From: Joe Jones <jonesboy@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Letters Home (M/M, incest, consensual)
Date: 14 Jul 1995 17:29:33 -0400

If you're not an adult, or if you are easily intimidated or upset,
DON'T READ THIS.  OKAY????


LETTERS HOME
by Joe Jones


Dear Dave,

I'm sitting here, in my childhood bed, with the most incredible hard on. 
Which means I'd rather be home with you, where I could really do something
about it.

But I'm not.  I'm here.  And I know you're wondering why.  I didn't
explain to you why I had to be here, so I'm doing it now.  But be warned,
there I have things to tell you which you may find surprising, or even
distasteful.

You know I haven't talked to my dad since before we met, for six years in
fact.  But you don't know why.

My mom left us when I was a little kid, right after Dad got out of the
Marines, and then it was just Dad and me.  Believe it or not, it seemed
pretty normal to us, or at least me.  And Dad never remarried.  He had a
few girlfriends, but those never really lasted, and in the end it was just
the two of us again.  

When I was a little kid we used to play wrestle.  Dad would show me moves,
which I couldn't possible manage on him with my child's arms, and we'd
roll around and laugh.  Dad would always win, and the truth is I wanted
him to win.  Even then, the sight of him over me, sweating and panting,
holding me down was exciting.  I didn't even understand why, but I knew
that it felt good in a way nothing else did.  As I got older I wanted to
do it more often.  There was a feeling, a sort of tickle in my groin, that
I was getting addicted to.  But the more I wanted it, the less it
happened.

I discovered masturbation, and it was like I had entered a whole new
world.  Life was divided into two times: the time I spent jerking off, and
the time I spent waiting to jerk off again.  And what did I think of when
I did it?  And the main fantasy during my jerking off? You guessed it:
Dad.

Dad was a total jock, and so fucking good looking.  Hell, he still is. 
Lean and dark, hard muscle throughout.  Not the kind of bodies you see on
gym-queens.  I mean a real man's body, nothing pretty about it, and
everything to turn you on.  A hard flat belly, split right down the center
by a little river of dark hair.  A broad chest, covered with dark curly
hair, with nipples that turned into hard little diamonds at the lightest
breeze.  God, I so wanted to let my open mouth just sink onto them, and
never come up for air.  His arms----his arms were so big, so solid tit
looked like you could climb them like a tree.

I started to fantasize about him experimenting with me.  About him being
sex crazed, and taking it out on me.  And then about him fucking my ass,
and loving it.  About him fucking my ass, and never being able to give it
up.  I started to get his tools, lubing up the handles and shoving those
up my ass.

I did other things too.  At night, when I couldn't sleep and jerking off
wasn't enough, I'd sneak into his bedroom.  For a few minutes I'd stare at
him, at his perfect chiseled body, at his white ass, his cock resting in
the shadow of his body.  He was cut, like me, and the thick knob of his
cock head curved up and away from him on a long dark cock.  

Did he ever wake up?  No.  And I only did it a few times, before I became
really scared.  I saw what I wanted, but felt more frustrated than ever. 
And that was my life: frustration.  

By the time I was sixteen things were intolerable.  We were like two male
tigers in a cage at the zoo, pacing, without enough for either of us. 
Summers were the worst.  Dad rarely wore a shirt at home, just jeans and
his workboots.  Sometimes he'd suntan in the backyard, and I'd offer to
oil his back.  Sometimes he'd let me, but less and less often.  When I
did, my cock would swell to twice it's normal size---how I didn't bust out
my jeans I don't know.  By the time my oiled hands reached the small of
his back, and his small waist, I'd be oozing precum.

I was 18 I told him I was gay, and he took it pretty hard.  Don't ask me
why I was surprised.  I was.  I thought everything would be okay.  And
then he said to me "Don't worry.  We can get a psychiatrist, who can
change you."  It was not what I wanted to hear.

Later that day, another thing happened: I walked in on him jerking off. 
We both pretended that nothing had happened, but later on I searched for
evidence, and found it in a pair of his underwear.  His cum.  I couldn't
believe it.  Man, for me it was like finding the fucking Holy Grail.  I
tasted it.  And it gave me the most incredible hard on of my young life,
which I immediately took care of, shooting my cum right into his. 
Watching our cum mix, knowing this was as close as I'd get, I decided I
had to leave.  Which is what I did.  I haven't been back till now.

