Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2017 14:05:07 -0800
From: DaddyRob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Our Naked Week

This is a story of incest between father and son. The activities depicted
would not be considered legal anywhere. Enjoy a rich fantasy life but live
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Our Naked Week

The Jeep eased off the road onto the bumpy unpaved dirt that led to the
private cabin. After five minutes of bouncing driving John stopped the
vehicle.
     "Why are we stopping here, daddy?"
     Immediately he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Because we
need to strip down. If we're gonna spend the week up here in the woods we
need to be one with nature. Naked is the best way to start." John pulled
the shirt out of his shorts to undo the last couple of buttons. "Get your
clothes off, Josh."
     The boy watched his father get out to stand by the open door as the
shirt was tossed to the back seat. Josh wiggled in the seat as he slid down
shorts and briefs all the way over his running shoes. Turning to the
drivers side he watch as the shorts were pushed down. When his dad stood
Josh was surprised there was no underwear. Instead he stared at the
pendulous uncut meat that seemed somewhat supported by the full hairy nut
sack. Suddenly the shorts joined the shirt in the backseat as his dad eased
back into the Jeep.
     John got the vehicle moving again. "You still need to lose your top,
son." He glanced a moment at the sweet pink knob that seemed to have no
stalk as it was cushioned by the boys balls. "Are you cold? Your pecker
looks asleep."
     Josh looked up to his dad grinning. Then a big paw dropped between his
legs giving his sex a gentle persistent grope. Startled he watched the
fingers gather up his balls only to tumble them.
     "Definitely not cold", John chuckled. He brought his palm to his nose
inhaling deeply. "But definitely all boy."
     Josh giggled, "you're silly, daddy."
     "I am am I?" Father joined his son in the laughter.
     The Jeep stopped in front of the gate. Exiting quickly the locks were
undone then the steel wired door was swung open. A quick drive passed the
John was out the vehicle again.
     Josh knelt up so he could watch his dad out the back window. The burly
man wore his hiking boots only. The boy marvelled at his dad's bravery
being naked so close to the road. And then he marvelled anew as the cock
metronomed on his way back to the car.
     Sliding in he offered, "Think we should swim first or maybe hike?."
     Settling back on the seat Donny said, "Food. I'm hungry."
     "Me, too."
     Another few minutes of bumpy road and the car eased to a stop beside
the Jeep. They locked the car more from habit than necessity. They walked
up to the cabins verandah.
     "I just hope the beer is still cold." John dropped the 24-case before
unlocking the front door.
     "I'm starving!" Josh grinned. He toted a couple of bags of groceries.
      Once inside the windows were opened to allow the fresh air to subdue
the stale. Sandwiches were made and greatfully sated hunger as pop and beer
were drank to wash it all down.
     "Well, bud, what do you want to do first - hike, swim, what?"
     Josh mulled it over. "Can we really hike bare?"
     "Better fucking believe it. We own four hundred acres. This whole side
of the lake and river is ours. This is a pants free environment."
     The sun sprinkled its way through the tree tops but the forest shade
was welcome as they tried the well-worn path. Hand in hand muscled father
and lithe son strolled the woods. Occasional squirrels and chipmunks made
an appearance as did butterflies. Birds were heard on high but
unseen. Leaves rustled echoing the living forest. For almost a mile they
walked without conversation. The symphony of nature was enough.
     "How do ya like being bare-assed outdoors?"
     Josh gave it serious consideration. "It felt kinda weird at first but
now it sorta seems like we've always done this. Know what I mean?"
    "Yeah I do. Being naked with your dad is pretty natural. I think that's
why you feel so comfortable."
     "We have to go back soon though."
     John looked down at his sons sweet face. "How come?"
     "I gotta pee."
     John let out a big blast of laughter. "Son, the woods are like one
giant toilet. Piss anywhere you want."
     Josh grinned broadly. "Really?"
     "Really. Come on with dad." John took a few steps off the path
standing in front of an elm. With a gesture towards the trunk of the tree
John said, "Voila. Le toilette."
     Josh watched in amazement as his dad aimed his cock letting loose a
torrent of piss. The lad followed his dad's lead feeling very grown up in
the process. With a burly arm resting across his shoulders he pissed along
side his dad.
     "Man, this feels fucking good, hunh?"
     "Yup", Josh concurred. He eyed his dad's cock. "How come you pull the
skin back?"
     "Cuz I don't want my knob to smell pissy." Making an exaggerated
grimace brought a giggle to the beauty. "You should do the same."
     But Josh had already drained to a trickle then short drops. He looked
up at his dad apologetically. "Next time."
     "Next time it is. Tell you what. Why don't we take the river and swim
back?"
     "Neat!" Josh enthused.
