Date: Thu, 9 May 2013 20:51:25 -0400
From: Silo Addict <siloaddict@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started At the Pool (Chapter 8)

It started at the pool

By Silo Addict (siloaddict@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a man and
his teenage son. This story is entirely fictional and isn't true. Any
characters or scenarios that share any similarities to real life people are
events are purely coincidental.  The author of this story is not a minor
but of legal age.

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"Keep sucking son. I'm gonna cum!"

Within seconds, his cock plumped in his mouth and shot jets of fatherly
seed into his small mouth. It was too much, so he had no choice but to
swallow. Hank groaned hard with each pulse of semen, grabbing his son's
head and thrusting forward. When he stopped cumming, Jeremy rose to his
feet, wrapping his small hands around his father's waist, their sweaty
bodies pressed together as they kissed passionately.

As their tongues mingled, cum mixing with saliva to make one incestuous
cocktail, they parted, and Jeremy stared lovingly at his father.

"I hope we can do this again," said Jeremy.

"Anytime son, anytime."

Chapter 8

In the days that followed I saw a stark contrast in my father's
attitude. He was always smiling and there seemed to be an extra bounce in
his step. He was even more frisky with my mother, grabbing her ass, feeling
her up, oftentimes when I was in the same room. When she was upstairs
somewhere or doing laundry in the basement, my dad would grab me in his
strong arms and kiss me deeply. Something he'd get ballsy, pulling down my
shorts, bending me over, and eating out my ass while he furiously jerked
his dick. When my mother went out running errands or visiting her sister,
I'd walk over to him, sink to my knees, and take in as much of his dick my
small mouth could accommodate.

Neither of us spoke the entire time, other than the occasional groan and
maybe a pat on the shoulder after he came. It's like it was expected of
me. I wanted to please my dad as most sons do and will most young boys
think rather highly of themselves I could honestly say that my cocksucking
was getting better. I was close taking his whole dick and my throat relaxed
more than before. It was a real bonding experience between the two of us
and ultimately brought us closer.

At night I could hear my parents having sex through the walls. I'd press my
ear against the walls and jerk off to the sound of them fucking. Last
night, I was particularly bold, and the moment I heard their headboard
knocking against my wall I waltzed over their door. The door was opened a
crack and I crept forward making sure the floorboards didn't creek.

It was a particularly hot June night so both my parents were naked. My
mother was lying naked on the bed, spread-eagle, her legs propped up in my
father's muscular arms, pinning her knees back. Her huge boobs jiggled back
and forth. But it wasn't her I was focusing on. It was my dad and his
massive eight-cock plunging deep into her pussy. The thing was huge and
veiny, his balls pulled tight up in his sac. He gave it to her hard and
fast, each thrust making a loud squishing sound.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" screamed my mother, the juices of her pussy shiny in
the moonlight. His cock was harder than ever. It was then that I glanced up
and saw my dad looking straight at me. I didn't even know it but I had
unconsciously pulled down the waistband of my underwear and was stroking my
small dick.

Seeing me standing there must have spurned him on, for he didn't break eye
contact and forced his entire weight on my mother. His back was covered in
sweat.

"Say it! Say I want your cock!"

"I want your cock."

"Louder!"

"I want your cock!" she said.

It was then he let out a loud groan, a guttural animal grunt and he came,
his fat dick shooting loads of cum deep inside her. They stayed like that
for a few minutes basking in the glow of their orgasm. My dad's dick
softened and when it eventually slipped out a gush of cum spilled out.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. As he rolled over to the side of
the bed, I tiptoed back to my room and jerked off faster than ever. I came
in about ten seconds thinking of myself in my mother's place, my dad's
large body pinning me down and fucking me with his hard cock. Soon enough,
my chest was plastered with sticky cum. I rubbed it into my skin until it
was nice and dry and quietly went to sleep.

*

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and I was playing video games when my
cell phone rang.

"Hey. What are you up to?" It was Jason.

"Nothing much, just playing video games."

"Wanna drop by my house?"

Both my parents were home and it didn't look like I'd have any father-son
playtime. "Give me five minutes."

After getting my parent's permission, I soon found myself on Jason's
doorstep ringing the doorbell. When he opened the door I couldn't help but
smile. I hadn't seen him since our visit to the public pool and seeing him
in his denim jeans and black t-shirt was too much.

"I'm glad you came," he said, "come in."

He took me by the hand and led me into his house. The configuration was
exactly the same as his own so he knew his way around, only the decor was
different.

"Where's your dad and brother?"

