Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2010 23:37:38 -0400
From: Rome Krone <romekrone@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding My Dad - gay incest

Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy.
It contains depictions of sexual acts between minors and adults. If
easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you
live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition.
This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or
posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author.

Riding My Dad

The train was rolling to a stop and passengers began standing up to
retrieve their carry-ons from the overhead compartments. Thirteen year
old Tommy was as nervous as a skittish colt. He was going to live with
his father, a man his mother hadn't allowed to see or talk with the
boy in over ten years.

What Tommy didn't know was that his dad wrote every two weeks and
never forgot a holiday or birthday, but his mother intercepted every
letter and gift destroying them before Tommy was even aware they were
in the house. His parents had never married, and when his mother
hooked up with two fanatical religious women as friends, these women
worked hard to end the sinful life his mother was living and had just
plain-out brainwashed her. No matter how much Tommy's dad told Tommy's
mother he loved her and his son, he wasn't ready to marry her because
she was changing and not in a good way; he did try to reason with her,
but she asked him to leave and would have nothing to do with Tommy's
father ever again.

Struggling financially, Tommy's dad wasn't able to fight her or the
witches she called friends. He was devastated and moved more than a
thousand miles away to run from the pain.

Only two days ago Tommy's mother had found his briefs with the
tell-tell signs of a nocturnal emission. She freaked! Screaming at
Tommy she called him every kind of sinner in the book and even made up
a few more names. He was mortified because she did this in front of
her two religious friends who looked on as if Tommy had morphed from a
boy into a monster.

In a matter of hours she informed Tommy that he was no longer welcomed
to stay in her home because he was turning out like his sinful father
and she was sending him to live with this strange man, cutting all
ties with her son. It's not that Tommy had a good life with her; in
fact it was more like hell than the heaven she purported to believe
in. But Tommy was scared. At thirteen he was being ripped from the
only life he knew and sent a thousand miles away to a complete
stranger and Tommy had no idea what the man was like.

***

I stood up and pulled my school backpack from the overhead
compartment. It's the only thing my mother would let me take with me.
There wasn't room for much, but I'd crammed everything I could make
fit into it. Struggling because the bag was a little heavy and I'm a
shorter teen, only standing four feet, ten inches, I finally got a
good grip on it and walked off the train stepping onto a concrete
platform.

My first thought was, "Oh man, this is a podunk place." There wasn't a
station building, just a concrete platform and some people waiting for
the passengers who disembarked at this stop. There seemed to be a few
buildings further up the road, and I guessed this was the town.

"Tommy?" A man's voice asked over my shoulder.

Turning around I saw him. There was no doubt in my mind that this man
was my father. I looked like a younger version of him. No wonder my
mother didn't like me. Every time she looked at me she saw him.

"Jacob?" I addressed him by the only name I'd heard him referred to as
I politely extended my hand in greeting. His smile was friendly, but I
was shaking inside.

He hesitated, looking at my hand as if in a dilemma whether to take it
or not. I was ready to drop my hand in embarrassment when he took it,
and smiled again. Surprising me, he kneeled while holding my hand and
pulled me into a hug. I can't remember the last time someone had
hugged me. My arms hung by my side and my body stiffened up at the
unfamiliar gesture.

Releasing me, my dad introduced me to a teenage boy standing beside
him. "Tommy, this is Edsel. He's the son of the man I work for and
we're good friends. He wanted to come with me when I picked you up."

Edsel extended his hand. "Hey buddy," Edsel's smile was warm. Sun
tipped bangs hung just above his thick eyebrows, and I couldn't help
notice his eyes were the bluest violet I've ever seen.

While shaking Edsel's hand, my dad took the backpack from me.

"Is this all you have," he sort of frowned.

I nodded and tried to cover up my embarrassment and the situation that
had made my mom send me here. "I don't need much."

Putting a hand on my shoulder, my dad smiled at me again, "Come on
kiddo; let's go."

Somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind, the name kiddo, made me feel good.

***

We had been driving for over an hour. I was sitting in the middle of
dad and Edsel in an old pick-up truck. Dad had stopped at a small
clothing store in the little town and bought me three pairs of shorts,
two pairs of jeans, some tee shirts, socks, briefs, new trainers,
khaki pants, and a dress button down shirt. He said we'd be back for
more clothes when I started school this fall.

The old store sold clothing and hardware. The dark wood floors had the
smell and the sheen of oil. I was to come to learn this was the way a
lot of stores were in the past century. I found it kind of pleasant
and calming. It was like a giant step back in time. Before heading to
dad's house we ate lunch at a drug store, diner, and soda fountain all
rolled into one.

Dad and Edsel did most of the talking, thank god, because I was still
nervous and unsure what dad thought of me and if he would bring up the
reason my mom had no longer wanted me. That would be awful if he felt
the same as her, because I couldn't help it. No matter how hard I
prayed and tried, I couldn't keep my hands off my wiener. I was old
enough to shoot the juice and it felt so good. It was the only private
pleasure I'd had in the last ten years, and no power on earth could
make me stop. I loved it. I hid the evidence as best I could from my
mom. The wet dream was beyond my control and she saw the dried stains
in my briefs when she woke me before going to work.

For some reason I spurted a lot. I'd joined a circle jerk with some of
the guys from school once, and they stared with open mouths when they
saw me cum and my body convulse in waves of pleasure. They wanted to
see it again. None of them could come close to the volume of cum I
produced.  I wouldn't do it with them anymore, because I felt like a
freak, even though they begged me too.

I was in my best school khakis listening to dad and Edsel. They didn't
ask me a bunch of questions, and I was feeling a little more at ease.
Dad worked as an all-around handy man on a large farm for Edsel's dad.
Edsel's dad had married another woman after Edsel's mom passed away,
and the new stepmother didn't like Edsel. The boy had started hanging
around my dad to get away from her when he was little and a strong
bond formed between them. Even though my dad was thirty-one, and Edsel
only sixteen, he called dad his best friend.

Both guys were wearing shorts, and I couldn't help notice each had
hairy legs. Dad's hair was dark like mine, almost black, and Edsel's
was sun streaked gold. Edsel was about an inch taller than my dad. My
best guess for dad was he was about five-nine, but I couldn't be sure.
I do know that my legs were beginning to get a fuzz of dark hair and
wondered if they'd be as nice as dad's.

"I think I drank too much soda and have to piss," Edsel grabbed his
crotch in a joking way. "Jakey, can you pull over for a minute?"

I'd noticed while at lunch, Edsel called my dad, Jakey.

"I've got to piss too," dad said pulling to the side of the winding
hard surfaced country road.

"You gotta go?" Edsel asked me as he got out of the truck.

I did have to pee bad. "I'll wait until you guys finish," I said.

"Ah come on, we all got the same thing, and you might as well get used
to seeing my junk, because I've only got a one bedroom house and
you're going to have to sleep with me. I'm not letting you sleep on
the sofa. It's to uncomfortable," dad laughed as he got out of the
truck.

I slid out of Edsel's side of the vehicle and followed them into the
woods. My mind was reeling. One bedroom! I hadn't expected that; and
sleeping with my dad. What if I sprang a boner in front of him? My
stuff was growing and a nice little tuft of dark hair had started
above my wiener, and it seems lately it got hard for any reason at
all. Oh man! What else was I going to find out when we finally got
there?

Dad stopped and unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull out his dick.
I caught a glimpse of it before I turned my back to the guys and
pulled out my own thing to take a piss.

When I finished I turned around. Edsel was still pissing a steady
stream and dad was making the final intermittent spurts before shaking
his cock and putting it away. Plain old curiosity got the best of me
and I stared for a moment before jerking my eyes away. The images of
both cocks were burned in my mind. They were nice and I wanted to look
like my dad when I finally finished growing.