Why now?  It started with a phone call from my cousin, telling me that dad
is in trouble.  Jesus, I can't believe this.  What happened is this: he
was charged with accosting a minor.  The minor was a 16 year old boy. 
Yes, a boy.  

I still can't believe it.  My dad, fooling around with a sixteen year old
boy.  Anyway, he was let off because of insufficient evidence to
prosecute.  But everyone is pretty freaked out, and it seemed time to come
home.  

So that's it, for now.  

Dave, I'm tired.  I'm going to jerk off and go to sleep.  I'll mail this
tomorrow.


***

Oh my god.  Oh my god.  Oh my god.

As you can see, I never got around to mailing this, and now I'll tell you
why.  Oh my God.

Like I said, I tried to jerk off last night.  But it wasn't working.  I
mean, I was squirrely as hell, but I just felt so fucking frustrated.  I
was mad as hell at my dad. You know, when I saw him yesterday I said "So
do you want to talk about this?"  And what did he say? "I'm not queer." 
Great, just fucking great.  End of subject.

Do I was sitting there in bed, getting more and more pissed.  It all made
sense now.  That fucker knew he was making me crazy all along, walking
around without a shirt, asking me to put tanning oil on him.  Jesus, I was
cock teased by my own father!.  So I got it in my head, fuck, if I can't
sleep, it's his fault.  I'm going to wake him up, I'm going to force him
to talk about this.

So I put on my shorts and walked out, to his bedroom.  I tapped lightly,
and opened the door.  And dad was there, lying on his side, his back to
me.  And I have to tell you, for a forty-six year old, he looked good. 
Hell, for almost any age he looked good.  He was still all lean muscle,
the kind of muscle you get from a lifetime of physical labor, not the
exaggerated lines of gym-boys and their work-out-overdose.  What the hell
was he thinking, screwing around with a sixteen year old kid?  He could
have had almost any grown man he wanted.

"Dad," I said.  "Dad?"

He didn't say a word.  I stepped closer to his bed.  "Dad, wake up," I
said, and gently shook his shoulder.  He didn't say a word, though he had
to be awake.  I looked at him, and saw why he was on his side facing away
from me.  He had a huge hard-on.

And I did the craziest thing I've ever done.  I dropped my shorts to the
floor, and crawled into bed beside him.  Like spoons.  And he didn't say a
word.  His back was muscled,  and hard as granite.  My heart was pounding
so hard it sounded like a drum in my ears.  My heart was pounding so hard
that he must have felt it against him.  My own erect cock at his back, I
reached around his slim waist, and set my hand around his thick cock, and
only then did I hear a sigh pour out of him, a sigh so heavy, and laden
with desire that I almost came right then.  But I didn't.

Slowly, very slowly, I slid my hand up to the tip of his cock, and then
down again.  He did nothing.  I kissed the back of his neck lightly, once,
and again, and I felt all the blood of my body rushing through my ears,
and tilted my head and bit into him.  And he groaned.

My body pressed closely to his, my cock growing hard in  the crevice of
his ass, my tongue and teeth on his neck.  Dad's hand dropped back to my
cock, but only to provide a barrier between my dick and the unthinkable,
his asshole.  "Uh-uh," I heard him say, or grunt.  

So I slid down, getting my head nearing his belly, and licked the shaft of
his penis.  I paused, waiting for him to stop me.  But he didn't.  I
licked at the head of his cock, and he began to twist around, again not to
stop me.  Fuck, to give me more room. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed
my father's cock.  What was I thinking?  I don't now.  But I wanted more. 
I wanted everything.  He owed it to me.  I thought of that and took the
whole of his dick into my mouth and throat, feeling his rough fingertips
brushing the top of my head.  Yes.

If he's been trying to pick up kids, he can't have had very expert blow
jobs, I thought.  But I'll show him what a real cocksucker can do.  And I
did.  I swallowed every inch of him, one hand on the base of his prick,
the other cupping his balls.  He said something, but I don't know what. 
"Nnngg," something like that.