"My dad's out on a job and my brother's at a movie with a friend."

I could feel my erection rubbing against my shorts. And Jason wasn't shy
about noticing it. Then again, I wasn't exactly making it hard for him not
to notice. I had butterflies in my stomach the entire way. We passed his
room and continued our way through the house. It didn't take long to
realize he was leading me to the basement. As we went down the stairs I
quietly shucked off my shorts, underwear, and threw my T-shift over my
head.

Jason hadn't noticed yet as he sauntered into the middle of the room.

"See anything you like?" I said and he turned around immediately. His eyes
grew wide, a sheepish grin growing on his face. He bridged the gap and
lightly tweaked my nipple.

"You're full of surprises aren't you?"

I noticed a futon up against the far side of the basement.

"Is that the couch?" I said.

Jason only nodded. It'd been almost a week since he confessed that years
ago after coming home early from a friend's house, he witnessed his brother
sucking off his dad through the basement window, but that was years ago and
as far as he knew they've never done it again, though I got the feeling
Jason wished it was him instead of his brother who'd sucked his dad's dick.

"I have an idea," I said, shaking my ass on my way to the futon, "Why don't
we pretend to be father and son?" I lowered my small frame on the couch,
crossing my legs.

"You mean like role-play?"

"Yeah."

"That could be fun, but I want something first."

Jason approached the futon and immediately dropped to his knees. He
engulfed my dick in one foul swoop, taking it in no problem. Despite my
small size (I was thirteen after all) I could tell he was an expert
cocksucker. The feeling, however, was indescribable. It was my first
blowjob and Jason's pouty lips made short work of it, sliding up and down
the entirety of my shaft. He didn't skimp on his tongue either. He worked
the thing in and around his mouth, providing an unexpected thrill I didn't
think was possible. I placed by hands on his head unable to control myself.

It wouldn't last long and before I knew cum was running up my dick and into
his mouth. I couldn't move after that. I must have shot eight times. Cum
dribbled out of Jason's mouth. As my dick slowly softened he put his mouth
on my balls, sucking them one at a time.

"That was great!" I said.

"You have no idea," exclaimed Jason, rising on his haunches, "You're the
youngest person I've ever sucked off."

Jason rose to his feet. His erection was huge. The thing snaked down one
side of his pants. He undid his belt and pulled them off one leg at a time,
then quickly removed his shirt.

"Why don't you get on your knees and suck daddy's cock?"

I didn't have to be told twice. Jason practically ripped off his
underwear. His massive member would bring anyone to their
knees. Fortunately it was entirely voluntary for me. The sight of his lithe
body and pale skin sent me into overdrive. He was hairless except for a
small bush of wispy hairs above his dick and a nice set of furry balls.

I started at the balls of course, licking them one at a time. The scent was
incredible, a slightly musky odor and something I couldn't put my finger
on. It was a turn on to say the least. Seeing this big, strong
fifteen-year-old was like a giant to me, and excited me to no end.

"That's really great son," said Jason as I took the head gently into my
mouth.

As I slowly worked more of it into my mouth, I worked my tongue trying to
mimic what he'd done to me.  Jason groaned, taking in slow gulps of air as
he buried his cock deeper into my mouth. It was then he grabbed my head and
just as I became fully accustomed to his dick, started pumping it rapidly,
fucking my hole for all it was worth.

"Oh yeah, son, take daddy's cock. Don't stop."

His voice made me suck harder, causing me to stretch my mouth further and
wider than ever before. It was clear he was getting close. With one final
plunge he groaned so loud I wouldn't be surprised if the whole neighborhood
heard. Semen pumped into my mouth in rapid succession. It didn't take long
for my mouth to overflow. I quickly swallowed like I had my father and for
the briefest of moments really felt like Jason's son.

In the afterglow of his orgasm Jason slowly made his way to the couch
stretching lengthwise from one end to the other. I rested my body on top of
his, our flesh grinding against one another. Jason wrapped his spindly arms
around me, his dick growing in the cleft of my ass.

"So did you have fun?" he asked Jason seriously caressing my back.

"You can be my daddy anytime."

We kissed passionately for several minutes, until we fell asleep in each
other's arms and I could've sworn I saw some movement over there by the
window.

Feedback is always welcome as are plot ideas for the story. Share your
comments, suggestions, and by all means your own fantasies and experiences
with family members at siloaddict@hotmail.com. Remember, Nifty needs the
support of readers like you to continue to provide you with the
entertainment you enjoy. Please make a donation of any size to Nifty. Thank
you.