Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2017 19:48:11 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Keith Keeps His Shoes On 2

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This is a tale of father son incest. You can take your own shoes off and
enjoy. All others proceed with caution.


Keith Keeps His Shoes On 2

Keith woke up early on Saturday morning. He stretched happily. Since the
camping trip three months ago life at home had improved immeasurably.
Alighting from the bed he stripped off his pajama bottoms. Pulling his
underwear drawer opened he selected one of daddy's favorite pairs. Donning
the pet-palleted cotton he made his way to the bathroom for a pee and a
quick brush of his teeth. He felt the crotch tighten. It always happened
this way. Just the anticipation of bounding into daddy's room made his dink
hard. Within seconds he was entering the shade drawn bedroom.
     Ken feigned sleep as he heard the imp creep towards the bed. As he
felt the covers being pulled down to his thighs he wondered what briefs he
would surprise him with. Everyday was an unknown: the red thong, the
see-thru black nylon, the crotchless boxers, or his own favorite, the zoo
animal covered briefs with the exposed butt opening. He sighed as the bed
heaved with the added weight of his son. Anticipation was an aphrodisiac.
     Keith surveyed the hirsute body beneath his gaze. Crouching low on
bended knees he gingerly lifted the fat long hard-on. Allowing his face to
bend even lower he gently allowed the knob to open his lips as he lowered
further still.
     Kenny sighed blissfully. His cockhead was sucked tenderly into the
warm wet mouth. The growing expertise of his sons tongue slid all over the
plum. Peaking his eyes open all he could see was the brown hair of his sons
crown. The lithe body was tightly crouched beside his abdomen. His eyes
delighted in the exposed rump. The muscular arm that was stretched
perpendicular to his body slid down the sheet as the paw gently soothed the
beautiful boy butt.
     In spite of the enormity of the knob in his mouth, Keith smiled at the
first touch. He suckled pleased with his choice of garment. The beefy
fingers slid up and down his crack. Daddy always gave special attention to
his hole. He slid his hand down the cock shaft to play with the fat hairy
balls. The groan behind his head was the reward. His mouth stopped suckling
to give his tongue more freedom to loll over the silky flesh.
     "Morning, son." The voice was lewdly husky with incestuous excitement.
     Keith removed the knob to twist his head. "Morning, daddy." His smile
was beatific. "Will you watch me, daddy? Watch me suck your cock, okay?"
     "Yes, okay. I'll watch you." The small hands lifted the pole giving
Kenny the perfect vantage to see his son swallow his knob. His son never
looked more beautiful than he did now. Lips lovingly about his shaft as his
cockhead was treated to the wet warm tenderness only a boy could give. "I'm
watching. Daddy's watching." Fingers clasped the meat as the mouth slipped
all over his cock. The little tongue flicked here and there in feathery
dances. The kid absolutely loved his cock. Of all the vids he had seen no
boy ever sucked cock better. No boy ever enjoyed it more. The sensations
from his cock permeated his every sense.
     Keith popped off the cockhead. "Did you see that, dad? Did ya?" His
eyes were wide with accomplishment.
     "I saw." Ken grinned as he ruffled his sons hair. "Are you ready for
some of daddy's cream?"
      "Oh, yes, please!" The cockhead once more disappeared into the
suckling maw.
     Ken wrapped his fist about his rod. "Okay." He began to slide his grip
up and down the shaft. The rythm was hurriedly steady. "Daddy'll get it for
you. I'm going to get you some nice warm cream."
     As the man jerked his cock the knob squirmed about Keith's
mouth. Daddy never hit his mouth with his rapid fisting. The tongue bounced
too as it slapped about the crown. Daddy's panting along with his leg
movements let Keith knew it would be soon. His lips squeezed harder to hold
onto the shaft.
     "It's close, baby. Daddy's gonna get you your cream. Yeah, just for
you, son. My sweet boy. Yeah, it's coming. Almost there. Almost. Yeah,
baby, suck. Suck, baby. Suck daddy's pee-pee. Suck, suck."
     The roaring grunts didn't startle the boy. As the bellow came so did
the waves of juice. Spurt after spurt geysered into his sucking grip. The
deliciousness of thick gooey cum hit the roof then the back of his
throat. He had learned to swallow like a champ. He sucked, swallowed, and
licked until daddy gave his first exhausted chuckle. That's when he
released his plum.
     "That was great, Keith", Ken panted. The boy sat back on his
haunches. He stared in lustful wonder as he watched his son smile. The cum
trickled delicately about the lads chin. "I'm going to make you an extra
special breakfast."
      Keith burped appreciatively.


