Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 06:17:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Overwhelming Urge, Part 3 (incest, Mtb)

An Overwhelming Urge, Part 3
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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A few days after Eric, Joey and I had our sexual revelation, I sat them
down to explain what had happened, and why it was so wrong. I was feeling
an immense amount of guilt from having led them into sin.

"Eric...Joey......I asked you to give me a few minutes, because I want to
apologize to you for perhaps ruining your lives," I began.

The boys' mouths immediately dropped open. "Ruined our lives? Dad-" 15 year
old Eric began, but I interrupted him.

"Please, hear me out," I said. "I let my frustrations, and my intense need
for sexual satisfaction, pervert my true love as your father. Instead of a
simple hug, or a kiss on the cheek, I went way too far. I hope that you can
someday forgive me for my transgressions."

Eric looked at me. "Dad, can I say something?"

"Sure," I said.

"Okay," he replied. "I just wanted to say...quit being such a fucking drama
queen, Dad."

"Uh, what?" I replied, not believing my ears. "You DO remember I'm your
father, don't you?"

"Sure, and I absolutely respect you. But you're also MORE than that now,
Dad.  You're also my lover, and Joey's lover, and we've never felt closer
to you....and to each other. I guess you didn't see it, Dad, but each of us
was sealed up in, I dunno, a little ice cube, ever since mom got killed.
We weren't growing apart as a family, we were just frozen in place. I'm not
even sure we really were much of a family over the last two years. I think
we had to relearn that whole thing when such a big part of our family was
taken from us , and YOU fixed it, you fixed it, Dad."

"I fixed it?"

"God, yes!" Eric said. "Didn't he, Joey?"

"Daddy, I love you again," Joey, my 10 year old said, in that blunt way of
the very young. He came over to me and snuggled next to me, then lifted his
face to be kissed. I went to kiss his cheek, but he insisted that our lips
meet. I won't lie, I again felt a strong sexual tingle when our lips met,
and we kissed, and Joey slipped his warm, little tongue into my mouth. I
began to feel that urge, that overwhelming urge.

"We were afraid of you for a while, Dad," Eric said. "But not now...if you
don't want us to be," he added.

I felt wetness in my eyes. This hadn't turned out as I had imagined it
would. "Come here, Eric," I whispered. He joined his brother and I in an
embrace, their bodies warm and supple in mine.

"So, I...we didn't do wrong?" I asked them. They both smiled, and shook
their heads.  "No, Dad, it was right."

"No, Daddy, I love you."

"Well.....I guess you're never too old to learn something new," I
said. "So, where do we go from here?"

"Could we go to McDonald's?" Joey asked.  Eric and I cracked up at
that. Joey grinned, although he wasn't quite sure what the joke was.

"Yeah, that sounds fine," I said. The boys chattered about school in the
car, and I was amazed at the total number of words that passed among us,
probably more than we'd shared since the boys' mother passed on. When we
got back home, Joey shyly took my hand.

"Daddy, come on to the bedroom," he said. I looked at Eric.

"Oh yeah, Dad, that's definitely where Joey and I want to be......with
you." How could I turn down an invitation like that?

As we walked down the hall, I put a hand on each boy's crotch. They were
both swelling as their erections grew. "Whoo-hoo," I said. "Looks like
y'all are gonna show ME a good time!"

Eric giggled. "Look at yours, Dad. It looks like we'll have some fun with
you, too."

I had an idea for some fun with my two boys. When we got to the door of my
bedroom.....well, more like, OUR bedroom, now, I suddenly said, "Border
Inspection! No one gets in unless they're searched for contraband first." I
mock pushed Eric against the wall, with his hands above his head, and his
ass facing me. I braced him, and said to Joey, "You, little boy, you will
be searched next, you sit on the hard wooden bench over there!" pointing at
the bed. He giggled, and did as I directed.

I spoke in a threatening manner to Eric, my lips at his left ear. "Have you
brought anything with you?" He giggled, and shook his head.

"Very well, then, I will have to search you!" I patted down each arm,
taking my time, then ran my fingers gently through his long hair, all the
while giving outlandish reasons why I was searching his various body parts,
like smuggling in prize-winning poodles, a big problem in our country' and
other silly things. Then I ran my hands down his sides, waist and hips,
more slowly now around his sweet ass cheeks, then down each thigh all the
way down to his feet.

