Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 03:57:03 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: DILTF -- Chapter 2 -- Jeff'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 -- Chapter 2 -- Jeff's Story
By R. A. Swain

I knew I lucked out when I went on-line and saw one of my dad's screen
names, Franknfutter, logged into the m4m group. I'd always hoped, and
suspected he swung, and had tried snooping on his computer many times;
that's how I got his screen names, but I couldn't do more without his
passwords and those I couldn't get.

So when I saw him logged in, and read his message looking to play I
couldn't resist. I wasn't sure I was going to reveal who I was to him, but
after getting him to stroke his cock for me I was so turned on I figured I
had to take it to the next step. I didn't know if things would progress
once I was home on Saturday, but I had to try.

After getting dad naked in the kitchen, and having our first mutual orgasm,
we showered. The hot water in the shower felt good beating down on me, and
even better when dad started soaping up my body, touching every inch of me,
exploring with his hands, and me exploring his hard body with my hands;
soaping up his cock and balls, standing behind him, reaching around, and
rubbing my own cock against his hard ass while stroking his long, thick,
hard shaft.

We finished showering and dried off. Dad led me to the bedroom, his and my
mother's bedroom. He led me to the bed. "Since this is a day of
experimenting, I'd like to try something I've fantasized about doing to you
since I saw you on the web cam last week."

"And that would be what?" I asked.

Frank smiled. "Sixty-nine."

Now it was my turn to smile. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking
at my father's hard cock bobbing about in front of me, and I reached out,
grabbing it and guiding his cock into my open mouth, my hands running up
and down his hairy thighs and over his muscular ass. He moaned and tossed
his head back.

"Oh yeah, Jeff. Suck me."

My lips ran up and down his shaft, taking in more of his cock each time I
went further down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and my tongue
exploring his balls. I felt him pull back, and then lay down next to me,
facing my cock. I never imagined how hot his mouth would feel on my cock,
or how out of control I would feel as his lips expertly caressed my
cock. He pulled off of my cock and began licking my balls. Having my dad
suck my cock and lick my balls was amazing. Just thinking about it got me
even harder. I felt my cock throb under his lips, and his cock throb
between mine.

I felt him moan as I sucked his cock. His moaning vibrated my cock right to
my balls. I think he knew what he was doing, because he began to hum,
causing me to shiver with excitement. I reciprocated, feeling him pick up
his thrusts. Once again he was fucking my face as I fucked his. After a few
minutes he pulled back. "Let's not cum right now. I want to play some
more."

"Me too," I said. "What have you got in mind?"

He leaned back on the pillows and casually lay there stroking his cock. He
reached out and took hold of my cock and began stroking me. "I'm not sure
exactly what I want to do. I mean, I haven't played with my own son
before. What do you and your buddies do besides circle jerks in the locker
room after winning a game?"

"Well, we do all sorts of things," I replied. "We jerkoff to see who can
shoot the farthest, or the fastest, or who can hold out the
longest. Sometimes we go for walks around the campus or the dorm."

"Naked?"

"Yeah. Like a game of follow the leader. We go to see who will walk the
farthest, or do the wildest thing."

"What kind of things have you done?" he asked.

"I'm not sure I should tell you everything. What kind of things have you
done?"

"Now what kind of father would I be if I told you about some of the wild
sexual stuff I've done?"

I had to admit he had a point. "How about a game of truth or dare?" I
suggested.

Frank smiled. "You know I'm intrigued enough to go for it. I can't resist
dares."

"Cool. Who goes first?"

"It was your idea, so here's the deal. Answer a truth or show me your
favorite way to stroke your cock?" Dad said.

"That's easy. I'll stroke for you. One minute." I reached down and began to
stroke my shaft, while twisting my wrist which twisted my cock as
well. Every time my fist came up to my tip I would rub my thumb over my
tip. After a few seconds I capped my palm over my tip, and began rotating
my cock around like a stick shift. Dad watched intently, as I played with
myself.