Keith hung around his best friends house that afternoon. Trevor had the
best backyard with a large sandbox built by his dad that was hemmed in by
two-by-fours but otherwise if the boys dug deeper than the sand there was
earth. They took a round cement piece of what had once belonged to
construction piping for permanent irrigation and stood it
upright. Gathering sand about conically the hollow stonework became a
volcano. The base became Pompeii built of popsicle sticks, mud, and fervent
imagination. Once completed they dropped the hose into the hollow until it
spilled over its lava destroying the paradise. Trevor's dad wasn't so
amused surmising there was more "lava" on the boys than had ever spewed
from Mount Vesuvius.
     The boys found themselves plunked in a tub while their clothes were
washed and dried. If Trevor's dad was surprised by Keith's underwear he
made no mention. A raised eyebrow was all that betrayed him. Keith worried
at first. Daddy had said to never let anyone see his special briefs but
Mr. Wells didn't seem to give a bother. Besides the bath was too much fun.
     "I'll be captain of the tugboat and you can have the submarine", the
redhead freckled boy stated.
     Keith readily agreed. On his stomach he held his breath so he could
navigate underwater. Eyes opened he guided his ship slipping over his pals
slick legs.
     "Hey, watch!" Trevor tapped the wet mop. As Keith emerged, he
admonished, "You banged into my dinky!"
     The boy giggled. "Sorry. Thought it was a rock." He sat up before
boldly grabbing for his friends pee-pee. "Does it hurt?"
     "Hey, quit it out!"
     Keith looked at the kid in astonished innocence. "What? I just want to
be sure I didn't break it."
     Trevor snorted, "Dinks don't break."
     "Yeah-hunh."
     They looked at each other. Trevor had to mull over the indisputable
logic. "What happens if they break?"
     "Dunno. I think they put a cast on it."
     Well to Trevor, that made sense. "I don't think it's broke. Would it
hurt?"
      "Probably." He eyed his bath-mate. "Does it hurt?" Now both sets of
eyes were on Trevor's cocklette.
      "Na-unh." But he felt his flesh to make certain. Fingers pulled the
soft skin as though it were made of elastic. His friends fingers squeezed
the pencils eraser. "It's getting swoled up".
      Keith agreed. The soft nothingness now jutted defiantly from its
crotch. His fingers felt the rigidity. "Well you can't be broken cuz it got
all hard.". Keith felt the small knob and thin shaft with his experienced
hand. It wasn't bad but it felt awfully different from daddy's. He wondered
what that would taste like. Bet he could suck the whole thing.
     Trevor was not to be outdone. If his best friend could play with his
dink then he'd play with his. He took hold of the dink as though he knew
what he was doing but really he was just copying Keith. Funny but Keith's
fingers felt really kind of good.
     The boys turned so that they were facing each other. Then they laced
their legs over each other. Now there were only scant inches between their
dicks. Fingers felt balls and cocks as they studied this newfound
activity. They pulled and fondled each other happily.
     Then the door opened...