Walking back to the truck we continued to the farm.

***

Things like this were only in the movies and magazines that I would
see at my normal friend's houses. We didn't have TV or magazines in my
mother's home. The only books in our house were those approved by the
fire-breathing ranting friends of my mother's.

Edsel's dad didn't own a farm; it was a seven-thousand acre estate.
The main house sitting on a manicured distant hill looked like small
palace. Dark creosote board fences and stone walls partitioned some of
the land into large pastures and fields for horses, cattle, and grain.

Dad's house was about two miles from the big house and couldn't be
seen because of the woods and lay of the land. It seemed out of place
and might be more at home in the southwest. Cottage is a good
description of the house. The exterior walls were stucco painted
similar to natural adobe and topped with curved terracotta roof tiles.
Virginia creeper clung to the right front corner of the house.

The front room was tiny, only big enough for a two-seat sofa and an
old chair with one side table. The windows were large and let in a lot
of light which helped. To the left of the front door was a staircase
leading up to the one bedroom and bathroom.

The back room was a surprise. It was wide and long; a huge room. The
floors were flat terracotta tiles inlaid with a tile border pattern in
the Spanish style. Four sets of French doors side-by-side opened on
the left wall onto a sunken flagstone patio and herb garden. I was
wowed by this room. This was a true great room. The modern kitchen was
at the far end of the room. Dad had some neat furniture which I was
later to learn were real antiques that Edsel got from his father's
attic to furnish this house.

I could see why dad said the sofa was uncomfortable. It was an empire
style stuffed with horsehair and hard as a rock. The old wing chairs
were comfy though. These items flanked a tall stone fireplace. Dad saw
the first sparkle in my eyes when I walked into this room and he
smiled at me again.

***

Edsel and dad helped me bring my backpack and all of the new things
upstairs to what was now going to be my and dad's room. It was a small
dormer room with one chest-of-drawers and a double bed, not even queen
size. The closest was a free standing rack placed in the upstairs
hall. The bathroom was small too, but nice with a claw-foot tub and a
center rain shower, pedestal sink, toilet, and something dad called a
bidet, that he would tell me about later. Sure looked funny. Edsel
said it was something his stepmother insisted on having installed in
every tenement house on the estate.

After dad and Edsel helped me put away my few items they sat on the
edge of the bed and motioned for me to join them. A little wary and a
bit shy I sat between them.

"Kiddo, first I want to say, I'm nothing like your mother. I'm
probably the exact opposite. I suspect that's why you didn't ever
write back. But that's okay..." Dad stopped talking when I looked
surprised at his saying `write back'.

"Didn't you get my letters?" Dad asked?

I shook my head no, and must have looked as confused as I felt.

"Damn! No wonder," Dad swore. "I'll bet you don't know that I wrote to
you every two weeks, and sent gifts and cards for your birthdays and
holidays."

Before I could answer Edsel looked at dad. "That explains it. I told
you it was probably something link that."

"Then you do care about me dad and aren't upset that mom sent me
here?" I glanced up at my dad as the tears welled in my eyes and I
fought hard to keep them overflowing.

"Damn kiddo," dad said sliding closer and pulling my head against his
hard chest. "I love you no matter what your answer would have been,
and what she did to you is reprehensible."

Edsel was rubbing my back in an `I care' sort of way. I couldn't stop
the tears. They overflowed as I felt the warmth of my dad and listened
to his heartbeat.

After a few moments, dad broke the silence. "You know, the last time I
held you, you were three years old and laying against my chest like
this. You used to love playing with the hair on my chest. If I had a
shirt on you'd make me to take it off. You were adorable then and
handsome as hell now."

I blushed. First because no one had ever said anything remotely like
this to me and second because dad was using swear words that only my
friends and I would use when alone.

