Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:15:37 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Jess - chapter 6 - gay incest section

Jess

Chapter 6

By Roy Reinikainen


"Hey, Jess!"  Ben answered the telephone, greeting his older brother.
"How's the party going?  Mom says she thinks you guys are having a beer and
are sitting around in your underwear telling dirty jokes."  He laughed, his
infectious enthusiasm for everything spilling over.  "Sounds like fun," he
continued, then lowered his voice.  "'Course, you know me.  I'd rather sit
around starkers than wear my underwear."  He laughed, glancing over his
shoulder, hoping his mother was not within earshot.

"So," he continued, "how're things over there?  I'm feeling all lonely
'cause my big brother and father didn't invite me to the only guys-only
party I've ever heard of."

Jess rolled his eyes at his father, Casey, and Andy, who were sprawled
naked, on the large bed in Casey's bedroom.  Andy grinned, aware of how
much Ben enjoyed talking; then rolled on top of his father.  "Hey, Ben,"
Jess interrupted.  "If you'd be quiet for a minute, I'd like to talk to you
about something."  He hesitated.  "Tell me.  Is Mom anywhere nearby?"

Ben quietly pushed his bedroom door closed.  "Nope," he answered.  "I'm in
the bedroom."  He flopped backward onto his bed, propping the heel of each
bare foot on the edge of the bed.  "Now, tell me.  What's up that you're
afraid that Mom might hear?"  He abruptly sat up.  "You guys are doing more
than sitting around in your underwear, having a beer, and telling dirty
jokes, aren't you?"

"No," Jess answered.  "We're sitting around starkers."

"Fuuuuuck," Ben groaned, flopping backward onto the bed.  "Are you calling
me just to make me horny, knowing I can't join you, or what?  Why are you
guys naked?  What kind of party is it you're having?  I've never thought
Dad would be hanging out naked with you."

His eyes brightened.  "Dad *is* there, isn't he?  I mean, naked, n'all?
I've never seen Dad naked, Jess.  Is he cool?  What's his butt like?"  Ben
would have continued, but was interrupted by his older brother.

"Ben, calm down!  I'm not playing with your mind.  Trust me!  There's a
reason I'm calling, so be quiet for at least a minute, and I'll tell you a
couple things.  Deal?"

Ben rolled onto his stomach, absently rocking his hips, stimulating his
erection, trapped between the bare skin of his lower belly, and his
underwear.  "Yeah, okay.  I'll be quiet, but you know how difficult that is
for me."  He interrupted himself.  "Quiet.  Okay.  I hear you."

"Ben . . ."

"Hurry, Jess.  I'm leaking here, imagining the possibilities."

"Don't shoot, Ben!"

"Why not?  Just thinking about seeing Dad's dick and butt is enough to make
me shoot.  And *you're* the one who's . . ."

"Ben!  Shut up!"

"Oh, yeah.  Sorry.  It's just that . . .  "Oh, yeah."

Jess took a deep breath, steadying himself.

After learning that his youngest son loved shooting a load over Jess' chest
and belly, then would lick his own sperm up, Emitt had not been able to get
the picture out of his mind.  He could imagine Ben, kneeling astride his
hips, shooting a teenage load, and then leaning forward to lick it off.

'Better yet,' Emitt thought.  'Ben could spread his cheeks wide as he
squats on my tongue while he masturbates himself to orgasm, and shoots all
over my chest.  Then,' Emitt's fantasy continued, 'Ben would lick his own
jiz off my chest and belly, while I play with his slender butt and
asshole.'

Emitt had squirmed, wondering what it would be like to have his youngest
son fuck him.  'I'm getting greedy,' Emitt had laughed at himself.  'Hell,
Jess hasn't even fucked me yet, and here I am, wanting Ben to pump me full
of his sperm.

"Ben," Jess spoke, unaware of his father's daydream.  "Do you remember me
telling you how much I wanted to be fucked by Andy's dad?"

"You're shitting me!" Ben almost squealed, rolling onto his back; then
sitting up, all in one move.  "You did it?"

"Yes.  I figured since Andy and his mother were away, Casey would be alone.

