Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2010 22:17:46 -0600
From: Matti Kirjailija <matti_kirjailija@me.com>
Subject: Seth, chapter 3, 4 - Gay incest section

Seth

Chapter three

By Matti Kirjailija


	"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Paul shouted to the backs of the
two boys running up the stairs in Mike's home.  Next to him, Mike stifled a
snort of amusement.

	"We won't!" Todd called, a moment before his bedroom door slammed
shut.

	"You just gave them permission to do almost anything.  You know
that, don't you?" Mike murmured, as he and Paul walked through the house,
toward the kitchen.

	"Good!" Paul smiled, grabbing his friend by the waist and pulling
him into a tight embrace, accompanied by a lengthy kiss.  "By extension, my
statement gives me permission to do anything . . . yes?"

	"I thought you were here to play with the boys."

	"I am.  Whether you know it or not, Mike, you are one of the boys
. . . unless you've had some drastic surgery since we last saw one
another."

	Mike laughed and shook his head, gesturing toward the patio, as he
handed his friend a cold beer.  "Nope, all my parts are intact, a fact I
hope to prove to both you and Seth, later in the evening."

	"So," Paul began, as he sank into the cushions of one of the chaise
lounges on Mike's patio, cradling his beer.  The weather was pleasantly
warm, 'just perfect to be lounging around naked,' he thought.  'I'll have
to wait for Mike to suggest it, though.'  He didn't think his host would
mind him immediately stripping down, but, since he was a guest, he thought
it best to wait for his host to make the first steps, both as far as
stripping, as well as any sexual activities which might take place, either
between the two adults, or the adults and the boys.

	"So," he repeated, glancing to his left, where dark-haired Mike was
watching him, wearing a slight smile.  "While we're waiting for the boys to
finish with whatever they're up to, why don't you tell me about how you and
Todd got started . . . with one another.  And," he emphasized, "why you
never told me about what you were doing."

	Mike turned toward his guest and sat cross-legged on the chaise.
"Um, I didn't tell you, because I didn't know what you'd say about your
best friend fucking his own son.  I thought you might freak on me, and I
didn't want that to happen.  besides, Todd had been told not to tell anyone
about what we do, and I figured I should follow the same rules as he."

	Mike squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Damn, if there weren't times, though, when I'd liked to have told you
about it.  Todd is a horny little fucker, and I'm sure he'd love to have
someone doing him in addition to me."  Mike drank from his beer bottle.
"if I'd had any idea that you'd be open to the idea, believe me, I'd have
had you over in a minute.  Like I told you at the restaurant, the other
day; ever since Todd and I started playing, I've had this fantasy of seeing
another man mount him.

	"I've watched myself in the mirror, as we play, but I think it'd be
especially cool to watch someone else push into him."  Mike caught Paul's
eye.  "Now that I know about Seth and you, I've amended my fantasy.  I'd
still like to see someone . . . you . . . on top of Todd, at the same time
I'm pushing into Seth."  He grinned.  "I'm hoping that I'll be able to last
a little longer than the first time I had him, over at Blake's.  Damn, I
was so excited by that entire scene that I'm surprised I didn't pop the
minute the head of my dick pushed past his sphincter."  He shook his head.
"It's unbelievably sexy to do Todd, but . . . somehow . . . it was even
more exciting to do Seth.  Probably because he was someone new; I don't
know.  Whatever it was, I would like to experience it again . . . with you
and Todd next to me, this time.

"Sounds to me, as if Todd isn't the only horny little fucker in the
family," Paul chuckled.  'Okay,' he thought to himself.  'When do we fill
this fantasy of yours?  I'm already hard!'

	Mike snorted.  "I've always enjoyed sex; you know that."  Paul
grinned and nodded.  "Hell," Mike said, "I enjoyed getting all the
neighborhood guys naked, years before I had any clue being naked could lead
to other things.  Then, geez, once I learned about shooting a load!"  He
shook his head.  "I wanted to suck off every man I knew."  His eyes flicked
to his friend.  "Except, for some reason, you."  He shook his head.  "You
have always been too important to me to risk our friendship over something
like shooting a load.  I mean, hell, I dreamt of doing stuff with you.  I
jacked off thinking about doing things with you.  I just never worked up
the nerve to suggest it.  I was afraid I might lose you as a friend."  Mike
lowered his eyes.  "I didn't want that to happen."