"It looks a though you might be be free of any smuggled goods," I began,
"just one last- oh oh," I said, as I ran my hands closely over his teenaged
crotch, simultaneously pushing my own crotch, hot and erect, into his
jeans-covered ass. "It appears you may be smuggling something.....quite
large," I said, in my mock accent. Both boys were nearly crying with
laughter now.

"We'll need to do a......more in depth inspection, my boy," I said to
both. "Stay where you are, and follow instructions," I said. Eric nodded,
and Joey watched intently. I reached around to Eric's front, and unbuttoned
his shirt, then pulled it off him, one arm then the other. I threw his
shirt on the bed.

"You, little boy, you fold the shirt. You must be neat," I said. Joey
giggled, and Eric snickered,

I knelt down and untied Eric's sneakers, then pulled each off, followed by
his socks. I caressed his feet and toes as I did, and Eric sighed. "That
feels nice," he whispered.

"We are not here for the feelings good," I blustered. "We are here for
finding the large smuggled things."  I stood up, then reached around him on
both sides, pressing my crotch into Eric's warm, soft ass, and unbuckled
his belt. Eric cooed with pleasure. I pulled his belt apart, then unsnapped
his top button, my left hand snuggling his hot crotch. Eric wriggled sexily
under my touch, and groaned.

"Yeah," he sighed.

My right hand pulled his zipper down, slowly and deliberately, then my left
hand slipped into the hot opening, ever closer to his hard 5" dick and
swollen balls.

"We will get to the bottom of this," I muttered menacingly, pushing my dick
into his sweet ass again. Eric went "oof," but remained submissive. I
grasped the waist band of his jeans, and pulled them down his slim,
hairless legs. Eric stepped out of them, now wearing only his worn tighty
whities.

"Hmm, what is this, something brown....drugs perhaps?" I said, pulling the
thin white fabric away from his round ass, and following the faint skid
mark' with my fingertip, Joey fell over laughing, and Eric began
explaining, "That's not a skid-".

"SILENCE!" I shouted. "I will make the determinations here!" I then leaned
down to Eric's lovely ass, and his skid mark (it really was) , brought my
nose to the fabric, pressing it into the hot furrow between his ass globes,
and inhaled deeply.

"Aaaah," I said. I looked up at Eric - his face was bright red with both
embarrassment and excitement, and his dick was as hard as a steel rod. Joey
had an intent look on his face, and was unconsciously licking his lips, his
little pink tongue darting between his soft, pink lips. I stood up, and
moved closer to Eric, my body pressed into his. I stood slightly to the
side so that Joey could see everything. My hand squeezed each ass cheek, so
warm, firm and round, then pressing my finger into the fabric, and against
his hole. He was hot, damp and sticky there.

"Yes, I will need to look deeper," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot
and damp on his neck.  Neither boy was giggling now. Joey was squirming,
seated on the bed, and Eric had collapsed forward to the wall, the right
side of his face pressed against it, his mouth partially open, his lips
parted, a thin line of drool at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were
closed, and he was panting.

I pulled his underpants down, to just under the proud swell of his teenaged
ass, and reached around front to free the waistband from his erect cock, so
that his underpants rested in front under his ball sack. Then I lightly
scraped my fingernails over the curve of his ass cheeks, tickling him. He
raised up slightly, imperceptibly, on his toes. My index finger wormed
between his ass cheeks, damp enough to ease my way through the furrow to
the tight, pink hole waiting there. The tip of my index finger wriggled
between his puckered anal lips, slightly greasy there, and almost wet. My
finger entered him no deeper than 1/4", and I rotated my finger in him as
best I could.

"I will need to see what you are hiding here," I threatened. Then I pulled
my damp, faintly stained finger from his hole, smelled it briefly, savoring
his earthy, boy scent, then my finger continued to Eric's nose, where I
placed it directly under his sweet boy nostrils, flaring now. I could see
him sniffing his own smell, and I could also see it wasn't for the first
time.

"Suck it," I whispered, bringing it to the center of his lips, pressing
insistently. He hesitated at first, weighing the embarrassment and shame of
allowing a man's ass-dirty finger in his mouth, versus the excitement and
pleasure of allowing a man's ass-dirty finger in his mouth. Apparently the
excitement won, because he groaned, grinding his naked crotch into the
wall, then his moist, pink lips parted to allow my finger to enter his
mouth. Small sounds of excitement escaped his throat, but his eyes remained
closed.

