Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 08:32:29 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Papa Wanted a Girl, Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay incest

Well that night was the beginning of a new relationship between my baker
Papa and me, and it was not all good.  At times I felt like I was being
treated like a pet "monkee".  He showed me no respect.  For example, when
he passed me in the house he would reach out and grab my penis, or slap my
ass.  Although he would laugh, as if it were a joke, there was an edge of
dark sex to it.  The final straw was tonight, before dinner.

"Rene, put on your old canvas pants."

It seemed a strange, but innocent request.  I obeyed, but when I returned
to the kitchen he was sitting at the table with a large tailor's shears.
He grabbed me by the back of my pants.  I was petrified.  I thought he was
going to commit violence on me with that weapon of a scissors, but only my
pride was wounded as he cut out the entire rear portion of the pants,
exposing my entire rear end.

"Now walk around," he ordered.  " Quel charmant garçon!" He shouted and
clapped his hands in pleasure.  "I shall enjoy eating my dinner looking at
the most beautiful human "pear" in the world."

This was really too much.  I decided to stay away from the house was much
as possible, spending time with a chum Jacques.  It was late in the day
when I returned.  When I passed the bedroom, I heard loud sighs and cries
of passion.  I tiptoed to the door and peeked into the slightly ajar space.
There was my dominant parent, on his back, his strong legs in the air being
held by his baker's hands and above him, thrusting with great vigor was his
assistant, Alphonse.

The large man spied me and waved.  "Come in, don't worry, you Papa is
totally out of it.  Once he gets into the fucking zone, he sees and hears
nothing.  Come closer.  You are a comely boy, I might say beautiful,"

I found that the sight of my father being used as a woman was very
affecting to me.  I found my passion booming.  I could hardly breathe.  My
panting called Alphonse's attention.  He stopped his mad fucking for a
moment and fixed his pale gray eyes on me, his mouth beginning to form a
smile.

"Quel imbécile je suis!"  He said.  "Poor lad, this fucking scene is making
you hurt much in the cock area.  True?"

"Oh yes dear Alphonse."

"Then the cure is at hand.  Come, take my place."

"But my little equipment would not satisfy him."

Alphonse thought for a moment, "But yes, it will.  You see the shortness of
your organ is exactly the length that will produce heavenly stimulation on
your Papa's hot button.  Begin!"

I clamored up and took Alphonse's place.  My father's ass hole was gapping
and his face was beginning to show concern over the cessation of his fuck.
His face was still dumb from his fuck spell but I had to hurry.  I put my
cocklet in place and pushed.  I must have hit the spot.  He groaned loudly
and banged the bed with his hands.  At Alphonse's order, I began moving in
and out quickly.  My own small balls were roiling.  I knew I would go into
my dry orgasm momentarily.  Alphonse sensed it and the dear "uncle" began
playing with my nipples.  I had never experienced this before and the
sensation traveled directly to my penis.  The nubs became erect and
produced feelings I had never known.  I was quickly zooming into my orgasm.

Meanwhile Papa's face began to contort.  Alphonse whispered to me, "He is
about to erupt from your cock rubbing his prostate.  You too are on the
brink.  Go lad, go!"

My cock took his orders and it seemed to withdraw into itself.  I cried out
in alarm and it became exceedingly hard and was jumping and pulsing.  Then
I knew, I was shooting sperms.  It was like no other climax I had ever
known.  Papa felt the force of my interior pelting and he almost jack
knifed as he became shooting six heavy streams of baker's cream that hit
his mouth and then neck and gradully became a long ooze.  I fell on his
chest.  I sobbed to catch my breath.  Papa seemed still out of it.  Then he
said, "Alphonse, that was the best ever."

Yes, he was amazed to find me on top of him, and that was the beginning of
our new relationship.  The next morning I ordered him to put on the old
pair of white baker's pants I had prepared.  He did.  The rear was cut out
and his mature, shapely ass was totally exposed as he made our breakfast.
He seemed cowed by the experience of being fucked by his son and he was
slipping into the role of a bottom boy.

How true that was when, after breakfast, as we sipped our chocolate, he
asked meekly, "May we do that again?"

"Do what?" I asked that a brat.

He paused a long time, his face working, "I want you to fuck me."

"Perhaps later, in the evening," I said archly.  What a shit I was, but
truly I didn't think I could wait for the wonder of fucking him.

End