Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 09:13:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Reece Bedingfield <reecebedingfield@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Male/Incest/My Fathers Legacy Chapter 2

Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  This work is intended to be
read by persons over the age of 18 or the legal age by state or country.

Chapter 2

      I was awoken by a noise coming from downstairs.  The dream was still
fresh in my mind and I was actually kind of irritated that is was
interrupted.  I heard the sound of some type of moaning or talking coming
from the downstairs.  It couldn't have been my dad, as it was only 4:00 and
he normally wouldn't be home until much later.  I was kind of freaked out
all of a sudden as I slowly crept from the bed and threw on a pair of
jogging shorts and a t- shirt.  I slowly made my way down the hall toward
the staircase that led to the main hall.  As I eased my way down the
stairs, the sounds grew a bit louder and seemed to be coming from the
formal parlor in the front of the house.  I crept ever slowly towards the
source and then creeped towards the Parlor.  I stuck my head around the
corner and the sight caused me to almost fall backwards.
      There was a man with his back towards the door and he was totally
naked.  The muscles of his back were like those of a Greek god as they
flexed underneath the skin.  The muscles were nothing compared to the ass
of the man.  It was a perfect ass, nice firm globes with the perfect
indentations of a well toned body on the sides.  This led to the most
powerful looking set of legs I had ever seen, covered in a mass of fine
blond hairs down the two trunks of muscle.  The man, I soon realized was
kissing another, I caught sight of the profile of the muscled god and
suddenly lost my breath..."Oh, my God....It's my Dad," I thought to myself.
My father was naked in the Parlor making love to another man.  Clothes were
strewn around the floor of the room and I caught sight of a white apron in
the pile.  Could it be?  The man, whom I could not see clearly before, was
now visible as I changed positions in the doorway; it was Julian, our cook.
My father was making out with Julian!  Talk about a shock, the man whom I
had admired all my life, the man I actually worshiped, was making out,
naked, with another man.....My dad was gay!
      I was in total shock and then again I was totally turned on.  My cock
was straining for release in the loose jogging shorts I wore.  I was
actually in too much shock to care.  I had to see more.  I slowly left the
doorway and crept into the library which joined the back side of the
parlor.  They were connected by a large pair of Mahogany Pocket doors with
insets of leaded glass.  I knew the view would be better from there.  I
made my way into the library without making a sound and crept towards the
doors.
      My father and Julian had moved into a new position as Julian lay on
the settee in the room and had my father's large cock in his mouth. He was
sucking his cock feverishly, and what a cock it was.  It had to be at least
nine inches that my father was burying in Julian's eager mouth and as thick
around as a beer bottle.  Julian looked as though he were in total heaven.
This continued on as I slowly reached down and dropped my shorts.  I slowly
began to stroke my own rock hard cock at the sight of my dad getting blown
in our living room.  My dad continued to feed his monster cock to Julian as
he reached down and started to stroke Julian's own hefty cock and balls.
The uncut cock pulsed with excitement as my father stroked its length.  I
watched in amazement as my father then bent down and in one swoop inhaled
Julian's cock to the root.  Julian cried in pleasure still with my father's
cock in his mouth.  My father replied with his own set of moans.  They soon
broke there union and my father flipped Julian over to where he was on his
knees leaning on the back of the settee.  Father grabbed a condom, from
where I could not tell, and slipped in on his magnificent cock.  He
positioned himself aiming that beautiful piece of meat at Julian's upturned
ass and slowly began to insert it in Julian's waiting tunnel.  Julian
moaned in pleasure as my father slowly inched his cock into Julian until he
had nearly all nine inches inside him.  He waited a second or to let Julian
adjust to the massive organ and then slowly began to thrust it in and out
of his ass.
      I continue to stroke my own cock as I stared without even blinking at
the man of my dreams fucking the hired help.  I knew that I would have to
slow down or I myself would be cumming soon, and I wanted this to last.
The image before me would be burned into my memory for a long time to come
and I wanted to savor every second.
      My dad continued thrusting in and out of Julian with an increasing
pace.  Julian thrashed wildly on the settee and moan in ecstasy.  Dad
fucked him harder and harder and beads of sweat were running down his chest
and stomach.  His eyes were closed as he plunged his monster cock deep
inside the willing ass.  His moans grew louder as I realized he must be
getting close to cumming.  He withdrew his cock a few seconds later and
ripped the condom from his dick.  A thick stream of pearly white cum shot
from the end of his dick and onto Julian's back.  My father cried out in
