Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 15:31:19 -0500
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 7; Story Codes M, MM, incest, exhib

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Growing Up Naked - Chapter Seven

The next morning I woke up with a piss hard on.  I gently got out of Dad's
bed.  He had put the covers up over us during the night.  I went to the
bathroom, my dick getting there first.  I had to get my cock to relax a
minute before the unfolding sigh only a stream of hot urine will bring.  My
god I looked disheveled as I glanced in the mirror.  My breath tasted
terrible.  I was to learn that is the norm after a night of sex and sleep.
I snuck down to my bathroom and brushed me teeth.

When I tiptoed back to Dad's room, Dad had pushed the covers back and was
lying there with a roaring hard on.  He said, "Suck my cock, John."  This
was an echo of the exact same words from my brother last night.  My Dad and
my brother had a lot in common.  As with my brother last evening, I didn't
need to be told twice.  I jumped on the bed and took Dad's cock down my
throat.  I knew that this was going to be rough and fast.  I took it as far
as I could but my Dad made me take his fuck tube farther taking his hands
and pushing my head downward.  It was incredible.  It was rough.  It was
pig man sex with my dominant Dad and is serving son.

I was sucking off my Dad!  I was going to taste Daddy cum.  He moved his
hips and started talking real loud.  I learned over the years he loved to
be loud during sex another commonality with my brother and with a lot of
the men in my life.  "Suck my cock John.  Suck it.  Suck Daddy's cock,
fucker.  Take it baby.  Take it all the way.  Take it all the way down your
throat.  Yeah baby.  Suck me.  Make your Daddy feel good boy.  Oh that
feels so good baby.  You are a good cocksucker.  Daddy's cocksucker son.
Yeah buddy you know how to make Daddy feel good.  Yeah.  Sucking your big
Dad's cock for the first time.  Taste how great that is in your mouth,
fucker.  Soon you're gonna taste Daddy cream.  You're gonna taste the stuff
that made you.  Oh yeah baby.  Suck it.  Suck it.  Oh John.  Yeah baby.  Oh
fuck man.  I am gonna shoot buddy.  I gonna shoot my Dad load down your
throat.  You're gonna take every last bit of it baby.  Take my load son.
Take it.  Oh yeah.  Take it.  Take it fucker.  Oh fuck, fuck yeah, fuck
yeah, Oh fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk.  Here it comes buddy.  Here comes
Daddy's baby makers!  Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk"

With that, I tasted my Dad's babies right from the source.  I felt his jizz
as it started to move up the shaft and out of his piss slit.  He shot rope
after rope into my waiting and raw throat bucking like a bronco.  It tasted
so good.  I had tasted cum many times before, but this was something
special.  This was Dad's.  This was my Daddy's cum.  This was the source of
my life and for that it was spectacular with a sonorous meaning that I will
always cherish.

When he finished, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me down on the bed.
He laid his head on my stomach and started to jack me violently.  He wanted
me to come and he wanted me to come now.  He was not waiting and I didn't.
He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my cock.  I was looking at the
back of this amazing stud of a man thinking about the day when I would get
to bury my face into his meaty ass cheeks.  That view was enough to make me
shoot.

"Come on baby.  Cum for Daddy.  Fuck yeah John.  I want your fucking load
and I want it now.  Look at that hard eighteen-year-old cock.  You have
become a man.  I want that load now fucker.  Give it to me.  I want your
cum fucker.  Give me your man cum.  Fuck.  Oh fuck John.  Yeah baby.  Yeah.
That's it baby.  That's it.  Look at that beautiful jizz spurting out.
Fuck.  There it is baby.  There's my man's juice.  I love you baby."

He placed his face right up to my cock so my jizz shot all over him.  Dad
laid there just looking at it for the longest time with my cum dripping
down his face.  Dad moved to me, gave me a gentle kiss, then rubbed my cum
all over my face.  His morning beard scratching my skin drove me crazy
feeling the essense of a real man.  Finally he kissed me in the most tender
way holding me for what seemed an eternity without talking while my babies
dried.

