Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:43:29 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Gloryhole Son 2

The following is Part 2 of Gloryhole Son about father/son erotica. I am the
author and can be contacted at any time if needed. My name is Rob.


Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father-son incest
between adults. If this is not of interest please find another
story. Though my own incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality
between adult and child is not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest will
get you to the reality of jail.

I love to hear from my readers and can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com

My name is Rob.

Also: this situation was suggested by the same fan who commissioned Jay and
Robbie. Both the 18 year old Robbie and his dad Jay are hairy. Sorry, no
young smooth ones in this story. This is part 2 of a trilogy.

Gloryhole Son Part 2

"Robbie". Jay barely whispered the word. His son. He had sucked his son. On
his knees. Swallowed his cum. (Oh, Jesus! Swallowed! My sons cum.) He tried
to take in every whirling thought. Index finger and thumb absent-mindedly
smoothed down the hairs of his beard on each corner of his mouth. He stared
at the boy. His son. (Christ! I fucked his mouth!)
    Robbie stared: at once frightened of what he had done and knowing that
he would move mountains to do it again. (Holy fuck! I sucked my dads cock!
My own dad fucked my mouth! My mouth!) His stomach did a somersault. He
couldn't read his fathers face. Anger? Fear? (Oh, daddy, do it again!). He
stared.
    Jay tried a sheepish smile but it came across as anger. (No! That's not
what I mean.) He tried again. It still didn't work. "Look. . ." He began.
    The door swung open as two guys walked passed them in heated debate
over what player made the most goals.
    Jay took the lead. He cocked his head before turning, pulling open the
door and stepping through. Without a pause he continued to walk. He needed
air.
    Robbie followed. This way he was able to look at his dads butt in the
snug pants. (Wow! I sucked my daddies cock!)
    As Jay braced the outer door he gave a glance back to see if his son
was still following. He was. (Just be cool. The kid is probably
freaking. Oh, fuck - what if he tells?). The air embraced him as he headed
straight for the car.
    Robbie headed straight for the passenger side and waited for the lock
release. Buckled up the car moved easily away from the mall heading into
mid-afternoon traffic. Robbie looked over at the stern face. (Fuck! He must
be really pissed. Don't know why. He sucked me, too. Holy Fuck! My dad
sucked my cock! Fuuuckin wow!) Robbie snorted to keep from cheering.
    Jay maneuvered into the right hand lane. (Poor, kid! Must be close to
tears. We'll have to talk before home.) The car moved onto the well-worn
street for home.
    "Uh, dad?". His voice cautious.
    "What?" Jays abrupt.
    "Can we stop at the Browns? I'm looking after Waynes tropicals while
they're away".
    "Yup".
    Another three blocks and the SVU pulled into the vacant
driveway. Robbie dashed from the car slamming the door shut. A fumble with
the keys at the side door and he disappeared inside.
    "Ah, fuck", Jay complained. He unbuckled and leaned forward, forehead
resting on the steering wheel. "What the fuck have I done?". Lifting his
eyes he gazed at where his teenager had raced inside the house. (The kid
was probably bawling his eyes out. Alone. Friendless. Scared. What kind of
father am I?)
    Jay exited the vehicle. In seconds he was opening the side
door. "Robbie?" he called. "You okay?". Stepping in he walked past the
breakfast nook heading towards the hallway. At the entrance to which he
called, "Robbie?" Pause. "Son?". He moved forward. "Look, we need to talk
about this. Robbie?".
    Robbie called. "I'm in here. Fourth door on the left!"
    Jay turned around. Back - what - two doors? "Son? Where?"
    "I'm in here!" He called loudly.
    Jay found the door. He took a deep breath. Steeled himself. And turned
the knob.
    "Hey", Robbie said lowly. Naked on his knees on the master bed with
hands back behind his head curling a smile. "Stud".
    Jay eyed his son head to knee. Beautiful green eyes. No,
hazel. Straight nose. Pouty lower lip. Thickened neck. Biceps popped. A
teen version of hairy armpits.  Hair at the chest line reaching from pap to
pap with a delicate spray in the centre that trailed down over a strong