"Time's up," he finally said.

I reluctantly released my hard cock and leaned up on my elbows. "Okay Pop,
answer a truth or walk out the mailbox while stroking your cock."

"Damn. What's the question?"

"Aside from me, who was the last guy you messed around with like this?"

Frank paused. "Walk outside or tell you about the last time I sixty-nined
with a guy?"

"Walk outside stroking yourself, or tell me who the last guy was that you
messed around with?"

Frank paused again. "Okay, I'll tell you. I messed around with Gil
Thompson, from across the street."

I smiled. "Joey's dad? Details?"

"Gil and I played a game of strip darts one afternoon. We were just joking
around at first, and when I won the first round, he took off his
shirt. Soon we were playing in earnest and soon both of us were naked. We
then upped the ante to stroking ourselves for one minute, then it upped to
stroking the winner, then sucking the winner, then we just fell into a
sixty-nine."

"Damn. You and Joey's dad sucked each other off? Wild."

"Yeah, it was. Now tell me about something you've done with one of your
buddies, or walk out and get the mail."

I smiled. "What if the mail isn't here?"

"Um, go check for it."

"I'll get the mail."

"Huh?"

"Didn't think I'd stroll outside naked?" I asked.

"Well, no. So you're gonna take the dare?"

"Yeah." With that I got up off the bed, went down stairs and out the front
door, dad following me and watching me walk to the end of the driveway,
stroking my cock all the way. Once I got back dad was sitting on the couch,
stroking his cock.

"Nice. You called my bluff."

"Yeah, now it's you're turn. Where's the most public place you've been
naked with a hard on with guys around, or go out in the backyard and stroke
your cock until you cum?"

"I'm guessing you'd do it if I dared you to do it. Okay, the most public
place was on the golf course with your Uncle Mark and my buddy Jerry. We
played for dares. I lost and had to play three holes naked and hard."

"Whoa! You and Uncle Mark play these types of games?"

Frank paused. "Um, yeah. Mark and I have played dare games since we were
kids."

"How about a game of pool?"

"You wanna play pool?"

"Yeah dad. Only how about this? We play while we order a pizza. Strip pool
and the loser answers the door naked?"

"You're on. Go get dressed. Shirt, pants, boxers or briefs, socks and
shoes."

I smiled. I was going to get to beat the pants off my dad. "Meet ya in the
den in five minutes," I said. We both raced upstairs.

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

I got back down to the den and racked up the balls in the pool table. I
took a few practice breaks while I waited. I still had butterflies in my
stomach. Even after all I'd done with my dad so far, I still couldn't
believe I was playing strip games with him and had sucked his cock, or that
he sucked mine. If all I had planned were to work, I'd have to push my
dad's limits.

It really helped that my dad is only 42, and has kept himself in good
shape. He's not buff, but he has a flat stomach, hairy legs, slightly hairy
legs, nice pecs, and a fantastic cut cock. He's about 7 inches hard, and 3
inches around, so long and thin, like me. He shaves his balls and shaft,
like I do, and keeps his bush trimmed.

His kisses were something else. I hadn't expected that, and when he pressed
his lips against mine it was just natural for me to slip my tongue in his
mouth. It felt so wild to tongue wrestle my dad, and definitely got my cock
throbbing.

Dad cleared his throat when he came into the den. "So practicing to beat
your old man?"

I smiled. "Yes. I figure you've had a lot more practice on this table."

"So rack `em up, and I'll let you break."

"Cool."

"How are we doing this? Strip on each ball, or each game, or what?'

I paused. "Strip on each ball. Once one of us is naked we play for the
number of balls left on the table. Loser puts on a stroke show, out on the
patio for the winner. One minute for each ball left on the table."

Frank smiled. "Plus the first guy naked answers the door when the pizza
arrives."

"Wanna make it loser answers the door naked and hard?" I asked.

"That's pushing it."

"We don't have to."