Suddenly he spanked my butt and told me to get up and get in the shower.  I
did and he went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. By the time I was out of
the shower, breakfast was on the table and I heard him yell "come and get
it."

We ate a big breakfast after all that exercise.  It was also Sunday so we
were not in any hurry.  We talked about regular stuff just like always.
The comfortability factor was still there.  That made me know we had done
the right thing.  It was funny to look at him at the breakfast table with
dried cum still visible on his face.

He asked me if I was ok.  I told him that I was just fine.  I was
speechless about the whole series of events from last night and this
morning.  I knew it would take some time for me to form words to convey.
Dad knew it too.

After breakfast he quickly went up stairs to put on his gym clothes.  When
he came back down I was still sitting at the table.  He ruffled my hair,
kissed me on the cheek and told me he would see me later.  Off he went to
the gym without showering and with cum all over him.  I thought that was
weird, but in hindsight again he was just a sexy fucker who loved to feel
the energy of sex on his body.  He also didn't care if a few people noticed
that he smelled of sex.

I had to work most of the day at the theater.  I walked to work.  I
wondered why Dad didn't drive me.  He probably wanted me to have the time
to think between the house and the theater.  I did a lot of thinking.  I
went over the night in detail in my head.  Did this mean we were lovers?
Did it mean we were just pals and sex buds?  On my eighteenth birthday my
entire relationship with my Dad changed forever.  There was no going back,
not that I wanted to; but my head was searching for a new definition.
Eventually, I relax and let go of having to define.  Many guys have sex
with their dad or another adult relative or friend and it is forced leading
to challenges growing up.  There was nothing forced about our experience.
We love each other deeply with this being a different extension of that
love.  My Dad told me before we started that first night that we were
making love, and that is exactly what we did.  I know from my experience
with other men that I love in my life that there was no question what we
did that night.

I was extremely happy and grateful that my Dad was my first sex sex
experience.  When talking with others over the years, I found that what we
did that night was not sex 101; it was an advance course because I was with
my Dad.  I have always appreciated that my first sex experience was not the
fumbling mess I heard about from others.

I was flying to the point of giddy at work.  I didn't even care about my
usual underwear removal.  I did my work and couldn't wait to get out of
there.  That was not the normal case because I had always enjoyed my
exposure times when the rest of the employees left.

I walked home and Dad was still awake.  We sat down and talked for a few
minutes.  He asked me if I wanted to sleep with him tonight or in my own
room.  I told him that I wanted to sleep with him.  He told me that we were
just going to sleep, as we both had to get up early for work and school.
He took my hand walking me back to his bedroom.  I still felt like the
blushing bride.  He was so generous with me.  We laid down, kissed for a
few minutes and naturally we got hard.  He pulled back to look directly in
my eyes and said, "John, we have to go to sleep now."

"Ok, Dad."  I gave a thrust of my dick on his for a second and then turned
over on my side.  Dad spooned up behind me with his hard cock touching the
crack of my ass.  He enveloped me with his manly, hairy arms.  I felt his
chest hair on my back, which gave me such a sense of comfort and warmth.  I
closed me eyes and, believe it or not, we did go to sleep.  It had been a
whirlwind weekend and we were both exhausted.

Monday morning was a typical rush out the door.  We both said that we would
talk at dinner.  I didn't miss the observation that Dad and I behaved
exactly the same way I used to see he and my Mom on a weekday morn
including the peck-on-the-cheek goodbye.  School flew.  I was deliriously
giddy still.  A few of my friends noticed; however, I ignored their
inquiries.  I got home first, took my clothes off and started dinner.

Dad came home, went to his room and came back naked.  Walking into the
kitchen he grabbed my ass, turned me around and kissed me deep.  I knew
with just a little coaxing he could have thrown me down on the kitchen
floor and fuck me right then and there; however, he being the mature one,
did control himself and we sat down to eat instead.  There was another
reason he didn't fuck me then, which I will explain shortly.

