Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 11:16:26 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Jess - chapter three - gay incest section

Jess

Chapter three

By Roy Reinikainen

Emitt closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the chair.
'It's too much to take in all at once,' he thought to himself.  He'd told
Jess he wanted to take things slowly; that he had to have a little time to
become accustomed to the idea of having sex with his son.  Jess grinned,
agreed, and had squeezed one of his father's ass cheeks as they walked down
the hall to the back of Casey's house.  But, once they reached the bedroom,
all of Emitt's resolve had drained away, faced with the force of his son's
personality . . . and with his own growing desire.

He could hear Jess groaning, as well as the lewd slurping sounds Casey was
making as he rimmed the young man.  Instead of watching the two men, only
an arm's length away, Emitt savored the moments before his son climbed onto
the bed, eager to experience his first gay sex.

He had felt so nasty, exposing himself to his son, who examined his father
with open admiration.  "You are so damn sexy, Dad," he'd murmured as he
knelt between Emitt's spread legs and reached out to massage the firm
muscles of his father's chest, pausing to lightly pinch each nipple.  Emitt
had closed his eyes and groaned.

"Harder, boy," he ordered in a passion-roughened voice.  "Pinch 'em
harder."  Jess had obliged, pinching both nipples between thumb and
forefinger.

"You're just like me," Jess murmured.  "I always pinch my nips when I'm
beating off."  Emitt groaned, imagining his son masturbating.  He'd
fantasized about watching him; but never in his wildest imagination did he
think Jess would be kneeling between his spread legs, stimulating him.

Jess' fingers trailed over Emitt's chest and down over his flat belly to
become lost in his thick pubes, where he circled his father's erection,
holding it perpendicular to his body with one hand and running the thumb of
his other hand over the tip, spreading the slick juices over the smooth
skin.  He squeezed harder, excited both by what he was doing, and his
father's lip-biting reaction to his touch.

"I want to taste my father's sperm so bad," he murmured, as he leaned
against his father, speaking close to his ear while trapping his father's
erection between them.  "You're gonna slowly stroke yourself until you fill
your boy's mouth with your . . . thick . . ."  Jess licked over his
father's ear as he paused between words.  "Your . . . thick . . ."  He
paused.  "Sperm."

Emitt groaned, biting his lower lip, imagining seeing his thick juice
filling his son's open mouth.  He imagined running a finger over Jess'
sperm-covered tongue, toying with his own cum.  He imagined the sound Jess
would make as he swallowed, and how he would slowly lick his tongue over
his lips, watching his father with passion-filled eyes.

Jess had nibbled on the hard nub of one of Emitt's nipples as he ran his
finger tips over Emitt's butt hole.  "You really want my boy dick up your
sexy asshole, don't you, Dad?"  He'd asked, his voice thick with passion.
He'd grinned when he felt the muscles of his father's hole flex.  "You're
really aching for me to slide into you."  Emitt had groaned and nodded
once.

"Ohhhh yes, I do." He had reached out and tweaked one of his son's nipples.
The reaction was the same as his father's.  He leaned his head back, closed
his eyes and exhaled a long slow breath.

"Do you want Mr. West to watch me fuck you for the first time, Dad?"  Jess
had asked, pressing harder on his father's hole, but not penetrating it
. . . yet.  "I say, the first time, because after I've filled your hole
once, I intend to do it over . . . and over."  Jess continued teasing
Emitt, playing with his butt hole with one hand, caressing his testicles
with the other, and playing with his father's mind with his words.

"What about Andy, Dad?  Wouldn't it be great to have Andy with us, watching
me mount you?  Or . . ."  He hesitated.  "Ben . . .  What about your
littlest boy, watching you?"  Emitt had opened his eyes in surprise, and
saw that Jess was serious about his younger brother being present.

"Wouldn't you like to feel-up Ben at the same time I fuck you?"  Jess
asked.  "He's got a nice dick," Jess added.  "I've seen it."  Jess grinned,
pleased with his father's slightly scandalized expression.  "He loves to
beat-off, Dad.  He likes to shoot in the palm of his hand and then lick his
own stuff off.  I imagine he'd love to unload all over your face.  He'd
probably like to lick it off as either Andy or I play with you."

Jess trailed the fingers of one hand over his father's cheek, pausing when
Emitt sucked two of them into his mouth.

