Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 15:48:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Overwhelming Urge (Mtb, incest)

An Overwhelming Urge
by Jeff Spencer

This story involves descriptions of an incestuous encounter involving a man
and his sons. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is
illegal for you. It IS fiction.

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I've decided to hide this confession in plain sight, by calling it
"fiction." This is a "fictional" account of a rather disturbing event
involving me and my two sons, Eric and Joseph, or Joey' as he prefers.

Me, I'm Armand Gilstrap, a 40 year old successful petroleum engineer, and
most importantly for your understanding of the incident, a widower. My
wife, and Eric and Joey's mother, had died two years previously, when I was
38, and Eric was 13, Joey 8. It was in an accident on the 405, and in the
way of accidents, left the three men in the family distraught and feeling
abandoned.

Sarah, my wife, had been a very demonstrative person, I guess a part of her
Italian heritage. But I am Scots-English, a very private person not given
to displaying emotion, and our sons are much like me in that respect.

Physically, I'm 40, as I mentioned earlier, 6' 1" tall, 190 pounds, pretty
well built, since my job as a petroleum engineer takes me out in the field
to job sites quite a bit. Umm, tanned, as you might expect, black hair like
my son Eric - though with a few light touches of grey, and blue eyes. I've
not had any shortage of attention from the women in our office since my
wife died, but I'd not responded to it, partly out of some feeling of guilt
at my wife's passing, and partly because I simply hadn't been interested.

Eric, my older son at 15, has glossy black hair that he wears long, over
his eyes. He tells me he's an "emu," or something like that. I haven't kept
up with the kids' styles these days. He'd been bugging me to let him get a
ring or something stuck in his eyebrow. I had let my wife decide the boys
could have earring holes about a year before she passed. I didn't mind that
too much, each boy wore a small stud in one ear lobe, and most of their
friends had them, so I figured it was pretty normal for kids today.

But, in his eyebrow?

"Eric, what the fuck?" I shouted. "Where on earth did you get THAT idea?"

He looked a little frightened, his blue eyes nonetheless steady. He
unconsciously fingered the gold stud in his ear as he formulated his
response. His skin, naturally light, almost pale, contrasted with the dark
tee shirt framing his face.

"Dad, it's an expression of who I am," he explained calmly.

"I know who you are," I said. "You know who you are," I continued. "Those
people who KNOW you, know who you are. So why do you need to put a piece of
metal in your face? How does that tell anyone anything positive about you?"

"Dad, it simply lets other emo kids, and other people, know where I'm
coming from. Please, dad?"

"So, you want to fit in with other kids? You want to do what they do? Eric,
if they decided to jump off a bridge, would you jump off it, too?" I
couldn't believe that I was pulling out the oldest parent logic strategem'
in the history of mankind, but desperate times call for desperate
measures. I didn't understand why I was so tense about this, but it had
been building for two years, since we'd been thrown together.

You see, I'd been something of an absentee father, as my job took me all
over the world, and I was gone for months at a time. Sarah had been the
strong parent figure. Since her death, I had been granted a transfer to the
home office of the petroleum exploration company for which I work. It meant
a drop in pay, but I'd be home a lot more for the boys. I was a little
disappointed to find it meant a concomitant rise in tensions between me and
each boy, but that comes with being a real parent instead of an infrequent
visitor, I guess.

Eric rolled his eyes at my bridge' comment. "You sound like Mom," he said.

"Well.....good," I said, somewhat lamely. That seemed to end the discussion
for the time being, and I said a silent and quick prayer of thanks for
inconclusive endings.

A few hours later, Joey came rolling in from playing basketball. Joey's 10
years old, and looks nothing like his brother. Blond hair, like his mother,
naturally tan, 4' 8" tall and a strapping 95 pounds. Joey's the athletic
fireplug type.