I fucked my index finger into Eric's hot, wet mouth, and his tongue even
greeted my finger, as Eric's resistance, if any, completely dissolved. I
knew then that his pleasure tonight would be incredibly intense and
unforgettable. I moved my finger in and out, as if it were my cock fucking
his mouth, andI think Eric imagined it that way, too. When I pulled my
finger out, Eric tried to follow it, as if he were reluctant to let it
go. I figured that, at some point, either Joey or I would make up for that
loss - but I had a better use for my finger right then.

I brought my hand back down to his ass, and Eric knew full well then, what
the game would be.  His ass was already slowly rotating, when I announced,
"I think you are hiding something."  Then he whined, deep in the back of
his throat, a whine of fear and eagerness. "No, no Daddy, I don't think-".

"Silence, smuggler. You made your choices long ago. I am a poor civil
servant, charged with preventing and punishing your crimes." I placed the
wet, slimy tip of my finger back into the greasy slot of his anus, then
slowly slid it in, deeper and deeper, each centimeter turning into an inch,
and each inch turning into several, my finger reluctantly embraced by my
son's young ass.  Eric's whining grew higher pitched, and now he rose
visibly up on his toes, trying to escape the anal invader he simultaneously
longed for.

I let his ass grow accustomed to the intrusion. While I suspected Eric had
done many things, I doubted that he had ever had anything enter there, much
less a finger or cock. Again, I suspected that the three of us might all
explore that source of ecstasy further. I continued after a few minutes, my
finger slowly slipping out of the boy's ass. Eric sighed as he felt the
sudden emptiness in his bowels, and I felt cool air on my finger, wet and
slimy with Eric's ass juices and saliva.

When I slowly reinserted again, just a fraction faster, he whined again,
though less vocally, and his ass recoiled less from the discomfort. After
several minutes of this slow motion finger fuck, Eric had become accustomed
to my finger deep up his ass, and began to reap more pleasure from the act.
He began cooing with pleasure as he felt me approaching his prostate with
my fingertip, though I could barely reach it, and he began pushing back
into my hand, trying to get me as deeply as possible into his ass, for
increased prostate stimulation.

I noticed his eyes were open now, so I turned him to me, my finger still
inside his sweet, hot, tight ass, and slid my other arm around his slim,
near naked body. His arms went around my neck as we kissed, and this time
he was the aggressor, pressing his lips into mine, his tongue eagerly
seeking out mine, his cock, fat, hot and hard, pressing into my stomach,
clear, thin, boy syrup leaking out of his dark piss slit onto my shirt.

My left hand caressed his ass, my right hand continued fucking him, and he
held tight to me. I broke our kiss abruptly.

"Do you want me in your ass, Eric? Do you want to get fucked by your
father's cock?" He nodded into my neck.

"Then tell me," I ordered him.

"I can't," he said.

"Yes, you can. You can show me and tell me how much of a cock slut you want
to be for your father, and your brother, how much you want both of our
cocks at the same time, in your holes.  Do you want that? If you do, tell
me."

"I want them..." Eric began.

"Want what, Eric?" I asked.

"I want.....your...cock, and Joey's. He paused, then: "I want your cock
inside my ass, Daddy, fucking me, making me cum from feeling you inside
me...filling my ass with your hot, sticky cum."

"And Joey?" I said.

"Yeah, and I want to suck his little cock, and make it hard, and make him
cum in my mouth, filling my mouth and my ass with tons of hot cum.....oh, I
LOVE you Daddy, PLEASE fuck me now!! Please!!"

I slid Eric's underpants all the way down, then knelt in front of my cute,
15 year old son, and took his hot 5" cock in my mouth, trying to suck in as
much of it as I could. His taste was salty and hot, sweaty and musky, and
turned me on even more. I fingered his ass hole while I sucked him off. As
two of my fingers penetrated his tight ass for the first time, he shot
several loads of his sweet cum all over my mouth, most of it getting onto
my lips and tongue, but much also dripping down my cheek and chin. I kept
his hot dick in my mouth, until I felt him softening in my mouth, then
stood up and kissed him, giving him back some of his delicious cum. He
eagerly lapped it up, then licked my face for more.

"Oh Daddy, that was hot!" he exclaimed. I kissed him on the nose, and we
both turned to 10 year old Joey, lying on the bed, his jeans tented out....