Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2004 12:38:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Sweetstick26  <fantasy_fun26@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Final Frontier (gay/inc)

As always this story is an act of fiction and is not intended to be taken
seriously nor am I endorsing incest.  -- Sweetstick26


Final Frontier


            From the moment I was 12 years old I have been a sexual
maniac.  I would often play with my friends in northern Ohio and over the
summer we would experiment with all types of little games.  Timmy, my
best friend from down the street found an old Penthouse magazine and soon
we were both jerking off looking at the gorgeous ladies of that
magazine.  I was more interested in Timmy however and how he would stroke
his young hairless cock as I did mine.  I remember the first time I blew
my load.  I was with Timmy and all at once I felt the explosion welling
up.  I stopped and looked at him with a look of pleasured confusion.  He
asked, "What?" and soon I was shooting my little clear cum pellets out
onto the open magazine.

            As the months passed Timmy gained this ability and his
freckled face would bunch up, as he would unload out of his hard little
cut cock.  It was so innocent and fun.  We would spend hours at the
little shack we built in the woods. Most of the time we would run around
naked.  The sun would shine through the treetops bleaching his sandy
blonde hair and bronzing our skin.  Soon we began to experiment with oral
(I was hooked after the 1st time), and even anal sex once but Timmy
thought it was gross.  As the summers came and went Timmy and I both grew
up.  Timmy discovered his sexuality and girls and soon I was left alone.
Timmy had a girlfriend and I had fantasies.

            As a 16 year old I was not much different than when I was
12.  I had gotten taller and a deeper voice but did not grow a lot of
hair on my body.  My dad had helped me buy a car so I was by all means a
typical teenager.  My grades were all good and I had a great circle of
friends.  My social life was filled with fun.  However I lead a secret
life too.

            After I closed the door in my room I would lay slowly rubbing
my hard cock and thinking of how much I missed gay sex.  My hand slowly
working over the soft skin of my hard young cock while other hand rubbing
my shaved balls.  I would lube up my puckered ass and think how great it
would be to replace my butt plug with a real cock.  I was such a horny
slut.  As the cum would begin to flow I would catch it in my hand and rub
in onto my face and open mouth. I would savor my salty sweet flavor for a
moment, then swallow it down.  My ass would remain filled as I imagined a
sexy stud pounding my tender ass on his way to completion.  With my eyes
closed I could almost feel this studs hot breath and body.  Although I
had this man's shape, feel, and smell in my fantasies, he did not have a
face.  I just knew I needed to fuck him.  I needed to be a sexy slut for
some lucky man.

            After these sessions with myself I would hurry to put some
shorts on so if mom came in I wouldn't be naked and I would be
exhausted, as my sessions would often last an hour or more.  However, I
loved falling asleep with the cum flavor fresh on my tongue and warm on
my belly.  My thin frame sprawled across my full bed.  My nipples would
remain so hard for hours after my fun.  I then would slowly drift off to
dreamland and awake the next morning as my normal self.

 This cycle of nymphomania and relative norm lasted for years until one
day I woke up in the morning pretty early.  My dad is a distribution
manager for the local paper.  His job had him at work at 3am every
morning.  So he was usually long gone before I even came home sometimes.
On this morning however he was not gone and I was very thirsty.  I walked
by the master bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.  As I reached
the bottom of the stairs I looked into the den.  There I saw my father.
He was leaned back in his chair and his hands were moving about his naked
body.  He had abandoned all inhibitions as he stroked his magnificent
cock.  I thought I was dreaming but then made sure not to disturb him in
his glory.  Up and down he stroked his hard cock.  Spreading precum all
over his shaft and nuts as he moaned softly. As he did I looked to see
what he was looking at.  To my surprise the computer was off and my
fathers closed eyes told me he was in his special place.  His cock grew
so hard as I watched his fit body shake.  All at once he held his breath
and I nearly came at the sight of my father shooting rope after rope of
hot man juice onto his chest.  His left hand cupped his fuzzy balls as
the come seemed to flow out of him like a geyser.  His eyelids flickered
as he began to return to reality and I quickly walked away from doorway
and into the kitchen.

After a few minutes my father came out and I stood there in the faint
light of the refrigerator like I had no idea what had happened.  My
father was now fully dressed in his polo style work shirt, khakis, and
casual boots.  As I stared at him with subtlety I still saw the man who
only 10 minutes before was spraying hot white cream to my delight.  He
said good morning and asked why I was up.  I told him I was thirsty.  He
grabbed his keys and mumbled something about mom turning the heat up too
high all the time as he headed out the front door.  I was left standing
in the kitchen with my thoughts as I finished a Gatorade and then went
off to bed again.  During the final hours of my sleep I had a hot and
sexy dream.  A man was with me in my bed.  His strong arms held my hips
as his cock went in and out of my man pussy.  I felt those hands creep up
my back and end up on my shoulders as his hard thick cock banged me to
ecstasy.  As I let out a moan my dick erupted spraying cum onto my bed
sheets. I turned around to once again see the faceless man.  However this
time it was my dad. I watched his big hard cock slamming in and out of me
making me squirm with delight.  I turned over and my dad smiled as he
slid his cock back inside me.  I lifted and parted my soft legs and
pinched his nipples.  He then let out moan and brought his hard cock to
my mouth.  Oh I would finally taste his hot man juice.  I opened wide and
felt his cock pulsate and then the sound of an alarm and my mind swam up
through the layers of sleep and back to the real world.

            My dream that night haunted my mind.  Was I a freak for
wanting my own father?  Had I just remembered the man in the dream
wrong?  As I walked through the halls of school that day I was obviously
preoccupied.  My friends kept asking me what was wrong.  I couldn't tell
them what I was thinking so I would say I was feeling like I had the
flu.  Day after day went by and the impure thoughts of my father clouded
my mind.  As I sat in class reading textbooks my mind would journey to
hot incest with my own father.  I thought that I should see a shrink but
was too embarrassed.  After about 2 weeks of obsessing I decided that I
must have my dad inside me.  I must feel his hard cock in my hand as he
blasts those thick ropes of cum into my open mouth.  Finally, I need to
do it soon...to be continued


sweetstick26