"Hi Dad," he said, walking over to me in my Lazy Boy. His face glowed with
sweat, and he brushed back the long blond hair that kept falling into his
brown eyes

"What's up, Joey?" I asked, my hand going to his hip and resting there. I
guess I touch my boys when we talk to convince myself we're really
together, but in Joey's case it's also to keep him in one place. He can be
kind of hyperactive sometimes.

Something green in his ear lobe caught my eye. "What's that?" I asked,
pointing at the dark green stone in his lobe.

"Oh, that's a stud you and Mom gave me a couple of years ago for my
birthday. I guess you forgot." His sunny smile enchanted me, as always.

"What is it with you guys and stuff stuck in you?" I asked rhetorically.

Joey smiled, "I dunno," he said. "I just like it." I watched him as he
walked off, his slim body moving off to the kitchen, looking for a drink
after his exertions.

That night I had a tough time sleeping. I'm not sure I ever really did. I
woke up at 6, or at least I got tired of lying in bed awake at 6, and got
up to take a shower. I had morning wood, as usual.  Only recently had I
gotten back into the habit of jacking off. For a long time after Sarah's
passing, I hadn't felt any sexual urge at all, and I hadn't dated at all,
but recently I'd felt a lot of sexual tension, getting boners all the
time. I wasn't sure I could keep up with it without scraping off the top
layers of cock skin.

The funny thing was, it wasn't just looking at pretty women that gave me
boners. I found the thought of other guys was, well, not revolting. But I
had avoided giving the subject much thought.

I stood in front of the mirror over the sink in the master bathroom,
looking at my bleary eyes, when I heard a ruckus from down the hall. The
boys shared a bathroom, and usually got up around the same time I did.

"Well, I didn't break it!" I heard a high-pitched voice yell. That would be
Joey.

"We can't use it like that!" A lower-pitched voice this time. That would be
Eric.

"Alright, what's going on?" A deep pitched voice this time. That would be
me.

"Dad, there's no hot water in the shower," Joey squeaked. I grumbled my way
down the hall to their bathroom. Both boys stood in wrinkled undershorts,
Eric's white, Joey's a light blue color, I noticed both boys were also
sporting wood. No question that the Gilstrap boys were completely alike in
that aspect. I smiled.

I turned on the water at their shower, and sure enough, when I turned it to
"hot," I got nothing, but only icy cold water when I turned on the cold
side.

"Oh crap, I hope the hot water's not out," I grumbled. "I hate cold
showers." I walked back to my bathroom to check my shower. It's a small
stall, no more than 4' by 4'. I turned on the water, and to my relief it
came out hot. I turned, and was a little surprised to see the boys had
followed me in. "Oh, I didn't know you guys were there," I said.

"Look, since we're temporarily down to one shower, let's do this in turn,"
I said. I couldn't help but notice each boy scratching his crotch the same
way, their tented undershorts jutting out. It almost looked like a
choreographed routine, their fingrs scratching their pubic hair, their
balls and their shafts in coordinated fashion. One of those genetic things
that kids get from a parent, I guess, like the ability to curl their
tongue, or inability to lift an eyebrow. My eyes now on their crotches, I
noticed Eric's sticking out much farther than his younger brother's.

"Um, Dad, I've got to get out of here fast-" Eric began, but Joey
interrupted him. "Me too," he said. "I don't have much time!" he squeaked.

That was when I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge. I don't know if it was
my state of fatigue, or if it was the sense of guilt I felt for not being
closer to my sons, or if it were related to some darker urge in my psyche,
but I felt a dam burst inside me.

"Fine!" I said, rather loudly, a burst of heat inside me. I pulled the knob
to the stall shower out, the water jetting down at full stream, then placed
my hands on Eric's slim hips, jerking his white briefs down off his hips,
the soft fabric quickly pooling around his feet, as his 5" cock kind of
sprung up and down a couple of times. I could almost hear the cartoon sound
effects, while Eric had an incredulous expression on his face. Eric had a
small patch of dark pubic hair crowning his cut dick, and sparse, soft
hairs on his ball sack, a fairly good size, and hanging low under his
shaft. I heard Joey giggle.

