Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 16:40:04 -0600
From: Matti Kirjailija <matti_kirjailija@me.com>
Subject: Hayden - chapter 2 - Gay Incest Section

Hayden

Chapter Two

By Matti Kirjailija


	'Is this really happening?' Nelson asked himself.  'Do I have any
idea of what I'm doing?'  He stood, dimly aware that his son was watching
his every movement, focusing on his erection, which strained at the thin
fabric of his jogging shorts.  'I'm going to have sex with my friggin' son!
I could be sent to jail for even thinking about him like I am.'  He
returned an uneasy smile, as his son took his hand and squeezed it
encouragingly.

	'He has some inkling of what I'm thinking,' Nelson realized.
'We're both so caught up in the idea of being with each other that neither
of us has stopped to consider the consequences of what we're about to do.
Hell!' he softly snorted, drawing his son's attention.  'If we had any
sense at all, each of us would run, screaming, in the opposite direction.'
He moistened his lips.  'After last night's webcast, I'm finding that I'm
not thinking of much of anything, other than seeing . . . and touching
. . . my son, at close range.

	Hayden pulled his father close, with an arm around the waist, as
they left the kitchen.  "It's alright, Dad," he murmured.  "We're not going
to do anything we don't both want."  Nelson jerked an uncertain nod.  The
boy's words made him feel obscurely better, but he knew those words would
be meaningless to anyone else.  'And, my friggin' wife is an attorney!' he
almost screamed.

	He welcomed his son's warmth at his side.  They were both
shirtless, as they padded barefooted through the house.  'I want this more
than just about anything," he murmured, as they slowly walked down the
hall, side-by-side.  "At the same time, I'm scared spitless.  This isn't
something a guy and his son are supposed to do.  I know it's my dick
guiding me, rather than common sense.'  He turned to Hayden as they entered
his and his wife's bedroom, the bed still a mess from their early-morning
lovemaking.  "Um," Nelson grinned, crookedly.  "Here we are."

	"Yes." Hayden's grin caused what little resolve he'd been trying to
muster, to crumble.  "Here we are."  Hayden raised both arms slightly, then
dropped them.  "I'm feeling sorta weird." He grinned, uneasily.  "Sorta
like a virgin, on her wedding night."  He made a face.  "Pardon the
heterosexual humor."  He hugged his father.  "Seriously, Dad, both of us
are getting what we want.  We're sorta like two people who have been in
love for years, and have finally decided to move on to something deeper."

	"Profound," Nelson grinned, finally beginning to relax.

	Hayden shrugged.  "I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but
it's the way I feel."  He tightened both arms around his father's waist.
"Teach me how to kiss," he murmured, his breath warm against his father's
face.  "Every time I've seen you kiss Mom . . . I mean every time, I wished
you were kissing me.  Even when I was a small kid, I was wishing that you
were kissing me, not her.  The kisses you've always given me were not the
kind of kisses I want."  He nuzzled the crook of his father's neck.
"Y'think I'm obsessed, or something?"  Hayden looked into his father's
eyes.  "Teach me."  His words were scarcely more than a whisper.

	"Ohhhh," Nelson sighed on an outward breath, pulling his son
closer.  The first touch of their lips was barely more than a hint of a
kiss . . . a first step to something greater.  "Oh, Hayden," Nelson
murmured, as his son opened his mouth, silently demanding a taste of his
father's tongue.  With a barely stifled groan, their tongues found one
another's, in a kiss which quickly escalated from self-conscious to
passionate.

	"Geez," Hayden managed, during a brief separation, to catch their
breath.  "I never realized . . ."  He ran his hands over his father's back,
through the hair on the back of his head, and over his buttocks, grinding
their groins together.  The beard-stubble on his father's cheek added extra
excitement.  'This is really happening!'  He opened his mouth wider, as his
father mashed their lips together and did battle with his tongue.  'This is
so fuckin' hot!'

	When they finally parted, they were both breathless.  Their kisses
had resulted in spit-wet cheeks for both of them.  Hayden wiped his hand
over his face, brushing away some of the wetness.  "Wow," he grinned.  "I
never imagined a simple kiss could be like that!"

	Nelson grinned at his son's jump of surprise at a gently pinched
nipple.  "Nothing about sex is simple," he murmured, leaving behind a line
of kisses over Hayden's neck and jaw.  "What we're doing though, goes way
beyond awesome."  His son returned a tender kiss.  "I don't think I've ever
been as turned on as I am, right now."

