Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2015 19:18:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Paul River <paulriver926@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay/Incest His Comforting Smell Part 3
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Characters:
Robby- 17 years old, Lacrosse player, senior in HS, Gay
Kyle- 37 years old, Robby's Dad, amazing green eyes, 9"x6" cock, Greek God
physique, Bisexual
Carl- 37, Kyle's childhood best friend, left for New York City after HS,
Gay
Coach Langston- Robby's Lacrosse coach, has a son Jake who is gay and
recently came out, 7.5" cock, Straight
Jake- 19 years old, Ex-HS wrestler and football player, college wrestler,
6'3, 220 lbs. muscle, beautiful blue eyes, light brown hair, Gay
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The past week has been a whirlwind of amazing changes. I now sleep
with Dad in his bed, and I even have a drawer for some emergency underwear
and shorts just in case we get any unexpected visitors. It feels amazing
to feel my Dad's arms around me every morning, his scent the first thing I
smell when I wake up. Every morning so far I've woken him up with a nice
blowjob to start his day off right before he gives me a hard, quick fuck to
keep me satisfied all through school. Seeing Dad happy again has been a
great improvement since Mom died, especially since we were able to find
Carl on Facebook. His face when I typed in Carl's full name showed first
of hope, then a little disappointment when he wasn't one of the first ten
people in the search results. Dad saw one that looked familiar to the guy
he remembered 18 years ago, and realized it was actually him. We looked
through his profile to see if there was anything we could see right away,
and found that he did not have a relationship status up. It took Dad a day
and a half before he sent a friend request and messaged Carl, but once he
did they've been talking non-stop.
Besides Dad reconnecting with Carl, I came out to my lacrosse coach
after practice one day. Coach Langston was silent for a moment, then came
up from his desk and pulled me into a hug that let me know he was fully
supportive. I wasn't ready to come out to the whole team yet, let alone
the whole school but I knew I needed some bits of support here at school
once I decided to take that step.
"I'm proud of you Robby for telling me, and for the courage you
mustered to not only accept yourself for you who are, but to also tell
someone. I have to ask you something personal though, if you don't mind."
Coach says. I nod in agreement. "My son, Jake, you may remember him when
he went here. Anyway, he recently came out to my wife and I to our total
surprise."
I remembered Jake all right; 6'3, 220 pounds of pure muscle,
beautiful blue eyes and light brown hair. Jake was two years ahead of me
in school and was on the wrestling and football teams. Coach waits for my
reaction and I tell him, "Yeah I remember Jake. He was a great guy here,
respected everyone on and off the field."
Coach then asks me, "Robby, would you mind if he were to contact you
to have another guy to talk about things with? I'm his dad and love him to
death as my son, but I don't have any experience in that sort of area. It
would help me know that my son has someone who understands what he's going
through as part of his support system." I nod and let Coach know that I'd
be willing to help Jake out. "Have him text me anytime." I tell Coach and
hand him my phone number to pass on to Jake.
--------------Jake's view-----------------
I had just come back from a run when Dad drove up into the garage.
"Hey son, have a good run?"
"Yeah Dad, it helped me clear my head. Do you know what time Mom is
coming home tonight?"
"She's working the overnight shift at the hospital tonight. It'll
just be you and me." He pauses before giving a quick look around and says,
"Jake, can you help your old man out?" while grabbing his dick through his
pants. I give him my best smile and nod, and we both rush into the house.
Dad and I have been hooking up for about 6 months. I told him first
that I was gay and he asked if I had ever done anything with a guy. I told
him no and he asked if I was willing to practice with him. Having that
opportunity just land in my lap, I quickly got to my knees and waited for
him to give me some direction on how to service his cock. Ever since then
I've sucked my dad off about 2-3 times a week when Mom wasn't home.
I'm waiting in my bed with just my jockstrap on when Dad finally
comes in wearing his jock, hard cock pointing up and ready. "You ready
son?" He asks me and I nod my head ready to taste the cock that made me
again. He walks up and slides his jock to the side, letting out the
perfect 7.5" cut cock. I lick my lips in anticipation, then lick straight
from the base to the tip, tasting the day's worth of sweat while looking up
into Dad's eyes and seeing pure pleasure. The sweat is an aphrodisiac for
me, reminding me of the perfect male form of jocks that need to be
serviced. Once at the tip, I take the head and a few inches into my warm
mouth and start the best part: giving my dad a blowjob, ones that he can't
refuse no matter how many times he tries.
Dad's hand grips the back of my head as he moans out, still in
disbelief how much better a guy's mouth, his own son at that, can feel on
his hard cock. His hand starts to apply pressure on my head, letting me
know he wants more in my mouth. I swallow him to the root, that nice
perfect cockhead leaking into the back of my throat. This is my favorite
thing to do with my dad, just have him enjoy himself without any qualms
while I get to practice my oral skills. Cupping his balls in my hand, I
swallow his cock repeatedly getting Dad to moan out extra loud.
"Fuck son, suck your dad's cock. Best mouth I've ever had." He moans
out as he starts fucking my head against his crotch.
"Oh son, I'm gonna cum soon. You ready to swallow this load boy?"
I look up and nod my head as I suck his cock even faster, flicking
his cockhead with my tongue every time it comes close.
"Fuck son here it is. FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKK YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!! UGH
UGH UGH UGH UGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
7 spurts of hot Dad cum shoot into my mouth, the feeling of all that
cum in my mouth making me shoot my load into my jockstrap. Like a good son
I swallow it all, while giving his cock a few last sucks to get every drop
I can out of his cock. Dad tucks his cock back into his jock and lies back
on my bed to catch his breath and ride out the post-cum euphoria he gets. I
curl up next to him to enjoy it myself when he asks me, "Hey Jake, do you
remember a lacrosse player named Robby?"
I remember Robby, I crushed on him so hard while we were both in high
school but didn't want to accept it then.
"Yeah Dad, I think I remember him. Why what's up?"
"He came out to me today after practice and we had a little chat. I
told him that I was proud he made the decision to come out to someone he
trusted, and gave him my full support. I also mentioned that you recently
came out to your mom and I, and asked him if he would be interested in
talking with you about things that I wouldn't be able to help you with. I
love you son but I know there are some things that I won't be able to help
you with since I don't have any experience in that field." Dad tells me.
Robby is gay. I didn't hear much of Dad's rambling after that, since
I was still focused on my crush also being gay.
"It's ok Dad. I appreciate you looking out for me and am glad that
you've been so great with this, especially helping me when it's just us
around."
"Let me go get the piece of paper he wrote his number on from my
pants. Figured I'd be prepared incase you decided you were interested."
Thank you dad!
"Now let's get some dinner before I starve. Not everyone here had an
appetizer." Dad winks and jokes as we both get up to shower and enjoy
dinner.
-------------Robby's view---------------
Later that evening, I received a text from Jake saying, "Hey Robby,
it's Jake. I guess u know the reason y I texted. Are you free now to meet
up somewhere and talk?"
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