Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:49:30 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: My Curious Sam 3

The following story deals with father/son incest. If this is not a part of
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My Curious Sam Part 3

We lay side by side our eyes transfixed. Dads hand soothed my cheek or
traced my jaw. My fingers touched his stubble. If they ventured too near
his mouth he would playfully snap at them. We'd laugh. Talking endlessly
yet the room remained silent. The conversation of souls entwined.

    Dad brought words by suggesting, "We should think about breakfast".

    Fingers ran over his chin. "Are you gonna shave?"

    He pulled at his chin. "You don't like it?" My grimace made him
laugh. "All right". He raised his torso shouting, "ALL RIGHT!" Then he was
on his knees. "My heart doesn't like it!" He stood by the bed offering a
hand. As he pulled me up to him. "Then off it comes!".

    Hand swinging in hand we marched naked to the bathroom. I climbed onto
the counter as dad gathered the shaving cream and razor. Faucet on he
splashed water about his face. The foam was deposited into his palm then
applied liberally. The razor wet and hot was scraped against his cheek.

    "When do I get to shave?"

    "When you need to. Don't be in a rush for it. Once you start you will
do it to the day you die. And that's a long, long time from now". He raised
his eyebrows in quick succession and buzzed my lips with his. He started on
the other side of his face. "What do you want for breakfast: Pop Tarts,
eggs?" Another glance my way. "Gruel?"

    "Could I have some more, please, sir?" I mimicked Oliver Twist.

    "Your wish . . ." and I was rewarded with another kiss. He scraped
under his nose now. Then his chin. A long rinse before starting on the
neck.

    "Daddy? What did you mean by 'dry'?" He gave me the question with a
look. "When you wanted me to squeeze you said I was dry and you were dry".

    "No lubricant" he unexplained as he finished scraping. My wide eyes
brought us nose to nose. "If I apply vaseline to my hard-on and also on
your asshole it makes fucking a lot easier".

   "Is that what we did - fuckng?"

   He bore a sheepish grin as he said, "We sure did". He rinsed off the
remaining foam. "And don't let your mother hear you say that word or
there'll be holy hell to pay". The hand towel dabbed his face
dry. "Better?" He modelled both sides of his face, saw my appraising eyes
then grinned. "Guess there's only one way to really tell". Wrapping me into
his arms we kissed: long, hard, deep.

    I smiled at dad. "Better".



We had a naked breakfast of ham and scrambled eggs, juice and dad had
coffee. As dad finished his coffee and newspaper (old habits die hard) he
glanced over at me. "What do you want to do today?" Then he saw my stricken
look. "What?"

    Embarrassed I said, "I think I just went to the bathroom". As I slid
from the chair dad came around to see a trail of slime. Staring at him he
was actually suppressing a smile.

    "Sorry. That's actually my fault". He gave an odd rambling explanation
that didn't make sense. ("It's kinda like thick white pee but isn't pee at
all." It went downhill from there.)

    Grabbing a paper towel he cleaned the chair then had me bend over the
same chair as he dropped to his knees behind me. I waited for the roughness
of the paper.

    Instead his hands rested on my butt cheeks as his smooth face dove
in. His tongue was rabid as he cleaned his cum out of my hole. Snaking and
lapping he pressed in deep. That magnificent tongue entered further than it
had ever gone before. Up. Deep. Sucking in the remnants of our morning
together.

    Easing back he drummed my cheeks. "My sweet Sam, you have an amazing
ass! So so yummy". Another dive and lick up the crack before he had me up
and turned about.

    Fingers jerked lightly on my hard prick. "Nice cock, too". Pulling on
my hips he started blowing me. As my fingers pressed into his scalp he
sucked hungily. Slurping noisily his head bobbed. Faster and faster with
strong suction. Tantalizing.

    Suddenly my fingers began to pull at his hair but he refused to slow
down. My toes curled. My heart pounded. Temples throbbed. Knees wobbled. My
spine enflamed. My groans became squeals became giggles. Eyes shut tight
there were still stars. Thousands of them. Millions. Exploding. My head was
exploding. My body. My cock. My cock! COCK!  His head stopped but his mouth
suckled; hard at first easing ever more into gentle then stopped. Then he
sat back. My cock free.

    "That's what cumming feels like".

    As he stood he cupped my face before tenderly sensuously kissing
me. Then he eased me into the chair.

    "Take a moment. You'll get your land legs in a second".

    As he tussled my hair my eyes stared straight at his rock
hard-on. Hairy, massive and actually throbbing. Here in the unromantic
sheen of the kitchen I was about to give my first blow-job. And, best of
all, to my dad.

    Looking down into my eyes I watched his cheeks flush. I didn't move an
inch. Not a hand. Not a muscle. But as we stared my jaw dropped. My mouth
opened. And I waited. For him. For dad. Daddy.

    Dad rested his hand flat by his crotch. His thumb sidled into the space
between abdomen and cock. The thumb moved up the base slightly. Then
pressed down. Like a great draw-bridge the cock slowly lowered until it was
parallel to the floor. One short step forward caused the top of the knob to
brush my upper lip. My tongue flattened as it stretched out past my lower
lip. The massive cock slowly taxied along my tongue into my mouth. The knob
forced my mouth to open wider. It sat heavy on my tongue.

