Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 19:12:37 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Salisbury to San Diego" Part seven, gay/incest

At a quarter till four I made my way to the gym. It was pretty quiet and I
was able to get a good work out in. I was really pumped up and sweaty.

At five thirty all the after work guys started crowding in the gym and that
was my cue to get going. I just left on my workout shorts and tank top and
headed over to Joe's. The workout had calmed me down enough that I wasn't
as nervous as I was before.

I got to his house and parked out on the street. I saw his truck in the
driveway. I walked up and knocked on the door. It opened and there was Joe,
er, my Dad, well what do I call him? I was sort of in a trance.

"Hi, you must be Tony?" He said. He was standing there in running shorts
and a tank top...looking really hot.......

Part seven:

"Hi, ah...." I couldn't get words out. This was so weird. I didn't know
what to do. The dude was totally hot but he was my Father. What the hell
was I doing.

"You ok bud?" he asked. He must be thinking I was a total dork.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry." I recovered. "I am Tony. Nice to meet you" I
held out my hand and he took it. We shook briefly and then the showed me
inside.

"Have a seat and I'll get you a beer if you'd like, or would you prefer
something else?" He stay standing.

"No, ah, beers fine, thanks" I found my self a seat on the couch.

I looked around and took it all in. My Father's house. It was very neat and
comfortable. Nothing really expensive stood out. The usual stuff most
people have in their homes I would imagine.

Joe, er Dad, came back with two Budweiser's and sat down on the couch with
me. "Thanks" I said.

"You're welcome" he replied and we touched bottles in a mock toast. "So
tell me about yourself. Rob said you just moved here. From where?"

I didn't want to say New York. I didn't know how much he knew of Mother's
life. "Connecticut, I went to school there. I grew up in the east and
thought it was about time I saw the West Coast before I made a decision
where I would continue my education."

"So I take it you went to a good school. You sound very well educated. Why
San Diego?"

"Why not San Diego. Los Angeles is growing too fast and spread out. I like
the ocean but San Diego seems to have more of an ocean culture than Los
Angeles. LA seems to just be too big. If I do go to school in California it
would either be here or in the north. Not LA."

"I see. You have a good head on your shoulders and seem to know what you
want. What type of sport did you play?"

"I was a wrestler" I took a sip of beer. I was getting nervous again. It
was like I was telling my Father for the first time about my life. And I
was!

"That explains the body. You look like a wrestler. Did you do well?"

"Very" That was all that was needed. One area of confidence I had that
could not be broken was my ability on the mat.

"I see. Well. We have time. Would you like another beer before we get
started?"

Would I? Of course I would. Anything to get these butterflies in my stomach
to calm down. "Well, yes, that would be great"

Joe got up and went to the kitchen. On he way back he said, "Take off your
shoes and socks. Get comfortable. I'm pretty laid back and want you to
relax." He dropped off my beer and went to the stereo. It seems he had some
Reggae music cued up and put it on. It was on a reel to reel believe it or
not. Wasn't very loud and it was soothing. "I hope you like this" I did and
nodded as such. He sat back down.

I toed off my sneakers and then took off my socks. I had on my gym shorts,
a jock and a tank top. I knew my scent was traveling in the room but so was
his. He was very masculine and it showed. But the biggest effect on me was
his scent. It over powered mine. I liked that. We listened to the music for
a while in a sort of agreed silence.

I wasn't horny, yet, but I knew it was in the air. God I was a pervert. On
the sensible side of my brain I knew this was my Father and that nothing
could happen. But the crazed horny teenager side was telling me this was a
hot man and I would be crazy to pass up a night with him.

"Well, you want to see the massage room?" he asked as matter of fact.

"Sure" and we both got up and I followed him to the hallway. It seemed to
be a three bedroom house. We passed a closed door. Then a bathroom. then on
the left was the master bedroom. Very neat and tidy I must admit. And at
the end of the hallway on the right was the 'massage room'. He led me in.
The walls had a deep earth tone to them. There was a massage table in the
middle. A fichus tree in the corner. And a sliding glass door leading out
to a patio. The patio had redwood privacy screens so it was well shaded.
The sun was going down anyway but there was still a lot of light outside.

"Why don't you get undressed. Put your things on that table over there and
I will go warm up the oil. Just let me know when your are settled. There is
a towel on the table to cover your butt. Just lay on your stomach and
relax." He said as he collected the bottle of what I assumed was oil to
bring it to warm in the other room.

I, of course, didn't take long to disrobe as  I didn't have much on. There
was a mirror on the far wall and I took a moment to take myself in. I could
still use some more color but that would be taken care of soon enough. I
laid down and placed the towel on my butt the best I could. "All set" I
yelled out.

"Be right in" I heard.