We talked.  Dad asked me how it was going with everything that we had done.
I told him that I was ok.  I was extremely happy.  It was an incredible
birthday present.

Dad then said to me. "John, you are still young and impressionable.  I
don't want to push anything on you.  I would love to continue our
experiences together.  I just don't want you to miss out on other
experiences."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"You know there are other guys that will want to have sex with you.  You
will also be attracted to other guys.  I want you to feel free to have fun
and experiment.  This is your time.  You are young and it is important to
have some variety."

"I know Dad; however, I want to have sex with you."

"John, so do I.  I want to have sex and make love to you whenever and as
long as it fits both of us."

I did not work that night so Dad took my hand and walked me back to the
bedroom.  He told me that we were going to learn the next thing.  We kissed
rolling around on the bed some more.  Suddenly he pulled away and opened
the nightstand drawer.  He got some lotion out putting it on my butthole.
Slowly he started to insert one, then two, then three fingers.  I was
crazed.  He then rubbed lotion on his cock, raised my legs and said:

"Now I am going to take your hole son.  I am going to take your cherry.
This is a great honor to be the first man to fuck you.  Now I want you to
relax and push out as I slowly insert my cock."

I could feel the head of Dad's prick push into my hole.

"John, grab your butt cheeks, spread them and pull your hole open."

I did and I felt the head of this dick go into me.  It fucking hurt like
hell and I said, "Dad, it hurts."

"I know son.  It won't in a minute.  Keep pushing out like you are going to
take a shit."

"Oh Dad, oh my God, Dad, it hurts, it hurts, it...oh..."

With that, Dad was all the way in me.  The pain was subsiding rapidly.  He
just rested his Daddy cock waiting for me to completely relax.  Once he saw
that I was ready, he started to pump.  And with pumping comes that deep,
throaty, sex talk I was coming to expect and appreciate.

"Look into my eyes John.  Look deep into my eyes as I fuck you.  This will
make us one.  This will make our relationship complete.  Daddy knows how to
take care of his boy.  Daddy knows what his son needs.  Oh son, I have
wanted this for years.  I have fantazied and shot many a load thinking
about this moment.  I love you so much.  You are such a hot young man. Feel
me baby.  Feel Daddy's big man meat up your hole.  Doesn't that feel
wonderful?  Oh fuck, John.  You are so hot and so amazing.  I am the
luckiest Dad alive to be able to love my son by sticking my dick up your
hole and joining us together."

"That's it boy.  Take Dad's cock.  Make your Dad feel good boy.  Wrap that
tight hole around my shaft.  Oh, fuck that feels good.  Yeah baby.  Fuck
John.  You are so amazing.  It is so incredible watching you as I take your
cherry."

He started to move faster, but not too fast.  He knew I wouldn't be able to
take it for a long the first time.  That is the beauty of control a mature
man has.

"Ok John.  I gonna take off now.  I gonna fuck you hard.  You are going to
get the ultimate gift from me.  You are going to get your Dad's man juice
inside you.  Here I go baby.  Yeah baby.  Feel it.  Feel that Daddy cock
pounding your butt.  You want it, don't you baby?  You want Daddy cock.
Your hole is begging for Daddy cock boy.  Daddy loves fucking you John.
Daddy loves fucking his son.  Daddy's gonna give you his baby juice.  Your
first load of baby juice up your boy hole.  Oh baby.  Oh John.  Oh son.  I
fucking love you so much.  I want you to have all of me baby.  I want to
share with you what made you baby.  Fuck boy, I'm gonna shoot.  Here it
cums John.  Here cums Daddy's babies.  Fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"

I could actually feel his load shooting in my guts.  It was the most
incredible sensation of my young life.  I can still see how he looked at me
at that moment.  It is embedded in my memory forever.

Thank you Dad.  Thank you.


I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard.  I
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