	"So, okay," Paul said, as Mike paused, once again, to adjust
himself.  "I understand why you didn't tell me about what was going on.
So, how'd you guys start?  You say you've been playing for over a year, so
it couldn't have started with that teacher at the school, telling all the
boys to ask their fathers about all the things which he didn't have the
freedom to discuss."

	"Yeah, you're right.  Everything between Todd and me started when
one of his friends, Pete, was spending the night.  The boys had disappeared
into Todd's room, right after dinner, and I hadn't heard anything from
them.  That's nothing unusual though.  Many times, I've knocked on the door
to find them avidly watching a television program, or something.  On that
night, I was in the living room, watching television, thinking about
heading to bed, when Todd yelled, asking if I could I could come to the
bedroom and talk to him and Pete about something."

	Mike smiled crookedly.  "I didn't have a clue what they wanted to
talk about, but I figured I'd head off to bed after answering whatever
question they had.  So, I turned off the lights in the living room and
headed down the hallway, yawning, and hoping whatever they wanted to know
wouldn't take too much time to dispose of."  Mike shook his head in
recollection.  "Well, Todd's bedroom door wasn't completely closed, but he
and I have this thing about honoring one another's privacy, so I knocked a
couple times.

	"Both boys simultaneously called for me to come in."  Mike squeezed
himself, recalling the scene.  "Geez, Paul!  Both boys were sitting, with
their backs against the bed's headboard.  They were both naked.  Their legs
were spread wide, overlapping one another's, and they were hard!  There was
no way I could have imagined the jolt of pure lust which swept over me,
seeing those two guys.  Until that moment, I'd never thought of Todd, or
any of his friends, that way.  But, there I was, with an instant erection,
having difficulty breathing, as they casually played with themselves and
smiled at me.  If I hadn't known better, I would have bet that they were
quietly laughing at the effect they were having on me.  As it was, I don't
really think they had any idea what I was experiencing.

	"I tried to be so cool.  Instead of asking what they were doing, or
anything, I quietly closed the bedroom door . . . I don't really know why.
I mean, no one else was in the house, but it seemed the right thing to
do. Then I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the foot of the bed.  I
don't think either of the boys had any idea how flustered I was.  I guess I
was playing for time, trying to settle myself down."

	Paul sat forward, and was watching his friend with wide eyes,
absorbing every word.

"What's on your mind?" I . . . somehow . . . managed to say.

	Mike chuckled.  "I think I disappointed them.  I guess they were
doing their best to shock me, or something."  Paul's laugh joined Mike's,
as he imagined the situation his friend faced.

	"So," Paul asked, finding that myriad fantasies had sprung to mind.
He was like his friend Mike.  Until he'd had sex with Seth, he'd never
. . . once . . . thought of a young boy in a sexual way.  'Now,' he said to
himself, 'that is about all I seem to think of.  "What'd they want?  Don't
tell me they were forward enough to ask you to fuck 'em?"

	Mike shook his head.  "No.  If they had, I probably would have
passed out, or something.  Todd told me that Pete's father wasn't as cool
as I was, when it came to talking about sex."  He shrugged.  "I never
thought of myself as . . . cool, but I wasn't going to argue with his
opinion."

	"Dad gets all red, and embarrassed, when I ask him anything," Pete
broke in.  "When I told Todd about it, he said that you're really cool
about sex stuff."

	"So," Todd interrupted.  "I . . . we . . . are wondering if you'd
talk to us about . . . stuff . . . answering our questions, n'all."

	Mike looked at his friend.  "Damn, Paul, there I was, being asked
to explain the birds and bees, not only to my own son, but to a friggin'
neighbor's, as well!  I thought a couple moments, wondering what Pete's
father would do if he found out I was talking to his boy, but figured,
considering how badly he handled Pete's questions, that he'd probably thank
me.

