Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 23:18:36 -0400
From: Phillip McCormick <thebestboys84@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Alone with Dad Chapter 1 (Gay> Incest)

       *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
       "Argh... Fuck me!" I moaned, as the annoying alarm of my clock woke
me up.
       Waking up at 8 in the morning was not the way I wanted to things to
be the summer before Senior year, but coach scheduled Rugby practice, and
being that there was a huge tournament in two weeks, it was my duty to show
up. I rolled my naked body out of my bed, and checked myself out in the
mirror. Standing at 5'7" I wasn't the tallest 18 year old guy, but all the
cardio and weight training for rugby really helped my body. My biceps were
extremely firm, and I have a lower half to die for, including the important
part. And with that, I grabbed my 7 inch dick, and rubbed the tip a little.
       "Listen Bubby, I'd love to play, but we need to get to practice." I
said to my dick, "But I promise it'll be worth the wait"
       With that, I searched the floor of my room for one of my
jocks. Luckily, I found one, like my other ones, I don't wash it right
after usage, I like to build a little musk, and the one I picked up was
definitely building up some musk. I took a whiff, and my dick got hard
again, but I just slipped on my ass-less jock, and then went in search for
the rest of my rugby gear scattered in my room.
       "There you are!" I cheered to myself, as I finally found my rugby
shorts.
       "Wow, wasn't expecting a show Fuzz-Ass!" I heard a deep voice
chuckle from my door way.
       I stood up straight, and turned around quickly to see my dad
standing in the door way of my room with a grin on his face.
       "Oh, morning, Dad." I replied with an embarrassed smile, as he just
saw my hairy man hole.
       "Are the girls into hair now?" My dad asked.
       "Um..." I honestly had no idea how to reply.
       "I sure know your mother likes me trimmed, if you ever want to
,maybe, trim down that man forest, I have an electric trimmer under the
sink." My dad informed me.
       The thought of my mother having a sexual preference on my dad's hair
made me internally gag, a tad, but the thought of my dad manscaping was
very appealing. Just thinking of him handling his meat to trim around it,
and having his fingers graze over his own ass to trim that down too made my
dick plump up a little.
       "Um... Thanks for the information Dad, I'll consider it." I said
trying to get him to leave my room.
       "Okay," My dad responded, "Well I just wanted to stop by your room
to tell you that I'm dropping your mother off at the airport, her flight
leaves at 9, and then I have a few things to get done at the office. But I
was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight."
       "Alright, sounds good." I smiled awkwardly.
       "Okay, well then we're off." My dad said as he walked away.
       "Tell mom I said goodbye!" I shouted, so my dad could hear me down
the hallway.
       He didn't respond, but I heard a chuckle, and then the door clicked
open, and shut.
       "Awesome, looks like after practice we'll have a lot of time to
ourselves." I smiled down at my dick.