"Casey?" Ben interrupted.

"He told me to call him that."

"But Andy came home.  I saw him!"

"Yeah, and Dad came over before Andy came home, to see if Casey knew where
I was."

"You actually asked Andy's dad to ride you?  I mean, for real?"  Ben stood
up and began pacing to and fro across his bedroom.  "Well, fuck, Jess!
Tell me!  Did he?"

"Yes."

"Holy fucking shit!"  He lowered his voice, suddenly quiet.  "You're not
making up all this shit, are you?  If you are, I'm going to be royally
pissed.  And, why are you calling me to tell me all this stuff?"

"Because, I told the guys how well you're hung, and how you like to shoot a
load on me, then lick it up?"

"You told them *that*!  Damnit, Jess.  You promised you'd never tell
anyone."  Ben seemed to stop in mid sentence.  "Does all this mean that you
want *me* to come over and join you guys?  I mean, for real?  Naked and
hard and all that shit!  Dad'll be hard too?"

"He told me to tell you that he'd like you to pump a load up his butt,"
Jess answered, smiling broadly, both at his father, and at his younger
brother's outburst.

"Me!  I've never done that . . . with anyone.  He wants *me* to fuck him,
and shoot up inside him?  Without a condom or anything?"  Ben whirled,
catching sight of himself in his dresser mirror.  His erection was creating
a painful mound beneath his shorts.  "I want to hear Dad tell me what you
just said, Jess.  It's not that I'm not believing you, but I want to hear
it from Dad, just so I know nothing has been exaggerated in the
translation."

Jess handed the telephone to his father.  "He wants to hear it directly
from you," he said, finding it difficult to tear his gaze away from his
father's erection.  At his father's side, Casey and Andy were laying in one
another's arms, slowly kissing, oblivious to the telephone conversation.

Emitt brought the telephone receiver to his ear.  "Ben," he began.

"Dad!  Jess tells me that you guys are hanging out naked, and that Andy's
Dad fucked him.  Those are *his* words, in case you're gonna get all
freaked by my language.  He says that you want me to *fuck* you!  I've
never done that with anyone.  Hell, I've never done *anything* with anyone,
other than smearing my sperm all over Jess, then licking it off.  Fuck,
we've never even sucked one another, or kissed, or nothing."

"Ben, slow down.  You're going to hyperventilate, or something.  Then you
wouldn't be able to come over and join us."

"You mean you *really* would like me to ride you and shoot up your hole?  I
mean, Dad . . . that sounds so cool, but . . . hey, this must mean you've
been fucked before.  Has Jess done it to you?"

"No," Emitt laughed.  "Casey has fucked me, though it was before your
mother and I were married.  No one's done it to me since.  But," he paused,
listening to his son's labored breathing.  "I'd sure like you to climb on
top of me and slide your dick up my butt hole."

"What would Jess be doing?  Would he and the other guys be there, watching
me?  I mean, what if I do something wrong?"

"Like get soft?" Emitt laughed.

Ben barked a laugh.  "No chance of *that* happening!  I'm 'bout ready to
pop, right now, and I'm totally dressed.  What's Jess doing right now?"

"He's between my legs, sucking on my dick."

"Holy fucking shit!"  Ben screeched.  "For real?  What else can I do?  I'm
thinking that once I fuck you, I'm gonna want to ride all you guys.  D'you
think that might happen?"

"What about somebody riding *you*, Ben?"

"Hmm.  I don't know about that.  I've never thought about being a
bottom-type guy.  I'm not one of those big'n burly type guys, but that
doesn't mean I want to have someone climb on top of me, either.  Is getting
pumped a prerequisite to getting an invitation?  You can do whatever else
you want to me, for sure, but I have to think about getting fucked.  Is
that gonna work for you?"

"What else do you have in mind for us to do to you, young man?" Emitt
teased.

"I don't know.  Like I say, I've only seen junk on the Web.  I've never
*done* anything.  What do you *want* to do to me?

"I assume you'd like to be sucked off, or suck us?" Emitt probed.  "Or be
rimmed."

"What's that?"

