Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 23:58:42 -0500
From: wade (at) macmorrighan (dot) net
Subject: The Making of a Man, Pt. 1 [For Incest section]

Hey guys, the following constitutes a true story about me and my dad; it is
intended to be read by legal adult--if this does not apply to you, kindly
hit the "escape" button nearest to yourself on your local keyboard.  ;o)
Albeit began when I was 17 (I'm 30, now), the names have been changed to
protect our identities.  Regardless, I have opted to write in the resent
tense, as opposed to the past tense.  If you'd like to e-mail me with your
own experiences, please do; I am always interested in trading pix., perhaps
if you and your dad or grown son (I'm not "into" boys!):
Wade(AT)MacMorrighan(DOT)Net  While I am bisexual, I have always preferred
men--and have always been in love with one man for years: my dad!  Pop kept
me in stick with porn, lube, stroke mags, and even a few toys, and one blow
up doll growing up, 'cause I had a ravenous libido.  DAYUM, I had to have
had the COOLEST dad EVER.  ANyway, here's my story...


My name is Jake, and I want to tell you about a special relationship
between me and my dad--a relationship that every ripped father and son
ought to share. Now, to start off I think I ought to describe both of us:
me and my dad (Jeremy) both have relatively tight, muscled bodies (we work
out religiously)--albeit dad is packed with more muscle than me; he
*should* be, the sexy fucker used to be a Chippendales dancer! While my dad
has thhick, long brown hair in sexy waves, as well as either a goatee or a
scruffy, 5 'O Clock shadow as the mood suits him; I have short dark hair
with bleach blong tips and highlights, as well as a goatee and my father's
deep blue eyes.  Although, I have a lightly furry chest with a treasure
trail.  Even in the Cock department me and my dad take after each other!
I'm packing nearly 10-inches at only 17 years of age, and my dad is
slightly over 11-inches at 33 years old!



But, I guess you're wondering how I know this... Well, you see, my dad got
his High School sweet heart (or so he thought!) pregnent when he was only
16! When my grandparents found out they kicked him to the curb and he had
to rent a run-down apartment so he could finish school! But, one day, when
"mom" dropped by, soon after I was born, she asked dad to babysit me one
evening and never came back--she ran out on me and left me with him. After
that dad had to drop out of High School and work nights at the
Chippendales' bar to pay for the necessities (the owner felt sorry for the
both of us; and dad had a killer body with one whopper of a Cock).



However, living with dad, and spending the nights at the bar, we were
always really lax about sex and nudity! Hell, we'd both sleep naked (it
seemed natural for us!), and it was also not uncommon for either one of us
to catch the other jacking off, or even blowing a juicy load. That's how me
and dad generally knew what we each were packin'. Plus me and dad got into
the habit of meeting each other in the hall as we passed to go the the
bathroom and take a morning piss; he even became accustomed to making some
sly remark at my very special endowment as he quickly grabbed it in order
to appreciate it while he squeazed it in innocent fun, saying, "'Atta'
boy!" or something else equally relative. To be honest I didn't mind
showing off, and neither did he (we *were* just a couple'a guys living
together, after all). This is about when me and dad's relationship took an
amazing new turn!



I woke up one morning, on a Saturday, with an erection unlike any I've ever
had (it was truly *epic* wood--the kind Legends are made from!)! It felt
like I had arisen on the brink of a wet dream. I threw my sheets off and
stummbled out of bed on my way to the bathroom, hoping that a morning piss
would take care of my "situation". I guess I was so deep in thought that I
didn't see dad come out of the bathroom when he reached out to grab my
Cock, like every other morning.  Then the unthinkible happened! I started
to splooge...ALL OVER THE PLACE! In fact I was wracked with such an intense
orgasm that I actually fell onto dad who grabbed me in his big arms,
holding me... But, he did more than that--he actually continued to jack me
off until my load was spent, and I had emptied every drop of my seed!
Although, I'm not sure if he did that because he wanted me to finish up in
a hurry, or (most likely, knowing *my* ol' man) he knew the urges of the
male body and knows when a guy starts cumming, his orgasm is intensified as
he continues to jack off throughout the experience. Fuck, I'd never cum so
much in my life--my seed filled his fist and ran between his fingers.