Ken was sipping a coffee when the rough rat-a-tat pounding of the front
door startled him. The insistence had him moving quickly. Opening it he
found Mark standing with a grave look and Keith wide-eyed in fear in front
of him. Keiths immediate countenance gave Mr. Wells his in-road.
     "Can we have a brief talk?"
     Ken let him in. He watched Keith tremble before looking at the younger
version of himself. "You look like you could use a drink." Immediately he
strode towards the kitchen. "Beer?"
     "Fine." Mark took a seat at the table fully aware that Keith had
sought refuge somewhere else. "I'll make it fast. The boys were muddy..."
      Ken twisted off a cap. "Mount Fuji?"
      "Vesuvius." As he took the proferred beverage he almost grinned. "So
I stuck them in a tub, cleaned the clothes, and when I went back in..." He
was angry at himself for blushing. Hard to be macho-father when your cheeks
match your hair. "Well, the boys were... Uh... Playing doctor so to speak."
      Ken sat nearby. "Ah. Inspecting each other's wares."
      Mark nodded. Both men eyed each other and burst out laughing. As the
outburst subsided Mark shook his head. "You know what they're like at that
age."
      "Boys will be boys." Ken tipped his beer in the other man's
direction.
      Mark gave a slight nod. "But, shit, if it had been my ex that caught
them..."
      "Hell, fire and brimstone."
      Mark laughed. "Only if she was in a good mood." He took a healthy
swig. "And she's never in a good mood." Another gulp finally relaxed his
tension. "I don't want to get him in trouble but I thought you should
know."
      There was a moment of quiet. "What did you say when you caught them?"
      Mark chuckled, "Bathtime's over." They both laughed. "Hell, they're
just kids. Who cares? I guess we all did stuff like that at their age."
      "Yeah. Then." Ken's tone was doubtful. "Maybe it's my fault. Too much
freedom. Too much openness."
       That was intriguing. "Too much openness? Like how?"
       Ken shrugged. "Like when we have a bath together I'm not afraid to
answer his questions. He's gotta know so he'll have self-confidence. This
is what he's going to look like for the most part. Might as well know what
it feels like." He upended the bottle. "Another beer?"


Ken found Keith naked on the big bed. The boys struggle for nonchalance was
pitiful. "Relax. He's gone." Sitting on the bed he pulled off his
shoes. "You're just lucky it was Mr. Wells and not Mrs." The socks were
off. "Anyways, everything's cool. He even managed to let out that he
thought you were cute in your briefs."
     "He did?!"
     Ken chuckled. "Yes. Who'd a figured?" He turned to his son. "I think
he's latent but definitely a kindred spirit." He smacked the boys
bottom. "Go put on those sexy briefs."