pleasure as the thick streams of cum shot into the air.  Julian quickly up
righted himself and pressed back against my father as he feverishly stroked
his cock.
      I couldn't wait any longer as the pressure was too much to bear.  I
beat my dick and almost instantly shot stream after stream of cum onto the
back of the wooden door.  I must have closed my eyes because when I opened
them I could see that may father was peering towards my in the leaded
window with a look of utter shock and confusion on his face.  He was almost
frozen in place as Julian began to shoot into his other hand to prevent the
streams from landing on the antique furniture.
      I didn't know what to do except yank up my shorts and run as quick as
I could back upstairs.  I was in such a weird state that I did not even
remember that I had just cum on the door and hadn't cleaned it up.  I
simply had to get out of my father's gaze and get back upstairs as quickly
as possible.
      I made to my room and quietly shut the door, only leaving it
partially cracked open.  What was my father going to say to me?  I had just
watched him having sex with another man and I think I enjoyed it more than
him.
      You see, my father and I were very close but we really never
discussed things like sex that often.  Of course he had given me the old
Birds and the Bees speech when I first hit puberty but that was about it.
I knew my father didn't date much, as I don't ever remember even seeing him
with a woman.  He never even asked me about my own love life, which there
really wasn't that much to tell up to that point.
      I decided to go out onto the veranda and sat on a wicker loveseat and
gazed out towards the river.  The high green slopes of the levee were
visible for miles through the branches of the ancient oaks.  The breeze was
cool, with a slight hint of winter in its grasp.  It was already the end of
November and winter would soon be rolling onto this area of the south.
   I sat in stillness as my father came out onto the veranda and quietly
sat down next to me without saying a word.  He seemed worried and it showed
on his beautiful face.  "Son, I don't know where to start..." he stammered.
"It's ok, dad...don't worry about it."  "Son, I know I should have talked
to you earlier about this but I could never find the correct words...It's
just that I get so lonely."  "Dad, I understand..."  "Do you really could
you accept me and still love me even after what you saw?"  "Dad, I have a
confession too.  I think I will love you even more than I already do.  I
liked what I saw...I really, really liked what I saw," he softly put his
hand on my knee as I continued; "I think that was the hottest I have ever
been and I came enough to prove it.  Dad, I love you more than anyone in
the world.  You're my father, my hero, and my best friend.  You could
pretty much do no wrong in my eye except to stop loving me."  "Reece, that
will never happen," a tear streamed down his cheek.  "You are my son, my
only son and I love you more now than I could ever love another human
being."  I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his neck and turned my
head to kiss the tear off his cheek.  Its salty flavor was a rush in my
mouth.  My father squeezed me against him tight.  He turned his head to
face me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek as he went to do it again I
turned and our lips brushed each others.  The feeling was electric; this
was my goal and my dream all along.  The contact sort of shocked my dad at
first and he sort of pulled back but I leaned over and kissed him on the
lips again and whispered "Love me, dad."
	"Oh, Reece I do..." he whispered in reply
	"Then make love to me, Dad" I said as I locked my mouth onto his.
Our tongues met as we passionately kissed for what felt like hours but in
reality were only minutes.  My father moaned as we kissed and I in return
moaned in response.
	My dad suddenly broke our kiss and pulled away rather quickly.
	"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked in bewilderment.
	"Reece, are you sure about what we are doing?  I mean, I don't want
to do anything that you are not one hundred percent sure about.  This is a
big deal, and not many people would understand if they found out.  I just
want you to understand"
	"Dad, I have been dreaming of this happening for years now.  I've
never wanted anything more in my entire life.  I love you and I want to
make you happy in every way possible, does that make sense.  I am not a
child any more, I'm a man and I want you like this right now...and forever"
	Another tear glided down his cheek as he stood up and leaned down
to take me by the hand.  I stood and he wrapped his arms around me.  I
could feel the hardness of his monster cock as he pressed against me and it
ground into mine.  This is what I have dreamed of.  And now, I was going to
have him, all of him.
	We broke apart and he led me back into the house and into the
upstairs hallway.  We headed down the hall towards the back of the house
and I asked where we were going.
	"If I am going to make love to the most beautiful man in the world,
my own son, then I'm going to do it right and in the right room..." He
stated pretty matter of factly.
	And with that one statement, I was his.....

To Be Continued...
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