    Eyes on eyes. Mine opened wider as his narrowed.

    My mouth closed around the knob.

    I began to suck my first cock.

    Plump. Pliable. It was like a fat warm sausage. Easy to squeeze with my
cheeks. As I sucked saliva filled my mouth surrounding the pulpy
knob. Squeeze in with my cheeks. Then relax the muscles. Over and over. The
taste of musky saltiness. The taste of something else. Another taste -
unique. It coated my throat. Pierced my taste buds. Soothed my being and
brought me home.

    The cock slid in a little deeper. Stopped. Then pulled half the head
out. Slowly deep in. Then back out. Then
in. Out. In. Out. In. OutIn. OutIn. Outinoutin. outinoutinoutinoutin

    Hands gripped my ears. Daddys face contorted. His eyes glazed. Hips
bucked.

    outinoutinoutinoutinoutin

    "Gawwd! Oh, gawwd! Oh, gawd!"

    outinoutinoutinoutinoutin

    "Fuucck! Baby. Honey. Ah, fuck!"

    outinoutinoutinoutinoutin

    "Fuck, baby. For you. Just you!"

    outinoutinoutinoutinoutin

    "Here it is. Here it is! Now! Gaawwd fuck gaawwd!"

    in

    My throat was coated as large blasts of pungent blobs splattered with
the back of my mouth. I swallowed. At first gulp - to survive. From then on
- for sheer boyish pleasure. Swallowing the wonderful ocean of fatherhood.

    Dad pulled out, wobbled, then fell to his knees. Gasping for air he
fought to laugh. "Christ, son". He gulped air. He laughed. "You . . . amaze
. . . me!" That large hairy mountain of dad hugged me tight.



That did us for any other plans for the day. We lazed about naked: fondling
each other or tickling, talking about school or work or life on other
plants, kissing and snuggling. Our bodies were as puzzles and each others
fingers the keys. We explored new territories. And whenever we dared,
marked our territories with light bites or love bites. We were the edge and
the center of each other.



It was dark by now. Upstairs on that magic carpet of a bed we sailed away
into each others senses. My cock was awkwardly fucking daddys mouth as I
eagerly slobbered all over his. Hands explored smooth bag/hairy bag. He
teased mine as he pool-cued the balls about in my sac. His were hairy
handfuls of potential nectar.

   Raising his head he said, "Hey, sport. What say we join up?"

   I did a one-eighty. As my head hit the mattress his lips covered
mine. Once more I was lost in his mouth and lips and playful
tongue. Delicious!

    I heard a hollow plastic pop. Then a hand dove between my legs. Under
my balls. I grunted in surprise as some gloppy coolness was smeared on my
asshole. My asshole? Oh. I get it. Not a dry one this time.

    Lips never stopping their passion with mine he rolled on top of me
though his knees were between my legs. With little encouragement my legs
parted as I bent them to hold his flanks while we kissed.

    He pulled away as he straightened up. Another dip into the vaseline
allowed daddy to slick up his pole. We stared at each other with a lovers
understanding. Eyes explored bodies.

    Then I surprised both of us by spreading my cheeks boldly. My rump
rocked up off the bed. My index finger twirled the goop about my hole.

    "Here? Will you put your fat cock here?"

    Daddy smiled lasciviously. "Yeah, sweet Sam. That's the spot".

    His cock was positioned and with a bit of hip movement the knob slid in
rather easily. He had been right. This was much easier. Friendlier.

    He grabbed at my ankles bringing the heels to his shoulders. Then he
hugged my knees to his body. His knees sidled up on either side of my hips.

    The lopsided grin told me he was ready.

    He pushed forward. Stopped then pulled back. Stopped. Then
forward. Little by little, a half inch at a time, the cock moved in. Tiny
fucks. Gently rythm. More and more. There was no discomfort. Pressure but
no pain. Inside. Deeper. And deeper with little fucking motions. Hips by
the gods.

    Then he stopped as he sighed through a shudder.

    "I'm in, son. All the way". He smiled happily. "You've got all of me!
All!"

    A few bucks forward drove the point home. It felt
full. Warm. Wonderful. Then he pulled back quite a bit as I felt a
hollwness return. Then once more all in. All. So wonderful.

    He began to fuck me with a controlled steady roll of his hips. He
bucked. Fucked. Steadily. Deliciously. In and out with an easy flow.

    He pulled my legs open as he fell to the support of his elbows by my
head. His breath came in shallow gasps.

    "I don't know how you can take this. So much cock inside of you".

    Fingers clasped his cheeks. "Daddy inside me. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy".

    "Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah. You got it. Daddys fucking you. Fucking my
son. Fucking boy-cunt. Gaawwd! So so fucking good. Deep. Fucking. Fucking
deep".

    "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck. Me. Daddy. FUCK ME!" I yelled.

    He groaned as he pounded.

    "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

     "Babybabybabybaby! Aw, shit! Aw, no! Not now! Fuck! Here it is! Here
we are!"

    His brow hit my brow as he screamed into my face his pleasure. Up in my
bowels daddys seed spilled. Flowed. Was planted. He rasped in gutteral
growls.

    My hands patted the back of his head. For daddy. My daddy. Mine.