Mark knocked lightly before entering the room. Finding Trevor at his desk
busily drawing he walked up to where his son sat. "Whatcha doing?"
     "Making a picture of vesulus." The tongue found its way out of the
corner of his mouth.
     "Vesuvius", Mark corrected. "Well it's time so just leave all that
destruction for now." The final orange fires erupting were completed. Then
his son stood away from the table, lowered his shorts and briefs stepping
clear. In his shirt and running shoes and socks he climbed onto his bed. On
his back he planted the shoes on the duvet spreading his legs to
accommodate. Mark sat beside opening the small tub as he scooped his index
finger with a dollop of Vaseline. Looking down he saw the beauty of his
sons cocklette and perky balls. Below the cleft of the butt cheeks
waited. Mark spread a knee further apart as he applied the gel to the now
exposed boy hole.
     Trevor grinned. It always felt a little cool at first. The rubbing
finger slid about his butt hole. The gel slipped about warming as the digit
moved. The boy sighed as the pad of the index finger slid about the slit of
his boyish opening. "Are you mad about me and Keith in the bathtub?"
     Mark slid his finger up and down the length of the wee entrance. "No,
of course not." He began to apply a little pressure as the pad prodded. "At
your age curiosity is usual. Do you like your buddy's pee-pee?" The slit
began to yield.
     "Ki-ki's is bigger. But I got the Wells hood", he said triumphantly.
     "That's right. You do." As the finger slowly slid into the warm wet
sleeve the pad of his thumb tenderly slid about the loose balls. The
inserting digit entered fully. As it crooked upward he found the little
gland. With slow careful movement he began to massage the prostrate. "There
we are. Nice little buzzer." The index pulled out somewhat then back
in. Back and forth the hole was fucked. The pricklette boinged to hardness
in a flash. As the finger then slid entirely in, the remaining digits
fondled the boy balls. "There you go. How does that feel?"
     Trevor lay back happily, his legs spread comfortably wide. "S'good,
daddy." The boy loved the in and out rythm of daddy's big finger. As his
father lay closer to watch the handiwork Trevor put his hand into the
opening of the boxers. There he found the Wells pride. The hot cock was
rock hard straining to be free. His hand struggled to pull it out but the
material suppressed the length of the shaft. "Daddy?"
     Mark slipped his paw into his underwear. "Here. Daddy'll get it for
ya."  The cock was pulled free.
     "Thank you." As his hands began their man-pride exploration he felt
the tingly warmth of his little prick being sucked into daddy's gentle
mouth. The fingers traced the few ridged veins up and down what seemed to
the lad to be an enormous pole. He loved the bumpy texture.
     Mark sucked the tiny knob. His tongue swirled saliva as he tenderly
finger-fucked his sons asshole. Sucking the boy-cock he longed for the day
when his finger would be replaced by his six inch fat cock. Then he'd fuck
him long and hard every day and all through the night. For now it's
replacement would do. His lips moved south as he fondled the balls with his
dancing tongue. As he licked and nibbled, his own cock throbbed under the
kids fingers. This was sheer heaven.
     Trevor felt the finger ease it's way out of his boy-cunt. As his hole
felt emptiness his cocklette and balls felt cool air about his slicken
sex. The mattress rocked as daddy stood. Playfully he reached for the big
cock above him. The meat jutted from the pale blue boxers. His eyes watched
the fat fingers encircle the rod. Then one of his very favorites - daddy
started to slid his fist up and down the shaft.
     Mark watched as his kid happily stared as he masturbated. "You keep
looking, Trev. Daddy's gonna spunk his junk." He watched his son play with
his own pee-pee and bag. Trevor stared with such wonder and awe that Mark
felt his own complete power. The balls tightened. His knees grew weak. "I'm
gonna shoot my sperm. Open your mouth. Wider, son. That's it. Stick out
your tongue. All the way. Good, boy. Now you watch daddy. Daddy's gonna cum
all over his precious boy. Yes, he is. You're so pretty but you're gonna
look even prettier." Mark grunted hard.
     The splooge hit as though paint had been flung. The first streak
landed on Trevor's forehead, across his nose, his chin, and down the
shirt. The second wave hit the mouth and tongue and down the shirt. The
third and fourth were directed to the boys delicate crotch. The cocklette
and ballys pooled in gobs obscuring half the sex, the knob completely
covered. Panting his knees pressed into the bed. Mark squeezed the last
drops free. "Whew!"  Getting to his knees beside the bed he lovingly,
tenderly licked his sons cock, balls and ass clean.


