Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 07:47:08 +0300
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: "JOY"

Monday August 16, 1999 
JOY  by  natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they
rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put
down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual,
married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my
real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature
eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no
violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me
know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an
explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free
to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone
interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my
writing is to make you feel good. Really good.
If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is
why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our
real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex
is idealized the way we would really like it to be - raw skin and no
rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!
This story, once again, is total make believe. 
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JOY by natan10@hotmail.com

My 2 children - Tom who is 16 and Bill who is 18 - have gone out to the gym
to work out. They had arranged to join up with the gang and their
girlfriends later to go to the school dance. I had decided to go to a movie
by myself, watch a little TV afterwards and then some well-earned sleep.

Back now from the movie, I switch on the TV, grab a beer and veg out. Put
on Jay Leno and then began to watch some old flick. Before I know it, I nod
off.  Sometime past 1, I awaken and find myself in this predicament. I pull
myself off the couch, get into the shower and climb, exhausted into my soft
bed. I dream of flowing water in a brook and am disturbed from my dreams by
a "blast" of something. My eyes open and I realize that the kids must be
home and it was just the door slamming. Damn them. I've told them time and
again to close the door gently. I take a pee and climb back into the bed
and within moments, I'm back asleep.

Once again, something awakens me and I see that Bill is in the bed with me
with his hand on my cock. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ask
him, completely shocked at this action of his.
He sees my anger.

But he silences me by covering my my gaping mouth with his own. I am
overtaken with surprise, guilt and joy - all at the same time. I cannot
believe what is happening to me - and to my son for that matter. There has
never been any indication for this. Perhaps he realizes that I have not had
any sex since I left my wife over 2 years ago. But still - what the fuck!
This is a guy in bed with me, and what's more, it's my own son!

"Dad, I love you and I don't want you to be shocked. I discovered that I
was bisexual quite by chance when I went out to shoot pool with Rick about
a week ago. I'll have to tell you another time, but you must not be upset
with me. You are my father and I want to feel close to you. I want to turn
you onto the same feelings that turned me on."

I push him aside for a moment. "Look, Bill. I don't know what you're
talking about, but this is something that one does not do. I could get
arrested for this and besides - I don't know what this is. I have never
dreamed that this sort of thing would happen. But I'll tell you one thing
... I am not too sure how I feel about this." I notice that my tool is
filling with an unknown desire and beginning to become erect. But I make no
mention of this to Bill - he is above the blankets and I am beneath them so
he does not see my erection.

Before I know it, his lips are on mine and what is more surprising, I
respond by opening my mouth slightly and allow his tongue to penetrate. I
feel him taking my tongue and sucking on it. My cock immediately becomes
completely erect now and I am actually enjoying this feeling.

He pulls off for a second. "Dad, did you like that?"

"Well ... I don't know what to say. Yes. It felt nice. But when did all of
this happen?"

"Look Dad, I'll tell you another time. I told you it was Rick who turned me
on. But this sort of thing is becoming more and more out in the open with
people now and I just want you to give into your own feelings and just feel
the sensations. I'm not going to continue if you tell me not to."

"Bill. I like this feeling. It is just that you shocked me so completely.
Just lie there with me and let me just think and get over this shock."

Bill does as I ask, except he first gets completely undressed and I notice
how filled out he is. I can see now the effects of all that working out at
the gym. My little Billy has changed from a pimply 15-year-old to an
incredibly handsome and well-built 18-year old.

"Where is Tom?" I ask him.

"Tom, is still at the diner down the street, so relax. Anyway, he knows
about me and he told me that he thinks it's cool and he wants to try it
with me?"

"WHAT!!?? You guys can't do that! That's illegal"

"Well Dad, what do you think you and I are doing right now? It's the same
thing and I seem to notice that you are actually starting to get into this.
Here ... watch me."

I notice that Bill is stroking his cock and I can't take my eyes off of
him. He sees this and leans over and kisses me again. I can't get over how
outgoing he has become. He grasps the top of the blankets pulls them down
which totally takes me by surprise. Now he sees everything. "Gee, Dad. Look
at you! You are hard as a rock like me," he says while putting his hand on
my cock.

I actually begin to like this feeling and feel comforted in fact. Afterall,
this is my son who I love more than anything else in the world. I take my
hand and put it on his body, rubbing it on his chest and around his
nipples. I feel the hair on his chest and marvel at his body.