abdomen making a stop at the naval the scooting down to a curly fan that
triumphantly announced the prize.  The cock had thickened but was still too
wary to bloom. Even the gentle balls threatened to retreat to security.
    Jay stared. Looked back at his sons face. Then he made the smile:
half-leer, half-come hither. (Oh. I'm that kind of father.). His cock
hardened.
    Robbie began to grin.
    Jay was the white panther; sinewed movement coming forth. Hips tucked,
legs slightly spread, crotch pronounced. Eyes smoldering. Breath
deep. Easy. He was grace. Knee at the mattress. A dip from coils. Weight on
one bended knee. Then the other.
    Robbie watched. Breath quickening. Closer, closer. (My father. My dad.)
Kneeling in front of him. He could smell the cologne. Fingers on his
cheek. Light. Cupping the jaw. A long glide of fingers along to tilt the
chin. Upward. Eyes into eyes. (My own dad. My dad. Loving. Me.). His eyes
close as his lips lower. Touching. Barely a press. An acknowledgement of
intention. Robbies' eyes close. Lost for a moment. Forever.
    A hand wrapping around his hard-on made the teen open his eyes. (Such
kind eyes. So blue. Daddy, my daddy.) A masculine finger touched his lower
lip.
    "Robbie."
    Robbie saw those eyes focus on his lips. They had never looked at him
that way before. Or had they and he had just never noticed.
    "Robbie?"
    The voice moved like a wave of thunder through him. Strong. Deep. Soft;
so gently cautious. He focussed on the power in front of
him. (Daddy. Daddy.) The finger pressed into his lower lip.
    "Show me".
    Tracing the lads poutiness. Pressing down. A thumb at his chin. The lip
forcing the mouth open. Tongue rushing to cover the lower teeth - a
cocksuckers instincts. Robbie felt the other large hand move from cock to
balls. Squeeze. Good. Nice.
    "Show me how my son licks". Jay traced a swipe of the tip of his sons
tongue. "Show me how you lick a mans dick". The tongue flicked the tip of
his finger. "A daddy dick". Licking up as the hand moved.
    Robbie grabbing the hand. Steady. Eyes in eyes. "My daddies cock". He
sucked the finger into his mouth. Pulling the finger in and
out. Sucking. Tongue wrapping. Warm wet.
    Jay unzipped. "No", he said pulling his finger from the boys eager
mouth. "Daddies cock is in here". The teens hand was placed at the open
fly. "Get it out, boy".
    As Robbie fumbled inside fishing for the pole he bent his body down
reclining on his stomach. The beautiful fat uncut meat popped into
view. The knees spread, the thighs lowered and Robbie used his lips to free
the purple knob of its sheath. Sucking the knob hotly. But a hand on his
forehead moved his mouth back off.
    "I want to watch. Use your tongue. Polish daddies fucking cockhead".
    The tongue reached out curling around the bottom of the prick tip. It
slid over as the tip coaxed and pleaded with the piss slit. Painting the
knob with boy spit. Shiney. Succulent. The tongue inspired a hardness Jay
could not remember. Robbie slid the muscle dowin the shaft at this moment
carressing and the next batting, slapping.
    "Fuck, yeah. My sweet sons tongue". Jay watched as his pride-and-joy
tongued down to the base then swept over the bag. Weighing this ball then
that. Kissing the source of his existance. Loving the hairy sack. As the
hand now at the back of his head pushed his face in he sucked up one of the
hairy nuts.
    "Oh sweet Jesus!  Yeah!  Suck daddys balls! Fucking hot, son. Suck my
fucking hairy sac!" Jay groaned so deep his balls shifted. Jay put both
hands on his shirt ripping the buttons off as he pulled it open. Hands on
his belt pulling the pants open. Moving so reluctantly out of his sons
mouth as his feet hit the floor. Pants and briefs shucked. In his open
dress shirt, runners and socks he crawled over Robbie, the kid now on his
back. "You're gonna lick up some fucking hot daddy ass, boy!".
    The balls slid over Robbies forehead, brow, nose, waving tongue as the
hairy crevice then slid onto his nose. So hairy. Damp. (My daddy. My
daddy.) The butt ground down as thighs held his cheeks.
    "Smell, fuck boy!  Smell your daddies fucking man cunt!"
    Inhaling Robbie took in his fathers musk. Nose tipped at the dank
sphincter. Breathing in deeply, exhaling through his mouth onto the
balls. The hairs stroking his face as the ass squirmed against the
nose. Moving upward he tried to nose fuck. Pushing against increasing
wait. The tip wet. Funked with man sweat. Man scent. (Oh, daddy,
