Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:49:30 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Curious Sam 2

The following story deals with father/son incest. If this is not a part of
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My Curious Sam Part 2

I woke early. At least my eyes did. But my surroundings were strange. My
eyes fluttered as I took in everything: the pictures, the wallpaper. This
was my parents room. Dads soft snoring was a calming rythm on my neck. An
arm lay heavily about me on the outside of the covers. Easing backwards
into him my hand pulled his fingers over to me. As my cheek rested on the
digits I fell into a lighter sleep.

    Was it a few minutes or an hour? Dad was holding me close as he nuzzled
my cheek.

    "You awake, sport?" he whispered.

    I turned my face upwards. "Yeah, daddy", I said between yawns.

    "Nice. I prefer 'daddy' to the other".

    It was delicious to snuggle on this Sunday morning. His scratchy cheek
caressed mine then he planted a kiss. The bed bounced as he rolled away.
The nest seemed empty. Suddenly lonely. As I rolled over to see him the
robe was already on. Looking at his back I could tell he was looping the
sash.

    "Do we have to get up?" I asked suppressing another yawn.

    Winking at me over his shoulder he said, "Nah. I just gotta take a
leak".

    My eyes followed his back to the doorway where he suddenly paused,
turned, and walked back to my side of the bed. His body stood an inch or
two away from the bed.

    "Hey, we're cool, right?"

    "Well of course, daddy". If it made him happy to hear it, I would say
it.

    He began to loosen the sash. "Still want to see my hard-on?" My head
nodded as the belt was undone then released. His hands held the robe open
creating a wall on either side.

    My eyes feasted. The cock was engorged. The shaft jutting up proudly
defiant as the knob seemed to seathe in purple rage. The balls hung
suspended in the wrinkle hairy skin. Oh, and the hair! It billowed about
the base of the shaft like blackened angel hair. Magnificent!

    Dad must've been studying my face for he quietly stated, "Yeah, I guess
it is pretty impressive". Another few seconds passed when he asked,
"Satisfied?" But he waited for no reply as he wrapped up exiting the room.

    I lay on my back. My mind raced. Almost as fast as my heart. My brain
etched the portrait for future reference. It seemed important at the
time. (Now, glancing over at dad sitting up in bed waiting for me, I
needn't have bothered.)

    The sudden faint rush of water echoed distantly before dad re-appeared
in the doorway padding his way to the bed. "Breakfast?"

    "No", I groaned the idea away. "Snuggles".

    His indulgent lopsided grin told me I had won. "All right". He freed
his side of the bed of comforter before removing his robe. Looking down at
his mid-section then back at me he offered, "All gone". Surfing into the
downy wave of quickly covered covers he sidled against me. "So sad. Too
bad", he pouted mockingly. His lips met my nose as I was enveloped in those
arms. "I'll bet you didn't even like my fat hard-on". His lips kissed mine
as he gave a low growl of contentment. "This is no nice", he sighed
happily.

    Arms folded, hands searching up I felt the stubble of his cheeks as he
gave another brief kiss. Giggling lightly my voice was playful
sing-song. "But I did like your hard-on".

    Kiss. "Well, it's nice of you to say so anyway". His fingers trailed up
then down my back. Kiss. "You're sweet".

    "No, honest, daddy. I mean it".

    His eyes searched mine as if untrusting. "Yeah?"

    It was my turn to kiss. "Yeah". My grin dripped with sincerity.

    A kiss on my lips then nose then lips. "Why?" His eyes implored.

    "Because it's you. The part of you no one sees". I wanted to explain
more fully but I as yet did not possess the skill. But my eyes were
enthusiastically bright.

    He grinned before lowering his head to kiss my neck in several
places. "I think I understand". One hand began to stroke my chest. A brief
kiss on my lips.

    "Then I have a confession of my own". Kiss. Finger pads feeling my
right pec which was farthest away from the mattress as we lay on our
sides. "I thought your hard-on was beautiful". Kiss. "Extraordinarily
so". He freed up the tightness of the covers tilting his head just so as he
gazed at what his fingers were accomplishing with my pink nipple. "So
pretty", he sighed. His lips moved in and he suckled. The tongue applying a
vibrating weight to the erect nipple.

    So delicious was the sensation that I wrapped my arm about his still
head. Only his mouth moved. My fingers toyed in the thickness of his black
hair.

    His head moved back to my face. "You don't mind me saying such things,
do you?"

    My kiss was my reply.

    The fingers lifted from my chest to strum upon my lower lip. "So
beautiful". The fingers danced. Then slid along my cheek so the palm of his
hand rested fully upon my ear, the fingers having slid amongst my blone
tresses. His head moved to one side as my face was pulled to his. Our lips
met. His covered mine. Nibbled mine. Tongue lipsticking mine. Lips
pressing. Kiss deepening. Tongue parting. Tentatively tip to tip with
mine. His tongue coaxed. Mine acquiesced. They met, danced, rolled with
each other. Hot breath blasted my cheek. Stubble scraping my fair skin.