	"I know I haven't," Hayden murmured, following his father's example
by tweaking one of the older man's nipples.  "My dick's drooling like
something crazy," he said, as he squeezed his cock.  "I always produce
lotsa juice, but . . ."

	"Like father, like son," Nelson grinned, as he squeezed his son's
erection through his clothing.  "We've got to do something about getting
rid of these shorts," he suggested.  "Have any ideas?"

	"Fuck, yeah!"  Hayden glanced around, then dragged a straight
backed chair to the side of the large bed.  "Geez, Dad," he smiled.  "Have
you ever considered making your bed, in the morning?"

	"Your mother and I . . ."

	Hayden held up a restraining hand.  "I don't want to hear about it!
There are some things we definitely do not need to share, and that's one of
'em.  Deal?"  His playful shudder accompanied a sound of disgust.

	Nelson nodded, with a grin.  He'd never been one to meekly do what
someone demanded, but today . . . was different.  Hayden nodded to the
chair, a silent order to sit.  Nelson nervously licked his lips, as he
lowered himself to the firm seat.  He curled his bare toes into the thick
carpet, and absently rubbed his hands over his thighs, and tried to work
some moisture into his mouth.  'Aw, geez,' he thought, as he watched his
son cross the room and close the drapes.  The boy's firm buttocks filled
his jogging shorts, his well-shaped legs carrying him with a grace Nelson
had never been aware of.  He took a ragged breath.  'This is becoming
almost too much to handle.'

	Hayden glanced over his shoulder as he pulled the cord, closing the
drapes, sending the room into an artificial twilight.  "Mystery," he
grinned, with a twinkle in his eyes.  "We can do stuff in the daylight,
later.  Today, I'd like a dimly lit room.  It makes things hotter for me.
Besides, we don't want Mister Heinz, from next door, catching a glimpse of
what we're doing, do we?"

	Nelson's eyes widened as he looked toward the window he often left
open, while he lay in the middle of the expansive bed and masturbated.

	The boy grinned, as he crossed the room.  "Just kidding."

	"More stuff?" Nelson asked, his son's words finally registering.
"You're going to want to play more than this once?"  He'd somehow never
considered that his and Hayden's sexual encounter would be more than a
one-time thing.  'Geez, I hope it's more than once.'

	Hayden grinned, as he stood, facing the chair, and his father, with
the back of his legs touching his parents' bed.  His father sat motionless,
less than two feet away, wide-eyed and expectant.  "Of course, we're going
to do more stuff!  This is only the beginning."

	"Uh," Nelson began.

	"Feel it," Hayden ordered, placing his hands on both hips and
thrusting his crotch toward his father.  "It's yours, Dad," he added, in
the uncertain voice of a young man whose voice had only recently settled
into its adult register.  "I'm yours."  He took a half-step closer.  When
he looked down, he noticed that his pre-cum had soaked through both his
jock and the thin fabric of his jogging shorts, leaving a wet spot, which
his father was gingerly touching with a forefinger.  "I've always been
yours, just like you've always been mine," he continued, entranced by his
father's shy movements.

	He tenderly traced a finger over the jaw of his father's upturned
face, pausing at the parted mouth, to run his finger over the man's lower
lip.  "My dick," he ordered, returning his hand to his hips.

	"Yessir," Nelson murmured, in a low, teasing voice, thrilled by the
assertiveness of the young man who stood before him.

	"Good!" Hayden responded, in all seriousness.  "As long as we know
who's boss around here.  You're always my Dad, but today, I'm the boss.
Tomorrow," he grinned, "it'll be your turn to tell me what to do."

	"I can hardly wait."

	The boy thrust his hips forward, demanding attention.  His father
threw the last of his reticence away and reached out to cup his son's
erection.  His first thought was, 'It feels like I'm grabbing my own dick,
it's so much the same."  He tenderly squeezed Hayden's balls, feeling them
shift beneath his fingers.  'Damn, the boy's got both the cock and nuts of
an adult!'  It was one thing to watch his son . . . perform . . . on the
webcam; it was something else entirely to touch the object of his desires.
His gentle squeeze brought an instant hiss of an indrawn breath.  He
withdrew his hand, doubt returning.

	"Y'okay?  If it freaks you, doing this with a kid, I understand,"
the young man murmured, taking his father's hand and placing it on his
crotch.  "I've already gotten more than I ever expected.  I won't like
stopping, but I'll understand."  There was a long pause. "If you want to,"
he added.