He'd opened his eyes, the fantasy of having his youngest boy's hard cock in
his mouth interrupted, when Casey cleared his throat, clearly feeling left
out.

"That's all for another time," Casey had said, patting the bed, urging Jess
to join him.  "Climb aboard, young man.  My tongue is aching to lick your
asshole."  Jess had reluctantly removed his fingers from his father's
mouth, looking over his shoulder to where Casey lay, legs spread and rock
hard.

"Remember, Dad.  You and I are gonna start a whole new relationship later
today."  He'd slowly slid his hand up and down the length of his father's
penis.  "That's a promise."

Emitt had groaned in frustration as Jess left him and climbed onto the bed
where he was now squatting on Casey's tongue, rocking his hips back and
forth slightly, dragging his boy hole over Casey's tongue.

"Ohhhhh geez," he murmured, looking toward his father with glazed eyes.
"Ohhhhh geez," he repeated as a shudder wracked his body and he leaned
forward, falling to his knees.

Still, Casey wouldn't let up.  He pulled Jess' butt back to his face,
spreading the young man's cheeks to expose the spit-wet butt hole, and then
once again buried his face between the cheeks.

He slapped one of Jess' buttocks, causing the young man to jump in
surprise.  The sharp smack sounded loud in the room where the loudest sound
had been moans and the sound of Casey's long tongue feverishly working on
Jess' asshole.  The slap left a pink imprint of Casey's hand on the
milk-white skin.  Another slap, this time on the other cheek.

"You 'bout ready for me to plug you, boy?"  Casey asked, burying one
forefinger into Jess, in one long push.  "Do you still want me inside you?"
Jess could only groan.  His muscles seemed to have abandoned him, leaving
him limp, at the mercy anything Casey chose to do.

"Do you?"  Casey smacked the smooth skin once more.  "Answer me . . . boy."

Jess groaned, burying his face in Casey's thick pubes, inhaling the
man-scent of him.  "Ohhhh, yes sir," he answered.  "I want you to fuck me.
Come in me.  Fill me up."  There was the sound of another sharp smack.

Jess flinched and forced his face into the older man's pubic hair,
whimpering.  "Then what?"  Casey asked.  "What do you want to happen once
you've got my load in your hole?"

"Sir . . ."  Jess groaned, pushing himself back against the intruding
finger.  "I want Dad to suck your load out of me."  There was another
smack, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

"Then . . ."  Casey demanded.  "You're father's sucking my jiz out of your
sloppy butt hole.  Once he's filled his mouth up with my big load, what
should he do?"

Jess glanced toward Emitt, who was watching, transfixed.

"I want to see him drool the sperm he's licked out, into your mouth
. . . Mr. West.  Then, I want to kiss you and share the same load that
you've shot into me and that my father's sucked out."

Emitt threw his head back against the back of the chair and began to
furiously pump his cock.  Jess could not have known how much he and Casey
had always loved swapping one another's sperm as they kissed.  He instantly
thought of Jess . . . or maybe, Ben, masturbating into his mouth and then
intertwining tongues in a series of long sloppy kisses.

"Easy, Em," Casey warned.  "We've got a hot little fucker, here.  He knows
exactly what he wants from both of us.  We don't want you to shoot your
load before he's told you that it's okay, and lets us know what he intends
to do with it."  Emitt instantly released his own cock, holding his hand
only inches away while his erection pulsed and throbbed, and he gasped,
trying to catch his breath.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, rolling his head from side to side, keeping his hand
away from his cock by sheer strength of will.  "Plug him Case.  Fuck him;
he's ready for it."

Casey chuckled.  "Not yet, Em.  Before I slide into him, I want you to take
a turn at this *boy's* sweet butt hole."

Emitt didn't need to be asked a second time.  He unhooked his legs from the
arms of the easy chair and knelt at the foot of the bed where Jess was
scooting into position.  The young man was resting his head between Casey's
spread legs, and had reached back to spread his ass cheeks wide for his
father.

Emitt groaned, gently running a forefinger over the blotchy pink cheeks of
his son's butt.  Each of Casey's slaps had left a mark.  Emitt licked a
broad swath over one of the cheeks, surprised by how hot it was.  His
attention however, was held by his boy's spit-slick hole, slowly opening
and closing only inches from his face.  "Holy, shit," he murmured.  "This
is so fuckin' hot."  Jess slapped one of his own ass cheeks, still wet from
his father's saliva.

"Lick me, Dad," he moaned.  "Lick your little boy's hole."

