Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 04:42:14 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: DILTF -- Chapter One -- Frank's Story

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. This story involves
adult incest between fathers and sons. By reading this you are accepting of
this behavior in the fictional situation of this story.

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DILTF -- Frank's Story
By R. A. Swain


I didn't know. I suppose if I had things might've turned out different, but
then again, maybe not.

It started out as a typical afternoon at home. My wife was working and I
was in the den telecommuting my workload in for the day. After that I did
what I normally did, which was check out the on-line groups for male for
male strip poker and other games. I admit I'm a horn dog and enjoy some
male on male action, even if it is only on a web cam. I posted a message in
one of my favorite groups: 42 yr-old fit guy, slightly hairy, well hung,
looking for a strip game now. College aged to older welcome. Be in shape
and hot. Stakes, mild to wild. IM me at Franknfutter.

I took the screen name from the Rocky Horror Show, which had been a
favorite of mine back in high school. I checked my e-mail and waited. It
didn't take long. I got an instant message in a couple minutes. Dormboi19.
I checked his profile. He didn't have a photo, but his age was legal, and
actually 20 according to what I read.

"Hey man, you looking to play with a college guy?"

"College guys are cool. Are you into webcamming, and stripping?" I replied.

"And more. Wanna play poker? Loser does five minutes on web cam of whatever
the winner wants?"

"You jump right in, don't you?"

"I'm a horny college guy. Of course I do. How about this, first hand loser
does a dare on webcam?"

"Okay you're on." I accepted the challenge and invited him to view my
cam. Mine was showing my shirt covered chest. He invited me to view his and
I saw his t-shirt covered chest as well.

We entered the game room for the server and chose poker. The first hand
went quickly. I lost. "Well kid, it looks like you won this hand."

"Yeah old man. How about we start off slow, if you've got the time?"

"I've got the time. Not much else to do this afternoon. What've you got in
mind?"

"For this round, just unbutton your shirt."

I looked down at my dress shirt. "That's it?"

"Yup." He typed back.

I slowly opened my blue dress shirt revealing my bare, slightly hairy
chest. "Okay?"  "Very. I like what I see."

I was flattered that a 20 year old kid liked what he saw. As I said, I keep
myself in shape, but it's still nice to hear it. "Next hand?"

"Sure. By the way, I'm Jeff."

"Really? I've got a son named Jeff."

"You can call me something else if you don't feel comfortable calling me
Jeff."

"No, Jeff is good. I'm comfortable. I'm Frank."

"Cool, Frank. Let's see if I can beat the pants off of you next."

I played well, but he did beat the pants off of me.

"So you want my pants off now?" I asked.

He gave me a thumbs up and typed. "Dude, you read my dirty mind."

I stood up and loosened my belt, popping the button on my slacks and then
slowly unzipping them. I found myself doing a strip for this kid, and
wondered if he were really enjoying it or just mocking the old guy? I typed
out a message. "You like my boxers?"

"LOL," he typed back. "I've got a pair just like them, but that's not what
I'm wearing today."

"Oh, what are you wearing?"

He stood up, showing me a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. "You'll have to
win a hand or two to get me out of them."

"I will," I replied. "Next hand."

I amazed myself by winning the next hand. Now did I want his boxers off, or
his shirt?

"What'll it be, old man?" he IM'ed.

"You like calling me `old man', don't ya, kid?"

"If it bother's you I can call you something else."

"I was debating what I'd have you take off, so now I think as your
punishment of the old man remarks, I want your boxers off and your dick
hard."

"LOL." He typed. "Serves me right. The hard dick is already there, so here
go the boxers." He stood up and tugged them down from his waist. His cut
cock sprang up and bounced in the air. "You like?"

"Very much," I replied. "Even hotter seeing you in a t-shirt and naked from
the waist down."

"Yeah, it excites me to be showing off this way." He answered. "Next hand?"

"Okay."

The next hand found me with crap cards. "Oh well, you beat me. I suppose my
boxers come off now?"

"No," he replied. "I just want you to pull you cock and balls out of the
fly and get yourself hard while I watch."

This was different. "You sure you don't want me naked?"

"No, it's sexier with your clothing revealing just a little of you."

