Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 12:53:54 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Instruction

The following story deals with father/son incest. If this is not a part of
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My name is Rob, Canadian, 46, and I can be reached at:
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Dedicated to Neal


Instruction

Brad sat next to his young son, Joey, on the large plush sofa. Opposite not
five feet away sitting in a high wing-back was the instructor. He gave a
shallow nod to Brad.
    "You both look ready". The instructor pushed a device and the recording
equipment whirred to life. "Let's begin".
    Brad inhaled. His arm was draped over his sons shoulder. The 37 year
old ex-jock glimpsed over to gaze down into his sons eyes. "You ready?"
    Joey gave a beatific grin. "Yup. I'm ready".
    "Simply follow my instructions and you'll both enjoy the experience",
the instructor stated.
    Father and son nodded.

Caress Joeys cheek. Feel the softness of the skin, the strength of the
jaw. Let your fingertips explore the satin of your sons flesh.

    Brad let his fingers wander. Feeling cheek and brow. Finger pads slid
up the nose to explore the brow then down again to trace the line of the
thin upper lip and pouty lower.

This would be a good time to kiss. First the eyes. Feel the flutter of his
lashes under the weight of your lips. Then the nose. Slide along the
aquiline feature. Down. Slowly down. To his lips. So sweet and sensuous.

    Their lips met. Tentative at first. But as Joey rested his hands on the
broad shoulders the kiss deepened. Opened. Tongues engaged. The taste of
youth upon the tang of wisdom. Tongue rolling over tongue in a sea of spit.

Slide your hand down his neck. Feel the beating of his heart. It quickens
at your touch. The shirt should be undone.

    As lips mashed Brads meaty fingers fumbled with the buttons. One by one
as the shirt opened.

That's good. Feel the smooth velvet of his chest. The warmth. Slide over
the pecs. Gently feel his nipples. See how they harden at daddy's touch. So
firm and inviting. They deserve a kiss.

    Brad moved his lips over the nipple. Kissing the nub. Allowing his lips
to part his tongue tested the pap. Firm. Warm. The tongue flicked fast over
and over.

As you move to the other nipple it would be best to open his pants.

    He fumbled uncertain with the belt but Joey aided in the completion by
unsnapping and unzipping. Brads hand trailed down the stomach to the
waistband of the briefs. Sliding underneath his fingers encircled the top
of the pencil prick, squeezing the spongey eraser-like knob.

Very nice. Now scoop down the front of your sons jockeys. There. Now that
beautiful prick is in view. Hard. And ready. Look at it.

    Brad took in the view. As his hand held the front of the briefs at bay
he saw the pale pinkish thin stalk and the pink knob. The piss slit smiled
back. Brad lowered his head as he took in the prick. So thin and lovely, he
sucked on his son for the first time. Barely moving his head, his eyes
closed in contentment, his mouth sucked the prick. Tongue dancing,
exploring. His nostrils filled with the scent of boy.

Now take in his balls at the same time. Good. Very nice. Lower yourself to
your knees between his legs. Good. Pull his pants and jockeys
off. Nice. Now look up into your sons eyes. Let him see what a happy
cocksucker looks like.

    Brad looked up. The boys eyes were filled with excitement and
wonder. His young eyes staring into his dads and taking quick glimpses of
his prick in and out of his dads hungry mouth.

Pull Joey forward. Now free his prick and lap at his balls. That's
right. Allow your tongue to explore the whole bag.

    Brad licked at the balls like a dog. Long fast swipes that caused the
peas to bounce wildly in the sac. He smiled a little as Joey toyed with his
prick.

Now lower your tongue. Good. Push his knees up. Over. Good. Hands on his
ass pull the cheeks apart. That's where you lick now.

    Brad lapped up the ass crack. His tongue giving long swipes. Then
smaller and smaller swipes as he concentrated at the asshole. Boring
in. His mouth covered the cunt as his tongue drilled and prodded
relentlessly. He never knew his sons ass would prove so tastey.

