From: omme@post3.tele.dk (Omme.dk)
Subject: Fisherboys son (semi-incest, m/m, dad/soninlaw, brothers)
Date: Sat, 15 Mar 1997 19:49:31 GMT

                          Fisherboys son

                                By
                           J. Ommestrup


      Peter and I arrived around 7 on the Friday before the "official "
gathering and we both knew that the family would already have eaten and
that we would probably have to go into town to get something.  We would
have to go into town anyway, Jackie, Peters little sister, would probably
want us to get some sweets for later.  The usual routine.  I really hated
these times.  We only came because Peters mum wanted to gather the family
again.  She was the same, each two month it was time for the family
gathering and with the summer weather in full bloom we were in for a real
picnic.  A well, Chris would be coming.  That was Peters big brother.  He's
a real peace of work, married with Lissy, the horniest girl on this side of
hell.  That girl had tried just about all that was to try within the
boundaries of sex.  From S&M to erotica, she had more pictures of her ass
than her face.  Chris meet her on holiday in a strip joint in Greece where
they were both on holiday and since that day he has developed a natural
talent for falling into the same sexual holes that she keeps attracting.
It must be karmic, or at least bad luck.  We first heard about their new
found talents one day when we were going to visit them.  We walked into the
hall of their flat and heard Chris in the bathroom with someone, first we
thought that they were having a quickie before dinner, but then Lissy
walked out of the living room and Margaret was right on her heels.
Margaret and Tommy were some friends that we knew they had a few hot flings
with, but the sounds from the bathroom were not the usual sounds of
splashing water.  No they sounded more like fucking.  Well, we all walked
into the living room and 20 minutes later Chris and Tommy walked in.  Who
cares anyway.  Peter and I fucked each other, sometimes with a friend of
ours as well.  They say it runs in the family anyway.  You should hear the
stories that the granny keeps tell us, let me tell you this is one horny
village here.  Well it was.
      Back to the story, we walked into the family living room and sure
enough they had all eaten.  Peters mum, Mrs. B as I call her, does this to
get to me, I'm sure.  Peters dad, Joe, was fast asleep on the couch as per
usual.  The man was a fisher and was out every morning at 5 am howling to
nets.  At the age of 45 he was a very well built man.  You probably
couldn't scrape an ounce of fat of his body, no it was all pure hard
muscle.  As it well should be after 25 years of fishing.  Anyway Jackie ran
up to hug Peter, I said hello and of to the grill bar we went.  The rest of
the night was spent like usual when visiting the family.  We saw a film on
TV and then Jackie, Peter and I walked upstairs to talk and eat sweets
"till the cows come home".
      Peter was never horny when here, with his parents downstairs and I
was put on this earth to fuck.  I'm sure that God put this succubus curse
on me just to see how I would handle it.  I'm the kind of person that likes
to fuck in the morning, for lunch, at tea time, when watching TV, put
bluntly I like to fuck every minute of my existence.  I'm sure my first
words were "fuck me".  So the next morning I got out of bed horny as hell.
      Just to make my life a living hell Chris arrived and told us all that
he was inviting us all over to Lissys parents beach house down by the
beach.  Great there would be a million people down by the beach showing
their flesh and I hadn't had any sex.  All I needed now was for Mrs.B to
announce that the family could spend the day together then.  Before my
thought finished she did indeed announce the "great and wonderful " idea.
Peter and I went upstairs got our swim suits and off to the beach house we
went.  I must admit that the day was wonderful, with high temperatures and
the sun blazing down on us all.  Mrs. B had made some kind of fruit salad
with melons in it.  Chuncky stile.  Chris was swimming back and forth must
of the day.  Well he had the body for it.  Joe, Peters dad, had his
swimming trunks on.  For his age he really did have the sexiest body.  Very
little body hair, not like Peter.  He was a bear in comparison.  Peter was
well muscled, but his dad was a monstrosity of muscle.  I have never seen
his cock in the 4 years I have come here.  But I'm sure that Joe is as well
hung as his son.  Later that day Lissy came down to the beach announcing
that she had just talked with the nursing school and the results of her
exams had come early.  She was now a qualified nurse.  Everybody
congratulated her and Mrs. B said she would make a meal out of it.
      By 6 pm that same day we were all sitting at the dinning table
outside in the front garden of Peter's parents' house.  I must admit that
Mrs. B could really make a feast for a king.  There was every thing on the
table and she had bought some really good wine and everybody were well on
the way to getting drunk and the music was turning this evening into a real
party.  We talked and laughed and generally had fun.  By 10 pm I decided to
go to the backyard, they had an ancient fruit orchard out back and when I'm
here I love to walk there.  I found a quiet place in the orchard, a bench I
made a year back.  I sat there for a while when I saw Joe walk into the
orchard.  He walked over the fence at the back.  He hadn't seen me because
when he reached the fence and that was only 3 feet away from me, he
unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.  I would for once in me life
now see the cock that had made Peter.  The thing was about the same size as
Peters.  It was uncut and it had a huge mushroomed cockhead.  I judged it
to be about the same length as Peters.  But the difference with this cock
was that it had that mature look about it.  The man pissed on the fence and
when he was finished he gave it a couple good shakes.  More that was usual
I think.  He was about to put it away when he turned his face and saw me
looking at him.  He just shrugged his shoulders and put the beautiful piece
of meat away and walked back to the party.  Peter arrived a couple of
seconds after his dad had left.  I told him that I had just seen his dads
cock, Peter and I had this more or less tabu fantasy about doing his dad,