"Would you like to have your asshole licked?"

"What!?"  Ben shouted.  "Licked?  For real?  You do that sorta thing?  Does
Jess?  Has he licked your asshole?  Does it feel good?"

"Awesome."

"Geez, Dad," Ben groaned.  "I'm 'bout ready to burst, here."

"Would you like to kiss me, Ben, so we, as Casey likes to say, can swap
spit."

"You're not shitting me, Dad?  You want to fuckin' kiss me?  For real?
Swap spit!?"  Ben seemed almost ready to burst with enthusiasm.  "Well, am
I invited to your party, or not?  If not, I'm gonna have to beat-off six or
seven times, just to drain myself to where I can top shaking with
excitement."  He paused.  "Swapping spit!  Riding your tongue!  Awesome!"

"And me riding yours, young man, or your brother, or Andy, or Casey."

"They want to do stuff with me too?  I mean, for real, Dad?  They want me
to lick their asshole?"  There was a breathless pause.  "Geez."

"Ben, calm down for a moment!  Tell your mother that we've invited you over
and that you'll be spending the night over here."

"Oh, Dad," Ben's voice shook.  "This is all so fucking cool.  Thank you!
Thank you!  Jess jokes that I'm a sex maniac, but I'm thinking that I
haven't even *started* being lewd and dirty yet!  I'll tell Mom; then I'll
head over there.  Is that okay?"

"We'll leave the back door unlocked.  When you come in, make sure and
re-lock it.  Deal?"

"Deal."  The line went dead.

"Well guys," Emitt laughed, tugging once on Jess' shoulder.  Jess glanced
up and released his father's cock from his mouth, with a slight popping
sound.  "The self-proclaimed sex maniac is on his way over to service all
of us."  He tells me he's never fucked around with anyone before, but he is
confident he'll be able to pump a load into all four of us."

"He will," Jess nodded.  "The guy is truly as sexed-up as I can imagine
anyone being.  Hell, he beats off at *least* four times a day. Sometimes,
six or seven times.  I don't believe his 'personal best' of twelve times in
twenty-four hours."

"Twelve times?"

Downstairs, the four men could hear the back door slam shut.

"Hurry, Dad," Jess urged.  "On your back!  Pull your knees back to your
chest.  Let him see your butt hole, the minute he comes into the room."
Emitt scrambled into position.

Both Jess and his father looked up at the young man standing motionless in
the bedroom doorway.  Ben was nearly as tall as his father.  He was a
slender boy, with short spiky black hair and flawless skin, who'd just
celebrated his seventeenth birthday.  He stood in the doorway, his eyes
focused on his father's spread cheeks and asshole.  Jess sat at his
father's side, wearing a bright smile.

Off to one side of the bed, Andy was lying on top of his father, his pale
skinned buttocks contrasting with his father's dark tan.  They were wrapped
in one another's arms, and the sounds of their kissing were loud in the
quiet of the bedroom.

"Fuuuuuck," Ben murmured to himself, rubbing a hand over his groin.  "This
is so freaking hot."  His eyes flicked to Jess, then back to his father,
who was silently watching him.  His father's full, round balls were begging
for attention, and his cock, still wet from where Jess and had been sucking
it, lay thick and hard against his lower belly.

"Well?" Emitt asked.

Ben licked his lips, then tugged his t-shirt over his head and threw it
onto the nearby pile of clothing.  He fumbled with the snap fastening the
waistband of his shorts, then pushed the shorts down, along with his tight
white underwear.  He stepped out of them, and was left wearing nothing more
than the silver chain Jess had given him as a gift.

Ben's large erection stuck straight out from his thick, black, wiry pubes.
His testicles were round and firm, held close to his body; his legs long
and muscular, the legs of a runner.  He licked his lips, then crossed the
bedroom and leaned forward, running a hand over his father's hole and
bulging perineum.  He cradled his father's scrotum with one hand and, in a
moment of fantasy-fulfilled, caressed his father's erection, running a
thumb over the head of Emitt's cock, gathering up a large dollop of his
father's pre-cum.

"Taste it," Jess urged, from his father's side.