	"So . . . I said, trying to get comfortable and not let them see
how hard I was.  That was tough to do.  I mean I was really hard, and I
could feel my pre-cum start to ooze out . . . just like now."  He unfolded
himself from his cross-legged position and leaned against the back cushion,
spreading his legs and resting a foot on the patio, one on each side of the
lounge.  He reached beneath the waistband of his shorts and adjusted
himself, then removed his hand and licked his fingers, giving Paul a
mischievous smile.

	"I figured I'd better not stand up, because, if I stood, it'd
probably look as if I wet myself.  I've always produced a lot of juice, so
. . . I didn't want to stand up and let them see.  Once I'd gotten
reasonably comfortable I turned back to them.  What is it you guys want to
talk about?"  Mike paused, recalling how the boys' eyes were shifting from
the swell of his crotch to his face, and then to their own erections.

	"Sex," Pete laughed, as he tried to control his voice.

	Todd turned to his friend and frowned.  "Of course we want to talk
about sex, dummy," he said, nudging the boy next to him.  "Why else could
we be wondering about?  I mean, we're sitting here naked n'all!  We didn't
ask Dad to come back here to talk about the weather or something."

	Pete gave Todd's father an embarrassed look.  "Yeah, yeah, okay.
I'm nervous."

	"You're sitting here, showing my dad your hard dick, and you're
nervous about asking him a question?"  Todd rolled his eyes and shook his
head in disbelief.

	Mike smiled, as he described the scene to his friend.  "I tried not
to laugh at the boys.  Whether he knew it or not, Todd was as nervous as
his friend.  He was just covering it a little better.  Their nervousness
made me feel a little better."

	"What's masturbation?" Todd asked, stumbling a little over the
word.  "We've heard some of the guys at school talk about it . . . older
guys . . . but . . ."  His voice sort of trailed off into nothingness.

	"I asked my older brother to tell me about it," Pete said, "but all
he did was give me a weird look and told me to get lost, or jump off a high
cliff, or something."

	"So, there I was, Paul, talking about masturbation to two kids.
They knew absolutely nothing about it.  I was proud of myself.  I told them
everything I could think of, and managed to maintain control of my voice,
even though it was obvious, by the way they were playing with themselves,
that they were excited by what I was telling them.

	"I managed to control my voice, that is, until Todd looked at me
with those big eyes of his and asked if, instead of just telling them about
jacking off, I'd show them.  I guess my mouth must have been hanging open,
or something, because they suddenly got this worried look on their faces
. . . like they'd done something seriously wrong.  I tried to assure them
that I was just a little surprised at the request, and told them that most
boys sort of learn about it on their own, or from a friend, or something."

	"Well . . . you're my best friend," Todd said, matter-of-factly."

	"Hey!" Pete said.  "I thought I was your best friend."

	Todd shook his head, as if he were speaking to a particularly dull
witted person.  "There are friends, Pete, and there are friends!  No one
can ever be a better friend than Dad!"

	Mike looked at Paul.  "Hearing that was so cool.  But, my
precocious little boy wasn't through.  He turned back to me.

	"Besides," he said, trying to sound reasonable, "You've seen me
naked, yet I've never seen you with no clothes on.  C'mon, Dad," he begged.
"Are you afraid of showing us your dick?  We're showing you ours."

	"I tell you, Paul, I was pretty much in some sort of daze.  Damn, I
wanted nothing more than to strip off and show them a lot more than what
jacking off is like.  I was shaking, I was so turned on by the entire
thing!"

	"So, what happened?" Paul asked, excited by his friend's
description.  "Did you make them beg, or what?  Or, are you going to make
me beg?"  He grinned.  "I've seen that thing you have hanging between your
legs.  I'd certainly beg."  He grinned.  "Maybe you were afraid of scaring
them?" he asked, raising his brows.  Actually, he and Mike were about the
same size, but, he thought, 'It never hurts to tell a guy how impressive
his dick is.'