All dad could do--because he knew how emberassed I was at that moment--was
to hold me, pat my back and rub my neck, as he whispered in my hear, "'Atta
boy... 'Atta boy..." After the final few drops were "milked" from my Cock
(thanks for the Cock, dad!), and my breathing returned to normal, he put
his non-cum covered hand around my shoulder and escorted me to the
shower. He got out a towel, some soap amd shampoo so that he could give me
a bath--and wash his hand--after that intensely erotic, though rather
hummiliating experience. As he was massaging my body with a handful of soap
he finally got up the nerve to ask me, point blankly, "Have you had sex
yet, Jake " Of course my answer was "no." To which he responded, after a
hesitant moment, "Would you like to " *Yeah*, I answered...to which he
respnded with a sly grin as he finished giving me a shower and kissed me on
the neck. "Oh, and maybe you should start putting on a condom first thing
in the morning so you don't make a mess on the new carpetting again", he
said with a grin and a wink. And, with that, upon stepping out of the
shower, he threw me a super-sized box of XL Magnums (they remain my
favorite brand to this day; they are so well lubed inside and out that they
make me unload my wad in mere minutes!).




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It was one week later on the following Saturday that I woke up with a
massive tonssle-tickler that I had to stroke-off before I got up (Magnum in
place)! When, half-way finished with the task at hand dad steps into my
room as I give him a show (I love showing off what he gave me)! Now, one of
the only few rules growing up in our house is: If you walk in on a fellow
man who's in the middle of satisfying himself, you wait until he's finished
befiore bothering him! As he stood there, watching me explore my body,
tweaking my nipples, and cumming, he complimented me with a simple, "Nice!"
(I always impressed him, as a father, and he always wanted me to have a
healthy sense of sexual-esteem).  It was then that he asked me if I was
serious about wanting to have sex, and I responded with my usual
17-year-old lingo: "Fuck yeah!" So, he told me that if I hear a commotion
coming from his room, tonight, just to get out of bed and see what's goin'
on.



And, true to his word, dad returned home later that night from a bar as I
was sound asleep. I was jarred awake by what sounded like bed-springs
bouncing, and some unfamiliar voice. So, minding my father command, I
hopped out of bed, erection bouncing (no condom on, this time--I was simpy
too excited!), and stepped into my dad's room. I couldn't believe what I
saw! There was dad, sitting up in bed, fucking some woman who was riding
The Weapon (that's what he calls his Cock). I just stood there for a
moment, frozen in the doorway by what I was seeing--and horny as hell!



Dad soon took notice of me, grinned, and motioned for me to come closer; I
did. I straddled his legs and got on the bed kneeling behind his woman.  At
this point he reaches out a hand and rubs his humb across the head of Beer
Can (what dad named *my* Cock) and wipes off a huge glob of clear jizz and
puts it into his mouth, with a wink and a grin, as he tastes my seed.
(Man, he must've been plastered!)  But, he then leans her back, exposing
most of his powerful erection, as he inserts two fingers into her pussy and
withdraws them. "Wanna' taste her sweet juices, son ", he asks. I don't say
anything, but begin to suck on his fingers...hard. Excited by my eager
mouth, he grabs ahold of my dripping, throbbing, Cock as he pulls his woman
back onto his chest, grabbing our Cocks firm in one hand, and pushes them
both inside her wet pussy-vaccuum as she sat onto our engorged cannons. I
couldn't believe it! In fact, I couldn't stand the sensation, and
instinctively began to pump and grind my hips into her, along side dad's
slick Cock. It was an intense experience (even on an emotional level),
feeling my dad fuck her, too; being able to share this experience with him
and bond! He'd even ccassionally put his chin on her shouldar to tell me
what a good job I was doing, or....to kiss me!  After a while, I noticed
dad grab something off of his night-stand out of the corner of my eye, but
I didn't pay any attention to it until I felt a couple wet digits begin to
probe my hole and massage my pristate.  WOW!  I never knew the prostate
could give a man pleasure, before!  So, I began to fuck myself on his
fingers, enjoying the ride.  But, it wasn't long before dad's rythm changed
and he began talking filthy (a real turn on!) when he arched his back,
shuttered and screamed (howling), and got his nut! He coated her walls with
cum, as I felt it coat my Cock (a great form of lube!) and began to run
down our tight balls. But he remained rock hard for several minutes
afterward, still fucking her, until I couldn't take it any more and blew my
own seed all over my dad's throbbing sausage (some of his cum still caught
under the hood of my foreskin)! Exhausted, we collapsed onto each other and
dad held me in his arms.



I couldn't believe it--I ws a *man*, now! Moments after dad's whore left,
he reached for the otherside of his bed and pulled up a bottle of beer--it
was my first, and I'll never forget the taste; it'll be with me until the
day I die!


After our beers finished, dad turned out the lights, held me in his arms,
and we went to sleep for the night--Two men!