Without a thought, I turned Eric and pushed him into the shower, his pale
bottom, incredibly cute looking to me in my slightly deranged state, the
last part of him through the opening into the stall. I heard him sputtering
as water caught him in the mouth, then spitting. "Geez, Dad," I heard him
say, under the sound of running water.

Then without hesitation, I turned to the shorter Joey, his eyes widening as
he realized I was going to propel him into the shower along with his
brother. He squeaked unintelligibly as I pulled down his underpants, his
sturdy body not moving, his smaller cock not catching on the waistband as
his brother's had. His penis was 3" long, a smallish hairless sack of balls
pulled tight underneath. His underpants fell to the floor, and Joey was
already moving as I went to push him. My hand fell straight onto his plump
bottom, round, perfect and warm, but already receding from my touch as Joey
moved into the shower next to his brother.

My cock felt immensely hard, and once again there was no hesitation as I
stripped down my own shorts, my 7" cock standing proud. Like my boys, I'm
cut, and my cock head was curiously red and swollen. Both boys gaped at my
cock. I supposed that they'd never had the opportunity to see their old
man's penis. It must always be a shock, that first time. I kicked off my
boxers, then strode into the already crowded shower stall. "Move over boys,
the Gilstrap family's taking a shower!" I exclaimed. Joey giggled again.

Checking the soap caddy, I found the shampoo. "This stuff okay with you?" I
asked, again rhetorically, although Joey responded, "Sure," and Eric
grunted. I gave myself a glob full, and slopped it onto my hair, then
poured some into each boy's upraised palm. I began shampooing, as did they.

Of course, in a smallish shower stall, when three males fill most of the
available space, have significant morning wood, are exceptionally wet and
slippery, and finally, have emotional issues to settle, unexpected things
can happen. I looked down at Joey. "Hey, who taught you how to clean your
hair?" I asked.

"Well, nobody, I mean Mom used to do my hair when I was a kid, so I do it
like that..."

"Aaah, you're still a kid," Eric gibed, and I interrupted.

"Hey, forget that kid' stuff," I said. "We're Gilstrap men. Here, let me
show you," I said, meaning Joey's hair cleaning method. I reached down and
began gently massaging his scalp with my fingers, his hair long and silky
under my fingers, the water warm as it ran down my arms onto his head. He
sputtered as I massaged, mainly to keep the water out of his mouth, but
making no effort to move away.

"Feels good, Dad," he said. I could see that Joey's boner was even more
prominent than before, pointing nearly straight up at his brother. Eric's
eyes were glued on his younger brother's cock, too.

"Eric, soap up your brother," I said. Expecting some objection, I was
surprised when Eric grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted it onto
his brother's back, then began rubbing it all around Joey's small back with
the flat of both hands. Joey cooed at feeling his naked, lithe body rubbed
by his equally naked father and brother.

I heard a long sigh, and looked down to see that Joey had his small hands
around his brother's stiffly erect dick, using a mixture of shampoo and
body gel to stroke his hardness. "Ohh, god Joey," Eric sighed. I think that
was the signal that set us all off.

I began squirting gel onto both boys' bodies, warm, smooth and so receptive
to my touch, rubbing the slick gel into their boy chests, and backs, then
going lower to their asses and cocks.  When I felt each boy's hand on my
own cock and balls, I thought I'd cum. "Ohh my god boys, that feels SO
good," I moaned. Looking at each boy's beaming face, I saw happiness that I
hadn't seen in a long, long time.

We turned our shower in to a familial orgy of male lust, soaping each
other's slick bodies down until we were completely covered in soap, our
bodies rubbing together now, deliberately and erotically, chest against
back, ass into stomach, cock slipping between plump ass cheeks, fingers
stroking hard shafts, caressing wrinkled ball sacks, fingers shyly slipping
into warm crevices, then wriggling into tight holes.