Ben glanced from his brother, to his father, then back to his fingertip,
before he ran the slime over his lower lip, a glistening coating, which he
licked clean.

"Awesome dick, Ben," Emitt murmured.  "Both my sons are real studs."  Emitt
tightened the sphincter of his asshole, a darker-skinned area between
pale-skinned butt cheeks, as his youngest son's fingers paused to caress
the muscular opening.

"Not nearly as sexy as our dad," Ben murmured, positioning the head of his
erection at the slight mound of his father's anus.  He rubbed the head
across the opening, first to the left, then the right, all the while
watching the sphincter muscles pulse as he coated the area with slippery
pre-cum.

He slowly drooled out a large dollop of saliva in a long strand as lube for
his cock.  Ben smeared the fluid over the dark skin of his father's anus;
then he spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over his own cock.

"So fuckin' hot," he murmured, as he pushed first one, then a second finger
into his father.

"I'm gonna fill your fuckin' hole, Dad," he murmured.  "I'm gonna ride you
so hard, and so many times, that by tomorrow night, you're still gonna feel
like my big dick is poking you."  He rubbed the spongy head of his erection
over the opening to his father.  "I'm going to shoot so much stuff inside
you that you'll feel like I'm giving you a sperm enema.  It'll be oozing
out and running down your leg."

He pressed his cock against the tight opening.  The head compressed some,
then, slowly . . . very slowly, his father's sphincter relaxed and Ben
watched the tip begin to disappear into his father.  When the head was
almost in, he paused, so that only the prominent flair of the ridge was
still visible.  His eyes flicked to his father's.  "I've dreamt of doing
this.  Every time I see you in your yellow Speedo swimsuit, I want to fuck
you.  I've wanted to fuck you since the day I learned what fucking was."

Emitt tightened his sphincter and pulled his son closer, capturing the full
head of his son's erection.  He could feel the tight ring of muscle snap
tighter as the head entered.  At the same time, Ben hissed a reaction to
the intense heat surrounding his cock.

"Y'like it, Dad?" he asked, as he slowly slid the full length of his
erection into his father.  "Y'like being fucked by your little boy?"

Ben could feel his father rhythmically tighten the muscles of his hole, as
he pressed his dark pubes against the smooth skin of his father's perineum.
He flicked a glance to his brother, then to his father, who was watching
him with an expression full of passion.

"Fuck me, little boy," Emitt urged.

As he began to slowly thrust himself into his father, Ben caught his
brother's eye.  "Come closer," he ordered Jess.  "Lemme feel your dick."

Jess, caught up in the sight of his younger brother plowing his father's
hole, did as he was told.  He knelt at his brother's side, sitting back
against his heels, as Ben tenderly grasped his penis.  "I'm gonna suck you
dry, big brother," Ben murmured.  "Every night, every morning
. . . whenever I have a chance . . . I'm gonna drain you."  He paused, his
entire body trembling with excitement.  "Y'think I'm gonna get a chance to
fuck your butt?" he asked.  He shivered at the thought.

"Imagine it, Jess . . . the two of us fucking and sucking every day."  He
slapped his father's buttocks with an open palm.  "And, whenever Mom's
away, we can fuck Dad, and milk him dry."

Emitt groaned, turned on, more than he would have imagined possible, by
Ben's words, the feeling of his son's erection massaging his prostate, and
by the thought of being able to do this sort of thing often.  'As soon as
Ben shoots, I'm going to ask Jess to climb aboard and fill me with *his*
seed.'

"Lemme see you kiss him."  Ben nodded, directing his brother's attention to
their father.  "I'm about to pop, and I'd like to see you guys' tongues."
He slapped his father's butt cheek.

"Kiss him, Dad.  Kiss him while I fill your hole."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Ben's body shook.  He closed
his eyes and began filling his father's hole, as he'd promised.  Each pulse
was accompanied by a small jerk.  He was strangely quiet as he threw his
head back and took deep breaths.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, as he pulled out of his father's hole and collapsed
onto the bed at Emitt's side.  "That had to be the most awesome thing I
have ever experienced.  I mean, ever."  He slapped his father's butt cheek;
then scooted up to where his father also lay panting.