Ken lay back on his bed naked. With arms in crucified repose he waited for
the distant patter of feet as it got louder. He lifted his head to see his
boy bound into the room in his backless briefs. Laying his head back he
thrust his tongue out waving with both beckoning and anticipation.
     Keith giggled as he climbed onto the bed before awkwardly standing. He
placed a foot on either side of his dad's hairy chest. Looking down one of
the brown eyes winked.
     "I feel like Gulliver." Though his son stood tall he seemed smaller
somehow. The boy then stepped over the arms so his ankles were just past
his ears. "Now that's a sight to behold." For indeed it was. The white
briefs with the red piping softly held the crotch in place but the red
formed an outside emphasis about the perky boy asscheeks. The crack was
inviting. He stuck out his tongue again. As his son flattened his palms on
the wall the knees began to bend. Slowly the crack parted. Closer and
closer the delicately pink slit lowered. Ken's tongue hardened as it
strained to taste. Closer. Ever closer the boypussy neared. He could feel
the skin heat. The edge of his tongue touched boy cheek. Nostrils inhaled
boy scent. The tongue tip touched home.
     Keith inhaled. The wet wiggling muscle slathered his secret spot. As
he squatted his feet teetered unsteadily. Hands on the wall the boy
balanced. The hole quivered as the tongue assaulted. The whole of his being
felt fiercely alive.
     Ken laved the boy-cunt. The sweet spot of youth carressed his
tongue. Knowing the lad was too unsteady he brought his arms inward so the
paws could cup each cheek. Securing the weight of the boy he lowered the
butt until the cotton-covered nutsac settled on his nose. The soft material
of the crotch coupled with the raw tang of ass sent his temples to
pulse. As the tongue massaged the tip discovered the easing of
tension. Slipping slightly inward the muscle undulated. Paws kept the
cheeks fully spread. Then the flat of his tongue roughly licked the
asshole. The molesting tongue was relentless. Sweeping back and forth as
hard as he could he slickened the opening for what was to come. He knew the
boy was ready when the probing tip eased into the inner canal.
     Keith suddenly found himself lifted down to his father's hard-on. The
hard warm log lay between his crotch. His cheeks hugged what they
could. But the boy didn't linger. He immediately leaned forward his belly
just above daddy's. Knees supported he felt the forearm slide between his
legs. Moments and the hot slippery plum was pressed to his asshole. Eyes
searched up along the body to find daddy's.
     "Come on, baby. Ease back. That's it, son. Nice and slow." The knob
felt the glorious squeeze as it began to slip into the hot wetness. "Not
too fast, honey. Just steady. That's better. Good. Feels so..." The knob
popped into the furnace that is boy. "Oh, baby, that's good!
Nice. So... Very... Uh, tight tight tight..." His deep voice trailed to a
whisper. His cockhead puffed in the wet bath of an asswall sleeve. The heat
inside hugged the silky purple plum. Ken groaned so very deeply.
     The huge hot flesh filled him so completely. Eyes closed tight he let
his asshole experience the fullness of daddy. Pushing back he forced his
opening to stretch more with another inch. Then two. Then the amazing
three. The fired pole seemed to become a part of him. Full. Deeper than
he'd ever had. Fat hard cock. Boy-cunt. Union. Incest. Daddy son love. In
all its magnificence. Keith moaned from his soul.
     "Oh, my baby. So deep. Honey? You okay?" His son merely nodded. "Baby,
baby." His arms hugged the boy to his fur, the head resting on his
chest. The sound of a slight son or sigh escaped the boy. Planting his feet
firmly on the bed, knees slightly bent, his hips began to thrust a
little. The cock slid out a bit then back in then back and forth in a
steady simple rythm. Hugging the kid tightly he fucked his son with
care. "We're here, baby. We're one", he cooed softly. "Nice and warm and
safe. Our bodies in love. Daddy's cock just where it belongs. Daddy loves
you, baby. Daddy loves you so very much." The unbelievable tightness made
his fucking, as gentle as it was, too intense to maintain. The sudden
urging was upon him. The head became the center of the universe. "Oh,
baby. I'm here. It's coming. So tight. So beautiful. My sweet son."
     Keith felt the first sting of lava. Then the waves just felt like warm
jabs as the cock pulsed against his asshole. The geyser emptying floods of
oozing globs up against his inner walls. Daddy grunted and thrust not
knowing how sharp the jabs felt but Keith knew how he was loved. Even as
daddy relaxed Keith made no effort to move. Tonight he wanted to fall
asleep impaled..
     Ken would let him.



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