but I had never seen his dad's cock until now.  Peter had told me that he
had seen it once when his dad was in the bathroom.  He had said that he
really had to pis back then and he knew that his dad was showering.  He had
knocked on the door and his dad had said that he could go for a piss if it
was that pressing.  After he had relieved himself he had turned and his dad
had said that he should stay and talk.  They had talked while his dad had
showered. Peter had said that he was sure that his dad had washed his cock
a bit much and that he was sure that it usually wasn't that big.  We had
jerked many times to that fantasy and even built on it.  Anyway I reached
my hand over to feel Peters crotch and sure enough he was hard.  That's
when we saw Chris walk up to us.  He saw me holding his brothers cock,
smiled and unzipped his kaki shorts.  Now we had sucked him before but
that's another story.  He pulled his 10" cock out and moved his meat
towards Peter's face.  He really didn't know what to do now.  His parents
being only yards around the house.  But the wine was helping him think
again, and the thought about me seeing his dads piece of meat.  I unzipped
Peter and took his cock into my mouth.  We sucked for a minute or two,
Chris was whispering that he was about to come.  I took his meat in my
mouth and swallowed what he gave.  Peter licked what I missed and came on
the ground.  I blew my load next to Peter.  We put our cocks away and
hurried back to join the party.
      By 1 am Mrs. B and Jackie said they would go to bed.  Chris and Lissy
took their car and off to their flat they went.  Joe said he would watch a
film on cable.  Peter said he was real tired.  Well I could join Peter or
Joe.  I wasn't tired.  I lay next to Joe on the couch.  He sat with his
feet on the coffee table and we watched "wild orchids", the scenes were
pretty hefty.  About mid-way through the film Joe took his shirt of.  God
that man had a lot of muscle.  My eyes followed every curve on his chest
and then down his stomach.  He had opened his jeans to get the shirt off
and hadn't closed them again.  I could see the top of his pubic area and
the start of his jockies.  I couldn't see the bulge, but seeing his body
really gave me a hard-on.  Luckily I was on my stomach.  We watched more of
the film and suddenly he reached down and pulled his cock out.  I lay there
staring at his meat.  It was a beauty in the light of the living room.  It
wasn't hard but it was beautiful.  With the head half covered by skin and
the single vein snaking it's way to the root and base of his dark hairy
balls.  His cock gave a jerk and grew a bit.  With each jerk the cock
became larger and harder.  Within moments his meat stood at 7" inches of
hard flesh.  The cockhead round and hard.  Joes cock wasn't as big as I
thought, but big enough.  Peters was a bit bigger.  Both of their cocks
looked very similar.  It gave a small jerk with each heart beat.  It was
perfection on a man.  It was about 3- 3,5" around with the cockhead fully
exposed to the world.  I looked up but he was looking at the movie.  I
reach my hand up.  As my hand wrapped around his throbbing cock he closed
his eyes, but said nothing.  I moved my hand up and down his meat.  His
cock was hard and yet it was soft at the same time.  It wasn't granite but
he could easily force his meat into a hot ass.  Joe just stared at the
film.  I moved closer to his meat.  My lips touched his cockhead.  A drop
of pre-cum escaped.  It was salty, more than Peter's.  The smell from his
nuts was alot deeper and more spiced than Peter's.  My mouth slipped around
his pulsating meat.  I heard him exhale a breath of ecstasy.  I started
slowly to move my mouth up and down on the meat that had made Peter.  He
never moved a muscle.  I reached up and pulled his jeans to the ground.
His balls were heavy with cum.  Big enough so that I wouldn't be able to
take both nuts into my mouth.  I moved my tongue down the shaft towards
those hairy smelly balls.  I sucked on them for a few minutes.  Them I
moved my hungry mouth between his muscled legs.  First I sniffed his musky
manhood, then I flicked my tongue out.  His spicy muskiness turned my mind
to mush.  I licked the skin just under his balls and he moaned ever so
silently, but he did spread his legs further.  I sucked and nibbled his
skin for what seemed a millennia.  Then my mouth moved further down and I
licked his hot sweaty asshole.  God he was hot.  I licked and sucked and
when I forced my tongue into his crack, he just moaned and lifted his leg
slightly.  After a moment of rimming he grabbed the back of my hair and
pulling me by the hair he lifted my face up to the tip of his engorged meat
and force my face down the length of it.  I could take him, I was used to
Peter.  Still holding the hairs of my neck he forced me to suck faster and
hard.  Suddenly I felt a jerk and hard jab in my throat and I knew that he
would blow in seconds.  He pulled my face up so that only his mushroomed
head was in my mouth.  The cum came into my mouth like lava blowing out of
a volcano.  God it was hot and salty.  He must have blown five times and
each time it was getting harder for him not to scream.  His cum was
creamier than Peter's and a lot more tasty.  It cum was thick and I
swallowed each globule.  I blew into me trousers.  I sucked on his meat
until it got half hard.  His breathing was hard, but he couldn't make to
much noise with his wife being only next door.  When his cock was flassid
again I got up and walked upstairs.
      The next morning we were told the Joe was out fishing and would be
back later.  I thought of telling Peter, but then I decided that maybe I
should wait till we were back home.  That evening at the table Joe told
Mrs.B that he would drive us home and that he would stay a couple of nights
with us if it was okey because he had something to do in town.  We both
nodded and she just said ok and asked when he would be back.  He told her
that he might stay a couple of days and finish with the new room we were
doing.  She just agreed with him.  The radio was the only thing making a
noice in the car.  When we arrived at the flat and were seated on the sofa
about to see a film Joe openned his mouth and changed his relationship to
his son.  "Son, we really need to talk about something." Peter turned his
face and Joe said "I love the way John sucks cock."