"No, I'll risk it." Frank said.

I cued up and broke; getting a stripe in the corner pocket. "Looks like
you're solids."

"Yup." Frank said. He lined up a shot and I reluctantly toed off a shoe. He
lined up another shot and my other shoe came off.

"Damn, you're good." I said, wondering if the pizza guy would be someone I
knew from high school?  Dad missed the next shot and I got to run the table
for four shots, getting him barefoot.

"Looks like I have to play better," Frank said, lining up a shot.

Soon I was barefoot and shirtless. Dad definitely was a good player, but I
got control of the table again and got his shirt. "Cool. We're even. This
shot'll get your pants."

"If you miss it I'll run the table."

I wondered how I was gonna do.  I got my next shot and dad slowly opened
his belt.

"Damn, I guess you beat the pants off your old man again." He said, opening
the waist button and then gently tugging the zipper down. He stood back
from the table and let his pants fall to his ankles, revealing green plaid
cotton boxers, tenting slightly.

"Looks like getting naked excites you," I said.

Frank looked down at his bulging boxers. "It's the exhibitionist in me. I
still pop boners in the locker room at the gym, but try to hide it."

"Really? We'll have to workout sometime at the college gym. I dare you?"

"Next week."

"Yeah, and I dare you not to hide it if you pop a boner." I said, lining up
my next shot. The cue ball clicked gently to 10 and sunk it. "You lose the
shorts." I watched my dad loop his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers
and tug them down, revealing a semi-hard cock.

"You win," he said.

"Yeah, I do, but you're not hard enough to answer the door yet."

"Damn," Frank muttered. He reached down and took hold of his shaft and
began stroking it. "Fully hard? I hope the delivery guy is one who knows
me, or we could get in trouble."

The doorbell rang and I smirked. "We'll find out now." I watched dad push
his cock down and let it spring back up, slapping against his stomach. He
walked to the door and I watched from the den.

"Hi Joey," Frank said to the pizza guy, a friend of Jeff's from high
school.

"Hi Mr. Landers. I guess I caught you in the middle of something." I heard
Joey Thompson saying. Damn, that got me hard, knowing Joey Thompson, the
kid from across the street, was seeing my dad naked and hard.

"I've got a big tip here if you don't tell anyone you saw me like this,"
Frank said, handing Joey the money.

"You do have a nice tip," Joey said.

"I was playing a little game and lost." Frank explained.

"Cool payoff." Joey said. "You're not the first one of my friend's dads
I've seen naked, but definitely the first one I've seen hard. Have
fun. Catch you later, Mr. Landers."

Frank carried the pizza back to the den. "That was lucky it was Joey. Well
I've got four balls left on the table.  If you sink the eight ball I do a
show for you out on the patio."

I smiled. "Yeah." I lined up the shot and sunk the eight ball. "Care to eat
and then step outside for some fun?"

Frank shrugged. "You're on."

We ate pretty fast, me all the while staring at my dad's hard cock that
didn't go limp while he ate. "You want the last piece?" I asked.

"No, you can have it."

"I've got an idea," I said. "After you stroke out on the patio for me for
four minutes, we rest for ten, then we have a contest like my buddies and I
sometimes do. We see who can cum the fastest. Loser is the guy to cum
second. We jerkoff on the pizza and the loser eats the slice after he blows
his load on it."

Frank laughed. "Oh man, the ookie cookie."

"The what?"

"A game I've played a few times with buddies in high school and college,
and with your Uncle Mark. You're on. But first I've got some outdoor
stroking to do. I just hope the neighbors aren't around."

I followed dad out onto the patio, me still in my pants and boxers, him
naked. The backyard is fenced and we've got trees around the border, plus
the pool, so it isn't like we're right on top of our neighbors. One
neighbor, the Wilcox's have a deck in the back of their house and could see
into our yard if they were out there.

Dad sat down on a lawn chair and spread his leg in front of me. "Ready for
a show?"