There was another period of silence as dad continued to hold me
against his chest. My left hand was resting against the neckline of
his tee shirt. Barely moving my fingers, I could feel the silky hairs
sticking out over the top of the shirt. Dad held me a while longer
before he spoke again.

"You've had a long day. Tell you what; I don't usually do this in the
middle of the day but I could use a nap and then we'll get up later
and I'll fix a nice welcome dinner for you. Do you mind if Edsel joins
us?" Dad asked.

"Oh no, I'm not going to barge in on you guys this evening. I'll see
you both tomorrow," Edsel got up to leave.

"No, stay, please!" I pleaded with Edsel. "I want you to stay, please."

"You heard my kiddo. He wants you to stay. Now sit your butt back down
on this bed and we're going to take a nap together. All of the sudden
I've hit a wall, and need to rest," dad pointed at the bed with a
smile motioning for Edsel to stay.

Edsel grinned at dad and me as he flopped down on the bed. Sitting up
he took off his tee shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks.

Dad stood up and I watched him undress to his briefs.

"Okay kiddo," down to your drawers. We need a nap, and you aren't
sleeping with your clothes on in my bed, or, I mean our bed," Dad
grinned.

I was a little embarrassed, but I stood up and undressed to my tighty
whities. Dad had lain back down on the bed and both guys were watching
me. I glanced at their packages, and noticed they filled out their
pouches really well.

I started crawling over dad to get to the center of the bed, when he
grabbed me and pulled my chest against the soft dark hair on his
chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he didn't let go.

"I'm going to hold you for a while like I did when you were little.
When I fall asleep you can roll off between Edsel and me," dad's hands
were rubbing my back down to the top of my briefs.

It took me a couple of minutes, but I began to relax and loved the
feeling of dad's hairy chest against mine and his hands on me. I put
my hand on his chest and began to play with the silken strands.
Hearing dad's breathing getting deeper; I knew he had fallen to sleep.
It was probably only seconds later I fell asleep in his arms.

***

I woke with a pressure in my groin. Not moving I realized the pressure
was dad's hard-on and I had one too. Not wanting to wake him I laid as
still as I could, waiting for my dick to get soft. What is it with
teenage boys and erections? The head of my hard wiener began to do the
thinking for me. I began to move in miniscule humping motions against
my dad. I knew if I had an orgasm it would soak through my briefs and
his, and would probably wake dad, so I was careful not to cum. I'd
jack off later when I was getting ready for bed. For now this felt
good.

Dad's arms tightened on me. "Whatcha doing kiddo?" he whispered.

I froze. He was going to hate me and send me away. I tried to get up,
but he was to strong.

"It's okay. If it makes you feel good, I want you to enjoy it. You're
not hurting or upsetting me. In fact I'm enjoying it too. Can't you
tell by my boner?" Dad whispered in a calming smile.

I lay quiet, still not sure what to do next.

"Here, I'll help you," Dad said pushing down my briefs below my butt and balls.

I was too petrified to say anything.

Lifting up, dad pushed his boxer briefs down below his balls and butt,
before pulling me against him again. "There, you can ride me all you
want kiddo. Have fun," dad whispered again.

I let myself relax against his chest. Making small moves I began to
reposition myself so my thirteen year old balls were resting in my
dad's soft bushy pubes and my hard dick was next to my dad's big one.

Dad and I were leaking a lot. I felt the creamy wet warmth between us
and my dick began to glide against his abdomen in bliss.

The bed moved and I turned my head to see Edsel pulling off his
underwear. He winked at me and fondled his hard cock for me to see.
Getting on his knees, Edsel pulled my underwear all the way off and
next did the same for dad.

By now, I was full out humping my dad, and he was humping me back. His
big cock against my smaller abdomen felt amazing.

"Damn kiddo, you're a great little fucker. Nice rhythm," dad groaned
running his hands down my back and over my butt.

"Do you suck?" Edsel was pointing his beautiful sixteen year old cock
toward my face.