I ran a finger through the spit dripping off his cock, and touched his
asshole with it.  He stiffened suddenly.  I rubbed my finger up and down
his hole, and he did nothing.  Oh yeah, I thought, he's not queer.  Okay. 
And I devoted myself again to his fat cock.

I worked hard, plunging down again and again, swallowing him to the root. 
His breathing went funny, and his whole torso began to writhe.  I  licked
his flat belly, thrilled at the sight of the hair there that formed a dark
seam bisecting him.  God, it was incredible to move up to his chest, 
where the curly fur of his chest brushed hard against my face.  At last I
dropped my mouth onto his nipples, first the left, then the right.  I let
out a low whine then, gnashing onto his nipple, and if I had a hand on my
own cock I would've shot right then.  Wisely, I didn't.  There was more I
wanted before I came.

I licked and sucked on his neck, and my cock gradually moved into place
beside his own.  They were coated in spit and thick sticky precum, both
mine and his.  He kept his face away from mine, and I could see that his
eyes were closed.  When I pressed my mouth to his, he stiffened again.  I
ran the tip of my tongue along his lips, and set one of my hands on his
dripping prick.  No reaction.

I climbed up a bit higher on him, my cock nestled against his furry
stomach.  My dick slid into the groove of his belly, back and forth.  With
one hand I guided his dick up, and pressed the head against my asshole.  I
rubbed it up and down, and he exhaled lightly.

"Dad," I whispered.

And he set bolt upright, almost throwing me off of him completely. He
seemed about to speak, to say who knows what.  But I stopped him.  "Shhh,"
I said, "I know what I'm doing."  And he was still.  I reached out and
grabbed onto his nipples, twisting them perhaps a little too hard.  He
inhaled deeply, and looked down.  Our cocks again side by side, dripping,
very similar though his was perhaps a bit fatter at the head.  And he
dropped his head down, and licked at the head of my dick.  Unbelievable.

I leaned back and let him take a turn at my cock, where he began to lick,
and to suck timidly.  When I thrust lightly into his mouth he became more
bold, trying to take it all in.  I could hear his wet lips on me, and feel
myself inside his hot mouth.  Not the most expert blow job I've had, but
his hunger made up for it.  And then it was like he wanted the whole thing
down his throat.  I heard a choking sound rise up from him, and I lifted
him up out of my crotch by his shoulders. 

He sat there facing me, spit smeared across his lips, his face red.  And
we both understood what would happen next.  I spit into my hand twice, and
lathered his dick with it.  And I raised myself up as he lay back, resting
on his elbows.  I lowered myself, positioning myself with my ass right
over his cock.  And I dropped down slowly onto it.

Believe me when I tell you that my ass was never so hungry for a cock as
it was then.  I swear to God, it was twitching for it.  It could have been
completely dry and I would have gotten it in.  Of course it wasn't.  It
was wet with my spit, and the head pressed in faster than I'd intended. 
We both gasped, and I dropped my full weight.  His fat cock sunk into me
in one move, and I lost control.  I reeled, and dropped my head down to
his.  I found his lips with mine, and wouldn't take no for an answer.  He
allowed my tongue to enter his mouth, and believe me I did, diving my
tongue in, our teeth clashing.  

I was mostly riding him then, but I wanted more.  I lifted myself up and
off of him, his dick popping out of me.  And then I just crouched there,
inches over his massive boner.  With his own hand, he aimed, pressed the
doorknob of a cock head against my hole, and plunged in.  Yes, yes, yes. 
And he shoved again.  He pumped his dick into me, and I ground my hips
down to meet his every thrust.  This was it, this was everything.  

No less incredible was feeling his tongue in my mouth.  At first shy, he
became a ravenous kisser, our lips catching on each other's teeth, the
skin raw.  I broke apart, so that I could lean back and give my own cock a
stroke or two, but not enough to cum.  Dad reached out with his muscled
arm to rub his rough fingers against my nipples.

Suddenly I rose up from his cock again, gratified to see a look in his
face that told me he wanted more.  I dropped to the bed, and lay on my
back, lifting my legs to give him full sight of my asshole.  I contracted
my sphincter, and felt the absence of his cock in it.  He pulled up to me,
on his knees, and I let my legs drop down onto his shoulders.  They were
hard as marble.  And then he did it.  He guided his cock, dripping with
precum, up to my asshole, and slid the head into me.  Yes.  I think I said
yes out loud.  I don't know.  And then the rest, moving into me.  Yes. 
And his hips moved slowly back, and then forth again.  Yes.  And he
started to really wail into me, humping me like a dog. 