I put my face in the space provided and waited patiently. Then I heard him
come in. I turned my head a bit and saw him walk over to a table about the
height of the massage table and put down the oil and a couple of extra
towels. I also notice he had removed his shirt. He only had on the skimpy
running shorts he had on earlier.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"Yep"

"Good. Just relax and let me take control." he said.

That was ok with me. But I wasn't sure how far I was willing to let him
take control.

He started with fixing the towel that I had placed on my butt. He folded it
and re folded it and I swear he lifted it up for a time to look at my
crack. But that may have been my imagination. But it did seem that the area
that the towel had covered before was a lot smaller. I just took a deep
breath and tried to relax.

I then felt the oil on my shoulders. "warm enough for you Tony?" It was
nice and soothing.

"Yes, Thank You"

Then the massage began. My neck and shoulders were first. It was amazing.
Very soothing and relaxing. I almost forgot why I was there or who I was
with. I felt his hand go down my back. Felt very much like an expert at
work. My spine was appreciating the work anyway.

Just before he got to my lower back he removed his hands. He moved down the
table to my feet. I didn't know that feet being massaged could feel like
this. It was so awesome. He must have spent five minutes on each foot. Then
a little time on my ankles and lower calves. I was so relaxed I was in
heaven.

There was no noise. Well some noise from the traffic outside. And a little
Reggae music in the background. But I could hear his breathing, and mine.

He moved up my legs. Spending a generous amount of time on each one. I felt
as if I was being teased as his hands went up and down my thighs.

I turned my head putting my right ear on the head support. That's when I
noticed that Joe had also removed his shorts. He was totally naked as he
massaged me. that is when my relaxation went to horny. His perfect body was
on display and I liked it.

He then moved up higher on both my thighs. My ass cheeks were in reach. I
felt the towel being removed completely. There was no longer a need for
modesty and I understood that. He moved up higher. He was pouring oil on my
cheeks. Then he was massaging my glutes. It felt so good. There was not way
for him to know that I had decided that I was a total bottom. But he sure
seemed like he knew. He slowly pulled my legs apart and then poured some
more oil in my trench.

I was moaning by this point. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then I
felt his weight on the table. He was going from my ass cheeks to my
shoulders with his hands. Giving me a hard massage. And I was hard. That
was true.

Then he stopped. Seemed to be thinking of something. There he was, kneeling
between my legs behind me, and he was thinking. I felt his hands again.
Spreading my cheeks. Massaging me while he did it. Spread them wide. Then
his tongue. He was eating my ass. And he was doing an awesome job. I moaned
like a French whore. I think I even pushed my ass into his face. It was
intense.

It felt like a long time. But I know it couldn't have been. His tongue was
reaching places I didn't know a tongue could. I felt his spit running down
to my balls. I was opening up for him. I didn't know what I should do.
Should I participate, lay there, keep pushing back. Let him know that I
wanted this? It didn't seem to matter. As I was thinking all these things
he stayed in control.

He climbed over my back. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He
spoke, "I'm sorry. I'm usually in control but I'm losing control. You have
some effect on me I can't contain."  He reached over and grabbed the oil
and put some more in my crack. He must have coated his cock with it too. I
felt the head of his cock at my hole. It was coming in and I pushed back. I
couldn't wait. I wanted it. I had to have it.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"Don't be" I replied.

And that's when he entered me fully. He slid right in. If felt so good, so
right. I had to have him fuck me right.

"Don't hold back" is all I said. And he didn't. I swear that table was
going to collapse. He started to pound me. Hard.

I moaned and begged for him to keep going. There didn't seem to be a
problem with that.

I was a power bottom in heat and he was my breeder. It was so dramatic and
intense.

And just as fast as it all started it was over. He had rubbed over my
prostate more times than I could stand and when he felt my ass tighten up
because I was cumming he started to cum. I felt his cock expand in my ass
then I swear I could count the number of volleys he had let loose in me.

The sweat. The smell. The heavy breathing. It was all there. He collapsed
on my back. Still kissing my neck and starting to hug me. I felt loved.

His cock shrank and it sort of fell out. It might have had help from the
cum running out of me. He held me for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I mean, I'm all about providing
happy endings for clients, and maybe a little more. But I was beside
myself. I couldn't wait. I just don't know what to say." He was beside
himself alright. He was babbling like a little school girl. I was a bit
overcome as well. I couldn't speak. I just laid there breathing. Sweet
breath.

He lifted himself off the table. He backed off of me and stood up. I laid
there looking at him.

"I can't charge you. This isn't right. Something happened. Did you feel
it?" he asked.

I just nodded yes. I didn't know what to say.

"You're just beautiful. I knew it from the moment I opened the door. I had
a weird feeling in my gut. But I had no idea. The effect you have on me."
he went on.

He had the same effect on me but I remained silent.

"I'm not sure I can have you as a client, but can I see you again?" he
added.

"I'm not sure what to say..."

"Say yes." is all he said.


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