Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 21:53:58 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Jess - chapter two - Gay Incest section

Jess

Chapter two

by Roy Reinikainen

Jess sank onto the living room floor, resting in a cross-legged position,
extending his arms to support him as he leaned back.  He took a deep
breath, and exhaled at the same time he tried to laugh, overcome with what
had just happened.  Casey was lying back on the sofa, propped up by a
couple of the sofa's throw pillows.  His legs were spread wide, allowing
his soft cock to drape over his low hanging scrotum.

'Awesome,' Jess, thought to himself, watching a thin strand of sperm emerge
from the tip of the soft cock.  'It was so big . . .'  He silently snorted
a soft laugh.  'I've never seen anything like it.'  Jess watched as Casey
idly ran his fingers over the short hair of his chest, playing with the
remnants of Jess' cum.  Each movement made the red and green tattooed
dragon coiling up his right arm appear to flex and writhe.  He tilted his
head slightly forward and looked at Jess from beneath partially lowered
eyelids, giving him a satisfied smile.

Jess nudged Casey's leg with his own.  "Pretty awesome, I'd say," he
chuckled.  "I've never shot like that in my whole life."

"And, I haven't cum like that . . ."  Casey thought a moment, refusing to
release the wonderful experience by fully opening his eyes.  "In a long
time," he concluded.  "A very long time."

"So you liked it then?"

"Oh, yes," the older man exhaled.  "I enjoyed it very much."

"Then, maybe you will fuck me now?"

Casey raised his head and slowly opened one eye.  Jess was anxiously
sitting forward, awaiting an answer.  Even though he had only recently cum,
his cock twitched at the thought of Casey climbing on top of him.  Beating
off together had been wonderful, but it wasn't what he wanted.

"Jess . . ." Casey drawled.  "Just because we've masturbated together
doesn't mean I can go further than that.  What would your father . . ."

Both Casey and Jess looked up when Emitt, Jess' father walked past the
window, his shadow draping over them as he headed for the front door of the
house.

"Oh shit," Jess hissed, hurriedly looking around for his shorts, and
beginning to stand.  He appeared about to panic when Casey grabbed his
shoulder and forced him back to the floor, giving him a stern look.

"But . . ."  Jess' glance flicked from Casey toward the front door, where
his father had rung the doorbell, and then to his nakedness.

Casey took a deep breath.  "You were wondering what your father would say
about you and me fooling around.  Well, we're both about to find out."  He
pushed downward on Jess' leg with the soft skin of his bare foot.  "You
stay right where you are.  Do not move, do not speak, and do *not* get
dressed.  You're an adult, and who knows, you may end up being surprised by
how well things turn out."  He raised an admonitory finger.  "Trust me."
He raised his eyebrows, silently asking for a response.  Jess couldn't help
glancing toward the home's entry, and after nervously swallowing, he
nodded.

Casey decided to forego slipping into his running shorts, and walked to the
front door, muttering under his breath.  "I damn well hope things turn out
well."

"Yeah, right," Jess muttered to himself, watching Casey cross the room.  He
was too anxious to admire the older man's broad shoulders, narrow hips and
long tanned legs.  The tattooed dragon seemed suddenly to appear angry as
it coiled about Casey's arm.  Even the intense excitement of what had just
happened between him and Casey faded as he imagined what his father would
say when he found his oldest son sitting naked in his best friend's living
room.

"Oh geez," Jess quietly groaned as he heard the front door open.  He
grabbed a couple pillows from the sofa and laid back, covering his naked
groin with one, and his face with the other.  'Maybe if I lie very still,
and don't show my face or say anything, Dad won't realize it's me,' he
thought, as he waited for what would most likely be some sort of explosion
from his father.

'To make things worse, I'm not only naked, but covered with Mr. West's
drying sperm!"  He smothered another groan in the pillow, feeling a warm
breath of outside air waft over him from the opened door.  'What were we
thinking, fooling around in the friggin' living room?'

Casey put on what he hoped was his most welcoming smile as he opened the
front door and faced his best friend through the screen door, wearing the
drying sperm of his best friend's oldest son.  He could feel it drying in
his chest hair, and even though he was sure Emitt wouldn't be able to see
the crusty patches through the screen door, he was positive his friend
would be able to see that he had answered the door buck naked.

Emitt rocked back on his heels and sharply inhaled, as if he had been
surprised by a spray of cold water.

"Lookin' good, Case," he laughed, regaining his composure as a smile
blossomed.  "Does this mean you still love me?"  He lowered his voice.  "If
I'd known you were already naked, I wouldn't have bothered dressing to come
over."  Emitt looked toward the home's driveway where Casey's wife normally
parked her car.

"I take it the wife and Andy aren't home today?"

"Hey Em," Casey laughed in greeting, pleased with his friend's response to
his nakedness.  Still he made no move to open the screen door.  "They're
both gone for a few days and I always hang out naked when I'm home alone."
He deliberately cupped his genitals, noting how Emitt's eyes drank in what
he was doing.  "It sounds as if you'd still be interested in getting
together.  I mean, it's been what . . . eighteen years, at least!"  Casey
said, continuing to grope himself with one hand and play with his nipples
with the other, pleased when his cock began to thicken.  Emitt watched his
friend, and then groped his own cock through his shorts.  He glanced toward
his home, hoping neither his wife or sons were watching him.