"I've never done anything except jack off with my buddies once," I
panted feeling the good pressure building inside my loins.

"Do you want to try to suck me?" Esdel asked. "I've never had a blowjob."

I leaned up to look at dad's face, not missing a humping motion.

"Go ahead, if you want," dad wiggled his eyebrows in a playful way.

"Okay, I'll try," I said.

Edsel inched forward and placed his boner against my lips. Not knowing
exactly what to do, I opened up and he slipped it in. I did have
enough sense to keep my teeth away from his skin, and began to feel
him with my tongue. He had a nice big head and I outlined it and even
tried to get the tip of my tongue into his slit. The pre-cum he was
making was sweet. Edsel started fucking my face in slow motion
allowing me to get the feel of going down on him.

"Oh fuck, you're doing good!" Edsel moaned.

"I'm getting close. Do you want to try and let me cum in your mouth?"
Edsel was taking short breaths.

Before I could answer he grabbed my head and held me on him.

"Sorry, buddy, I'm cumming! Fuucck! Oh Fuucck! Yeah, oh yeah! Take it!

The first jet hit the roof of my mouth. He slid in deeper. I could
feel his cum pooling in the back of my mouth. He began to taper off
and pumped my face a couple of more times before withdrawing. Not
knowing what to do with the mouthful, I swallowed. I liked it more
than I thought I would.

"Oh man, that was great!" Edsel tousled my hair. "You can suck me off
anytime you want!"

"Dad, do you want me to suck you off too?" I asked.

"Sure kiddo, if you want, but I have to warn you, I shoot a lot of
cum; more than most guys. In fact more than five or six guys
together," Dad said.

"I do too," I told dad as I scooted down in order to get to my prize.
I might only be thirteen, but damn he was all man and beautiful, and
he was my dad.

"Hey kiddo, also want you to know, that that not only was that Edsel
first blowjob, but this will be my first in over a year. Not much
action out here on the farm," Dad smiled gently pushing my head down
toward his cock.

"So that's why Edsel couldn't control it," I realized as dad's hard-on
entered my mouth. My heart pounded. My dad loved me and was letting me
suck him off.

"Oh shit, you might want to back off a little, because I'm going to
squirt hard," Dad groaned arching his hips up even though he was
telling me to back off a tad. He was excited, and I knew that I was
making him feel good in that private place between his legs.

"Here it cums you cute little cocksucker! Oh my god! Fuckin' christ!
Aaargghhh! Eat it! Don't pull off! There's more. Ooohhh hell yeah!
Suck it! Fuuuccckkk! Keep suckin'! Suck it! Aaaahhh!

Dad was right. I had to let some of his sweet cum droll back down his
thick shaft. I made a mental note to myself to learn to take all of
him. I wanted it. When he let his hips relax back on the bed, I
cleaned him up.

Looking up at him from between his legs, dad was smiling big.

"Come here kiddo," he sat up, reaching out, pulling me up over him.

Looking at Edsel, dad said, "Don't you tell anyone about this."

Grabbing my tiny butt, dad pulled my crotch toward his face. In one
gulp he engulfed me. I almost passed out from the wet warm feeling. So
this is what was so great about real sex. It was a thousand times
better, no; it was a million times better than I imagined. I moaned
aloud and couldn't control my hips. I fucked my dad's mouth pushing my
tiny pubes against his upper lip.

"Can I have some of that?" Edsel asked my dad. "Please"

Dad took his mouth off me and Edsel went down on me.

"I'm going to shoot," I panted.

Dad moved in beside Edsel and took me in his mouth. I started emptying
my balls in dad's warm mouth. I growled in a long exquisite wave of
pleasure. I felt dad's tongue massaging the underside of my thirteen
year old hard-on as I ejaculated cum in his mouth. Finally I stopped
spurting. Dad pulled off to swallow and Edsel cleaned up the overflow.

I knew I was going to like living on the farm with my dad and Edsel.

The End