	Nelson cleared his throat, and began skimming his fingertips over
the short blond hair of his son's thighs, answering his son's fears that
they needed to stop.  "I'll admit, I am sorta freaked, as you call it.  I
never expected to be doing something like this with my own son.  But," he
continued, "I'm also very excited."

	"Me, too," Hayden murmured.  "So, it's okay with you if we go on?"

	"Oh, yes."

	His son's legs were almost smooth, just like his own.  He could
feel the muscles tense, then relax as the young man sought to maintain
balance as he slowly moved his hips forward, then back.  Each time Nelson
approached the legs of the boy's shorts, he explored more, until he had
finally snaked a hand beneath the nylon fabric and was cupping his son's
cock through his damp jock.

	"You're leaking," he murmured, removing his hand and licking his
fingertips.  "Fuuuuck," he sighed.  "You taste better than I could have
imagined.  Passion was building.  He grabbed his son's hips and pulled him
closer, burying his face against the boy's erection, opening his mouth wide
and gently biting, wanting nothing more than to rip the shorts off the
young man and suck him dry.

	"You were gonna give me a show . . ." Nelson murmured, as he backed
away, trying to curb his passion.

	"Then sit back, Dad."

	Nelson did as he was told, spreading his legs to either side of his
son, continuing to curl his toes into the thick carpeting, as he
alternately groped himself or toyed with his own nipples.

	Hayden began to sensuously run his hands over his own chest,
mimicking his father's actions, all the while moving to music only he could
hear.  Next, he slowly teased each nipple to firmness.  He caressed his own
belly, rocking his hips from side to side, grinning at his father's
reaction, when he cupped his own groin.  He hooked both thumbs in the
waistband of the shorts and pressed his hands flat, framing his erection,
and the spreading pre-cum stain.  "Oh, yeah," he murmured, as he stepped
forward and pressed his fabric-covered groin against his father's open
mouth.  "That's it, Dad," he said, in a husky voice.  "You're as turned on
as I am," he continued, making low moaning sounds, deep in his throat as he
rocked his hips in a slow rhythm.

	"Oh, Dad," he breathed.  "This is so fuckin' hot, doing this in
front of you."  He pulled the waist band of his shorts and jock down far
enough to expose the dense mat of his pubes.  "Feel," he ordered, nodding
toward his crotch.

	He continued speaking as his father caressed his chest, flat belly,
and pubic hair.  "You're the guy I always thought of whenever I was in
front of my computer cam," he said, in the voice of someone much older.
"You were the man I jerked off for, when I was on cam, not someone I didn't
know.  I always imagined it was you who was watching me.  You were the
person I was thinking of, each time I shot my stuff.  When I licked the jiz
off my hand, I imagined it was you who was licking me.  When I showed off
my asshole, I was showing off for you."

	He moved closer.  "Sniff," he ordered, pushing his father's face
against his pubes.

	Nelson buried his nose in the wiry hair and inhaled.  The scent was
like an electric spark, igniting his passion and causing it to flare.  He
grabbed his son's hips and roughly pulled him closer, as he licked over the
pubic hair and the beginnings of a treasure trail leading to the boy's
navel.  He half stood, capturing one nipple in his mouth, then moving to
the other, licking each one, sucking it, and tweaking the firm nub with his
teeth.

	"Fuuuuck," Hayden groaned, pressing his father's face to his chest
for a moment, before stepping back.  "Y'like?" he asked, breathlessly,
already knowing the answer by the glazed expression on his father's face,
as he sank back to the chair, licking his lips and breathing heavily.

	"Then, you'll probably like this even more," Hayden added, as he
slowly skinned out of his shorts and jock.  When his erection bounced free,
he smiled.  This was more intense than anything he'd ever imagined.  His
dreams and fantasies paled by comparison.  This was the real thing.  The
man he had dreamt of, was his captive, as sure as if he had been tied with
a rope.  'And,' Hayden thought, 'I am his captive.  We are tied together.
Before this, we were son and father.  Now, we're something . . . more;
something deeper.'

	"Is this what you wanted to see?"  He brushed his father's hand
away.  "Not yet," he murmured.  "I touch you, you don't touch me
. . . yet."  He dragged the drooling, wide head of his penis across his
father's cheek and lips, allowing the older man to lick the piss slit as he
momentarily paused.  "There's more to show you.