"Fuck yeah, Case.  I'd be interested," Emitt answered, breathlessly.  "I
never *could* turn you down when you were naked.  But, why *now*?  You've
had an opportunity to ask for a fuck, for years.  What's changed?  You knew
I'd always be more than ready to be plowed by you."  He held out a hand,
stopping any response.  "Wait.  I don't care what's happened.  Let me in so
I can suck on that cock."  Emitt's deep laugh echoed into the house.  "Do
you still shoot as much as you did when we were in college?"

Jess' eyes widened beneath the pillow.  'I thought *Dad* was at the door
. . .'  He uncovered his head trying not to miss a word the two men said.
'I'm *positive* it's Dad.  It sounds like he and Mr. West have done stuff
with each other!"  He thought a moment, analyzing the implications of what
he was hearing.

"Way cool," he murmured to himself, wondering for the first time what his
father would look like naked.  It didn't sound as if Casey had opened the
door yet, so his father must still be standing outside.  'Maybe things
aren't going to turn out so bad, after all.'  He thought for a moment.
'Still . . . it's gonna be a shock to find out that Mr. West and I . . ."
He covered his eyes with the pillow.

Emitt leaned closer to the screen door.  "C'mon, Case.  Why are you keeping
me outside?  It's not like you to play hard to get.  I haven't seen your
gorgeous body since college days, and I'm about ready to burst out of my
shorts I'm so hard."  He glanced towards his house and then stuck his hand
beneath the waistband of his shorts and shifted his erection.  It looked as
if Emitt had been planning on going for a run.  He was dressed in a pair of
old cut-off sweat pants and a white t-shirt, his long erection created a
prominent mound running down one leg.

His smile resembled his son's, as did his light brown hair and fair skin.

'Come to think of it,' Casey thought to himself.  'They resemble one
another when they're naked, too.'  Casey couldn't help but grin at Jess'
demanding enthusiasm.  'When I was his age, could I have acted like he did,
asking someone older to have sex?'

Emitt knocked on the screen door, drawing Casey's attention away from his
musings.  "Earth to Casey," Emitt laughed.  "Quit fondling yourself; and
let me in so I can do it."  In the living room, Jess' eyes widened.

'Is that the same man who seems embarrassed for me to see him naked in the
gym locker room?'  Jess smiled, recalling the time his father had turned
his back to him as he slipped off his underwear.  "Nice butt, Dad," Jess
had teased, just loud enough to be heard by his father.  "Why so shy?"
He'd asked, when his father's blush seemed to cover his entire body.  Emitt
had only grinned and stepped into his gym shorts as quickly as possible.
Since he'd learned to drive, Jess and his father rarely went to the gym
together.  He'd often wondered if his offhand comment had caused the
change.

It was difficult to think that the man he knew was the same one urging
Casey to let him into the house so they could play.  Jess shook his head in
wonder.

"And, just what do you intend to do if I let you inside?" Casey teased,
wagging his erection from side to side.  He knew Jess couldn't see what he
was doing, and felt guilty leading his friend on as he was, knowing it
really wasn't fair to Emitt to reveal his sexual past to his son in this
way.  But, if he knew Emitt as well as he thought he did, he was sure his
friend would not at all be troubled by his son's sexual orientation.

'After all,' Casey thought, 'Emitt always was more daring than I.  He's
probably going to be more upset that he missed seeing Jess and me
masturbating with one another, than the fact that we *did* it.  At least, I
hope so,' his thoughts trailed off.

Casey smiled broadly.  "Are you up for a few games, Em?  I mean, right now?
Since I'm home alone, do you want to strip-off and fuck, or suck?  I forget
which of us was the bottom last.  You feel like poking me?  I've missed
having you mount me and then slowly slide that monster of yours up my butt
hole."

"Damn," Jess murmured, finding that he was getting hard, listening to Casey
and his father's conversation.

"Have you been drinking, Case?  You seem almost slap-happy.  C'mon, let me
in and I'll show you what I'd like to do to you."  Suddenly, he seemed to
recall why he had originally come over.

"I almost forgot why I'm here."  He lowered his voice.  "A naked man always
did do that to me."  He cleared his throat.  "By any chance, have you seen
Jess?  I'm trying to find him to let him know that his mother and brother
are going out to handle some errands, and I was going for a run.  I called
his cell phone, but he left it at home.  I heard it ringing in his room.

"After seeing you like this, I'm so horned-up I think I'll skip the run and
maybe the two of us can fuck around."  His eyes brightened as he had an
idea.

"Hey, what about me telling the wife that you and I are going to have a
guys-only barbecue.  I'll tell her that we're planning on having a few
drinks, so I'll just stay over here tonight and not annoy her.  Does that
sound okay with you?"  Emitt glanced toward his house and then slid his
hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and shook his cock as an
enticement for Casey to agree.

Without waiting to hear whether Casey knew where Jess was, Emitt turned and
trotted toward his house, where his wife and his youngest son, Ben, were
backing out of the driveway.  He waved them down and leaned down to speak
to his wife through the open window of the car.  After a few moments, he
stood and waved as she backed the car into the street and drove off.

"Okay, Case," he huffed as he jogged back to the house.  "I'm yours for at
least twenty-four hours.  Let's fuck."  Casey opened the door and held it
wide for his friend to step into the house.

