Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2014 11:12:30 -0600
From: Derek Nifty <dereknifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Going to Visit Dad - Part 1 (Gay>Incest)

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Going to Visit Dad  -  Part 1


I was on a pretty lengthy flight to Houston. I've had my drink, my peanuts,
now I just had to wait till we touched down. The guy next to me seemed like
he was going on business, and the guy next to him seemed like he was just
going to visit his family or something. The plane was filled with random
strangers who've I've been with since the terminal in Chicago. We all
hopped on a plane with one thing on our minds, to get to our destination. I
couldn't wait to get off the damn plane already. The seats were hard, a bit
small, the window next to me was getting pretty hot, and the popping of my
ears was very annoying.

I looked out the window as I thought about my dad. I was on my way to see
him. I hadn't seen him since my mother and him got a divorce. When they
split up, they both agreed to let my mother have full custody. My dad's job
kept him traveling around the country, so he really couldn't take care of
me, even if my parents had joint custody. They split up about five years
ago, when I was eleven. They had a pretty peaceful divorce. Most kid's
parents who get a divorce go through a violent split up and a messy custody
battle, but thankfully it all turned out alright for us.

Before I knew it, the plane finally touched down in Houston. As it docked
in the terminal, people got up out of their seats and took their bags from
the overhead compartments, and waited for the OK to get off the cramped
plane. We all slowly inched out the plane and walked up the passageway
connecting the plane to the terminal. As I was now inside of the airport, I
followed the signs signaling me towards the baggage carousel to get the
rest of my luggage. I lugged a backpack that I used as carry on. Once we
found it, we all gathered around the carousel, and waited for the luggage.

My parent's had talked a couple of months before. My dad explained to my
mom how he got a place in Houston, where he was going to stay for quite a
while because he had a lengthy project going on over there, they agreed to
let me spend the summer over at my dad's.

People started to get a little antsy and fidgety when the luggage was
dispensed onto the conveyor belt. People were tired of being in airports
and planes all day and just wanted to go home. I saw one of my suitcases
come around, and the other trail behind it a couple of suitcases back. I
quickly grabbed them both, making my way through a crowd of people trying
to get their own luggage. When I finally had them, I trudged out of the
airport, following the signs to the exit where my dad said he would be.

When I stepped out of the air conditioned airport, the hot wind made me
flinch. It was somewhat cloudy, so there wasn't much sunlight, but it was
humid as hell. As I looked through a crowd of people, and scattered cars, I
kept a look out for someone who could possibly be my dad. I hadn't seen him
since I was eleven years old, but I think I had a pretty good idea of who
to look for. As I was just remembering what he looked like, I saw him. He
was over his sleek black truck looking over at me. As I saw him, he was
smiling at me, and I felt my face grin back. He got up from his truck and
started walking towards me.

He was rather tall, and muscular. He wore a white polo shirt that really
complimented his chest, and arms, and pair of beige shorts. He was
perfectly muscular, in the middle between being too huge or too thin,He had
short cut brown hair, and minimal facial hair, with short visible
stubble. He looked really attractive and masculine.

"Forgotten what I look look like?" my dad jokingly asked as we got closer
to eachother.

When we finally got close, we both embraced each other. Being taller than
me, he hugged my upper back, and held my head close to his chest. I dug my
face into his chest, feeling happy to finally be with my dad again. I
squeezed my arms around his torso with an affection that only a son could
give his father. He was warm and sturdy. We held our manly father - son
embrace for a couple of seconds before we both let go.

"C'mon" he said as he grinned and patted my back.

He grabbed my luggage and put it in the trunk. I went to the passenger's
side and hopped in. The air conditioning in the truck gave me a sort of
relief to not be breathing hot stuffy air again. The inside of the truck
was really nice. It had a tan leather interior with nice black buttons and
dashboard. My dad hopped into the driver's side and got the car going.

There was a moment of silence as my dad tried to drive around the mass of
cars and people at the airport and get onto the highway. As we were driving
on the highway, past the mass of cars and traffic, my dad looked over at
me.

"Man, you've grown up so much. You're practically a man now." My dad said
looking at me with pride.

"Well, yeah. The last time I saw you I was ten" I said.

"I know, but work and everything-" He tried explaining

"Hey, it's ok. I get it." I cut him off. I really didn't want my dad
feeling guilty for being absent at a time in a young man's life when his
father should teach him the ropes.

