Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 15:12:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Sweetstick26 <fantasy_fun26@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Final Frontier part 2 (gay, incest)

As always this story is an act of fiction and is not intended to be taken
seriously. I am not endorsing incest as a normal or decent lifestyle.  I
hope everyone enjoys the conclusion to the story.  I know it's a bit
long but if you make it through I think you will be
pleased...sweetstick26


The Final Frontier (part 2)


            My obsession with my father only helped our relationship.  I
was now so determined to get him to fuck me.  I would do my chores
without question and try my best to help him with the various projects he
had around the house.  In the evening after work we would lift weights
together and I would always have to have an excuse as to why I was
shirtless and in such tight shorts.  Dad didn't seem to mind the
bonding.  It really strengthened our relationship or at least we got
along well.  However, I just couldn't get myself to just ask him or even
attempt to tell him how bad I wanted him.  I loved it when he spotted me
when I did my squats in the garage.  His hands would be on my hips as I
went down with the weight.  If only his cock was there to meet my tight
hole when I went down.  The bench was equally arousing, as I would stare
up at my dad's cock as I pressed the weight from my chest.  Dad would be
staring at the cars parked in the driveway, obviously thinking of
something else.

            Needless to say, I was stuck with only fantasy as I tried to
find a way to get him to finally notice me.  Then I noticed a pattern in
my dad's behavior.  Every Tuesday morning he would get up earlier than
normal, and rub and stroke that big hard fuck stick of his like he had
that day when I first saw him do it.  It had been a total of 4 months
since I first saw the man in my dream was my dad.  As the weekend passed
I got a little drunk with some friends at a party and even made out with
some chick that was there.  She really didn't interest me but Tuesday
did.

After waking up Sunday morning, I called a place down town. It was a
beauty shop that also did waxing.  I got an appointment for Monday after
school and hung up.  I was going to have my ass and balls waxed.  I had
it done once before at that place but it had been a while.  Not that I am
hairy but I do feel so much sexier when I'm a smooth slut.  Dad came in
the room as I hung up the phone.  He asked who it was and I told him I
had to get a haircut.  He smiled and commented about how "pretty" I try
to be.  I told him not to bitch unless I stop working with him on his
projects.  He shook his head and did his usual mumbling as he walked
toward the garage.  I went into the garage and asked if he needed help
with the bookshelf he was sanding.  He said sure and we shot the bull
about his job and my school as we sanded away the old varnish and paint.
He asked if was going to try out for track again this year.  I told him I
was and that I hoped to go all state in the 100m high hurdles.  He
laughed a bit looking at me.  "You got that running ability from your
Mom."  I smiled and replied.  "I know.  I've seen you run Dad!"   He
tussled my hair and then started sanding again.  "Get to work son."
The small talk continued for a few hours and then ended.  Dad had to work
the next morning and I had school.

On Monday morning I showed up downtown at Julie's Boutique for my
waxing.  The reaction I got when they saw what I was there for was
comical.  Then a cute young blonde showed me to the room.  I stripped
down to my boxers and waited for a moment.  Then the door opened and my
eyes locked on Phillip.  I smiled at him trying not laugh.  Phillip was
the stereo typical, feminine, fabulous, gay man.  He walked in and saw me
sitting there in my boxers.  Phillip can simply be described as Jack from
"Will & Grace".  His hair was short, his knowledge of Broadway
show-tunes was extensive and his body was slender.  He looked me over and
spoke up

 "Well Hello."

 "Hey what's going on?" I replied.

"Obviously, you" he snickered. He then continued.

"Well in case you haven't figured it out I'm here to make you writhe
in pain...I mean wax you"   I didn't find his humor all that funny.

"Well let's just get it over with." I replied.