	"Lick," he ordered, as he turned his back to his father, exposing
the milky white, smooth skin of his buttocks.  "Only with your tongue," he
added.  His moans of pleasure joined his father's, as the older man lapped
wide swaths over each cheek with his tongue.  When the young man didn't
move, Nelson licked over the back of the boy's thighs, and over the length
of his butt crack, wishing, all the while, that he could taste his son's
pucker.  He licked the boy's ass cheeks, then up his back to his neck,
where he buried his nose in the thick hair at the back of his son's head,
before returning to the chair, and the boy's firm butt cheeks.

	Hayden reluctantly moved away, sinking to the edge of the bed.  He
spread his legs wide, and began using his toes to tease his father's bare
feet.  "Geez, Dad," he sighed, "all that licking was fuckin' great.  I can
barely stand it."  Nelson barely nodded, drinking in the sight of his naked
son, - the boy's heavy balls; his straight, thick, penis, standing proud,
surrounded by thick pubes; his small nipples; his flat belly, and graceful
legs and feet.

	"You wanna suck on something?" Hayden asked, a teasing note to his
voice.  "Try this," he added, offering his father the fingers of one of his
hands.  "Holy . . ." he jumped, as the older man immediately engulfed a
couple fingers in his mouth and began nursing on them.  Hayden could feel
his father's tongue caress the sensitive skin, and imagined what it would
be like to have his cock caressed in the same way.

	"Stand!" he ordered.  He reluctantly withdrew his fingers from his
father's mouth, then immediately sucked on them, sharing some of his
father's spit.  Nelson followed orders, standing on rubbery legs.  He
braced himself with one hand on the chair back and looked on, with an open
mouth, as his son stood and began tenderly rubbing his chest.  At first,
the boy merely ran his hand close enough to tease the short hair which
spread over the older man's chest.  Soon, though, he was teasing his
father's nipples with his teeth.

	"Hot chest, Dad," he murmured, after licking over the swell of his
father's pecs.  "Fuckin' hot."  He nuzzled beneath an armpit.  "Love the
hair!"  When Nelson held onto his son's shoulders, in an attempt to brace
himself, Hayden looked up.

	"No touching," he murmured, with a mischievous smile.  "Yet," he
added.  "That comes later.  We're just getting acquainted, now."

	Nelson whimpered, totally enthralled by his son's actions, cursing
his trembling leg muscles and rapid breathing.  He desperately wanted to
touch his son, suck him, taste his sperm, kiss him deeply . . . lick his
butthole . . . fuck him, then lap up his own stuff as it oozed out.  He
wanted to do anything, but experience the exquisite torture his son was
inflicting on him.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes, as Hayden hitched
his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts and began to slowly lower
them.  'My son's stripping me!' Nelson inwardly groaned.

	'He's torturing himself, as much as he is me,' Nelson realized,
snatching a glance at his son's rapt attention.  'Damn, if he doesn't have
more self control than I do.'  Hayden lowered the shorts just enough to
expose his father's pubes, almost a mirror duplicate of his own.  He'd seen
his father naked, often enough, when he was younger, but that had been
before he was old enough to truly appreciate what he was seeing.  Now, he
was amazed at how closely he had grown to resemble his father . . . down
there.  He had, long ago, realized that he would never be the macho man his
father was.  He had too many of his mother's genes, leaving him with dark
blond hair and arctic blue eyes instead of his father's brown.  He cursed
the fact that he looked younger than he actually was, and probably always
would.

	'Still,' he thought, as he slowly freed his father's erection from
the confines of his shorts and strap.  'We're alike where it matters.'
"Fuckin' hot," he murmured, flicking a glance to his father, who was
watching him with a knowing smile, as his cock sprang free, trailed by a
strand of thick, clear, pre-cum.  His father's cock was a near mirror image
of his own.  His balls were large, again, like his own, and hung free,
swaying from side to side with each movement.  He'd always loved toying
with his own nut sac, and could barely restrain himself from kneeling and
sucking on his dad's nuts.  His father's cock-head was glistening with
pre-cum, and, as he watched, the older man's penis squeezed out another
dollop of clear liquid, which dangled, then slowly stretched to the floor.

	Hayden held his father's eyes for a moment, then slowly dragged a
forefinger over the prominent piss slit of his penis, gathering up as much
of the thick juice as he could, with one stroke.  He held the finger up,
for both of them to see, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean,
closing his eyes in pleasure.  It was the first taste of his father, and he
wanted to savor it, capturing the moment to be relived later, in the quiet
of his own room.  His father's juice was slightly saltier than his own, and
made him wonder what the older man's sperm would taste like.