"Well, that's over now. I'm here for you, for whatever you need" He said as
he kept concentrated on the road, and exited off the highway onto a busy
street.

"So, how's school going?" He asked.

"Pretty good." I answered. I noticed it sounded a bit inadequate to his
question.

"Keeping grades up? Going to apply for colleges in the fall?" He asked

"Definitely. You know mom would have a fit if I didn't." I joked around.
"No shit, having been married to her, I know exactly how she is. But, she
has a point. Your education always comes first." He said.

"Yeah, I know." I muttered.

To be honest, I was pretty attracted to my dad. He was a sight to look
at. I was kind of scolding myself for thinking about how hot he was. I
mean, he was my dad, so the thought of me finding my dad hot was a bit
weird for me. I guess you could say i'm bisexual. Girls, guys, if they're
attractive, they turn me on. I wouldn't say that I'm attracted to everyone,
because I don't get turned on by small twink boys, or trannies, or skinny
bitches with glitter on their face. What really turned me on were guys or
girls with perfectly hot bodies, and my dad was no exception. His shirt was
very well fitting on his body. His arms strong arms had smooth light hairs
on them, which made them look even more appealing. His beige shorts showed
off his bulge very nicely. I kept on looking glancing over at my dad's
perfect body a couple of times, hoping he wouldn't catch me staring at him
for so long.

At this point we were now in a pretty nice looking part of town. There were
elegant looking buildings with stores and restaurants around the
area. People dressed in work attire, people shopping, or obvious tourists
all walked down the sidewalks. My dad pulled up in a building that is a
parking garage. He didn't drive far to where he parked his car.

"C'mon" he said as he got out of the car and signaled me to do the same.

I grabbed my luggage from the trunk. My dad took one of the suitcases from
me to help me out. We walked out of the building, out into the same horrid
heat that greeted me when I walked out of the airport. We walked over to
another building. My dad held the door open for me and signaled for me to
walk in. The lobby was appealing to the eye with an autumn color scheme. My
dad walked past a woman on a sort of desk, and a security guard, giving
them a slight wave as he passed. I trailed close behind my dad as we both
loaded onto an elevator.

"Pretty nice" I said, referring to the building.

"Just wait." He responded as he pressed a button.

We stayed quiet as the elevator brought us up to the top floor. I followed
my dad as he lead me down the corridor, and to his front door. He opened
the door with his keys and in we went. The apartment had a sort of loft
style to it. It was adorned with rather tasteful and expensive looking
furniture.

"Wow." I said, still looking around the apartment.

"Thanks. C'mon, let me show you to your bedroom." He said, taking away the
other suitcase in my hand and headed down a hallway, out of sight. I
followed him, looking at the furniture, pictures, lighting, floor, ceiling,
and walls on the way.

"So, here's where you will be staying." He said as he held his arm out to
the room. "And, heres your bathroom"

The room and bathroom was simplistic compared to the rest of the
apartment. It was furnished with a matching bed, and dresser, but nothing
else.

"I didn't put much in here. I really don't know much of what you
like. We'll go later on and have you pick out some other stuff for you." He
said as he carefully placed my luggage near the bed, and took my backpack.

"Oh, you really don't have to." I said, politely.

"No, it's ok." He said as he placed his arm around my shoulders and gave me
a manly squeeze. "This is like your second home, so I want you to be
comfortable" He explained.

"Umm, ok then" I agreed.

"You hungry?" He asked.

I was kind of hungry, but before I could say anything, he said:

"C'mon, I'll make us some burgers."

He led me into the kitchen, with his arm still around my back. I went to go
sit on a stool on the bar, while my dad went to the fridge. He pulled out
some raw meat patties from a plate. He prepared the grill and started
cooking.

The rest of the day we pretty much spent catching up on things. We talked
about my school, and my plans for the future, and his job and how it was
going, family, etc. The day was long, but it eventually got late. I decided
to take a shower, then go to bed. My dad said it was alright, but that he
would stay up and watch some tv.