I had to agree, but was surprised a college aged kid found it sexy. I
shrugged and reached into my boxers through the fly and pulled my cock and
balls out for his viewing pleasure. I didn't have to stroke it much for a
full hard on to spring up. He iconed me a toothy grin.

"Yeah man, that's really hot. Stroke it some more."

I sat back with my cock sticking straight up, not touching it. "You'll have
to win that."

The next hand found me again losing.  "Well you won again. What'll it be
this time?" I typed.

He responded quickly. "I want to watch you edge for a while. Bring yourself
to the brink. A couple of times, and then blow your load on your chest."

My hand stroked my cock and played with my balls while Jeff watched. I saw
he was stroking his own cock, pumping himself.  "Yeah man, that's hot. I
really get off watching older guys jerkoff."

"And I get off watching college guys beating off," I replied.

"Yeah?" He asked. "You ever watch your son?"

I was a little surprised by the question, but not turned off by it. I admit
I had thought about him laying in his bed, in his room down the hall,
stroking his cock in the night. "I haven't seen him. No. But I wouldn't
mind watching him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've thought about seeing him jerkoff. Have you ever seen your dad
jerkoff?"

"Yes."

"Yes? When?"

"Well," he paused and the camera pulled back revealing it was my son, Jeff
I'd been playing with and watching. "I'm watching you right now, Pop."

I froze. My hand on my cock, slowly stroking, but shocked. "Jeff!"

"Hey Pop," he typed. "Are you mad?"

I thought for a second. "No. The truth is, I'm turned on."

"Yeah? Me too. Dad, I've been wanting this for years. Ever since I started
to beat off. Hey, pull your camera back so I can see all of you while you
jerkoff for me."

I pulled the camera back so he could see my face. "I can't believe I'm
doing this in front of my son," I typed. "Or that I'm so turned on by doing
it."

"Yeah Dad, jerk it for me. I wanna see you shoot your load."

I was flattered and totally turned on that my son was hot for me, and that
he wanted to see me shoot my load. My fist moved faster, and my strokes got
longer. I pumped faster and began squeezing my shaft. It didn't take
long. The whole scene was getting to me in a way I never imagined, and then
I was shooting my load up my chest. Ribbon after ribbon of cum splattered
on my chest. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through my body, and then
relaxation. I was spent.

"Well kid, I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Sure did, Pop. Hey, I'm gonna be home for the weekend. Think I can get a
live show then?"

I hesitated. "Jeff, you know this was wrong. We shouldn't have done
that. Incest is--"

"Pop, chill. I wanted it, and you didn't sign off when you found out it was
me, and you admitted you wanted it. So don't get all regretful now,
please."

I thought for a moment. "Jeff, if you're okay with it, I'm okay with it,
but I don't know if we should do it again."

"Dad, let's talk it over on Saturday. And Then you'll get to see me put on
a live show for you." With that he signed off.

I didn't know what to feel. I'd jerked off in front of my son, and admitted
my desire to see him jerkoff. He tricked me, but I had told the truth, and
he told me he had wanted the same thing I wanted, so we were even. I was
going to have four days to think about what I'd done, and to think about
what might happen on Saturday, if I wanted anything to happen.

************************************

When Saturday arrived I woke around 10:00 AM. On the pillow next to me was
a note from my wife. She had to work on a project and wouldn't be home
until after 6:00 PM. I crawled out of bed, hit the bathroom and then
wandered down to the kitchen, wearing only my boxers. I had figured Jeff
would be home by noon and we could talk. Walking into the kitchen I got a
surprise. Jeff was sitting there at the counter eating breakfast.

"Morning Dad." He said.

"Jeff--"

"I got in earlier than I thought. Mom made me breakfast before leaving. She
said she won't be home for dinner. So we've got the house to ourselves all
day." He smirked as he talked.

"Um, Jeff, we need to talk." I tried to sound fatherly, but after jerking
off in front of him on the web cam, I wasn't sure I could do fatherly.

"Dad, it's cool. If you're still hung up about whacking off on the web cam,
don't be. It was a game. If I hadn't been your son would it bother you to
have been watched by a guy while you beat your meat?"

"No, but you are my son. That makes it wrong, according to society," I
said.

"And you watched me stroking my cock," Jeff said, adding, "I didn't see you
looking away after you discovered it was me."

"You got me, but I'm not sure we should do anything more." I floundered.