Emitt groaned as he buried his face between his son's cheeks, forcing his
tongue inside as far as possible, pushing Jess forward with the force of
his attack.

"Ugh," Jess grunted in surprise as he was pushed face first into Casey's
pubes.  A moment later his father pulled him back against his tongue.  Jess
swayed with each push or pull, his body limp from what was happening to
him, at the same time his erection pulsed a steady stream of pre-cum onto
the bed.

"You are such a sexy fucker, Jess," Emitt murmured as he paused to take a
breath.

"Are you 'bout ready to learn what it's like to have Case's cock inside
you?"  He licked across his son's hole, pausing long enough to deposit some
more saliva.

"You gonna lick my butt hole clean, Dad?"  Jess whimpered, staying in place
while Casey scooted into position beneath him, his erection aimed at Jess'
pucker.

Emitt pressed the spongy head of Casey's cock against his son's hole,
pleased to see Jess attempt to relax.  "Are you ready?"  He heard his boy
gulp a swallow, and nod.  A moment later he began slowly pushing himself
back against Casey's erection.

"Fuuuuck," he hissed as his sphincter stretched to accommodate the wide
head.

"Do it!"  He ordered.  "Push into me, Mr. West.  I'm not here to fuck
myself on your dick; I'm here for you to fuck *me*, so *do it*!"

'Wait,' Emitt wanted to say.  'Not so fast.'  But, he wasn't given an
opportunity.  Casey thrust his hips off of the bed, and in one smooth
motion, the head of his cock penetrated Jess' butt hole.  The sphincter
snapped around the shaft as Casey pushed the full length into the young man
squatting on his cock.

"Holy fuck," Jess whimpered.  "Gimme . . ."  He swallowed.  "Gimme . . . a
minute . . ."  He took a shuddering breath.  "I gotta get used to this
thing.  Don't move . . . please."

He lay forward, welcoming Casey's embrace as he rested against the older
man's hairy chest.  "Ready, baby?"  Casey murmured.  "If not, we'll take as
long as you want."  Emitt heard his son and Casey say something, but the
words were spoken so quietly he couldn't tell what they were saying.

Casey's dark skinned penis had impaled Jess stretching the pale skin of the
younger man's sphincter.  Emitt couldn't help himself.  He leaned forward
and began licking Casey's testicles and his son's butt.  The additional
stimulus caused both men to moan.

"Good goin', Dad," Jess murmured, shifting slightly from side to side.  The
motion caused Casey's erection to slip in and out slightly, stimulating
Jess' prostate.

"I'm ready," Jess murmured.  "Do it to me, Mr. West."

----------

Andy trudged toward home, his backpack resting uneasily against his back,
and a gym bag stuffed with a few changes of clothes, carried forlornly at
his side.

"This was supposed to be a great birthday," he muttered to himself, and
then barked a laugh.  "Some birthday!  They wait until I show up on their
doorstep to tell me there has been a change of plans, and we won't be going
fishing, after all.  Hope you understand, and all that other crap."  He
kicked at a small stone, watching as it skipped across the asphalt pavement
until it hit the far curb.

'I hope Dad's gone.'  He kicked at another stone.  'I'm pissed, and I want
to be royally pissed . . . all . . . by . . . myself."  A third pebble
skidded across the street.

He stopped for a moment in the shade of a large tree, stripped off his
white t-shirt and wiped it over his perspiring face and chest.

'Come to think of it,' he thought to himself, pausing to tease his nipples
to erection.  'Maybe what I'll do is get naked and beat-off . . . many
times.'  He smiled.  'That's one way to work off my frustrations.'

He tucked the t-shirt in the back pocket of his baggy shorts and hoisted
one of his bags to his shoulder as he crossed the busy street at the end of
the block with his parent's house.

He adjusted his growing cock and began walking faster, realizing how horny
he'd become, but cringed when he saw his next door neighbor unloading
groceries from her car, helped by her youngest son, Ben.  She stood up with
her hands at the small of her back, stretching as Ben trotted toward the
house, carrying a heavy load.

"Hi Andy."  He smiled a greeting, but before he could say anything, she
continued.  "I'm surprised to see you.  Emitt told me earlier that you were
off on a fishing trip or something.  Emitt and Jess are over at your house
having some sort of man-only barbecue with your father."  She leaned
closer.  "They're probably letting Jess have a beer, while they have a
couple too many, and then they'll sit around and tell dirty jokes."  She
laughed at the image of her straight-laced husband doing the things she
described.  Andy found it more difficult to imagine his father and Emitt
had invited Jess along.