The moment he had closed and locked the front door, Emitt took him into his
arms and kissed him, making sure Emitt's back was to the living room.  It
was a slow, sloppy kiss, the kind that both men most enjoyed.  "Oh, I've
missed doing that," Emitt groaned, thrusting his groin forward and pulling
his friend close, kneading his bare buttocks.

"When'd you get the awesome tattoo?"  He asked, running the tips of his
fingers over Casey's right shoulder and upper arm.  He tenderly licked over
the tattooed dragon's head, at the same time he ran his fingers through the
shortly cropped hair on Casey's chest, pausing to tweak one of his friend's
nipples . . . where he encountered a patch of Jess' drying sperm.  He
leaned back to look Casey in the eyes.  "Is this what I think it is?"
Casey smiled brightly and nodded.  He wasn't at all surprised when Emitt
leaned down and began licking the dried sperm out of the chest hair.

"Hmmm, you taste good," Emitt grinned, running his tongue over his lips as
he continued to toy with Casey's nipples with his fingertips.  What I'd
like even more than licking your stuff off your chest, would be able to
drink it right from the source."  He cupped Casey's scrotum with one hand
as he teased the length of his friend's erection with his other.

Casey cleared his throat.  "Um, thanks for the compliment, Em, but that's
not my sperm you just tasted."  Emitt's smile froze.  He lowered his voice
slightly.  "You mean someone else was here?  That stuff's pretty fresh."
He nodded to the remaining crusty patches on Casey's chest.  "Is that why
you're naked?  Is he still here?"

"Yeah, someone's here," Casey murmured in Emitt's ear, "and he's almost as
sexy as you."  He nibbled on his friend's earlobe and then licked over his
jaw until they kissed as he worked on Emitt's erection through the flimsy
fabric of his shorts.

"You dirty dog.  I didn't know you still played around.  Do I know him?"
His eyes widened.  "It wasn't Andy, was it?  I've seen him in his swimsuit
a few times and I'd be willing to bet he can shoot as big a load as his
dad.  He certainly looks hung for it."

Emitt gave his friend a slightly guilty look.  "Sorry, if I shocked you by
noticing that sort of thing about Andy, but he is fuckin' sexy.  I've beat
off a few times imagining that he was sliding his cock into me."  He thrust
his hips forward, rubbing his cock against his friend's.  "Looks to me like
your boy has a monster between his legs."

"S'okay," Casey smiled, holding onto Emitt so his back would continue
facing the living room.  He caught a glimpse of Jess watching with wide
eyes.

"Have you ever thought about Jess that way, Em?"  He asked.  "I mean, have
you ever wondered about him having sex with someone?  He's as hot as Andy.
Have you ever fantasized about fucking your own boy? . . . Or having him
shoot a load inside you?"

Emitt pulled Casey close and licked up his neck to his ear.  "Yeah, I admit
it.  Jess is a sexy little fucker; just like Andy.  I had to stop going to
the gym with him, 'cause every time I saw him I'd start to stiffen up."

Jess raised his eyebrows, a question answered.

Emitt continued.  "I have wondered, from time to time about whether he's
having sex with someone."  He chuckled.  "Oh, to be a fly on the wall, and
watch your own son have sex, eh?"  He laughed, leaning forward to kiss
Casey.  "A real turn on, I'd say.  Too bad it'll never happen.  I'd like
*him* to poke my hole as much as I would Andy."  He grinned, and slowly ran
the palm of an open hand over the swell of Casey's butt.  "I always was a
sucker for a man with a big dick," he murmured.

"You just like to give your hole a workout," Casey teased, leaning forward
to kiss his friend.  "Did you manage to do that at that gym of yours?"

Emitt barked a laugh.  "I only wish!  You're right though; my butt hole
always has twitched every time I see a guy who nicely fills out the crotch
of his pants.  I always wonder what it'd be like to have him in me, dumping
a big load in my hole."  He thrust himself against his friend, moving from
side to side.

"C'mon, Case; you're fuckin' killing me here.  Let's do it.  I'm dying to
fuck you, or have you do me.  I'll never be lucky enough to fuck either
Jess or Andy, so I'll just have to settle for you."  He winked and
chuckled, as he sensuously stripped out of his shorts and jockstrap, his
back still to the living room, and his son who was watching what was going
on with open-mouth wonder.

Casey backed up slightly and firmly held onto his friend's arm.  "Oh, I
don't know, Em.  Sometimes, we're lucky, and we get the things we wish
for."  Emitt frowned, his forehead crinkling as he tried to figure out the
meaning of his friend's words.  "Don't fuck with my mind, Case.  Just fuck
my hole."  He skinned out of his t-shirt, and pried off his running shoes.

"There," he said.  "I'm naked.  Let's get down to business."

Casey turned him around so that he faced the living room . . . and Jess,
who was still sitting on the floor.

"Hi, Dad," Jess raised a hand and smiled, a bright blush lighting up his
cheeks.  "Lookin' good."  He tilted his head in his father's direction,
admiring his father's nakedness . . . and his long erection.  Emitt seemed
stunned, not knowing what to think.  He glanced toward Casey and then
turned back to his son.  "That was my jiz you licked off of Mr. West's
chest."  His smile broadened, and he raised and lowered his eyebrows in one
quick motion.  "I heard you say you liked the taste."  Jess cleared his
throat.  "Ya still want to taste some directly from the source?"