"Four minutes, then we can have our contest," I said.

Dad leaned back in the chair and began stroking his cock. I watched how my
father jerked his meat. We had similar styles, I noted, doing the wrist
twist. I also noted he liked to rub his thumb over the tip of his cock as
he stroked himself.  Dad paid extra attention to the tip of his cock, more
than I do to mine. My tip is very sensitive, so a little touching goes a
long way.

I watched the time and reluctantly stopped him after he paid up on our
bet. "So do you want to do the contest out here, or in the house?"

"I think in the house is better. We can both get naked and relax doing it."
He said.

I smirked. "I can get naked out here just as easy. Hey, what did you mean
when you said it was lucky it was Joey who delivered the pizza?"

"Joey has seen me naked once before. I answered the door in a towel that
time, and it fell off. He said it was cool, and not to worry about it. I
didn't cover up that time." Frank explained.

"So you've got a secret life I don't know anything about?" Jeff said with a
smirk. He dropped his pants, and stood there in his boxers. "So a little
outdoor fun is next?" He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers
and stripped them down. Once again naked in front of his father.

Frank stood up and faced his son. "I'm ready if you are?"

Jeff looked at his father and wondered if his father could cum faster than
he could? He began stroking his cock, while watching his father stroke
himself. He really enjoyed looking at his father naked. His hairy legs and
abs were really hot for a guy his age, plus his trimmed pubes really turned
Jeff on.

Jeff felt his cock surge and throb in his hand. "Man dad, you look really
hot."

Frank felt his breath coming short. "You do too. I never thought I'd get so
turned on by my own son jerking off in front of me, but I've got to tell
you, it's like watching myself twenty years ago."

Jeff paused for a moment, looking more closely at his father as if seeing
him for the first time. "So I'm looking in a mirror of my future when I see
you touching yourself and stroking yourself?"

Frank smiled. "I guess so. You're looking at your future and I'm looking at
my past, in a way."

"I guess both are equally hot," Jeff said, stroking faster.

"Yeah," Frank replied. "Oh yeah!" He moaned and his cock pulsed.

Jeff watched his father shoot his load on the slice of pizza on the table
before them. Several streams of cum splashed down on the slice. "Damn. I
really thought I'd win this one."

Frank stepped back and took a deep breath. "Wow. I really blasted that
time. Now it's your turn."

Jeff felt his cock erupting at the sight of his father's still dripping
cock. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Oh! Fuck!"

Frank watched Jeff's load join his on the slice of pizza and laughed. "Bon
appétit."

Jeff looked at the cum covered pizza. "Fuck. A bet's a bet." He picked up
the slice and closed his eyes and took a bit. "Salty," he said. "Kinda
gross, but this is turning me on, thinking about eating my dad's cum."

Frank absentmindedly stroked his cock while watching his son eat the cum
covered pizza. "Yeah, it's hot watching you do this." He said, stepping up
to his son and taking his cock in his hand.

Jeff froze for a second at the feeling of his father's hand on his cock. He
just kept eating the pizza, choking down each bite as his father stroked
him. He finished the slice. "Well, that was more than I expected." He
reached out and took hold of his father's cock and pumped it.

Both men stood there stroking each other's cocks. "We'd better take this
inside before the Tony Wilcox comes out on his deck and sees us."  Frank
said.

"Would it embarrass you to be seen like this by Mr. Wilcox?"

"No, but I don't think he'd understand me jerking my son off, even if my
son is an adult."

Jeff reluctantly followed his father inside, looking at his ass, realizing
how hot his father's ass was. Now was the time to push the envelope. "Hey
dad, what are you doing Tuesday night?"

"Nothing in particular, why?"

"I dare you to come to my dorm room."

Frank turned to look at his son. "What's up?"

"Just come and find out. I dare you."

"Okay. Now can we go inside, shower again, and maybe try sixty-nining one
more time?" Frank asked.

Check out the next chapter, in Jeff's dorm room.


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