	"Soon," he murmured, gently teasing the underside of his father's
penis, "You're gonna lay on top of me and pump me full of your stuff."  He
moved close enough that he could press the head of his cock against his
father's, their pre-cum mixing with one another's.  He stroked his hand
over his, then his father's cock, using the slick juice as a lube, and
breathed into the older man's ear.  "Am I gonna get to fuck you, too?" he
murmured, then nipped his father's earlobe.  "I'm thinking I'd like the two
of us to . . . play, whenever we have a chance."  He grinned.  "Since Mom's
gone a lot, I'm hoping we'll be doing a lot of . . . playing," he added, in
a husky voice.  "Would that be cool?" he asked, as he continued to caress
the length of the side-by-side erections, while he and his father kissed.
His answer was a barely controlled whimper, so unlike his normally macho
father.

	"So, you like seeing a guy on his back with his legs spread,
exposing himself?"  Nelson was beyond being able to articulate an answer.
He merely nodded once.  He'd never experienced anything that even came
close to what he was experiencing with his son.  The boy was playing him
like an expert, using everything he knew his father loved, to tease him.
The behavior would have angered him, had he not been confident that they
would . . . eventually . . . get to cum.  Every time he reached for his
own, or Hayden's erection, his hand was casually brushed away.

	"You wanna see my hole?" Hayden mischievously grinned, as he slowly
sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs wide, and rested his feet on
his father's knees.  The young man's nuts now were tightly held against his
body, his erection throbbing as it lay on his stomach.

	"Feel it!" Hayden ordered, drawing his knees back to his shoulders,
allowing the barely-haired pink pucker to open slightly.  This was the
treasure Nelson had dreamt of, every minute, since seeing the boy spread
his cheeks the night before.  He wanted to kneel and bury his face between
the spread cheeks, then lick the ring of muscle.  The thought of what
pleasure the muscles of that opening would . . . someday . . . bring him,
sent chills through his body.

	'Someday,' he promised himself, 'I'm gonna slide into that hole and
he's going to milk me until I give him my sperm.'

	"Feel it!" Hayden repeated.  "Go ahead.  Touch it.  Guys on the Web
talk abut how much pleasure their assholes bring them."  He took a
shuddering breath.  "Show me what they're talking about."  There was
another pause, this one longer, as his boy made, and held, eye contact.
"Please, Dad," he begged, no longer playing at being, boss.

	Nelson fell to his knees, and, like he'd hoped of doing only
minutes earlier, buried his face against his son's butthole.  The boy's
bulging perineum pressed against his nose; the heavy scrotum rested against
the bridge of his nose and forehead.  It had been years since he'd rimmed
another man, and he'd never even contemplated doing it to his son.  But,
here he was, his tongue lapping at the smooth opening, burrowing into the
hole as deeply as his tongue would allow, and groaning with pleasure, both
with the sensations he was experiencing, as well as Hayden's groans of
pleasure.

	"Fuuuuck, Dad," the young man hissed, as he tried to push himself
further onto his father's invading tongue.  "This is so freakin' hot."  He
reached between his spread legs and pushed his father's face against his
hole.  "Oh, geez," he whimpered, as the tonguing intensified.  "So good.
So good."

	Hayden's warning of, "I'm not gonna last much longer," caused
Nelson to abandon his son's hole.  He lowered the boy's legs onto his own
shoulders, and buried the young man's penis in his throat.  There were no
preliminaries, no teasing, or time spent admiring the straight, thick cock.
He just swallowed the entire thing, and began sucking, while firmly rubbing
a thumb over his son's bulging perineum, stimulating the boy's prostate.

	"Holy . . ." Hayden jumped, as his penis hit the back of his
father's throat, at the same time that pressure from his father's thumb
against his prostate sent waves of pleasure washing over his body.  He
arched his back, thrusting his erection down his father's throat, as he
felt his orgasm build.  The pressure against his prostate increased,
causing him to groan, loudly, and twist with the exquisite pleasure his
father was bringing him.

	He arched his back and thrust once . . . twice . . . three times.
On the fourth, his entire body jerked, and he began sending torrents of
boy-sperm into his father's mouth.  He heard the older man swallow, then
swallow again, as he continued to milk and tongue the cock.  Hayden
couldn't remember such an all-consuming orgasm since his very first one
. . . in the locker room's showers . . . with two coaches watching.  He'd
sprayed, then, just as he did now.  It seemed to never end.