Emitt was at a loss.  His son was naked, and was sitting cross-legged on
the floor.  He looked from his son to Casey, and then back to his son, and
finally to his own groin, where his thick erection continued to pulse with
excitement.  He realized Jess was watching in fascination as a long strand
of pre-cum dangled from the tip.

"Your . . ."  Emitt's mouth was suddenly dry.  He couldn't finish what he
was about to say.  "That was *yours*?  How . . . how'd it get on Case's
chest?"

"I shot it there!  Uh, I guess, you could say, that I just seduced
Mr. West."

"You what?"  He looked from his son to Casey.

"We didn't do anything but jack off with one another, Dad.  We didn't even
*touch* each other!  I've been so hot for Mr. West for . . . for years,
that I finally *had* to do something about it."  Jess was speaking quickly,
fearful that if he didn't say everything he wanted, his father would
interrupt, and he'd forget to say something important.

"So, since I'm eighteen, I figured I couldn't get Mr. West into any trouble
for fooling around with an underage guy.  Still, he wouldn't fuck me like I
asked him to."

"Fuck you?"  Emitt choked, trying to bring his voice under control.  You
asked him to fuck you?"

"Yeah, he said he didn't want to do that 'cause he said he might lose your
friendship.  He was ready to send me home, but I started talking dirty to
him and both of us got hard, and . . ."  Jess shrugged.  "I seduced him."
He looked up, wearing a bright smile.

"From listening to you two," Jess continued, "it seems like Mr. West likes
the men in our family."

Emitt turned to Casey.  "Not Ben *too*?"

"Fuck no, not Ben!  He's only fourteen, for pity sakes!  Em, I like sex,
but I'm not going to do anything with someone underage.  Jess is the
youngest man I've ever played with.  Still, I was afraid to do anything
. . . serious . . . with him because of *our* friendship . . . yours and
mine.  As it was, I was taking a huge chance that you might not understand
or accept what he and I did."  Casey paused.  "You *do* understand, don't
you?"

"That was his cum I just licked off your chest?"  Casey nodded, the corners
of his lips twitching into an involuntary smile.

"Oh geez."  Emitt looked around.  "I've gotta sit down."  He flopped onto a
nearby chair.  "Do you have something hard to drink?"  He glanced at his
son, who appeared ready to say something outrageous, and held out a warning
hand.

"Quiet, Jess!  I wasn't asking you."  Jess sank back, trying to suppress a
smile.  "I'm having a tough time getting my mind around the fact that my
son's gay, and that he's going around asking older men to fuck him."

"Hey," Jess protested.  "The only man I've asked to fuck me is Mr. West.
As for being gay, I've only fooled around with one other person, and he was
close to my own age . . . and we didn't do anything worth talking about."
He swallowed, hoping his father wouldn't pin him down and ask him who that
person was.  He really didn't want to admit that he and his younger brother
had played around with one another.  "I wouldn't call jacking off with two
guys gay.  I've never even kissed a guy . . . or . . . anything else.  How
do I know if I'm gay."  He smiled.  "Maybe after someone fucks me, I'll
know."  His voice held a smile.  "It sounds like *you* like having Mr. West
inside you."

Emitt scowled a response and then sank into the chair cushions, tilting his
head back and squeezing his eyes tightly closed.  "Oh geez," he repeated.
"Oh geez."  He took a deep breath.  "I'm sitting here naked . . . with an
erection . . . in front of my *son*, who has just masturbated with my best
friend."  He opened one eye and focused on his son.

"You just beat-off?"

"Yeah.  I wanted to do lots more, but he wouldn't.  We didn't even touch,
Dad, other than when I rubbed the head of my cock across his lips after I'd
shot my load onto his chest.  That was so cool."  He smiled toward
Casey. "I think I sorta shocked him when I did that.  It was hot watching
him lick his tongue over the trail I left over his lower lip."

Emitt held up a hand.  "No more, Jess.  Just . . . be quiet . . . for a
moment.  My life is undergoing a paradigm shift, or something."  He glanced
up.  "You rubbed the head of your dick across his lips?"  Jess nodded,
wearing a saucy grin.  "He didn't *suck* you?"  This time Jess shook his
head, wondering if things might not be going as well as he'd originally
thought.  Still . . . his father's erection had only softened slightly.  It
was still drooling out a steady stream of pre-cum which was now puddling on
the cushion of the chair.

"Easy, Em," Casey called from the kitchen, where he was rummaging about in
a cabinet for a liquor bottle.  "Jess hasn't done anything you or I haven't
done."  He chuckled as he filled a glass, splashing something together and
throwing in a couple ice cubes.  "In fact, a few minutes ago, you were
asking me to do the very same thing your son was asking."  He handed the
frosty glass to Emitt, who took two or three large swallows before stopping
to gasp for breath.

"What?  Are you trying to kill me with this?"  He croaked, holding up the
half-consumed drink.  "I asked for something hard, not lethal."  Casey
smiled and shrugged an apology.

"I guess you think Mr. West is as hot as I do, huh Dad?" Jess quipped into
the silence, ignoring the dirty look his father cast in his direction.
When Casey frowned at him too, he decided to cool it.

