Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 20:30:44 -0800 (PST)
From: BF
Subject: Kevin Gets His Fantasy

Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various
ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between
males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this
content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story
are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in
this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This
disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.


      I remember when I was 6 years old, my dad tucked me in for the night
and he leaned down to give a good-night kiss as he normally would however
this time, I "smooched" him like I had seen kissing done on soap operas.
When our lips met, I moved my head back and forth to cause our noses to rub
against each other.

As I developed through puberty, my infatuation for my dad only intensified.
I practiced the art of masturbation, using his Wahl vibrator massager,
often.  One Christmas in junior high, my dad got a pair of underwear that I
thought was sexy.  This brief was a navy blue nylon brief with a fly front.
I saw this brief in the clothes hamper and decided to pick it up and feel
it.  I brought it up to my nose to get a smell.  The light scent of his
piss and his manhood was intoxicating to this 13 year old.  I developed an
instant hard-on and began masturbating.

      I continued to use my dad's underwear while beating off with the
vibrator.  I would check the hamper often and then his underwear drawer to
look for my favorite pair.  I knew when he was wearing the navy blue pair.
He also had other bikini type briefs that I found sexy so my supply of
underwear that were freshly worn was almost daily.

      As I vibrated my teenage cock, I would place his underwear over my
face and smell in his manhood and taste as much as I could.  Other times, I
would hold my cock in his brief as I vibrated my boy cock finally cumming
in my dad's underwear.

I later would take a pair of his pants, stuff them with pillows to make it
look like it was really him from the waist down and then put his dirty
underwear over the pants, stuffed with a fake cock made from rolled up
socks.

While I thought I was being discrete, I soon realized I wasn't.  By this
time when I was in high school, my mother and little brother went to visit
my grandparents for the weekend.  That Friday evening when I got off work,
my dad was still up.  We said the usual "hello, how was your day" but then
he said "we need to talk".

I wasn't sure what about.  He never showed any interest in talking to me
before, let alone any interest in me what-so-ever.

"What about?" I asked

He held up a pair of his briefs.  This was the pair of red nylon bikini
underwear that I masturbated into the day before.  My stomach sank and my
face flushed bright red and felt like a fever 107 degrees.  My mind raced
to think of an explanation that was believable.  My dad said "I was getting
ready to wash a load of clothes and noticed that someone, not me, shot a
load in my underwear."

"Uhhh", still trying to think of an plausible explanation.

"Are you masturbating in my briefs?" he asked.  I couldn't speak at this
point.  "Ummm" is all I could get out before breaking out in tears and
running off to my room, shut the door and laid down on my bed in shame.

      He followed me and without knocking or asking, he entered my room and
came and sat down on the edge of my bed, placing his hand on my chest.

"Son, what does this mean?  I'm trying to understand.  You're my son and I
love you very much but I don't understand why you would beat off in my
underwear."

At this point, my mind could not think anymore so I spilled my guts.  "Dad,
I love you.  I am and have always been sexually attracted to you.  I don't
know why.  I just am.  I know it's wrong but I want you to make love to
me."  I cried and covered my face with my hands in shame.

My dad reached and pulled my hands away from my face.  "You think your old
man is sexy?  You fantasize about me when you beat off?"  he asked with a
slight smile and glee in his eye.

I looked at him quizzically.  "Yes!" I exclaimed.

"What are the things you fantasize about?" he asked.

I explained that I pretend that he lies on top of me, kissing me and then
he feeds me his hard cock as I suck him off.  I told him that when I cum in
his underwear, I fantasize that it's his cum as I lick it off his briefs.

He said "I think I've heard enough to take it from here" and with that he
placed his briefs over my faced then leaned down and started kissing me
through the red nylon underwear.  The front of the brief was aligned to my
mouth as he forced his tongue into my mouth.  I could taste where my dad's
penis had been.  My father.  My dad.  My fantasy coming true.

      He then removed the brief and continued kissing me.  It was a soft,
passionate kiss and then his tongue separated my lips as it forced its way
into my mouth.  His tongue would recede and I would insert my tongue in his
mouth.  His tongue and saliva mixed with mine in a hot passionate kiss that
lasted several minutes.  His hand found its way down to my hard cock and he
worked my hard teenage cock through my jeans.  He managed to get his other
hand free to unsnap the button fly jeans.  I was too lost in deep forceful
kissing to realize that he maneuvered my cock out and was stroking it.

      It finally appeared to me what was going on and my own hand found
it's way to his massive bulge in his pants.  The only word I could get out
at this point was his name.  "Oh, Ken", I breathfully whispered.  At this
point, all I wanted was that massive bulge in my mouth.  I wanted to
finally taste my dad.  I wanted to taste his pre-cum.  I wanted him to
thrush his hips back and forth as his man meat plowed my wet mouth.

      He broke from our wet embrace and stood up and started taking off his
clothes.  He was wearing the blue nylon brief and flung it on my face.  It
had the warmth of his body and was wet from his pre-cum.  I took the brief
into my mouth as he continued to undress.

      I then took the que to do the same.  He took his hard cock in his
hand. His cock was more beautiful than I had imagined.  It was long, thick
and the piss slit had a flow of sticky pre-cum.  My dad must have seen me
lick my lips because he wiped this flow of juice with his finger and then
put his finger in my mouth.  I sucked on his finger like it was the cock I
fantasized about.

      At this point, I sat up and grabbed that massive cock of my father
and took it in my mouth.  My tongue danced over, under, all around the
head.  The sweet taste of his pre-cum was more than I could ever imagine.
I tried to force my tongue into the piss slit to get more.  My dad started
pumping his hips back and forth.  He placed his hands on the back of my
head to guide and lead the rhythm.

Wanting more of my dad, I brought my hand to his shaft and started aiding
my sucking efforts.

"You're going to make me cum!"  He exclaimed.  This of course made me
realize I was closer to my prize and made me fight for more.  "I'm going
toÉ.I'm cumÉFUCK SON!"  My father started shooting his cum into my
mouth.  I wanted to be sure to taste and get it all but it was more than I
could manage to get down.  Thinking back on it now, he probably saved it up
for a week or two, waiting for the right time to have our talk.

      I managed to keep sucking, getting every last drop.  He was spent and
laid down on my bed.  I got up at this point and started to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked.  "I'll be right back" I said.  I went and
got the vibrator and came back to the room.  I stood there over the bed
just looking at my dad lying there.  His cock was still semi-hard and
oozing the last bit of cum.  I plugged the vibrator in and went to work on
my own cock.  As I let the vibrator get me to that moment of ecstasy, I
took his cock in my mouth to get the remainder of his cum.  I shot my
teenage load, all over him, the bed, the wall, everywhere.  When I was
done, my father took me in his arms.  Lying together on the bed, he started
kissing me passionately again.  We kissed for what seemed like hours,
finally falling to sleep, me in my father's arms, my head on his chest, his
cock in my hand.

      The next morning, I awoke to find myself being spooned by my dad.
Our naked bodies pressed against each other.  I turned just my head to kiss
him.  He smiled and said "Good morning, Kev."  I felt his cock get hard as
it pressed into my butt crack.  My dad started humping my buttocks, sliding
his cock up and down on my crack.  I knew at this point we were headed for
a great weekend and the father-son relationship I had so longed for since I
was 6.

      We've managed to sneak in our father-son time through the years.
He's always managed to get me his underwear when we couldn't be together.
My dad, my father, my fantasy, Ken.