Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 08:27:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Gayboy Matt <gayboy_matt@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Dads underwear CHAPTER 1" - Gay Male, Incest.

Dads underwear CHAPTER 1
By gayboy_matt@yahoo.com
www.etorotribe.com

[Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.  If you are under the legal
age of eighteen or if the stories of gay father and son incest do not
appeal to you, please leave immediately]

I woke suddenly at the middle of night, by the sound of pounding and
groaning. The groaning sounded like a bear eating a poor victim. Yes, it
was my dad fucking my mom in his room, which was just next to my
room. Leaning my ear against the concrete wall, I could hear any sound of
my dad groaning and moaning. I instantly got real hard-on by hearing a big
man like my dad fucking my mom. The bedroom door was still banging
rhythmically. Suddenly, there was a loud grunt, then I heard my dad's
panting before it was silent.

I jerked my 6 inch dick harder and then came after my dad.

I know that it is not right to have sexual fantasies about my dad, but no
matter how I tried, I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since I
hit puberty two years ago, my dad becomes the first man that I like. Even
at the age of 42 now, my dad is still a hunk. His face has a square jaw and
is always covered with stubble. Even when he has shaved, his chin still
shows the dark shadow of stubble, but by nighttime it has grown out
again. His shoulders are twice as wide as his hips.

His skin is sun bronzed and his 6'2", 200 lbs frame is held in place by
masses of muscles (with a little around the middle). The whole thing is
finished by covering him from head to toe in dark curly hair. He is indeed
a classic bear man. I am immediately turned on when I see his hairy chest
with big pecs, and great beefy legs.

My dad isn't the kind of man content of working in an office. But, he
prefers to work as manual labor to earn money for my whole family. Ever
since I was a kid, my dad works 100 miles away from us and only comes home
on the weekends. He is a mechanic in truck workshop. Due to his work
requirements, sometime he may have to lift heavy objects, climbing up and
down. Thus, it does make him smell of a mixture of dirt and sweat. However,
his job does help him to build the body where the muscles are hard like
granite all the time. As to my knowledge, he has never worked out in gyms
to build that kind of massive body. So, his muscles are made from real
labor works, but not in gym. My dad is indeed a massive man. When he enters
a room, people look at him with a mixture of awe and fear. Even though I am
the only son of him, I still have much fear and respect with him. In fact,
all along our relationship is not really close like father and son. Most of
the time, we don't much conversation between us. Maybe that's because he
does not spend more time at home. So, I never know how deep he loves me as
his only son.

My dad used to be shirtless at home, but never naked or walk around the
house in underwear. Usually he will wear underwear under the shorts. So, I
have never seen my dad naked. I also never know about his meat, but by the
looks of his basket, I guess there to be a good sized piece there. My dad
is very cocksure and very proud of his endowment. He always brags with his
buddies about how women flocked over his cock before he married my mom.

My sexual desire with my dad did not getting intense at the beginning until
there was a time when I was unexpectedly seeing him wearing just his
underwear. I still remembered that it was happening on that Friday
morning. That day, my mom as usual dropped me off at school and then made
her way to grandpa's house to take care of my grandma as she was sick. She
would not be back until evening. Due to teaching staff meeting on that day,
they were going to dismiss us early from school. We were let out of school
at 11 a.m that morning, and I decided not to call my mom to come to school
and pick me up. Instead, I took a bus to go back home, not knowing that I
was about to have life altering experience that justified who I am and what
I want.

... to be continued