"And, what do you have to say about . . . all this?"  Emitt vaguely
gestured toward his son, who joined is father, awaiting Casey's answer.

"If you mean, did I enjoy masturbating with your son, the answer is yes."
Casey perched on the arm of Emitt's easy chair and rested an arm across his
friend's shoulders.  "Em, this is the first time I've had any type of
man-to-man sex since you and I played around the night before I was
married."  He began massaging his friend's neck, feeling the tight muscles
begin to slowly relax.

"I love my wife, just as I know you love yours, but I have also always
loved having sex with a man.  I should say, I've loved having sex with you,
because there are very few other men I've ever fooled around with.

"When Jess showed up earlier this afternoon, I was very horny.  I was about
to beat off, and then when he asked me to fuck him, I began thinking about
the things you and I did when we were younger."  He quickly turned to Jess.

"Don't misinterpret what I'm saying, Jess.  I *started out* thinking about
what your dad and I have done, but once you and I started masturbating,
*you* were the only person I was thinking about."  He ran his fingers
through Emitt's light brown hair, something he knew his friend enjoyed, and
smiled at Jess who was watching his father with wide eyes.

"You've got a very very sexy son, Em.  He's a handsome young man who likes
sex as much as his father."  Casey noticed Jess blush.  "He also likes to
talk dirty.  Another thing his father does very well."

He leaned forward slightly to look Emitt in the eyes and smiled brightly.
"Are you sure you haven't been tutoring him?"  Emitt scowled a response.

"Now that you've finished your drink and have had a moment to let things
sink in, are you going to be okay with both Jess and me?"  When Emitt
looked up, Casey raised his eyebrows in query.

"Dad?"  Jess echoed, his voice soft.  "I don't want you to be upset with
me, or with Mr. West.  But, if you're going to be upset, be mad at me.  He
didn't do anything I didn't dare him to do."

Emitt seemed to relax, releasing a long slow breath.  "I'm not angry with
either of you guys.  As someone said, a few minutes ago; you're both
adults."  He grinned a crooked smile.  "It's just that I still think of you
as my little boy.  It makes me feel so old to face the fact that you're a
man, now."  He heaved a breath.  "A man who also wants to have a sex life.

"I know that Casey would never do anything to hurt you, Jess, but . . . be
careful about whom you approach, especially if the person is older than
you."  He swallowed.  "I don't want you to get hurt."

Jess bowed his head.  "Thanks for understanding, Dad."

"Soooo," Casey drew out the word.  "Now that the three of us know what the
score is, what do we do?"

"Do?"  Emitt turned to his friend.

Casey smiled broadly.  "In case you have forgotten, the three of us are
naked."  He grabbed his cock and squeezed.  "I'm sitting with two of the
sexiest men I have ever known, and I'm finding that I am getting
*incredibly* horny, looking at that big thing of yours, Em."  He squeezed
his friend's shoulder.  "Your son is almost as big as you.  Have you ever
seen him hard, Em?"  Emitt shook his head, stealing a glance at his son,
whose lap was still covered by a pillow.

"Wouldn't you like to see it, Em?  Wouldn't you like to suck it; or have
him flood your mouth with fresh sperm?  You've already tasted what he shot
on my chest.  Wouldn't you like to suck him dry, or rim him . . . or fuck
him . . . or better yet, have him fuck *you*?"

Emitt's cock jumped.

"Wanna see me, Dad?" Jess asked.  He tossed the pillow aside, spread his
legs wide, bending them slightly at the knees and leaned back, propping
himself up with his arms.  His erection seemed to throb with possibilities
he had never considered.  He'd come over to Casey's wanting to be fucked.
Now, it seemed, he might be able to have sex, not only with the man he'd so
long fantasized about, but his own father as well.  The thought of what
might happen caused him to begin to drool.

He'd always loved how much pre-cum he produced.  After watching his
father's cock, he knew whom he'd inherited the trait from.

Emitt frowned, the muscles of his shoulders stiffening.  Casey laughed,
playfully slapping his friend on the back, drawing him back to the present.
"What's the problem, Em?  A few minutes ago, you were hot to fuck around.
Does having your son in the room with us make that much of a difference?"

"If the tables were turned, Case, and it was Andy who was sitting here
naked, instead of Jess, would you be as anxious to play around as you are
now?"

"I don't know.  The thing is, Andy *isn't* here.  He hasn't asked me to
fuck him.  So, I can't answer your question.  But, the two of you *are*
here.  Jess *has* asked me to have sex with him, as have *you*, only a few
minutes ago.  Let's deal with things as they *are*, Em.  I'll cross the
bridge with Andy, when and if the time ever comes.

Emitt glanced at his son, a dark tan covering all but a narrow strip of
very white skin around his buttocks and groin.  A narrow trail led from his
navel to a dense patch of pubic hair.  Jess' cock was beautiful, so
straight and smooth.  The head extended beyond the shaft and was slightly
darker.  The piss slit was slimy, and as he watched, another contraction
pushed out still more clear liquid.