We both were close to cumming, I knew it.  This was what I'd always 
wanted, Dad's hard cock filling my ass, his spit on my mouth.  The look on
his face, beyond pleasure, beyond satisfaction.  I was afraid too.  Afraid
that once he came that would be the end.  But my thoughts were broken up
by spasms of sheer pleasure.  I closed my eyes and saw stars play across
my eyelids.  God he was a good fuck.  I could have cum, but I didn't. 
God, let him be loving this.  Let him want to fuck me again and again.

And that's why I stopped.

Suddenly, very suddenly, I pulled myself away, and his dick slid slowly
out of me, giving a sticky good-bye kiss when the fat head popped out.  He
looked to me, to see what I was doing.  I realized how hard he, and I,
were breathing, how we both were slick with sweat.  And I did the most
amazing thing of all.  I laughed, and so did he.  We laughed as hard as
we'd been breathing, and the years shed from us like dead snake skin.  I
was a kid, and we were play wrestling.  And he was over me, the winner,
just like I'd always wanted.  

What did I want more than anything right then?  For him to get back in me
and fuck me till we both came.  But I knew that something else needed to
happen.

With all my strength I shoved forward, pushing him back.  I was on him,
and he was pushing back.  We both were struggling to be on top.  Both
laughing.  But dead serious.  Our sweaty bodies slid off each other, and
we fought at our best.  Or nearly so.

Dad was, is, stronger I think, but when it was over it was me on top.  I
was over him, holding him down hard with my arms and my legs.  The only
sound I could hear was our breathing, and my heart roaring in my ears. 
Very firmly, very deliberately, I lifted his legs, raising his knees up
and onto my shoulders.  This was something I needed to do, and something I
knew he needed too.

I spit generously on my hand and coated the shaft of my cock and the head.
 I looked to him, and he only stared at my cock as I lathered it.  Gently,
 very gently, I pressed up against his tender hole.  It was all I could do
to not simply shove it in to the hilt.  But I didn't want to hurt Dad.  In
his face I recognized a perfect mix of desire and fear.  I wanted him to
know how good this could be.

As I pressed the swollen head of my cock against him, he propped himself
up on his elbows and said "Stop."  I did, and looked to him.  He rested
heavily on one elbow, and in one swift move he turned over.  He positioned
himself flat on his stomach, and hiked his white ass up to facie me.  He
spread his legs, and lifted his ass to me.

I wrapped my arms under his legs and lifted it higher, into my face.  And
with my tongue I shoved into my father's asshole.  I could feel his
sphincter contracting and relaxing as I ate deeply into him.  With teeth
and tongue I poked and prodded his hole.  If it weren't for the heavy need
in my own cock, I might have gone on a lot longer.

I dropped him back to to bed and kneeled behind him.  Although his hole
was pretty wet, I spit into my hand, again coated my cock, and pressed the
head to his asshole.  In.  Oh God, yes.  In further.  He grunted, but
didn't stop me.  I stayed in position, letting Dad get accustomed to the
feel.  He wriggled a bit, his sphincter sliding up a fraction of an inch,
on my cock, and then down again.  I spit in my hand again, and reached
under him to hold his stiff prick.  He began to back into me, and kept
going, swallowing the length of my erection.  My turn to gasp.  I couldn't
believe the feel of his ass, wet and hot around me, holding my cock like a
fist.  

Dad hiked his ass up a bit more, and shoved back onto me, again and again,
driving my cock even further into him.  More encouragement than that I
didn't need.  Slowly, I pulled my cock out of him, almost heaving at the
feel of his asshole's slick kiss to the head of my dick.  I held my
position for as long as I could, and watching his asshole twitch with
desire.  And rammed back into him, filling him in one long and hard
stroke.  And I kept pounding into him with the same vigor.  Some part of
my brain was in control now.  This wasn't about me and Dad anymore.  This
was about my cock, swallowed up into his hungry asshole, and the feeling
rising in me.  And in him.