	Mike looked pleased by the compliment.  "No, no begging.  When I
stood up, both boys realized I was going to strip for them, so they scooted
to the edge of the bed to watch.  I didn't have much to strip off though.
Since it was in the middle of summer, I was only wearing a pair of old gym
shorts, and my underwear.  When I stood up, even though I was still wearing
my shorts, Pete licked his lips, and I about shot," Mike told his friend,
who was watching him with wide eyes, the beer in his hand forgotten.

	'I'm wondering how Paul and Seth got started,' Mike thought, to
himself, promising himself to ask his friend.  'Now that we've gotten all
this out in the open, maybe we can work out something where I can watch
Paul stretch Todd's hole.'  He grinned to himself.  'Of course, I'd sure
like to pump a couple more loads into little Seth.'

	Mike returned to the story.  "Geez," Pete groaned, nodding to the
bulge in the front of my shorts.  "Would you look at that?  My dad would
never let me see him all hard n'all, even if he was wearing his sweats or
something."  He turned to Todd.  "This is so cool!  Is your dad huge or
what?"

	"Pete shivered with excitement and scooted closer to where I was
standing."  Mike grinned, in recollection.  "If he'd been any closer the
head of my dick would have wiped a wet line across his face, when I freed
it from my shorts!

	"I remember taking a deep breath, then slowly pushing my shorts
down, and standing there with my hard dick pulsing.  I couldn't look at the
boys.  It wasn't from embarrassment, but . . . I don't know.  I knew I
shouldn't be doing what I was doing, but damn, it was exciting.  I tell
you, Paul.  I can't begin to describe the feeling of standing there,
exposing myself to two kids.  I'd never even thought of doing what I was
doing, but . . . there I was!  Y'know what I mean?"

	Paul nodded, recalling his experiences with his own son.

	Mike picked up the story.  "I'd finally decided I could handle
looking at them without spontaneously shooting, so I focused on something
other than the opposite side of the bedroom.  Both boys alternated between
looking at one another, and looking at me."

	"Um, ah," Pete began.  "Can you do what you were telling us about?
Can you make it shoot, so we can see your sperm?  I mean, you're all hard
n'stuff . . . already . . ."  His voice trailed off.  "Um . . . I was just
. . . wondering."

	"Can I feel it?" Todd asked.  "It's so big!"

	"I took one of those shuddering breaths and nodded, praying I
wouldn't spray either of them in the face, the moment I felt their hands on
my dick.  I still didn't trust my voice, so I just jerked 'em a nod.

	"Dammit, Paul, both boys were leaning close enough that I could
feel their breath on my cock!  I thought for a moment that one of them
might open up and start sucking on it!"

	"Oh, yeah," Pete instantly added, liking the idea of fondling an
adult penis.  "Me, too . . . May I feel it, too . . . please?" he added, as
an afterthought.

	"I just nodded, pushing away all thoughts of what Pete's father
would say about what I was doing with his son.  I mean, hell, talking about
sex is one thing.  Standing in front of them, sporting a raging erection,
and saying it was okay for them to feel me up, was another thing, entirely.
It was only a matter of time before I was jerking off for them!"

	"Fuck, Mike," Paul murmured.  "This is so damned hot!"

	Both boys slid off the bed and stood before me, not quite sure what
to do.  "Go ahead," I murmured.  "You wanted to touch me."  I turned my
hips from side to side, causing my cock to sway, capturing the boys'
attention.  I was really starting to enjoy what was happening; I wanted to
be nasty."  Mike sighed, and glanced at Paul, who was watching him with
wide eyes.  "I wanted to . . . but I didn't.  Geez, I didn't want to scare
'em off, or anything.  "So, instead of doing what I was thinking about, I
told them to do what they wanted, telling them they were free to play with
my cock, my balls, my butt, my . . . asshole."  He grinned mischievously at
Paul.  "I had to be a little nasty, okay?"  Paul smiled and shrugged.
"So," Mike continued, "I gave them permission to do anything they felt
like."