When I was in the shower, I was beginning to get a little horny. I ran the
bar of soap in circular motions around my entire body. I loved lathering up
my body and playing with myself. It sounds rather narcissistic, but I love
my body, it turns me on. I started doing soccer and football since puberty
hit, so that helped along with my bulking up. I had a toned chest and arms,
with delicious abs you would find on most athletic guys. My body was smooth
for the most part, except I did have a thin line of hair on my V shaped
lower abdomen that led down to my crotch. I had hairy light brown pits and
pubes that match the color of my hair, and I had some pretty hairy legs
too. I had the perfect amount of hair on the upper part of my thighs. I
love to rub the area between my thighs and balls when I jack off. Infact, I
loved to touch myself all over. While I have one hand on my cock, I have my
other hand rubbing my crotch, chest, stomach, or playing with my
nipples. Oh my cock, it was something to die for. I loved playing with it,
and as puberty took over my body, I was astounded at how much my cock
grew. It went from a small little boy's dick, to a cock perfect for fucking
any tight ass or wet pussy. My lovely cock rested atop my balls that were
engorged with my teen cum capable of impregnating any chick lucky enough to
get her pussy filled with it.

My cock was rock hard and oozing precum as I rubbed myself. I decided to
finish off in my bedroom. I always enjoyed jerking off laying down, that
way my cock would squirt the cum on my chest. When I got out, I dried off
and put the towel around my waist. I opened the door, and headed towards my
room. I was a startled when I noticed my dad was walking up the hallway,
towards me.

"Oh, hey dude. I was coming to ask you something" My dad said, getting
closer.

At this point I noticed my dad looking down at my towel. I could feel
myself start to blush. I had a raging boner, and the towel was not doing
such a hot job of hiding it. I tried to adjust it, but it was useless, he
had already seen it.

"Yeah?" I asked, embarrassed.

"That's actually what I was going to ask you about." He said, still looking
at my boner. "Umm... want to come jack off with me?" He asked

My heart skipped a beat as he said that. I wasn't sure if I Heard him
correctly. I just stood there with a confused look on my face.

"Oh, c'mon dude. You're fifteen, you're probably horny out of your mind. I
know I was when I was your age." My dad said, chuckling a bit.

Before I could say anything he led me towards the living room. As I went to
go sit down on the couch, my dad made his towards the DVD player. I
couldn't see the case, I only saw him pop in a DVD. After a couple of
moments of setting it up, the film finally came on. It was a pornographic
film. It started out with a couple of lesbians kissing and groping each
others tits, then quickly escalated to them pouring oil all over
themselves, and taking off their clothes by cutting them up with scissors.

As he gawked at the film as he rubbed his package that eventually turned
into a raging boner. He slipped of his shirt and popped it onto the ground,
making his was next to me on the couch. He undid his pants and took them
off, leaving only his boxers to cover his manly, handsome, muscular
body. He rubbed his cock underneath his underwear for a while before
revealing it. When he did pull off his boxers to expose himself, it was
amazing. This thick, heavy, and veiny cock flopped straight up.


I sat in an upright position, next to my dad. He put one arm over my
shoulders, and got closer to me, and started to stroke his cock with his
other hand. The way he put his arm over my shoulder looked like a true
father and son bonding moment. Most may not call a father and son
masturbating together as bonding, but I would. His skin against mine was
very warm to the touch. I could tell my his heat and movements that he was
anxious to blow his load. I looked at his hand thrusting the cock up and
down. The force of his stroking would make his balls jump up and down a
little. He would carefully play with the head of the penis with his thumb,
making a circular motion that would make him breathe heavily, and grunt.

Both of our cocks looked very similar. both of our foreskin would barely
even cover the head when we were hard. My cock wasn't as long, or as thick
as my dad's, but I still had plenty of time to grow. Being only fifteen,
almost sixteen, I was still bigger than most other guys my age. I flicked
both sides of the towel around my waist to the side, and slowly grabbed my
dick. It was warm and rock hard now. I rubbed it for a little while, then
started to slowly stroke it.

I looked over at my dad, who was obviously enjoying himself. He breathed
heavily and gave soft, low moans as he covered every inch of his thick cock
with his hand. He slapped his dick upon his stomach. He placed a finger on
the tip, and slowly pulled a thick strand of precum. I cupped my balls, and
vigorously stroked my cock as I watched my dad playing with himself. I
could feel the sensation of ecstasy build in my genitals.

I could feel my dad's strong hand embrace my shoulder. He then moved his
hand down to my chest. He cupped my muscular pec, and made small motions
with his thumb. It made me feel so damn hot. His hand cupping my chest, and
his thumb moving around so closely to my hard nipple made me want to burst.