	"Oh, fuck!" his father groaned.  He hurriedly released his son's
cock and scrambled onto the bed, straddling Hayden's chest, just as his own
cock erupted, shooting three strong jets of jiz onto his son's astonished
face.  He tightened his muscles, squeezing out the last drop of pearlescent
liquid, then pushed the head of his cock past Hayden's lips, onto his
waiting tongue.  "Lick it clean," Nelson ordered.  He brushed some of his
own load away from one of his son's eyes, then scooped up as much as he
could gather, and wiped his finger across the boy's eagerly extended
tongue.

	"Next time . . . we fuck," he said, in a husky voice, gasping in a
reaction to over-stimulated nerves, as Hayden continued to work the head of
his erection.

	"Yeah," the young man answered, licking his lips.  "That's for
another time.  Now, can we just cuddle and kiss?"  He grinned.  "I'm
thinking that, maybe, we can still taste one another's cum on our tongues."

	Hours later, the two men were still awake, their arms and legs
intertwined.  "Thanks, Dad," Hayden murmured, idly stroking the closely
cropped hair on his father's chest.  "For everything," he continued,
snuggling closer.  "Not only the sex stuff, but the understanding.  That
was awesome.  I can't think of anyone else's father doing the same thing
for his son."  He kissed Nelson's neck.  "You're the best."

	He lay quietly for a moment.  "Are you bothered by what we did?
Are you sorry?"

	Nelson stirred.  He'd been content to lay with his son half-draped
over him, basking in the afterglow of what had happened.  Hayden's
questions brought their own questions.

	"I'm not sorry about it," he murmured, "but I am troubled.  Not
about your being on the Web or anything," he added quickly.  "I'm thinking
about your mother and what her reaction to all this would be.  I'm thinking
about the opportunities I've had to do something, in the past, and am
wondering what about you . . . and today, was different enough that I acted
on my desires.  I'm wondering what this means for our relationship, as
father and son, both today and in the future.  I'm wondering what we'll
think about what did tonight, ten, fifteen years from now."

	"Hmm," Hayden murmured, a barely concealed laugh coloring his
voice.  "I have always believed that you think entirely too much.  You
should just do, like we did this afternoon.  I don't know anything about
missed opportunities.  I do know that Mom would be pissed, but I don't plan
to tell her.  Hell, I want to be with you lotsa times, from here on out.
I'm not gonna do anything to spoil what we've got.

	"As for our relationship.  You're my Dad.  Nothing's changed.  I
love you, just as I always have, only more."  Hayden chuckled, nuzzling the
nape of his father's neck.  And . . ." he continued, "you gave in to your
urges today 'cause I'm such a sexy guy, huh?"  He nudged his father.  "I'm
right, aren't I, about being outrageously sexy, desirable, cute, hunky,
hung like a horse, and all that other good stuff?  Besides all that, I've
got a killer butthole and great tasting sperm."  He giggled.  "I seem to
recall you saying something about all those things.  Oh, yeah.  I forgot to
mention my bull balls.  Right?" Hayden nodded, as he smiled, asking for
confirmation of his description.

	"Hmm," Nelson said.  "I'd agree with the cute, desirable, and sexy
bits, but hung?"

	Hayden backed up in feigned outrage, and playfully punched his
father's shoulder.  "I'm 'bout as big as you, and I've still got some
growing to do."

	"Yeah?  Who told you that?  I think you've maxed out already."

	"No, I haven't," Hayden began, then paused.  "For real?  Are you
joking?"  He raised the sheet to examine himself.  "Geez, I hope not.  I'd
like to be at least as big as you."

	"Nelson laughed.  "I'm teasing, handsome.  You'll probably end up
bigger than me.  Then I will have trouble keeping you dressed.  You'll be
wanting to show off for everyone."

	Hayden scrambled into a cross-legged position at his father's side.
"Hey, Dad, d'you think that . . . sometime . . . the two of us can appear
on cam together?  No faces or anything, just beating off or fucking or
something.  I think that'd be so cool, to let the whole world know what
we've got.  Even though no one would know who we are.  We'd know."

~ to be continued


	If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other
story, Seth, also in the Nifty Incest section.  I have also been asked by
Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add
to his stories.  I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit.
	If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at:
matti-kirjailija@me.com
	And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's
pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea
KEAR-yawl-e-yaw.