Jess was being as lewd as possible, spreading his legs wide, exposing
himself and his drooling cock.  Emitt reluctantly admitted that he wanted
Jess.  He wanted to do *everything* with him.  He wanted Jess to do
everything with *him*.  But, even more, he wanted to watch as his best
friend, deflowered his boy.  He wanted to watch Casey's cock slide into
Jess.  He wanted to see the look on his son's face as Casey mounted him.
He wanted to lick Casey's sperm out of his son's butt hole.  'Still . . .'
he thought, 'he *is* my son.'

'I've got to get over thinking of him as a little boy.  I would never have
approached *him*, but . . .'  The warmth from Casey's body at his side, was
comforting.  He glanced to his right and saw that he wasn't the only one to
be excited.  Casey's cock, which a few minutes earlier, had been draped
over his scrotum, was thickening.  Emitt closed his eyes, debating with
himself.  'I'm so horned-up,' he thought, willing himself not to grope
himself.  'If Jess weren't here, there wouldn't be any problem.  But, Jess
*is* here.'  Emitt flicked a glance toward his son who had begun to run a
forefinger beneath his own testicles, presumably fingering his butt hole.

'Damn, he's sexy,' Emitt thought, noticing the drying trails of what could
only be Casey's sperm, on one of his son's legs.

He recalled the taste of Jess' sperm he had licked off of Casey's chest.
What would it be like for Jess shoot a whole load into his mouth?  Or, what
would it be like to feel himself shooting into his own boy's mouth?  He
took a none-too-steady breath.

"I admit it.  I think Jess is knock-down sexy.  Still, I've never thought
of fooling around with him."  He grinned.  "I *have* dreamt . . . a few
. . . dozen . . . times, of *watching* him have sex, though."

"Dozen?"  Jess snorted.

His father nodded slowly.  "At least.  Maybe more."

"Do you still enjoy being watched as much as you once did, Em?"  Casey
scooted closer to his friend, straddling the chair's arm and resting one of
his bare legs across his friend's.  "I remember when we were in college, I
only had to suggest that we get someone in to watch us, to get you excited.
Are you still the exhibitionist I have always loved?"

"Apparently so," Emitt chuckled.  "At least my dick believes I am."  He
huffed a laugh.  "I've not had sex with a man in such a long time. . ."
His voice trailed off.  "Still. . ."  He softly snorted.  "I'm even having
a tough time talking like this around my son . . . and hearing *him* say
the things he has . . .  Well . . ."  His voice trailed off.

"What?" Casey coaxed.

"My own son. . ."

"No one's asking you to have sex with Jess," Casey murmured.

Emitt bowed his head.  "Yeah.  I know.  The trouble is, I *want* to.  I
want to hold him."  He looked at Jess with a look of yearning.  "I want to
taste him."  He threw his head back and closed his eyes.  "Hell, I want to
do everything with him."

"Then what's the problem, Dad?  You *want* to.  I'm feeling the same way
about you, but no one's saying we have to do everything right away, or at
all.  Both of us have come a long way, just finding out about one another,
and admitting that we'd like to play . . . sometime."

Jess scooted to his father and sat back on his heels, gently resting his
hands on his father's thighs.

"C'mon, Dad.  If you and Mr. West want to have sex, I'd love to watch."  He
wiggled his eyebrows, causing his father to snort a laugh.

"Or, if you would like to watch; I still want to get fucked."  He ignored
the small involuntary jerk of his father's brows.  He knew his father was
having to come to grips with many things, but he was not going to back off
and start behaving as if he were afraid of what his father would think
about his language and the things he wanted to do.  He would speak
differently when he was at home, around his mother and younger brother, but
he refused to do so, now.

Jess reached out and tenderly wrapped a hand around his father's erection,
pausing at the head to wipe his thumb over the large piss slit, gathering
up as much of the pre-cum as possible.  Emitt watched as Jess dangled the
thick strand over his open mouth.  He held his breath until the strand
finally dropped free, landing squarely on his son's pink tongue.  Jess
closed his mouth, tasting his father for the first time.

"Ooooh," he crooned.  "That's nice."  He reached out and ran a finger
across the small puddle of pre-cum on the chair's upholstery, wanting to
taste more of his father.  Again, he raised the finger to his mouth,
deliberately extending his tongue and licking it clean.  Emitt whimpered as
he watched Jess lick the slick juice off of his finger.

"Shit, guys," he groaned.  "What are you doing to me?"

"You are so fuckin' sexy, Dad."  Emitt kept his eyes closed, but spread his
legs as wide as he could, silently encouraging his son to fondle him.  It
was all he could do to not grab Jess and taste his tongue.  Instead, he
reached out and tenderly ran a finger over his son's smooth jaw, silently
conveying his thoughts.

Jess gave him a crooked grin and a single nod, which conveyed a world of
meaning.  The slight motion spoke of the love he felt for his father; the
physical attraction they both were experiencing, and the promise that they
would explore that attraction . . . soon.

"C'mon, men."  Casey stood, his thick erection bobbing with every movement.
"We'll be more comfortable in the bedroom."  He extended a hand to help
Jess stand, and then they both helped Emitt up.  He stood for a moment
balancing on wobbly legs.

"Oh, guys," he moaned, wrapping an arm around his son's shoulders, on the
left, and Casey's on the right, pulling them into a group hug.  "I love you
both, so much."

