

"What's happening?  What's going on in the movie?"

"Some chick is just about to have a load shot down her throat."

"James. Does the guy have a big cock?"  "Yeah.  She was really moaning as
he fucked her.  She wasn't faking.  She felt him."

"How big?"

"I don't know.  Bigger than me."

"How big are you James?  I bet you don't disappoint in the dick department.
My dad always told me it runs in the family."

"That's what they say."

"James.  I asked you a question.  How big are you?"

"I can use both hands."

'How thick are you, Son?"

"It fills my fist."

"Are you naked?"

I was.  I had kicked off my boxer shorts.  And I had stopped my regular
pumping.  I was so close to cumming.  I had to hold back.  This was too
hot.  Too much.  And I was so ready to pop.

"Dad, are you naked?"

"Nope.  I'm sitting on my bed.  Still in my suit.  I've loosened my tie.
Jacket off. And I got my pants undone.  Cock out."

"Where's Mom?"

"Don't know.  But I'll hear her when she comes home."

"Dad, take off you clothes.  I want to know you're naked, too."

"Why?"

"Cuz we're having phone sex."

Dad laughed.  Husky.  Breathless.  "James, you and I are having phone sex.
You're right.  How do you feel?"

"Weird."

"Not even a little turned on, Son?  You don't like the thought of you and
your old man stroking their cocks at the same time?  I got mine in my fist.
I just pulled out some lube.  My cock's slick and I am working it.  Your
dad is working his cock while he talking to you, boy.  Doesn't that turn
you on?"

"It turns me on.  I could blow a load any second, but I'm trying to hold
back."  "Why?"

"I want this to last.  I want to make this last."

"Why?  You like to hear Daddy breathe hard?  You like to think that the man
who fathered you is turned on by the thought of you naked, pumping your
thick cock?"

"Are you turned on, Dad?"

"Boy, I am so fucking hard.  I got one hand on my cock.  And another hand
is playing with my hole.  My finger working its way up there.  You like
that?  You like getting your asshole played with?"

"Yeah.  Fuck, yeah."

"Your dad's got thick fingers, boy.  You'd feel 'em up there.  Working
inside you."

"I wish you were here with me, Dad. Or, I wish I was there with you?"

"Why, boy?  Why do you wish you were here with your old man?  What do you
want?"

"I want to watch you stroke your cock."

"Is that all?"

"No.  I want to suck your cock.  I want to put it in my mouth.  And take my
time.  Savor your taste.  Lick your balls.  Listen to you feel your son's
mouth around your cock."

" Oh, boy.  I'd fuck your face like it ain't been fucked before.  I'd make
you gag.  Grab your hair and fuck away."

Dad's voice was as urgent as mine.  He was as liberated as I was.  If he
was still thinking I was his son, he was thinking it was hot.  He was
consumed by incestuous thoughts, too. What ever we had started was going
full force.

"Are you naked, Dad?"

"Naked.  Stroking my cock.  Tweaking my tit.  Thinking about my boy's face.
Thinking about your eyes as I fuck that face.  Knowing how much you want
me.  How much you want to taste my cock.  Taste your daddy's cum."

"Dad, I've watched you jack off before.  About a year ago.  You had just
got home from work.  You didn't know I was home.  I stood in the doorway
and watched as you went to work.  Your cock was perfect. You used both
hands, too.  Used your own spit.  Your balls got tight, and still they hung
there perfectly..  When you raised your shirt so you could play with your
tits, your hairy chest did me in.  I was stroking myself.  My hands were in
my pockets.  I came in my pants.  I couldn't even wait until you shot your
load.  I was so hot.  And when you came, you shot all over your shirt.
Your shirt was light blue.  And I could see the cum stains from the
doorway.  I could have watched you forever.  But I was afraid to get
caught."

"James, if I'd have caught you, I would have made you eat the cum off my
shirt. And then I would have pulled down your pants and eaten your load; I
would have made you feed it to me.  I would love to eat your cum, boy.
There is something so hot and so bad about a dad eating his son's seed.
Watching you shoot, filling my mouth.  My tongue hanging out, trying to
catch every drop.  Would you kiss me if my mouth were full with your cum?"

"Fuck, Dad.  I'm shooting...Fuck.  Fuck.  Kissing you.  My cum everywhere."

"James, your daddy is going to fuck your hole...fuck...I'm going to fill
you deep, boy.  I...am...going...to fuck you...sooooo hard."

And Dad came, too.

Once he stopped grunting.  Once he was in control of himself.  I asked the
magic question: "When?  When are you going to fuck me so hard?"

He laughed.  "Dinner.  Wednesday."