Expertly done, Brad. But it's time Joey was allowed to see his dad
naked. Stand up. Good. Now watch your sons eyes. Slowly strip.

    Joey watched in anticipation. The tie was unknotted. The buttons were
undone from neck to waist then the shirt was pulled out and opened. Each
cuff in turn was opened. The belt unbuckled. Pants unhooked and
unbuttoned. Open. The tie was slowly pulled off from one side. The shirt
pulled back over the shoulders before falling away. Index and middle finger
scissored open over the right hairy nipple. Sensuously sliding back and
forth for a moment. His fathers eyes bored into him with lust. The pants
were lowered then stepped out of. Joey stared at the massive log straining
sideways in the blue-striped bikini briefs. He took in the mountain of
thick hair covering his dads body.

Now, Joey, I think you should sit forward. That's the lad. Now feel the
front of your dads briefs.

    Joey ran his hands over the fullness of the cotton. One hand rubbed
along the fat cock. Feeling each bump and curve marvelling at the
power. The other hand felt each ball where it protruded.

Brad, I think you need to show your son his daddys cock.

    Brad lowered his briefs to mid-thigh then stood up, fists on hips.
    Joe took hold of the cock. Felt its strength and heat. The power of
dads.

Joey. Ask your dad if you can suck his cock.

    Joey looked up; eyes to eyes. "Daddy? Can I suck your cock?"
    Brad smiled slightly. "Yes, son, you can".
    He looked at the great meat uncertain.

Lick it, Joey. Like it was a lollipop or an ice cream cone. Long
licks. Start at the bottom. That's it. Now lick up all the way. All the way
up those nine inches. Good boy. Keep going. All the way to the knob. Very
good. Now lick all over the head. All of it; don't miss a spot. Excellent
work. Now open up wide and see how much you can get in your mouth. Keep
trying.

    Brad stared in awe as his knob disappeared into the warm wetness of his
sons mouth.
    Joey sucked but the knob was huge. It was only after a minute or two
that his jaw ached and he went back to licking. All of the shaft. Front and
back. Boy tongue on man cock. Son on dad.

I can see that feels good, Brad. But your seed needs to be planted
elsewhere. Joey, lay back on the couch. Good. Now pull your knees to your
chest. Very nice. Now hold them there. Brad, open the Vaseline.

   Brad fell to his knees as he scooped out two fingers worth of the
balm. He then lathered his sons asshole.

Very nice. Now use one finger and enter him slowly. It might be a good time
to kiss your boy.

   Brad slid his index finger into the tight virginity. His lips met his
sons. Then their tongues met. He finger-fucked his son
sensuously. Gently. Lovingly. Then he introduced his middle finger. Once he
was able to finger-fuck the entire length he knew his son was ready to pop.

Good. Now grease up your knob. Jack your cock. Good. Looks very hot,
Brad. Now you're both ready to become lovers.

    Brad positioned his knob as he straightened up. Holding his cock in
position he used his hips as the leverage. Slowly, slowly, continuously he
moved forward. The knob entered as well as the first inch of stalk before
Joey grabbed his dads thighs and pushed them back. Or tried to.
    "It's okay, son. I won't give you anymore than this. It's enough to
fuck with".
    Brad rocked back then forth, out and in and out. So tight. The asshole
squeezed the knob as it exited and entered. Tighter than any mouth could
do. Better than any other ass.
    "Oh, son. I can't hold back. Oh, God, oh, fuck. Cum. Cum". Brads body
convulsed as he seeded his son for the first time. Wave after wave. His
body shuddering. Tears welling. Balls tight. Best cum ever!

Now you two are truly one. Forever and always. This is only the beginning.

    Brad looked down at his cock buried into his sons asshole as if this is
where it had always belonged.
    He looked over at the instructor and winked. "Thanks, dad".