***
       Finally, I arrived at rugby, and we practiced for 3 hours. With all
the practice scrums, tackles, and various other things, everyone on the
team had built up sweat, along with strong manly smell.
       "Okay!" My coach shouted as he clapped his hands, "Final scrum for
practice today, and then you can all go and fuck around."
       I took my position in the scrum, Hooker, and let my props bind onto
me.
       "Crouch!" My coach shouted.
       Both sides crouched down, and the smell of sweaty balls and ass hit
my nostrils, and made me extremely horny, but luckily my jock was holding
everything down well.
       "Touch!" My coach added.
       The sound of the props' hands slapping against each other's skin
filled the air.
       "Pause!" My coach ordered.
       Everything went silent.
       "Engage!" Coach demanded.
       With that, it was a sudden battle of power. The Scrum Half rolled
the ball into the scrum, and it was Hooker on Hooker action. I tried to
launch my feet as fast as possible, and luckily, I was able to grasp the
ball and gently kick it back to my teammates.
       "Disengage!" My coach ordered.
       Everything stopped, and everyone stood up.
       "Awesome job Danny!" My coach smiled, and patted me on the shoulder,
"Okay hoodlums, get the fuck out of my sight!"
       Everyone collectively chuckled, and walked over to the benches to
collect their gym bags. I was pretty worn out, so I was in no rush to get
my bag. As I was slowly walking toward the bench, so ran passed me, and
slapped my ass. It was a sudden jolt of pleasure, and then I realized who
it was. It was one of the props on our team, Jordan. As he ran passed me he
gave an innocent little smirk, and wink. Jordan was possibly one of the
most clueless people in the world, but he made up for it by being cute. He
was about 6'4", blond hair, some facial scruff, and icy blue eyes. The fact
that he just smacked my ass made me harder than I was before, and I knew it
was time to get home and take care of the problem in my pants.
       "Nice job today, D." Jordan said, as I sat down on the bench, and
started to take off my cleats.
       "I figured the ass tap implied that complement?" I jokingly asked
and replied at the same.
       "Dude," Jordan said, puffing out his chest, so I knew was getting
stupid, "I love it when my girl smacks my as, it sends a little jolt
through me. I figured it was a good way to encourage you to keep it up next
practice."
       "Well you're totally correct." I smiled, as I slipped on my shoes,
and stood up. "Ass taps go a long way."
       I loved having conversations like this with the people on my team. I
was the only gay teammate that I knew of, and everyone on my team seems
fine with gay people, but I'm still hesitant to tell anyone on the
team. Well, anyone for that matter. At this point on still totally
closeted.
       "Well, listen D. Me and a few of the guys are going out tonight,
want to join?" Jordan asked.
       I wanted to say yes, but I knew that if I blew off dinner with my
dad it would hurt his feelings. "Sorry man," I replied, "Not tonight, but
I'm basically free for the next week or so."
       "Fine," Jordan dramatically rolled his eyes, and let out a forced
huff. "I guess we can do something another night."
       "Alright, well I gotta get home, so I'll see you at practice on
Wednesday." I said, as I walked away and waved.
       "Cool, Bitch!" Jordan shouted at me, and then chuckled.