He turned his head to the right and kissed his friend, deeply and
thoroughly while his son watched with wide eyes, and then turned to Jess
whose lips were slightly parted.  "And you, Jess," he murmured, leaning
closer to his son.  "Just seeing you naked has fulfilled so many of my
fantasies."  He leaned close and touched his lips to his son's, realizing
for the first time that his son was almost as tall as he.  His son was a
man, and was responding to the kiss as a man would.

Jess groaned, a sound deep in his throat, and pressed closer to his father,
parting his lips and welcoming his father's tongue into his mouth.  He held
onto his father with a tight embrace, pleased at the strength, both in his
own embrace, as well as that of his father.

'This is the type of contact I've always wanted,' he thought.  The force of
his father's kiss; the intensity of emotion behind it, and the strength of
his embrace was overwhelming.  It was as if a new and very masculine world
had opened to him.  He knew he would never be satisfied with one of the
hugs his mother gave him.  She was showing him her love, but being hugged
by a man . . . his father . . . was so much better.  And the kiss . . .  He
licked over his lips.  'My first kiss . . . from my own father.'  His
erection jumped.

"Thanks, Dad," Jess murmured into his father's ear.  "For not freaking, and
for the awesome kiss."  He lowered his eyes and blushed.  "That's the first
time anyone has ever kissed me like that."  He put his arm around his
father's waist as they followed Casey down the hallway to the bedroom.

"He's got a sexy butt, doesn't he?"  Emitt murmured, nodding to his
friend's slim hips and pale white buttocks which flexed with each step he
took.

"I'll say," Jess answered, and then ran the open palm of a hand over his
father's full cheeks.  "Just like my father."

"Easy, Jess," Emitt murmured.  "You and I need to go slowly.  I'm still not
entirely . . . comfortable . . . even being naked with my own son
. . . even if you *are* an adult."  He smiled a crooked grin, a mirror
image of his son's smile.  "You're gonna have to give me some time.  If I
don't respond as you would wish, it doesn't mean I don't *want* to, only
that . . ."  He shrugged, pulling Jess close.

"I think you are *so* sexy, and I would love for the two of us to make
love, but . . .  We'll just have to wait and see how things work out."

"Sure, Dad.  But, what about Mr. West 'n me?  Are you sure it's gonna be
cool for us to play?"

"I'd love to watch.  So, yes, if you want to play with Case, feel free.
I'll leave if you'd feel more comfortable being alone."  Jess' eyes
widened.

"No, I *want* you here . . . really."

Emitt ruffled his son's short hair, and they joined Casey, who was already
lying on the bed, his erection ready for some attention.

Casey held out his arms to the two men as they entered the bedroom.  "Em,"
he said, as they paused.  "Kiss me."  His glance slid to Jess.  "And you
. . .  Don't go away.  You're next."  Emitt squeezed his son's shoulder and
grinned a crooked smile.

Jess nodded his understanding and watched in fascination as his father
climbed onto the big bed and bent forward to accept Casey's kiss.

He had only seen his father naked at the gym . . . and *that* was entirely
different from seeing his on his knees, his ass cheeks spread wide as he
leaned forward to kiss his best friend.  Until a few minutes earlier, there
had been only those few fleeting glimpses of his father.  Now . . . he not
only had a chance to study his father's naked body; he had touched him; he
had tasted his pre-cum, and had kissed him, tasting his tongue.  Jess
reached down and squeezed his throbbing cock as he walked closer to the
bed.

He could see his father and Casey's tongues slip into and out of one
another's wide open mouths.  Both men were groaning with excitement.

"C'mon, Dad," he murmured, only loud enough to be heard by the two men.
"Show me how two guys kiss."  He tenderly ran his fingers through his
father's hair.  "You guys get off knowing that I'm watching, don't you?
You like showing off for me."  He ran the open palm of a hand down the
length of his father's back, from his shoulder to his bare ass cheeks, and
then over the hairless white skin.  "You like being nasty in front of your
boy . . ."  He slapped his father's butt cheek, leaving behind a pink
imprint of his hand.  "Even as you're kissing, you're both dreaming about
watching the other fuck me . . . aren't you?"

He grinned at the two men's loud moans.  Jess knew his father said he
wanted to proceed slowly, but he wasn't ready for that.  His father was
naked, and he wanted to at least *touch* him.

He slowly trailed his fingers between his father's ass cheeks, pausing at
his hairless hole, and then moving over his prominent perineum, to finally
cradle his scrotum in his warm hand.  "You're just like me, Dad," he
continued murmuring.  "I've always dreamt of doing stuff in front of
someone."  He paused once more at his father's fleshy hole.  "Are you gonna
want Mr. West to watch when I fuck you for the first time?"

He traced the perimeter of his father's pulsing hole as he continued
speaking.  "You guys can kiss while I slide into you.  You can suck on
Mr. West's tongue, Dad, as I shoot my boy juice up your butt hole."  Emitt
seemed to shudder in anticipation.

Emitt couldn't help himself.  No matter how slowly he claimed he wanted to
proceed, he was getting off exposing himself to his son as he was, and
listening to Jess' running monolog of what Jess, he and Casey would do with
one another.  He could feel the cool air of the room against his hot hole a
moment before Jess began gently massaging it.