	Instead of jumping on me, like I sort of expected, they both sat
there looking like deer caught in the headlights of a car.  They had gotten
way more than they ever expected, and didn't know how to handle it."

	Mike chuckled, as he recalled things.  "Go ahead," Pete murmured.
"He's your dad.  You go first."  Todd nodded once; then, after checking
with me to make sure what he was about to do was okay, he tentatively
reached out and wrapped a hand around my erection.

	"So cool," he murmured, almost to himself, then looked up and
grinned tentatively, as he rubbed a thumb over the head of my penis.
"Thanks, Dad . . . for letting us do this."  He smeared the oozing pre-cum
around the head, then looked at his finger, wearing a slight frown.

	"Is this sperm?" he asked me.  "You didn't already shoot, did you?"

	"No, that's pre-cum . . . a lubricant," I explained.  "Producing it
shows how excited a guy is.  I normally produce lots.  I imagine you'll do
the same, in a couple years."

	"So, what was Pete doing while Todd was lubing-up the head of your
dick?" Paul asked.

	"Pete hustled to Todd's side, then knelt on the carpet, and began
to feel my scrotum."  Mike turned to Paul.  "I've always loved having my
nuts played with, and Pete, whether he knew it or not, was driving me
crazy, shifting my testicles in their sac."  Paul watched his friend stare
into the distance, while absently toying with his balls.  He sighed deeply,
then gave his friend a crooked smile.

	"Something I'd said finally registered with Pete."

	"You said we could feel your butt," he said.  "Why'd we want to do
that?  And, your asshole?"  He hesitated, as if he were afraid he might be
criticized for using a forbidden word.

	"I was about to go into lecture mode about the pleasures of anal
stimulation, when Todd found my hole and pressed a finger against it.
Damn!" he turned to his friend.  "Having my boy playing with my asshole was
even more crazy-making than when Pete was playing with my nuts.

	"Does that feel good, Dad?" Todd asked, as he ran a finger around
my hole.  I couldn't do much more than nod, and spread my legs slightly, to
give him better access.

	"Oh . . . Todd . . .," I finally managed.  "You have absolutely no
idea how good."

	"I like playing with myself, back there," Todd murmured, barely
loud enough for me to hear.  "D'ya think that . . . sometime . . . you can
do this to me?" he asked.  Before I could answer, he continued.  "Um, what
happens if you stick your finger in?  Have you done that?"

	"I nodded, looking down to where he knelt, looking up at me, and
told him that I'd love to do some butt-play with him, but just the two of
us."

	"I couldn't believe the smile he gave me."

	"You'd do that with me?  Geez, that'd be so cool."

	Pete seemed totally unaware of what Todd and I were discussing, and
single-mindedly pursued the thing of most interest to him. "Are you gonna
be able to make it shoot for us, Mister Steele?" he asked.  "It'd be
awesome to see that."

	"You bet!"  Mike grinned, as both boys jumped to their feet and
looked at him, as if expecting his cock to instantaneously erupt in an
orgasm.  "Relax, guys," he chuckled.  "Let me lay down.  I'm getting all
wobbly, 'cause you guys are making me feel so good."  He ruffled his son's
hair, as well as that of the boy's friend, Pete.  "You guys have done such
a good job getting me all excited, though, that I don't think it's going to
take too long for me to shoot."  He sat on the edge of the bed and lay
back, his feet flat on the floor, with a boy on either side of him.

	"Is it alright for me to touch you while I'm doing it, Todd?" Mike
asked.  "I think it'd be cool to be touching you while I'm masturbating."

	"Sure!  But you need to touch Pete, too."  Both boys scrambled into
a position where Mike could toy with their small erections.  "Y'gonna play
with my butt, Dad?" Todd asked.

	"What say, we save that for later?  Right now, let's just do this,
okay?"

	"Later," Todd agreed.  "I'll remember you said that."

	"Believe me, little boy," Mike chuckled, feeling his erection throb
at the thought of playing with his son's asshole.  "There is no way I could
forget!"