With that I removed my boxers and rolled onto my stomach.  Phillip began
spreading the warm wax over my ass and into my crack.  He commented that
I was the least naturally hairy man to be in here for this.  Thank god I
was.  As the strips were pulled it stung but not like it would for
someone like my dad who is pretty fuzzy.  After he finished my ass I
rolled over and he began to rub the wax onto my balls.  His soft hands
touching me felt really good.  I soon had an erection that he admired.
Taking my hard cock in his soft hand he smiled.  "It's a shame I still
have to wax your balls.  This I gonna deflate like blown out tire".  His
hand on my hard cock was a welcome pleasure in this painful event.  Soon
he pulled off the strips of paper.  Again, it stung but he was good at
going in the right direction.  After getting the strips off he went to
the sink and brought cool water and began to bath my balls and ass.  My
flaccid cock soon sprang back to life to the delight of Phillip.  "Your
cock is very nice."  He continued in his joking way.  "I would know,
I've seen my share."  I just lay there relaxing in the moment.  His
soft hands ran up and down my smooth balls with the cloth washing me
clean and cooling the red warm skin of my sensitive balls.  To his
surprise I gave no opposition when he began to stroke my hard cock.  The
precum flowed freely and soon Phillip locked the door and bent to lick it
off.  "Mmmm, yeah Phillip. This is great service.  Suck that dick for
me."  He paused and looked at me.  "Mmm your dick tastes so good!"  I
smiled at him and replied, "Wait to hit the cream filled center!"  This
sent a wave of energy through Phillip like he had just hit a popper and
soon his head was sucking down my whole 7 inches of cut cock.  I thrust
to meet his bobbing head and felt his two fingers pressing at my ass. He
looked at me as his finger tip slid into my ass.  "I got another
customer coming in like 2 minutes and I really want to swallow your
load!"  With that I fucked his mouth...his drool running down and
lubricating his fingers as the probed my ass.  It was in no time that I
shot off a big load, with Phillip moaning and whimpering in delight as
the cum hit the back of his throat.  His slender finger tickling my sweet
spot as pumped his head up and down my glistening cock.  He then slowly
rose up off my cock making sure to clean the man cream off of it.  I saw
a little on his lip and he then licked it and smiled devilishly at me.
"That's the best tip I've got all day.  Come back soon!"   He then
walked out and I was left in my afterglow as I gathered up my clothes.  I
walked from the salon that day with a smile on my face that was ear to
ear.

My dad hadn't arrived yet when I returned home.  I finished my homework
and then watched some T.V.  Dad came in and kissed mom, then went and sat
down in his easy chair.  Soon after dinner he fell asleep, as did I.  Mom
woke us both up and I went to my bedroom and mom and dad theirs.  I set
my alarm for early and when I went off I nearly shut it off not
thinking.  Then I remembered and listened for dad.  He was in the shower
as I could hear it running.  I listened and watched the dark hallway,
waiting for the bathroom light to be cast upon the hallway wall telling
me dad was coming.  I pulled off the t-shirt I had been sleeping and put
on my tight boxer briefs.  I then saw the light and the shadow of my
father's figure on the wall outside my open bedroom   I saw him as he
passed headed to the staircase.  Even in the dim light I saw his hard
cock pressing against his boxers.  I waited a few moments grabbed some
lube and descended the stairs after putting it into my boxer briefs.
Once again my father was in his den.  He leaned back in his chair; eyes
closed, and slowly stroked his hard cock.  Immediately I was hard and my
ass was automatically relaxing to prepare for his big cock.  My heart
racing like an engine in the red as I slowly made my way across the
carpeted floor.  A desk lamp on its lowest setting dimly let the room.  I
thought that any moment my dad would hear my thunderous heartbeat.  I
kneeled and crawled the last 4 feet toward his open legs.  I reached with
fingertips and I shook in apprehension as they finally touched the inside
of his thighs just a few inches above his knees.

It was almost slow motion as he looked down upon me there between his
legs.  For a moment he was in disbelief.  He then snapped out of it and
realized that his son was there and was seeing his hard cock as he rubbed
it.  To my surprise he did not jump up.  He backed away and kept his
rational about him.  He spoke in that shouting type whisper.

"What are you doing?"

I looked at him, his cock and then into his eyes intentionally trying to
show how bad I wanted him.  I kissed the inside of his thigh.  "Dad, I
want you so bad!" I begged.