It felt so good to have Casey's arms around his shoulders once more, and to
be kissing him, their tongues doing battle.  Being held by a man, and
kissing him, was so different from embracing a woman.  He gave himself into
the strength of the arms around his shoulders, and smashed his mouth
against Casey's.  Knowing that his son was watching only made things that
much better.

He could feel Jess pause a moment to explore his pucker with his fingertip.
The feather-like touch against Emitt's hole was like a promise.  'Soon,' he
imagined his son thinking.  'I want to fuck you, Dad . . . but only after
you've had me first.'

The young man's hands were like molten fire, leaving scorching trails over
his skin.  "This is so cool."

Mr. West's erection brushed against his arm, drawing his attention away
from his father who had moved away from his boyhood friend, and was now
sitting cross-legged on the bed watching his son.  This was the cock Jess
had dreamt of for so long.  It was shorter than his father's, but much
thicker, with a prominent head covered in the man's slick pre-cum.

Jess licked his lips and then leaned forward and engulfed the head in his
mouth.  Casey jerked, arching his back, surprising Jess by pushing more of
his erection into the young man's mouth.  "Oh, geez," Casey groaned as he
heard the young man attempt to stifle a choke.  "That's so good, Jess."

Emitt watched his son suck on his best friend.  He was surprised he felt no
jealousy.  What he *did* feel though, was an overwhelming sense of
excitement.  This was more intense than any sexual experience he'd ever
had.  He'd masturbated countless times, imagining his son naked, with
another man.  Now, it was actually happening . . . and with his best
friend!

He scooted off the edge of the bed and dragged one of the large nearby arm
chairs closer to the bed and sank into the deep cushions.  Casey turned his
head and smiled as Emitt spread his legs wide, resting one on each arm of
the chair, allowing him to fondle his own scrotum and ass hole.

"Sit on Case's face, Jess," Emitt murmured.  "Have you ever had your butt
hole licked?"

"For real?"  Jess looked back at his father from where he was kneeling, and
then at Casey.  "Guys really lick each other's assholes?  It feels good?"
Emitt chuckled and nodded, imagining his son squatting on his best friend's
tongue.  He knew from long experience what wonders Casey could work with
his tongue.  Now, it was his son's turn to find out.

"Be there in just a sec," Jess murmured, climbing off the edge of the bed
and leaning over the arm chair, toward his father.

"You are so sexy, Dad," he murmured, leaning close to his father and
running a hand over his father's chest before moving down to caress his
erection.  "Love your butt hole."  His words were barely more than a
whisper in his father's ear, a moment before his lips touched his father's.
"I think I'm gonna like licking my dad's ass hole," he murmured, running
his forefinger between his father's spread legs and toying with his hole.
"Oh yes, I do."

Emitt was breathing heavily through his mouth, his eyes barely open.  He
realized now, what Casey had meant when he said that Jess loved to talk
dirty.  He felt as if his son were playing him like some instrument,
bringing him to heights of pleasure he had never imagined.

"Feel my dick, Dad," Jess ordered in a low voice, placing his father's hand
on his erection.  "You're gonna taste your boy's cum really soon.  And,
after we've been with each other once, we're gonna do everything
. . . often.

Emitt wrapped his big hand around Jess' erection and took a shuddering
breath.

"Get back to Case, Jess."  He squeezed his son's cock.  "There'll be time
enough for the two of us to play later."

"Promise?"  He breathed.  "I'd like for the two of us to do . . . stuff
. . . alone, but I'd also like to do it with Mr. West close-by.  I'm
thinking that I wanna be watched."

Emitt's eyes were closed as he nodded, and then jerked opened wide when he
felt Jess lick once across the head of his cock.  His son rose from where
he had squatted and gave his father a crooked grin.

"I couldn't wait," he chuckled, cupping Emitt's scrotum for a moment before
turning back to Casey, and climbing onto the bed.

"I'm ready to be fucked, Mr. West," he said.  "I'm afraid if I touch myself
I might pop a load, and I don't wanna do that until you're inside me."

Casey squeezed Jess' leg.  "Squat on my tongue first.  When I get you
loosened up, and you're good and wet, *then* I'll fuck you."  He chuckled
when Jess groaned in frustration.  "Don't be in such a hurry.  This is your
first time.  There's no telling if any of us will be able to do this again,
so let's make it last."

Emitt watched in fascination as Jess stood on the bed and straddled Casey's
shoulders.  Jess' long erection seemed to pulse as it stuck out straight
from his body.  His boy's body was mostly smooth, making him look younger
than he actually was.

"Spread your ass cheeks," Casey ordered.  Jess glanced at his father and
winked as he reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart and waited
for further instructions, pleased to hear his father's groan.

"Now, squat on my tongue." Casey reached up and helped Jess slowly squat,
the young man's hairless pink hole inching closer to his waiting tongue.

At the first touch, Jess loudly moaned, throwing his head back.  "Holy
shhhhhit," he almost shouted.  "I never woulda guessed."


~ to be continued ~


Thank you for taking the time to read my work.  I *always* welcome your
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of the character(s), please ask.

In addition to this story, I have a few other stories you may want to read.
'Phalen' and its sequel, 'Phalen - Finding Happiness', as well as 'Leith',
'Chris', and my newest story, 'Owen', are located in Nifty's College
Section.  'Wesley' is located in the Adult Relationships section.  I hope
you enjoy them all.

Roy Reinikainen

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