I kissed Eric, our lips coming together warmly, and without hesitation, his
arms going around my neck, my arms around his waist, my hands on, then
between, his round, boyish ass cheeks.  He instinctively pressed himself
into me, our cocks rubbing together. I felt two small hands on our rampant
rods, holding us together and stroking our smooth, slick skin furiously,
then realized it was Joey. He held Eric's hot, plump cock head against the
underside of my cock, my own fat dick head resting on top of Eric's shaft,
Joey's fingers and palm amazingly caressing our hardness until we all three
groaned with the pleasure of it.

My tongue slipped between Eric's soft, pink lips, his mouth opening to
receive my intrusion, the breath from his nostrils racing over my cheek as
his passion grew. His tongue joined mine, as they danced and cavorted
together, a man and boy, father and son, kissing deeply, simulating the
sexual act, foreshadowing possible pleasures to come. My fingers stroked
over his slick, tight ass hole, his boy anus at first, fearful of allowing
entry, then opening, the muscles relaxing, as he gave himself over to the
potential pleasure of having a man inside his 15 year old anus. His fingers
were tight on the back of my neck, as he manifested his desire to have me
inside him.

I felt a small hand on my ass, as Joey continued to stroke both Eric and
I. Joey aping what he saw me doing to Eric, and being naturally curious and
interested in a man's anus, was slipping his own small hand between my
somewhat hairy ass cheeks. I groaned, and said, "That feels nice, Joey!" to
encourage his exploration. I knew there was no way his small finger would
hurt up my ass, though I'd never done anything gay before. His small index
finger, adequately soaped up, slipped into my anus, and he fucked my ass
with it, a look of delighted curiosity on his face.  I'm pretty sure he was
enjoying it, judging by his small boner slapping against my thigh. My own
hard on was tense with electric excitement.

I reached down then, and kissed Joey's small mouth. His lips, too, were
luscious and warm, and he welcomed my tongue into his mouth. He sighed, "Oh
Daddy," then rubbed his hard pecker against my thigh, his body shaking with
pleasure as he came. Of course, he had nothing to spurt, but I was pleased
that he'd cum on me. While I lightly caressed Joey's now spent rod, and his
velvety, bare ball sack, I knelt down in front of Eric, and softly kissed
the tip of his hard dick, my tongue caressing and dipping into his piss
slit. Eric humped into my mouth, I could feel his fingers in my still
soapy, wet hair, desperately trying to pull my mouth down onto his
teen-aged cock.

I slowly sucked his hard shaft into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the
velvety skin, his blunt cock head rubbing against the roof of my mouth. My
hands went around his hips, to caress his delicious ass again, soft, hot,
round....beautiful. Eric grunted, "Yeah!" when he felt my finger moving in
for his puckered hole again. As it dipped into that slick opening, while my
mouth worked on his hardness, he shot his boy load into my mouth, my first
taste of cum. I'd never even tasted my own, much less someone else's. The
taste, smell and consistency were wonderful - salty, musky, and creamy.

Eric continued humping into my mouth, as if he didn't want the pleasurable
feeling of cumming into a man's mouth go away. Or maybe it should be, "the
pleasurable feeling of fucking his father's mouth"....anyway, he had a
dreamy look on his face, and looked very disappointed when both his cock,
now somewhat soft, left my mouth, and my finger, still hard, left his ass
hole.

"Oh, man, what have I done-" I began, but when I saw the looks of intense
love on my young sons' faces, and they both blurted out, "I love you" at
the same time, I thought that maybe what had happened was more right than
wrong. Besides, I still hadn't cum and was horny as hell, so it seemed
right to me.

I looked kind of rueful, and said, "What if today, just this once, you two
both miss school, and I call in sick to work?"

The looks of joy on their faces were overwhelming. "Can we do more of this,
Daddy?" Eric asked. Joey nodded agreement, "Yeah," he said.

"Yes, we can," I said, and we hurriedly finished our first shower together.