***
       The drive home was torture. Just knowing that I had a nice sweaty
jock, ready for me to shove my face in made me precum like a
waterfall. When I rolled into the driveway and parked the car, I bolted out
of the car, and ran into my room, up the stairs to my room. When I was
finally through the doorway I shucked my clothes off, and slipped off my
jock. I threw it onto my pillow, and then knelt on the floor to grab a
special something. I grabbed the old shoe box under my bed, and pulled it
out quickly. I ripped off the lip, and there sitting inside were the
various dildos and vibrators I bought myself since I turned 18. Now that I
have the ability to purchase sex toys, I honestly can't see myself just
going back to my fingers and spit like I used to use. Well, maybe the spit,
but dildos are a huge upgrade from a few fingers. I grabbed a bottle of
lube, and a 10 inch black dildo from the box, and slip the rest back under
my bed.
       I hopped onto my bed, and went to work. I lubed up my hairy teen
hole, and started to tease myself with the dildo. I kept grazing my tight
hole with the tips, and would push it in a little further every
time. Finally, after enough fucking around, I gently slipped it all the way
in.
       "Fuck yes!" I moaned as I felt it knocked against my prostate.
       I started to rock back and forth on my ass to get the dildo to move
inside on my hole, and then when I felt like I was close to cumming I
started to slow down. I laid down flat on my back, and grabbed my dirty
jock. I put it against my nose, and inhaled the sweet scent of my musk.
After a few minutes of just sniffing my jock, I decided to start speeding
things up again. I started to squeeze my sphincter muscles on the dildo,
and the feeling was amazing.
       Finally, I spit onto my palm, and grabbed hold of my precum soaked
dick. I slowly ran my clasped fist up and down my dick as I sniffed the
dirty jock, and squeezed the dildo. After about ten minutes of the process,
I felt myself reach the point of no return, and I kept going.
       "OH, FUCK ME!!!" I shouted at the tops of my lungs as my ass muscles
squeezed down as hard as possible on the dildo, and cum flew from my
penis. It was like a never ending fountain of cum. Rope after rope burst
out and landed on my chest, face, and even a little in my gaping mouth.
       With a loud plop, I slid the dildo out of my hole, and inspected
it. It was a little dirty, seeing as I hadn't douche in a few days, and the
shit I took this morning wasn't the most firm.
       "Guess I'll just clean you in the shower." I said, as I rose from my
bed, with dildo in hand.
       When I was on both my feet, I turned to get my jock, and I noticed a
rope of cum on the poster above my bed. I wiped it off with my finger, and
licked it off with my finger.
       "Yum," I said to myself, as I exited my room, and walked down the
hall to the bathroom for a shower.
       Halfway down the hallway, I heard the front door open.
       "Dan, I'm home!" My dad bellowed, "Are you home?"
       I didn't expect my dad to be home so early, and to make matters
worse, I had a messy dildo in my hand.
       "Yeah, I was just about to take a shower." I called back, as I
dashed for the bathroom.
       Once inside the bathroom, I closed the door, and went straight into
the shower. I turned the hot water nozzle, set my dildo on the floor of the
shower, and let the warm water hit my sore body.
       Just when I started to clean the lube from my ass, I heard a knock
on the bathroom door.
       "Come in," I shouted from the shower.
       "Hey," my dad greeted as he stepped into the steamy bathroom, and
closed the door. "The restrooms at work were out of order, and I seriously
need to take care of some paper work, if you know what I mean."
       "Whatever, we all shit, I don't care." I replied.
       "That's a boy!" My dad chuckled.
       I heard him unbuckle his belt, and his pants drop to the floor. The
I heard the lid hit the tank, and him sit down in relief.
       "Smells like sex in here." My dad remarked, "Did you fuck a girl
after practice?"
       Luckily, my dad couldn't see me blushing through the shower curtain,
but I was red as a fire truck with that remark.
       "No, I didn't bring any girls home, Dad." I stated, with a hint of
embarrassment.
        "Oh," My dad replied, "Well son, there's nothing wrong with taking
care of yourself. Everyone does it. Like you said, everyone shits, and
everyone jerks off. No shame. And as for the smell, I feel like my own
smell is going to take over soon."
       The awkward conversation of jerking off was not something I wanted
to discus with my dad, but I didn't want to leave the conversation
hanging. That would just make things worse, well at least I felt so.
       "Yeah, I guess rugby practice just got my blood flowing. After
practice I was ready to pump anything" I said, not really sure what else to
say.
       "Believe me," My dad replied, letting out some loud gas, "I know how
you feel. After a workout at the gym, I feel like I can fuck a whole whore
house."
       I didn't know what to do, so I just shut the water off, and
chuckled.
       "Yeah, that's for damn sure." I said, as I drew back the curtain,
and grabbed a towel.
       "Wow," My dad said, jokingly covering his eyes, still sitting on the
toilet, "Put that equipment away."
       "What, never seen a dick before?" I sarcastically retorted.
       "I prefer to see and handle my own." My dad said as he grabbed his
own dick.
       "Oh," I said as I looked down, and saw his huge dick, and balls
hanging dangerous close to the toilet water.
       "Don't worry; you'll have one like me one day." My dad smiled. "How
big are you hard?"
       This time he could totally see me blush as I wrapped the towel
around my waist. "Umm... About 7 inches I guess."
       My dad just smirked, "Well, I get around 10 inches, so don't worry,
if you're anything like me, you'll be set for college."
       With that, my dad turned his torso to flush the toilet, and stood
up. Then, he stood up, put down the lid, and took his shirt off.
       "I think I'm going to hop in, just to clean up a little." My dad
said, pointing at his ass.
       "Okay, cool." I replied, "I'm gonna go get changed, and play some
video games."
       "Alright," My dad replied, still standing in the middle of the
bathroom, "Think about what you want for dinner while I'm showering."
       "Okay," I said, as I walked out of the bathroom, and my dad turned
the shower water on.
       Once I closed the door, the unthinkable hit me... I left my dildo on
the floor of the shower!


TO BE CONTINUED...

***
       I'd like to thank everyone for reading the first chapter of my
story. This is my first attempt at writing any Gay Erotica. I hope you
enjoyed it, and if you have any input, please feel free to email me. I'd
really love to heard feedback from all my readers!!! My email is
thebestboys84@gmail.com , and again, please feel free to write me about
anything.