 
He rolls over on top of me and I feel his skin next to mine. Once again he
places his mouth on mine. His mouth is open and my tongue automatically
enters his mouth, feeling for his own tongue and I begin to do as he did to
me. I suck on his tongue and I feel my cock tremble with response. My hand
again surrounds his cock. Bill puts his hand on my stomach and starts to
slowly rub with an up-and-down motion. I feel a desire. His hand covers my
cock and he rubs it up and down exerting a little pressure at the same time.

"OK, Dad. Now I want you to really just relax and feel what I do now."

And with that, he moves down the bed, all the while his mouth attached to
my chest. He begins to lick around my nipples, and then lower down to my
navel. His hands continue to search my body at the same time. Down my
crotch, my cock (which is really aching with desire now) and finally rests
around the area beneath my balls and between my thighs. His finger probes
at my asshole. And I like it! And then, the greatest of all sensations ...
his mouth covers my erect cock. I moan and squirm a bit and then I throw
him over onto his back. My mouth begins to repeat what his mouth did to my
body. The scent of his cologne is strong and wafts in my nostrils, arousing
me even more. I lick his abdomen and his hand surrounds my head putting the
slightest pressure on it, as if he wants me to move my head down even more.

I take his hint and, much to my own surprise - and joy, I might add - place
the head of his cock at the entrance to my mouth. He immediately pushes my
head down, forcing my mouth to open and engorge my throat with his dick.
Once again, the automatic actions take over. Obviously I like this feeling
a lot, because I begin to bob up and down on his cock. Every few seconds I
come off his cock and kiss his abdomen, the shaft, the beautiful pink
mushroom-shaped head of his cock and then return to continue bobbing on his
shaft.

I put my hand around his waist and pull him closer. I feel so incredibly
good doing this. He whispers in my ear how much he loves me. He then moves
around on the bed, leaving his crotch by my head, my mouth covering his
cock. But I then feel his mouth covering my own cock.

"Dad, this is the ultimate sensation. We both suck each other off. Oh geez
Dad, I love this feeling. I really want your cock and I can see how much
you are loving to suck my own. Just think ... we can do this freely anytime
we want. And do you know what? Tom will join us next time. The two of us
have been talking about doing this for about a week. We actually planned
that I would be the one to first seduce you. Wait until he comes home and I
tell him afterward."

I like this feeling and without telling Bill, I actually begin to look
forward to doing this with both of my sons. "Bill," I say, "please don't
stop. I LOVE THIS FEELING." I continue to suck him into my mouth. I can't
get over this incredible wonderful feeling and then realize what all my
friends were talking about when they would describe how their wives or
girlfriends would do this to them. I was not so lucky. My wife didn't do
this. We also never talked about it. I guess I was never very open-minded
about sex. To me, it was all a matter of me lying on top of her and the old
"in and out" routine. But it was always good for the two of us. I miss her.
We were very close. But this sensation? I can't believe how much I am
enjoying it.

We continue to bob on one another's cocks. And then, I stop for a second,
taking a breather. "Bill, I love you. I thank you for this experience.
Let's shower and hit the sack. Tomorrow we'll try this new experience
again. But I want to first watch you and Tom together so that I can get
some pointers.


"Dad, we're not finished yet. Don't you remember what comes next?"

"Bill, I am so close to orgasm. I'm not supposed to cum with you ..."

I can't finish my sentence because Bill blurts: "Dad, just do as I do. Just
keep on sucking me and I'll keep on sucking you. When you feel like you're
ready, just do what comes naturally! Just cum and don't pull off of me when
you know you're gonna shoot. I'm gonna suck you dry and let you really know
how fantastic the feeling is. Don't worry. It's safe and it's great. And
when you feel me, just take it all in. Swallow. That's what I want the
most. I want my Dad to drink me all up."

With that, we continue. I am moaning and I am really going down on him and
I feel his reciprocation. Before I know it, I feel the hot jism climb my
shaft. "I'M CUMMING Bill! Oh God, it feels .... ohhhh ohhhh," and I shoot
my whole load. I immediately feel this blast of something very warm and
salty hit the back of my throat and I know exactly what it is. I drink it
all. It tastes strange but nice.

And then we just remain like that. "Oh fuck Bill. Now I see what you mean!
Where is Tom? I want him to come home now and see us. And then ..."


*************
I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more,
please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige if I am able.
natan10@hotmail.com

And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper.
It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your
fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.