	Mike began to slowly stimulate himself with one hand, while playing
with his son's cock with the other.  After a few moments, he switched hands
and played with Pete's.  "Holy fuck," he moaned, as a tremor ran through
his body.  "I'm about ready to shoot, boys," he said, changing hands once
more.  When he shot, he wanted to be playing with his little boy's cock.

	"Aww, fuck," he groaned, the muscles of his body tightening.  He
opened his eyes long enough to see that both boys' attention was riveted on
the movement of his hand over his slippery penis.  "Here . . . you . . . go
. . . boys," he managed to say, a moment before his orgasm took him. His
back arched, and he pumped out three thick strands of sperm onto his chest
and belly.

	Both boys' eyes widened as Mike's cock pulsed, and the first jet of
sperm splashed over his stomach and chest.  The second left a shorter
trail, this time over his belly; and the third puddled in his dense mat of
pubic hair.  'Someday, I'm gonna be able to do that!' they both thought,
already determined to begin practicing for that future day.

	"Damn!" Mike sighed, slowly beginning to relax.  He smiled,
blearily, at one boy, then the other.  "Why don't you guys touch it?" he
suggested.  "It's slippery, and tastes kinda good," he said, in a vague
invitation for them to lick him clean.

	Pete tentatively rubbed his fingertips through the liquid on Mike's
chest.  Todd, on the other hand, grasped his father's slippery erection and
imitated the strokes Mike had used to bring himself to orgasm, grinning
proudly as he squeezed out a large dollop of pearly liquid, which perched
on the head of his father's penis.  He caught his father's eye, then
glanced to the pearlescent liquid.  He bit his lower lip, and concentrated
on scooping up the liquid with his finger; then closely examined it before
wiping it over his lips, and licking them clean.

	"Euwww!"  Pete made a face, as he watched his friend lick his
finger clean.  "I'm not gonna do that," he declared.

	Both Mike and his son ignored the other boy.  "Can you do it
again?" Pete asked, "Or, do you have to wait awhile?"

	"I have to wait a little bit.  You guys took a lot out of me,
y'know.  Having you both nearby was super exciting.  I enjoyed it, a lot."

	"Me, too, Mister Steele," Pete said, absently wiping his sticky
finger on the bed sheets.  He leaned forward and gave the older man an
awkward hug, then scooted off the bed and trotted out of the bedroom.
"Gotta go pee."

	"Thanks, Dad," Todd said.  "You are so cool to do this for Pete
n'me."

	"You're pretty cool yourself," Mike grinned, then glanced to where
his son continued to slowly stroke the still-hard cock.  "Are you going to
keep playing with me until I'm ready to go again?  It'll be a while,
y'know."

	"Uh, no," Todd grinned, glancing from his father to the bedroom
door.  "I'm glad Pete's gone, though, 'cause I wanna taste more of your
sperm, and I thought it might freak Pete.  He's not very daring," Todd
said, seriously.  "I don't wanna lick my fingers anymore, though," he
continued.  "Can I lick your dick?  Can I clean it off for you?"

	"Geez, Todd, that'd be so cool!" Mike managed, suddenly short of
breath.  "But, you only do that if you really want to.  You've already
tasted it.  You don't have to do anything else.  What I'm saying is, don't
do something just to prove that you're more daring than Pete, okay?"

	"Deal," Todd said, scrambling to his knees at his father's side.
He grinned, then, without any hesitation, leaned forward and engulfed the
head of his father's erection with his mouth.

	"Can you play with me while I do this?" Todd asked, then returned
to the head of his father's cock.  At his father's first touch, he groaned.
A few moments later, he finished licking the head of the penis clean, and
began slurping and sucking up all of the liquifying sperm coating his
father's belly and chest, stopping only long enough to turn to his father,
and smile.  "I love the taste," he said, then licked a few sticky strands
of jiz from his lips.  "This is way awesome!"  He licked across his
father's chest, then kissed one of the older man's nipples.  "Thanks,
again, Dad," he murmured, as he knelt at his father's side and leaned over
to kiss him on the lips.  "You are so cool."


~ to be continued ~


	If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other
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Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add
to his stories.  I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit.
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