     The water was cold. John held up both sets of shoes as he half swum
half drifted with the current. The river opened to the lake and they knew
they were close to home. Trudging up from the lake they found the
path. Shoes dangled by their laces in one hand as he held fast to his sons
with the other. Within moments the one room cabin was in view.
     "You get the ball and mitts and we'll pass a few. Get that arm of
yours in shape for the season."
     Father and son played catch as they casually chatted the rest of the
afternoon. Dinner was light - hot dogs and chips. Afterwards, when all was
once again clean, John met his sons slim shoulders from behind steering him
towards the bathroom.
     "This time I'll show you how it's done." Side by side they stood at
the bowl. As John lifted his meat his eyes indicated that his son should
watch. Thumb and forefinger slowly retracted the foreskin revealing the
silky plum knob. "Just like this." He watched his son reveal his pretty
pink head. "Atta boy." His arm brought his son close so that their sides
met. They pissed, the only sound coming from streams hitting the water. The
streams trickled to a stop. "Now shake out the last drops." Dick's bounced
side by side. "Good. Now we slide the skin back." Flushing the toilet John
grinned, "And we're done."
     The bed was made up with sheets brought from home. There was no
question that they wouldn't sleep together. Once done John grabbed a beer
before stepping into the verandah. As he was joined by his soda-toting son
they sat on the large swing. Nestling in close at first John brought the
boy onto his lap so the boy could rest his head on the powerful shoulder as
his heels rested stretched on the cushion of the swing. Slowly they
rocked. Josh secure in his daddies arms drifted off to sleep.  John kissed
his sons brow as he contentedly watched the sun set.

In the morning as Josh sat up he noticed the sheet had been cast aside. He
watched his dad in the kitchen, smelling toast and bacon. "Hi, daddy."
     John glanced over. "Hey, buddy. Bacon?"
     Josh watched as the naked man approached with a piece of crisp in his
fingers. But Josh stared at something else. The cock that was big but had
always hung low now seemed to point in his direction. It swung with a
deliberate weight as it swayed horizontal with the floor. He took the
proceeded bacon as he looked at his dad's handsome warm face.
     "What?" Following his sons eyes he looked down at his semi
hard-on. "Oh, that. Morning wood. It'll go down."
     Josh didn't understand except that the cock seemed more of a separate
entity than it had ever appeared before. It seemed fat and strong. The boy
couldn't think on anything else. He never knew something so mundane could
suddenly become beautiful.
     John became aware of the ogling eyes. A thrill of power surged through
him as the semi refused to abate. The boy stared with undisguised
interest. He knew the situation needed to be diffused. "Honey, it's just a
morning hard-on. Every guy wakes up with one."
     "I don't."
     John grinned. "Yes, you do. You had a rager going when I woke up. It
felt like steel for chistsake."
     Josh looked at his softness then quickly back to his dad. "You felt
it?" The question was an accusation.
     "Had to. You get a real beauty going when you want to." He studied the
annoyed expression. "Relax, bud. I'm your father. If we can live bare-assed
there's certainly nothing wrong with a quick grope. Besides I'm kinda proud
by how big you're getting. Gonna have a hammer like me someday."
     This brought an unexpected smile and blush.
     John spread his palms mid-air as if to surrender. "But, hey, I won't
do it again if you're that touchy about it. Fuck, I wouldn't get all pissy
if the situation was reversed. I mean, shit, who cares if you touch my
fucking cock. It's where you come from, asshole. What the hell's the big
deal."
     As John banged about in the kitchen obviously angry Josh pondered all
that his dad had said. (After all what was the big deal? Being naked was
cool. And... Did he mean I could touch his? Is that what he means? Really?
And I get him mad. Now he'll never let me. And that would really be kinda
neat.) Josh looked for a way to get his dad to look his way but he knew
John would ignore him until he calmed down.
     John set food on plates. The frying pans clattered as he dropped them
in the sink. His anger sat simmering on the back burner of
intention. Looking down at the plates heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon and
toast he suddenly felt familiar arms wrapped about his middle as the side
of his sons head pressed against the center of his back. His buns felt the
heat of the boys torso. Whenever Josh wanted to make up or just needed
affection the lad always did this. His colder heart melted. For a moment he
rested his hands on the counter. But just a moment. Turning swiftly he
lifted his son up into his arms, young legs wrapped about his waist, lithe
arms about his neck. They clung to each other as they made up and the eggs
grew cold. John held his son aloft until he remembered to think about
baseball and his hard cock hung limp.

The day was spent swimming, hiking, touch football on the lawn in front of
the cabin and the occasional piss outdoors. Father and son bonding had
reached its naked heights. The two laughed and frolicked as only two guys
could do. The barbq of steak and salad seemed to settle the day as the sun
began to set. On the verandah father and son nestled together in father-son
bliss.
     "You getting sleepy?" John held his son tight in the cooling evening
sir.
     "A little, I guess." Josh clung tightly to the demi-god.