I looked over to my dad who was pounding away on his manhood. His body was
fairly hairy. He had short, smooth hair on his chest and his stomach. I saw
him look over at me. I noticed he was looking at me jack off for quite some
time, but I didn't mind. I was doing the same thing to him. As time passed
I noticed my dad switching to different techniques. At times he would
slowly rub his clock slowly from the base all the way to the tip, or he
would vigorously pound his cock through his hand.

After some time, I could feel my dad start to squirm around next to me,
which meant he was close to cumming. He stroked faster and started to
squeeze my pec even harder. He breathed even more heavily and grunted. He
was extremely close to feeling the amazing sensation of an orgasm, that
feeling that no drug in the world could mimic. His body clenched, and he
started to spasm as he cummed. The sperm shot out of his dick, pointing
right at his chest. The cum shot past his shoulder, then shot right on his
chest, leaving a trail of his cum from his upper chest to the side of his
stomach. The orgasm made his body clench up, and you could see how
handsomely muscular he was. His abs, chest, and biceps bulged out as he
sprayed cum all over. He even managed to get some on me. I got hit with
some of his cum right on the top of my arm, and on my nipple. After
shooting, it just oozed right out. He got cum all over his thumb, and his
stomach.

When he was done, he leaned his head back, catching his breath. An amazing
orgasm like that must have taken a lot out of him. After a couple of
seconds, he looked at his body, realizing how much cum he shot all over his
chest and stomach. He quickly popped his cum covered thumb into his mouth,
and swallowed, it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

As I was still tending to my hard cock, my dad looked over at me, and said
"Oh, sorry dude.", referring to the cum he squirted on me. He placed his
wet tongue, and licked the cum that was right above my armpit. He then
lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the cum near my nipple. He
lingered there, I could feel his warm wet tongue circle around my sensitive
skin. His short, light brown stubble tickled the lower part of my chest. I
stroked my cock harder as I was getting ready to cum. My dad placed his
hand right in the middle of my upper thigh and my balls. He slowly rubbed
as I stroked and moaned. I rubbed my dad's muscular back as he still licked
the small section of my chest. He was so gentle with me, like a dad should
be with his son. I really was surprised to have my dad being sexual with
me, but of course, I didn't mind abit.

My body started to clench up as I braced myself for the pleasure that would
soon fill me. I could feel my cock start to spasm. I squirted, and the
pleasure from my crotch spread throughout my body. My cock shot my
adolescent cum over my muscular stomach as my body stiffened up, and my dad
rubbed my crotch and my back.

When it was over, he grabbed his boxers and cleaned the cum from his
stomach, and then mine. My dad looked over at me for a second. Our eyes met
for a second or two, but it felt like a whole minute.

"My dad and I used to do this all the time you know." he said.

"Really?" I asked, still breathing a bit heavy from the amazing orgasm.

"Yeah, as fathers, we should help our sons make the transition from boys to
men as fun as possible. You're at one of the horniest times of your life,
and I'm gonna help you get through it." He explained.

We sat there for quite a while. I was processing everything that had just
happened. I pretty much had a sexual encounter with my own father. Alot of
other guys would never dream of having such an experience with their dad,
but it was pretty damn amazing.

"Alright dude, I think i'm gonna hit the hay" He said as he sighed and
stood up.

He walked over to the DVD player and just pressed the off button.

"Yeah, it's getting pretty late" I agreed.

My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as was still shocked as what
had just happened. I made my way over to my room, but before I could get
inside, I felt a hand grab me by the waist and pull me.

"Woah, what're you doing?" I heard my dad say, talking right into my ear.

I could feel his warm skin from his chest on my back as he held me from the
back.

"Umm... going to bed" I said.

Still grabbing me he took me over to his room. He walked over to his bed,
pulled away the comforter and the sheets, and nudged his head at me,
motioning for me to get in. I was cautious, but did as I was told. I
crawled into the bed, and my dad crawled in quickly next to me. As we both
got comfortable, he turned off the light on his nightstand. My dad slipped
a hand under my back and pulled me closer to him. I gently turned over
slightly and placed my hand on his chest. I could feel the soft hairs on my
face and the expanding of his chest when he took breaths. It soothed me,
and helped me go to sleep. Our naked muscular bodies under the covers
created the perfect warm temperature. That day will always be engraved in
my memory of the day my father and I started our masculine relationship
between two grown men, as father and son.