"This is not right!" he whispered down to me.  "You're my son."  I
kissed the inside of his thigh but higher up on it this time.  "Please
daddy?"  My hand now ran up him, feeling his weighty balls and hard
cock.  "I want to feel your hard cock in my mouth, and in my ass."  I
begged him as if my life were to end.  "Please let me suck you dad! I
wanna taste your cum soo bad!"  He did not respond nor did he move.  I
was on my knees and soon I grasped the base of his hard cock and opened
my mouth.  The taste of his precum was sweet and salty.  However it was
different than mine.  I savored his cock's head as it sat upon my
tongue.  I then slowly took it down further and further as my dad leaned
back in his chair as if he was jerking his cock again.  The speed at
which I bobbed my head on his cock increased as I felt him lose his
reservations about the situation he was in.  Soon his "working man"
hands were upon my short hair as he thrust his dick in and out of my
mouth.  My fingertips roamed about his naked fuzzy body pinching his
nipples and going over his little beer belly.  I smiled at him as he
looked down at me. His precum really flowed at the sensation of me
sucking him.  His breathing was shallow but he did not really moan.  Dad
was always a man of self-control.  I knew he was on the brink of cumming
but I could not let him do it just yet.  I stopped sucking and he grabbed
his cock to milk the cum from it.  I grabbed his wrist, surprising him,
and told him no.  I then grabbed his balls that were so close to his body
as he was about to spurt and pulled them away from his pelvis gently.  I
was not sure how he would react as pulled my boxer briefs down showing my
trimmed hair and shaved sack.  I turned around and bent over.  My ass was
smooth and round.  I grabbed the lube, as it had fallen to the floor with
my boxers and squirted it in my hand.  I quickly rubbed it up and down my
crack and I slid a finger into my tight star.  Dad quickly realized my
intentions and looked at me.  "Son, this has gone far enough! I will not
fuck you in your ass!"

I replied; "Why not dad? It will feel so good for you and me I
promise!"

"It's not right..."

"I looked over my shoulder...please just slide in me once dad...please"

My dad battled with himself for a few seconds and stood up.  I backed up
a bit and then leaned against his office chair.  My ass was lubed up and
ready.  Then I felt the head of his hard cock pressed against me.  I
relaxed and saw my dad almost yelp in pleasure as he slid inside my wet
asshole.  I knew after two pumps he was in heaven as I begged him to fuck
me good.  In and out he pounded my ass.  I looked back at his fuzzy chest
as he did.  My dream was coming true as I stroked my hard cock.  His dick
felt so good going in and out of me I could hardly stroke my dick more
than 3 or 4 times before feeling the urge to cum.  Dad's self-control
slipped a bit as he slapped my ass.  "Damn boy, your ass is smoother
than most women's!"   I pushed back against him.  I felt him pulsating
again and I moved forward letting his hard cock fall from my ass.  I laid
myself on the floor with my legs spread wide.  Just like in my dream my
dad smiled as the head of his hard cock slid into me.  At this point he
was enjoying our hot romp together for what it was.  My hands rested on
his pecs as he fucked me deep.  I stroked my hard cock and he even
grabbed it for a moment and pumped my lubed meat.  This threw his rhythm
off a bit and soon he let go, leaned forward with my legs upon his
shoulder and pumped inside my ass fast and deep.  I was in pure pleasure
as I watched a drop of sweat form on his forehead and fall onto my
glistening chest.  Stroking my cock I was soon shooting my white cum and
struggling to contain my loud moans.  Dad was running his hands all over
my body spreading my cum.  "FUCK ME DAD" I whimpered in bliss.  "I'm
your little slut right now!"  My dad's moans deepened and I could tell
he was on the brink.  I quickly pulled away from him, slapped his hand
away from his cock, as he got ready to stroke it.  I popped in my mouth
tasting the lube, my asshole, sweat and precum.  It made an erotic
mixture that was so good as I rubbed his cock and sucked half of it in.
I stroked and sucked dad's cock as I sat on the carpet leaning forward.
He tried to push my head away but I held fast and soon his hot jism was
spraying out and into my mouth.  I nearly came again at the flavor and
amount my dad shot.  Swallow after swallow was not enough to down all his
cum.  I was in heaven though, even as it ran out and onto my chin and my
chest. His hands had gone from pushing me away to pulling me in as I
savored his cum.   "DAD YOU TASTE SOO FUCKING GOOD" I whispered through
pleasure-clenched jaws.  My dad stared down at me in disbelief as I
cleaned his cock thoroughly.  I wanted every drop of his cum.  I stroked
his cock getting the final drops and then lay back on the carpet.  The
sublime feeling of cum in my mouth and all over my body washing over me
left me with a smile.

Dad say for a minute, silent and then proceeded to get ready for work.
To this day we still have sex occasionally but not very often.  Our
relationship is as good as ever with me still helping him sand down
furniture for refinishing.  However, if you walk by dad's study on
Tuesday morning at around 4am, you may be shocked to see the all-
American dad feeding his high school son more than just knowledge.