"They planned the whole thing on the spur of the moment," she added, when
she saw a troubled look cloud Andy's face.  "I'm sure they figured that
since you were off fishing and having a good time, that they would do
something they enjoyed."

Ben trotted back to the car.  "Hey, Andy," he smiled.  "Did you catch any
big ones?"

"We never made it out of town, so I guess I'd have to say, no."  Andy
turned toward Ben's mother.  "I guess there's nothing saying I can't go
join the barbecue.  I hope they're doing something fun."  He turned toward
his house and waved a good bye.

"If things don't get too rowdy," he called over his shoulder to Ben, I'll
see what I can do about getting them to invite you."  Ben's eyes lit.

"No beer for you young man."

"If Andy can manage to get me an invitation, I promise I won't drink any
beer.  I'll just do whatever Jess is doing.  Besides, the guys probably
aren't doing anything special . . . just things they'd rather not do with a
woman present."  He mimed scratching his crotch and then smelling his hand
before skipping out of his mother's bemused reach.

"See ya, Andy," he called as he ran toward the house.  "Remember 'bout the
invitation."  He waved over his shoulder as he entered the house, a couple
steps ahead of his mother, who also waved a casual farewell.

'Men-only barbecue?'  He asked himself.  'I guess I'll have to postpone my
date with my right hand.  The house is full of guests.'  He walked across
the broad swath of green lawn and let himself into the backyard, wondering
where everyone was.  'I thought they were going to have a cook out.'  He
glanced toward the barbecue, which stood cold and unattended.

'Hmm. . .  I wonder where everyone is."  He fished for his key and let
himself into the back door, dropping his bags on the kitchen table.
'Everything's clean in here too.'  He frowned as he pried off his tennis
shoes and then headed into the house in his stocking feet.  'I hear voices.
They're probably in Dad's study.'

He scratched at his groin and smiled, thinking of Ben's assessment of what
men would be doing at a male-only event.

'Strange . . ."  He paused in the hallway.  No one was in his father's
study.  The muted voices were coming from his parent's bedroom.  'Totally
weird,' he thought.  'What could they be doing in there?  And, why are they
talking so low?'

He took slow, deliberate steps when he suddenly heard his best friend,
Jess' voice demand.  "I said, *fuck me*!"

'Wha . . .?'  Andy took the final few steps, trying to be as quiet as
possible, and glanced into his parent's bedroom, immediately stepping back,
out of sight.

'This is just too totally weird for words.'

He cautiously glanced around the door opening, just to make sure he'd
actually seen what he thought he'd seen.  There was no doubt.  His father
was lying on his back, bare assed naked, with his hard dick shoved up Jess'
butt, while Jess' father . . . also naked . . . knelt at the end of the bed
and felt up Jess' ass for a few moments before he shifted to fondling the
balls of his best friend.  '

My *father*!"  Andy almost screamed.  'I wonder how long *this* has been
going on.'  He leaned against the wall, tilting his head back, taking deep
breaths.  He was troubled by what he'd seen, but he was also . . . excited.
He squeezed the lengthening mound in his shorts, wondering what his best
friend was feeling, having someone's cock sliding in and out of his ass.
From the sounds Jess as making, he was enjoying the sensations.

He chanced another glance around the door.  His and Jess' father were
kissing, while Jess frantically bounced on the big thing shoved his butt.

'I never knew Dad was hung like that,' he frowned.  He chanced another
quick glance.  'Damn, he's hot!'  His father's erection was stretching
Jess' hole wider than he would have thought possible.  Each time Jess
slammed onto the cock, Casey's testicles would bounce.  Casey's long
muscular legs were spread wide, the hair on the calves thinning until it
approached his crotch, where it thickened, hiding his anus.

Andy flinched, entranced, as his father slapped one of Jess' butt cheeks.

"Harder, Mr. West!"  Jess ordered, his voice hoarse with emotion.  "Really
slam it into me.  Gimmie your load."  'Holy fuckin' shit,' Andy thought,
sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the carpeted floor of the
hallway.  'I've never so much as been naked with anyone, and here my best
friend is getting plugged by my fuckin' *father*!  And . . .'  Andy
continued.  'My father is *kissing* his best friend!'  He shook his head in
disbelief.  'No wonder they didn't want Jess' mom around.