I pulled out, we shifted our positions, and I entered him again.  This
time his ass rose up in perfect synchronicity with my plunge.  He really
let loose with a groan, and I worried that I'd hurt him.  But he whispered
"yeah", and shoved back onto me so hard I almost lost my balance.  And I
knew where I was, hitting him in the one spot where it felt best, like a
little button in him that turned on every nerve in his body.  My hands
form on his hips, I thrust again, getting a firm feel of where he wanted
it.  He grunted and inhaled deeply.  Yeah.

His breathing became harsher, and he tried to say something, but couldn't
even form a word.  No? Yes?  Just noise.

He was on his hands and knees, holding us both up.  I let myself drop onto
his back, and slid in and out of him with long gliding strokes.  Each time
I hit inside him, he let loose with a sound.  Like he was trying to say
something, but couldn't even form a word.  Yes?  No? I didn't care.  I
started pumping into him with short steady jerks, till I could swear I
felt that button in him, making him grunt again and again.  I wanted to
fucking break it.

I again wrapped one hand around his fat cock.  With my other hand I
caressed his hard chest, and ran my fingers across his stiff little
nipples.  As I slid my grip up and down his shaft, he turned to look at
me.  Yes, it said.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  

Either way I laid into him then, and pumped into him harder than before,
with a fury born of equal parts love and anger.  "I'm gonna cum in your
guts," I said.  I tried to say "Dad", but the very word triggered
something in me, and whatever dam had kept me in check broke down
entirely.  My cock shoved into him as if it was taking the rest of me with
it, plunging further into my father than possible.  Dad's mouth opened,
and out of the pit of him came a gasp like I'd never heard before.  His
cock grow even bigger in my hand as he shot out his load.  It shot again
and again, in thick white streaks, covering the length of the bed.  His
asshole pulsated, tightened it's grip on me, and I felt all the fluid of
my body rush into my cock, felt everything in me trying to pour out of my
cockhead at once.  Everything in me was shooting  out, in one, two, three
spasms of sheer sensation. Dad's arms and legs that held both our weights
so well buckled, and we fell onto the bed.  I eased my dick out of Dad,
and we both shuddered.  I rolled off of him, still shuddering from my
violent climax.  He turned over onto his back, the last of his cum oozing
out onto his furry belly. 

I kissed him, lightly.  The sweat of his face stung my lips.  We both were
wracked with after shocks, as the cum finally stopped, and the sweat of
our bodies went cold.  Finally, wordlessly, Dad got up and went to the
bathroom.  I lay there, in our sweat and cum, till I heard the bathroom
door open again.  Next I heard the showerhead turn on.  I got up and
climbed into the shower behind Dad.  We hadn't done this since I was a
very young kid.  Wordlessly, we took our shower.  In the light of the
bathroom, I could really get a good look at Dad, and how hard his body
was.  The curve of his ass, the water beading on his black hair of his
chest were enough to start another erection.  

Drying off, we didn't say a word.  There was a spell, it seemed, we both
were afraid to break with our words.  Together we yanked the badly stained
sheets off his bed.  We simply crawled in, on the naked mattress, and
pulled a blanket up over ourselves.  We fell asleep immediately. 

***
In the morning we made coffee and breakfast, and talked, calmly.  Not
about what happened, and not about what brought me there.  I could hardly
believe what had happened the night before.  I was afraid that it hadn't
really happened, and terrified that it never would.  But then I saw Dad
fingering his crotch, his hard on showing clearly through his white
briefs.

In short, we almost raced each other back to the bedroom.  It was good. 
Very good.  And this time I had Dad fuck me, like I always wanted him to. 
He was a fucking animal, and when he came in me, deep in my ass, I thought
I would die it was so good.  

As you might guess, we've spoken since then.  About him, and about me, and
yes, about you too.  Though to tell you the truth we've spent more time in
fucking than talking.  Believe me when I tell you, we've worked out more
problems with our dicks than we ever could with our mouths.  There's more
to tell of course, but I don't want to write it.  I'd rather show you. 
Enclosed is a money for a bus ticket, courtesy of Dad.  Buy a ticket, and
come quick.  My Dad can't wait to meet you.  

Love, 
Larry