"Thanks, Dad," he grinned, leaning forward and pressing his lips against
his father's.  "You have made me very happy."  He chuckled.  "And, very
horny."  He rolled onto his back and held his erection at a right angle to
his body.  "I still haven't gone down!  Gimmie a minute and I'd like to
unload again."  He propped himself up on an elbow and looked across the bed
to where Casey and Andy were watching him.

"Do you want to be next?" he asked Casey.  "Jess tells me that you fucked
him.  How would you like for me to fill *your* hole?

"While we're waiting for you to reload," Emitt chuckled as he lay on his
stomach, "I want your brother to add his stuff to yours."  He looked over
his shoulder.  "What d'ya say, Jess?  There's no need for additional lube.
You can slide in on what your brother left behind."  He spread his legs
slightly and pushed his white butt upward.  "C'mon Jess.  Climb aboard.
Ride me for all you're worth."

"Yeah," Casey said, kneeling at their side, as Andy succumbed to Ben's
aggressive brand of kissing.  He could hear the sound of their sloppy
kisses, combined with the groans and whimpers of pleasure, as he watched
Jess lower himself onto his father's back."

"Stick it into him for me, would you, Casey?" Jess asked.

"You got it!"  Casey scrambled to the end of the bed, but before he aimed
Jess' cock at his father's butt hole, he paused a moment to appreciate the
pale, hairless skin of Jess' legs and buttocks.  Jess' legs were long and
well muscled.  The flare of his calves tapered to well-formed feet with
high arches and long, well groomed toes.

"C'mon, Casey," he murmured, already beginning to rock his hips.  "Aim me
at Dad's hole."

Casey grasped the younger man's erection and positioned its head at Emitt's
sloppy butt hole.  "Push," he ordered.  Jess did as he was told, and easily
slipped into his father, with the aid of his younger brother's jiz.  He
could feel his father's sphincter clutch at his cock.  Each of his thrusts
made a squishy sound and from where Casey knelt at the foot of the bed, a
white froth of liquifying sperm began to drool out of Emitt's abused anus.
It ran down his perineum and over his testicles, to stain the white sheets
of the bed.

"C'mon, Jess," Casey urged, spreading the younger man's butt cheeks and
exposing his dark pink anus.  "Fill your Dad's hole, so I can suck it all
out."  He lapped a broad swath over Jess' asshole.  "Damn," he murmured, as
he backed up and watched Jess' erection piston into Emitt.  "I love sucking
on a cum-sloppy asshole, about as much as I love sticking my tongue up a
clean hole."

"Mine's available," Ben said, from where he and Andy had separated.

"And mine," Andy echoed.

"On your knees, boys," Casey ordered, scooting to where he'd have access to
both young men's butts.  "I'm gonna lick you both."

"Fuckin' hot!"  Ben scrambled to his knees, spreading his cheeks with both
hands, and practically pushing the gentle mound of his dark-skinned pucker
into Casey's face.  Between Ben's legs, his full scrotum swung and his
erection hung low, oozing a thick string of pre-cum onto the bed sheets.

Andy knelt at Ben's side, their bodies touching.  "C'mon, Dad," he groaned.
"Lick us.  Get us all wet while we kiss."

"When you suck Jess' sperm out of Dad's hole," Ben added, "you can slobber
some of it onto Andy's and my holes."

"Yeah, Dad," Andy added.  "Get 'em all sticky with Jess' juice.

"Holy shit," Jess shouted.  The three men looked to where Jess had been
riding his father's butt.  Jess' entire body seemed to be pulsing as he
pumped his father full of sperm.  "Holy fucking shit," he said, this time
in barely more than a satisfied whimper.  "That was awesome."

"Daaad," Andy reminded his father.  "We're waiting."


~ to be continued ~


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Phalen - Reputation and Honor (Coming Soon)
Chris   (Gay College Section)
Leith   (Gay College Section)
Owen   (Gay College Section)
Wesley   (Adult Relationships Section)
Jess (Gay Incest Section)
Travis (Gay Incest Section)

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