     "You guess, hunh?" But John chuckled.
     As Josh pressed his cheek into the brawny shoulder his fingers toyed
with the soft hairs of daddies chest hair. "Daddy? Why do men have
nipples?"
     John laughed lightly as small fingers teased his hardened
paps. "Because they're formed before a babies sex is determined."
     Josh felt the firm protrubence. "I like yours." Boldly he dipped his
head offering a kiss to the tit. "A lot actually."
     "You do, hunh? Kind of like when you used to nurse not so very long
ago."
     Josh giggled. "Yeah, kinda."
     John guided the back of his sons head lower so the lips rested on his
nipple. "Well go ahead, little Joshy. Let me cradle you." With his arms as
a sling he held his son as the small mouth began to suckle his firm nip of
the muscled pec. "There you go, baby Josh", he teased lightly. But the
combination of the fondling fingers and the suckling lips felt soothingly
wonderful.
     As Josh lovingly sucked his tongue teased the nip as his hand teased
the hardness of the other pap. Daddy stroked his butt and thighs as the
other arm supported his frame.
     John enjoyed this odd depth of intimacy. The suckling mouth heightened
his senses as he felt the familiar rise of his son-bearer. He brought his
forearm between his sons back and his hardening cock to prevent a meeting
between the two. He probably should have stopped it but the young mouth
felt so secure as it gently sucked. "My sweet baby", he cooed as his body
tingled in complete lust.
     Josh loved suckling as his tongue tickled about the hard nipple. Even
the soft hairs seemed to make the nursing more exciting. He knew his own
prick was hard as a rock and somewhere deep inside himself he longed for
daddy to touch it now. Even if only for a moment. Like he said he had done
that morning. Just once, even for a sec. But he did enjoy the taste of
daddies chest.
    John kissed his sons brow softly. "Hey, bud, I think we should hit the
hay." He watched his son pop off the nipple rewarding him with a dreamy
smile. "I think my baby boy is sleepy." With little effort John stood
cradling the boy in his arms as he carried him inside to bed. Carefully he
was deposited on the cool sheets. The lad stretched luxuriously arms
stretching above his head as he splayed his legs. Looking into the beaming
face John bent over his son kissing him tenderly on the mouth. "Now you get
some shut-eye."
     Josh brought his hand up the side of the muscular back until is hand
rested on the brawny shoulder. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
     John grinned. "Want me to?" As his paw soothed the slim chest his
fingers slid over the warm flesh. "You've got one sexy chest." His voice
was huskily whispered. "Cute buds of your own", he said teasing one little
pap, then the other. The fingers trailed down the center of the torso with
slow determination. As his fingers slid down the sides of the hard pencil
dick he cooed, "you've got your morning wood tonight." As he grinned the
boys eyes widened with every tease of the fingers. "This is one impressive
cock. Very firm and strong. Something to be proud of." The fingers tumbled
the sweet balls before sliding up the dick then holding it firmly
perpendicular to the body. "What a beauty. I'm gonna get a closer look."
     Josh stared in wonder as the handsome face came in close to his
standing prick. He watched as both paws played his his cock. The foreskin
was pulled back then pushed up. A forefinger dipped into the folds to touch
his hidden knob. Lips kissed the side of his hard-on.
     John looked along his sons body smiling between dick-kisses. As eyes
met eyes his lips pressed into the warm stiffy. This side. Then that. Then
the belly of the juvenile dick. "Tastes like boy", John chuckled. A few
more kisses then the tongue gave a swipe from balls to
knob. "MMM. Definitely boy." The tongue snaked the firm Reed lapping up and
down. "Now watch and pay attention." He swallowed the pink knob into his
pursed lips. As the lips encircled the skinned bulb his tongue danced over
the head.
     Josh watched as he involuntarily groaned. The handsome face was slowly
taking his cocklette in. As the suction increased he felt the wet mouth
muscle slither about his meat. Fingers tossed his balls as the mouth
suckled lovingly on his pricklette. His body jerked to the overwhelming
sensation of man-boy love. The expert mouth seemed to coax him forward. His
body ceased to be earthbound. His hips rocked then thrust upward as if to
take more of the suction. Hands slid under his cheeks to offer up his
yearning prick. Suckling daddy seemed to urge him ever upward. And then the
first tingle. It started at his center, then his toes, shoulders, hips. All
his senses converged as he began to whimper. The sucking mouth wouldn't
stop as he cried out softly. Stars exploded behind his eyes as he felt his
knob take off. He fucked the mouth without skill but deep need. His body in
fire daddy would not stop. Hands on his ass as the mouth sucked hard and
relentless. More stars. Bright lights behind the eyes. His body roared. He
yelled out, "daddy!" before blackness took him.

Morning found John sitting on the front stoop sipping a steaming
coffee. With a squeak the screen door opened as quickly young arms wrapped
about his neck from behind. "Good morning, sleepy."