'But . . . why, Jess?'  Andy paused, surprised by the logical conclusion of
the sentence.  'Why Jess . . . and not me?'  He frowned.  'Sure, I'm horny
as all get out, but to have my own father shove that thing up my butt!'  He
squeezed his groin.  'Must really hurt.  But . . . Jess can take it.  I'm a
bigger guy'n him.'

Andy shook his head.  'Let's get this straight,' he told himself.  'Here I
sit, all jealous because my *father* is shoving his fat prong up my best
friend's *butt hole* and not *mine*?'  He scratched his forehead.  'Yep,
that's what I thought I was thinking.'  He snaked his hand down the front
of his loose shorts and rubbed his fully erect cock up and down a few
times.

'Could I kiss a guy?  Could I let a guy kiss me?  Could I get *fucked*,
like Jess?  Could I do those things with my father and next door neighbor?'
He smiled a crooked smile.

'My dick seems to think I could.'  He looked up in surprise at the sound of
Jess' pleasure filled moan.

"C'mon, Mr. West," Jess almost shouted.  Andy *had* to see what was
happening.  "Fill my hole!"

Andy watched as his father grabbed Jess' sides and arched his back, sinking
the full length of his erection into Jess.  He watched as his father's
entire body jerked, once . . . twice . . . three . . . four times, his
shouts muffled by Jess' father's mouth and tongue.

Andy glanced over his shoulder, positive his mother would be coming to
investigate the noise.

Now it was Jess' turn to shout.  Andy watched as Jess sat back on the
erection and pumped his own load onto Casey's chest.  'Geez, he squirts
far,' Andy thought in disbelief, as two long strands of Jess' sperm hit his
father's chin.

"C'mon, Dad," Jess said, looking toward his father who had been watching
his son being pumped full.  "You promised you'd lick me clean."  Andy's
eyebrows rose.

'No shit . . .  I don't fuckin' believe it.'

But, there it was.  Emitt had crawled back to the end of the bed.  He'd
grabbed onto Andy's father's erection and had pulled it free of his son's
asshole, causing Andy's erection to stiffen even further.  A moment later
Jess' father had begun to suck and loudly slurp on his son's wide open
hole, sucking out his best friend's sperm.

'Holy shit,' Andy thought as Jess' father continued sucking while reaching
behind himself and playing with his own hole.  'This is so fuckin' hot,'
Andy silently groaned.  'Way better'n any porn I've ever seen.'  He cupped
his own testicles.  'I wonder what it would feel like to be doing all this
stuff.'

Jess continued to kneel astride Andy's father, resting himself on the older
man's chest, his asshole continuing to drool onto the bedspread, while
Emitt walked to the side of the bed and leaned over Andy's father's open
mouth.

"C'mon, Dad," Jess coaxed.  "Give him his load back."  Emitt silently
nodded and began drooling out a thick strand of sperm.  It descended, as if
in slow motion, swinging and slowly extending until it touched Andy's
father's extended tongue.

It was too much.  Three naked men; his best friend getting fucked by his
father, then having is asshole sucked clean and the sperm delivered to back
to its original owner.  The moment the thick strand touched his father's
tongue, Andy convulsively grabbed onto the door frame and groaned aloud,
unaware that all movement in the room had come to a sudden halt.

When he opened his eyes three men were watching him with various levels of
surprise.  Emitt still had a long strand of sperm draping over his chin.
Jess' asshole continued to ooze, and most exciting of all, his own father
licked his lips.  No one said anything.  The sperm dangling from Emitt's
chin fell onto Casey's cheek, leaving a shiny trail behind as it slid
toward the bed.

'Um . . . ah . . ."  Andy seemed at a loss for words.  "I guess I'd like to
play too."  He cleared his throat and groped himself, feeling daring to be
doing such a thing in front of his father.  His father absently licked some
more of his own sperm off his lips, never breaking eye contact with his
son.

Andy cleared his throat.  "Ahem . . .  Am I invited?"

~ to be continued ~

My other stories on Nifty include:
Phalen  (located in the Gay College Section)
Phalen - Finding Happiness   (Gay College Section)
Chris   (Gay College Section)
Leith   (Gay College Section)
Owen   (Gay College Section
Wesley   (Adult Relationships Section)
Jess (Gay Incest Section)

I hope you enjoy them all.