daddy!). Tongue tickling the back of those hairy nuts.
    "Yeah. It's yours. Go for it, fucker!  Lick daddies fucking hairy
asshole!"
    The hole met tongue.
    Robbie flattened the warm, wet muscle patting the hairy tight
centre. Then made rigid the tip as it began to battle the taut sphincter.
    "Oh, fucking hell! Lick my fucking hairy shitter, boy! Fucking
lick. Lick!" He shouted strong and deep. "Lick it, fucker!"
    The tongue went wild. It frenzied the
opening. Pushing. Poking. Laving. Soaking. Prodding. Licking. Pusing
inward. Snaking upwards. Now fucking. Ever more tongue. Up. Up. Fucking.
    Jay fell forward sucking the teen prick into his mouth. Sucking
hard. Mouth to the hairy base. Sucking in his son. (Oh, fuck. My sons prick
in my mouth. His tongue up my hole.)
    The tongue wiggled wanting deeper. (Oh, God, my daddys asshole and
sucking me. Me!) He felt the familiar tug in his nuts. (Oh, please. Not
yet. No. Please. Too soon!) But his body betrayed him. His tongue stopped
as his cock ...
    ... began to shoot in Jays mouth. The moustache rested on the balls as
he sucked up the steady river of son. His throat muscles swallowed. His
cheeks sucked. Tongue lovingly snaked around the shaft. (Oh, my son, my
son.) Swallowing the teen juice. Lovely freshly churned cream.
    Robbie felt air surround his cock as his dads weighted shifted. Then
the butt allowed coolness to hit his warm cheeks, the tip of his nose. A
paw grabbed his shoulder as he was sat up. His dad moving behind his back,
his smoothness resting against the hairy torso.
    "I need to fuck you", he said muzzling the lads ear. "Hos do you feel
about that?"
    Robbie sighed. "I got lube in my jeans".
    Jay laughed. "Slut".
    The teen grabbed for his discarded jeans as Jay removed his
shirt. Robbie flew onto the bed with a bounce landing on his back then
lifting his legs. He loved the look in his dads eyes as he smeared his
asshole with cream. Then watched as his fathers eyes widened when he pushed
two fingers up his asshole.
    "Jesus. You really love getting fucked, hunh?"
    "Oh, yeah. Lots".
    Jay crawled up resting his knob where the young fingers had
been. "Good. Because I love to fuck. And, baby, daddys gonna breed your ass
raw!"
    Robbie felt the cock slide in steadily. Continually. Not stopping. Just
moving in. Deeper and deeper. All the way. Uncomfortably. Fully. Until his
dads pubes nestled his balls. "Oh", Robbie moaned. No movement. His ass
hugged the hot pole. And began to adjust. So full inside his chute. Full
and thick.
    Jay brought the legs up to his shoulders wrapping his arms about
them. One hard thrust. Pause. Another. Pause. Again. Pause.
    Then he began the fuck. Hips pulled back then crashed forward. His sons
face contorted as he groaned. In and out. Steady. Steady fucking. Cock in
boy. Daddy in son. Daddy loving son. Daddy
possessing. Owning. Skewering. Fucking. Hard. Hips swaying. Grinding
in. Cock impaling. Fucking.
    "Take it, son. Take my fucking cock. Fucking my boys sweet asshole. Boy
cunt. Fucking you hard, fuck toy! Gonna breed your ass! Fill you up. Fill
you with your long lost brothers!"
    Robbie pulled on his nipples as the cock invaded and retreated. Cock
invading his sleeve, poking the walls, ripping the sphincter. Hips slapping
loudly against ass. Against balls. Torso against the back of his legs. "Oh,
daddy", he moaned. "Daddy. Need you. This. Your cock. So good. So
deep. Daddy. My daddy. Cock. Cock".
    "Yeah, daddies fucking your ass. I should have been fucking you all
your life, you cock hungry whore!  Fucking you. Breeding you. Breeding your
fucking cunt!". He trust upward causing the boy to whimper. "Yeah. You need
this. Cock in your ass. Lots of cock in your ass. Tons. Daddies gonna get
lots of cock for you. My buddies cocks. Fucker is gonna be filled. Breed
you. Fill you. Oh fuck! Fuck!  FUCK! FUUUCK!"
    Robbie felt the hot cream of his DNA fill his chute, slide along his
walls. His dads face red and pinched. The man moans that had once
precipitated his beginning now filled him up. With daddy. With cum.
    Jay stopped allowing his cock to finish its seeding. He looked down at
the closed contented eyes of his son. (My son. I finally fucked you,
boy. And I am going to get you again. Get you cock. Lots of cock.)
    As Robbie opened his eyes to his new world he caught the look in his
dads eyes. And saw a darkness he had never seen before. (Why am I suddenly
afraid?)
    Jay looked at the quizzical expression. And smiled.


Part 3 is coming