    Then rolling onto my back as our kiss held. The hand sliding from head
to comforter as a great whoosh freed my body to the morning air. Then it
descended on my chest only to trickle down the length of my side to my
knee. The hand felt my cap in exploration before a slow steady ascent to my
chest. Then down to rest on my hip.

    Our lips parted and daddy searched my face then contented by what he
saw offered a small intimate smile. The hand slid up allowing the back of
his fingers to stroke my cheek. "My love", he admired. Eyes simmering on
mine. "I have to know". There was apology in his tone. "All of you. My
joy. My pride. My heart".

    His body backed into a hunch before crawling backwards taking the
covers with him. My nakedness was exposed to the elements as well as to the
intoxication of my hero. Flattening himself his legs slide off the end of
the mattress as knees took to floor. His upper torso flat to bed his hands
slide me towards him. My legs floated as the back of my knees landed on
broad strong shoulders. Hands wrapped about until his hands held the top of
my thighs. Lower still I was pulled.

    A kiss on my inner thigh. Then another. A third. A fourth. Then its
opposite was planted with brief tender lips. Again and again. And back to
its partner. Pulled down. Kisses rising up the thigh with each tug.

    My head lay heavy. My eyes closed. For a moment there was
nothing. Everything hung suspended. Waiting. The thumping of my
heart. Anticipation.

    Like pregnant agony.

    . . . then . . .

    Lips kissed one testicle. Then the other. His sigh was audible. His
exhale warming, stirring. Another kiss. And another. Then the tongue-tip
gentley lolled over the ball. And the other. Twirling on top. The tongue,
now wide and flat, licked against the fullness of the scrotum. Balls being
tosed as the tongue began its long languid laps. Licking and tasting what
had not been tasted before. Pulled down more my legs folded at the knee as
his paws now pushed against the back of my thighs. Tongue lapping with
determined zeal.

    The lapped behind my sac. Then the alley that led to my cheeks. My
alley painted by the expert brush-strokes. Further. Down. The tip dancing
on my hole. Begging entrance. My mind lost in my body's sensations. The
tongue insisting. Flickering. Knocking for admittance. My hole opening as
the snake bore up. Inside. Filling. Wiggling. Tongue. Sweet glorious tongue
fuck. Inside. Up. Up. Up. Inside.

    His shoulders shovelled me forward up the bed. That magic wonder of a
tongue sliding up the alley. Up over the bag. Along the prick. My prick!
MINE! Then engulfed by lips. Sucking. Tongue exploring. Suckling. Enfolded
by warm wet sensuous sucking. Sucking.

    His mouth letting go. Tongue up up up my torso. A quick suckle on
either nipple. His face suddenly hovering over mine. Knees pressed against
my shoulders. His body a weight of bending force against me.

    "Look at me, Sam".

    My eyes opened but were heavy lidded.

    "Look into my eyes".

    His arm eased some pressure off my left thigh. Then was a cushy warm
pressure at my hole. I would have questioned but I was lost in his gaze. My
body adrift in new unequalled sensations.

    "Look at me, baby".

    Something forced up against my hole. Pushed. Insisted.

    "My eyes. Look into my eyes. See the moment. Our moment".

    My mind felt a pop that my ears could not hear. There were explosions
in the silence between each pant of his breath.

    "Yes", he sighed. "The moment".

    I understood! My hole now held him. Inside. That great cock that he had
flashed was now inside of me.

    He planted a hand on my chest. Shushing my panic down. Again a new
knowledge. We were united.

    "I won't move. You're not wet enough nor am I at all". He caught his
breath. "Squeeze your hole. Squeeze it shut. Gaawwd! Yessss! Like
that. Just. Like. That. Fuuuckin' sweeeet! Oh, yes, my heart,
squeeze. Squeeze".

    His eyes rolled up before closing the lids. His neck strained as his
head faced the wall. Gutteral animals sounds constrained in his throat. He
whimpered.

    Something hot stung my insides. Sort of stung. Then another. And
another. Still more. More. More. My mind tried to discern this new
feeling. Hot. Then warm. Then no sense of it all. I pulled to reach daddys
shoulder.

    He looked down quickly. Smiled weakly. Then his shoulders were about
me; arms encircled my head. His eyes were damp. But he seemed so tired
suddenly.

    "Just give me a minute more. There is only one ever first time. I'm not
ready for it to end just yet". He kissed my nose. "Not yet". Then his lips
met mine. His tongue met mine.

    As we kissed I became empty as my legs lowered; as he lay half on half
off of me. Something had changed between us. Deepened. Became enduring.

    And when he raised up, smiled in wonder at me, whispered, "I love you,
my dear Sam", I knew what it was to belong to someone else.