     Josh rested his face at the strong nape. "I really slept."
     "That you did, son. Like the dead. You never stirred even as I made
breakfast." John turned slightly. "You okay?"
     Josh mumbled affirmatively. "One minute I was awake, the next it was
morning." He slid around to curl by the muscular arm. "What did I do?"
     John chuckled as he brought the lad onto his lap. "I think you had
your first orgasm. It knocked you on your ass, so to speak. I mean you went
down like an anchor." Holding the boy close he smelled his hair. "I just
hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You've got one tasty little cock,
son."
     Josh giggled in spite of the sudden wave of shyness. Fingers toyed
with the dark chest hairs. "I did", he half-whispered. Looking up at the
strong profile he softly added, "I even woke up with morning wood."
     John lowered his eyes to the boys. "Well don't just sit there. Stand
up and show it off." The kid stood up, the hard-on jutting proudly
upward. Fingers felt the belly of the cocklette. "Sweet", John
cooed. Fingers slid up and down the sides. "Ya do me proud, bud." He gently
fondled the smooth nut sack. "I think you need another suck job."
     The boy nodded with undisguised anticipation. He watched the mouth
suck the prick in. As the mouth worked its warm wet magic paws slid up his
thighs to slide around until they massaged his butt cheeks. He leaned
forward resting his stomach on daddy's head as his thin arms wrapped about
it. The suckling mouth was gentle yet insistent. With the sun on his back
and his cock in the wet maw he felt warmth like he'd never known such
thing.
     John felt his sons legs begin to buckle as a low moan escaped his
throat. Sucking hard he brought his son to a thrashing climax. Weakly the
boy tried to stand but instead sunk to his father's lap. He hugged the
smaller frame as he chuckled, "Helluva way to start the day, hunh?"
     Josh sighed as he leaned into the chest. His hands held the brawny
shoulders. The firm hot column of man meat pressed between them. Pushing
back so he could look into the gentle eyes he grinned, "You've got morning
wood, daddy."
     John grinned back. "What do you think we should do about it?"
     Josh giggled as he slid between the muscular hairy legs. Kneeling on
the same step as his dad's feet he stared at the fat prick jutting upward
from the dense black bush. The bag with its fat balls hugged the body. He
then looked up uncertain.
     John cupped the jawline. "Think of this as a warm lollipop. Just start
at the bottom and lick your way up."
     The lad leaned in. His tongue painted the bottom of the stalk with
feathery swipes. The cock was very warm with barely anything but a fleshy
taste. As he moved up the pole his hands took the base. Tongue pressed flat
as his face rose ever upwards. Teasingly he made his way to the exposed bee
of the knob.
     John took hold of his sons head. "Just there, flick your tongue up and
down. Yeah, like that. Fuck, this is sweet."
     Josh remained still as the tip of his tongue flickered. The paws were
warm on the cheeks of his face.
     "Oh, fuck, honey, you look so beautiful." The tongue was it's own
magic. "Now let's see if you can suck my cockhead into your mouth."
     His father pushed the cock lower as his mouth took in the slimey
purple knob. As he sucked the most wonderful taste filled his mouth and
throat. Silky hot knob leaked his father's essence. He sucked harder,
relishing the taste. As Josh moaned he was unaware of what the vibrations
were doing to his father's fat cock.
     "Oh, baby, you're a natural cocksucker. Your fucking hot mouth is
gonna make me shoot", the boylover groaned. "Having my own son on the end
of my cock is so fucking hot. Daddy's gonna fill your throat with little
baby seeds. You want my sperm, baby? You gonna swallow it all down like a
good boy?" His sons throaty affirmation sent the hunk over the edge. "Yeah,
suck it. Here it comes baby. Just for you. All for you."
     The sudden blasts of thick liquid filled his mouth as he swallowed
over and over. The slime shot down his tongue towards the back of his
hungry throat. Swallow after swallow allowed the boy to get every drop of
daddy cum.
     John pulled the boys face to meet his own. Roughly he thrust his
tongue into the young mouth tasting his remnants of seed. The lad clung to
him as they kissed like passionate lovers. Tongue over tongue they enjoyed
the man cum.
     As they parted they embraced fiercely. John opened his eyes looking
towards the forest as he watched a man and boy in shorts and hikers slowly
approach. He nudged his son who followed his father's gaze to see the
shirtless guys coming near.
     "Hey, how are you?" The man smiled broadly.
     "This is private property", John said sternly.
     The bearded man nodded. "I sure as shit hope so for your sake." He
stepped close enough to offer his open hand.
     John stood puffing his presence. "Just what the fuck does that mean?"
     The man stopped. "We watched the whole show."
     Josh looked from the man to the boy then up at his dad. Now what could
his father say to explain their play?


To be continued as: Josh and John