"Aw come on Dad, a strip game or a bet or dare isn't the worst thing," he
argued.

Dare? A word that always peaked my interest. I wondered what he had in
mind, knowing I shouldn't care, but the thought of a dare or a bet was
worming its way into my mind. "I suppose you do a lot of this stuff with
your buddies in the dorm?"

He smiled. I think he knew he had me on the hook and was going to reel me
in. "Yeah, me and my buds do a lot of bets and dares besides strip
poker. Also my team mates have a circle jerk after every game we win."

Now my interest was really peaked. He played basketball, and I'd seen some
of the guys on his team. Now I was imagining all those guys naked in the
locker room stroking their cocks. I felt a slight stirring in my boxers and
wished I had dressed before coming downstairs. I saw Jeff's eyes taking in
my naked chest and the slight stirring in my boxers.

"Getting to you?"

"Well, I'm not ancient. I've got a libido," I said.

"I can see that. Why don't you take it out and let me get a look at it up
close?" Jeff asked, adding, "I dare you."

Fuck, I thought. Why did he have to dare me? I never could resist a
dare. My hand was already casually rubbing across the front of my
boxers. "I really shouldn't."

"I double dare you," he said with a snicker.

My hand was finding its way into the fly of my boxers. "If I do this we
only play for today, do dares, play whatever way we want for this afternoon
and that's it."

"If that's what you want, Dad." Jeff said, sitting on the stool in front of
the counter, spreading his legs so I could see he was beginning to tent out
his sweatpants.

My fist wrapped around my shaft and I withdrew my cock in my kitchen, in
front of my son. I was already fully hard just thinking about what I was
doing. I fished my balls out of my fly as well, liking the way it felt to
stand there with my cock and balls hanging out of the fly of my boxers. I
slowly began stroking my shaft. "I accept your dare."

Jeff smiled. "Yeah Dad, that's hot. Stroke it."

"Why don't you take your sweatpants off?" I asked, adding, "I dare you."

Jeff slowly stood up, not taking his eyes off me, and pulled his sweatpants
down, stepping out of them, leaving him in a t-shirt and socks. His cock
was similar to mine, and probably as long and as wide. He started to stroke
his cock, matching my strokes. We stood watching each other for what seemed
like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.

"I'm getting close," I said.

"Don't cum yet," he said. He walked over to me, the first time getting
close enough to touch me. He stood right in front of me, stroking his
cock. "We look to be about the same size."

"Yeah, we do. Why not measure them and see?" I couldn't believe the words
coming from my mouth, but I'd gone this far, so why not really let go and
enjoy?

Jeff stripped off his t-shirt so now he was wearing only his socks. He
reached out and took hold of my boxers, pulling them down until we were
both naked. He stood up again, looked into my eyes, and stepped forward
until our cocks were pressed together. He took his fist and wrapped it
around both our shafts. "Yeah, it looks like we are equal in size," he
said.

The feeling of his body, his cock, pressed against mine, was wild. His
balls were smooth, like my own. I figured he shaved them as I did. I
couldn't resist. As he stroked both our cocks I slipped my arms around my
son and pulled his slightly hairy chest against my own. He was thrusting
his hips, as was I, feeling our cocks rubbing together. I looked into his
eyes and felt myself drawn in. I leaned forward, opened my mouth slightly,
and pressed my lips against his.

I felt his breath quicken, and then his tongue slip between my teeth. Our
lips pressed together, and his hand stroked our cocks faster and harder. I
broke our kiss and pulled back just far enough to look down at our cocks as
mine pulsed and streams of white hot cum erupted between us, up Jeff's
stomach and chest, and them ooze out over his tip and his hand. His cock
began pulsing and he began to cum, as I had; his cum splattering up my
stomach and chest.

After we both came we leaned forward again, pressing our cum covered bodies
together, our mouths seeking each other's tongues and then kissing with a
lust I hadn't felt in years.

When the kiss broke we stepped back and looked at each other. "Wow, we're a
mess," Jeff said.

"Yeah, we are," I agreed. "Let's go up and shower."

"Together?" He asked.

I smiled. "If you think we're gonna stop now that we've started, you've got
another thought coming. I wanna do some more exploring. I dare you?"

Jeff smiled.

The End?


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