Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 19:23:51 +0000
From: Monty A <amonty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex in the Family - Part One

This is a story of fiction and involves sex between male family members.

		       Sex in the Family -- Part One

My name is Peter and I am eighteen years old. My parents divorced when I
was fifteen and I have been living with my mother ever since then. My
father moved away to another state and I have not seen him very often. He
would usually come down to visit my older brother and me for holidays and
birthdays. Because I had not seem him that much in the past few years and
because I wanted to attend college in his state, I asked him if I could
spend the summer with him to get to know him better and to get acquainted
with the city that would become my home while at college. He immediately
said yes.

My dorm room would not be available until September, so I was to stay with
my father for the summer. That suited me fine as I wanted a chance to get
to know him better. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment and I'd have to
sleep on the sofa-bed in the living room.

At the end of June I packed my bags, said good-bye to my mother and brother
and headed off to my father's place. I was excited and nervous to be
spending so much time with him and it seemed like the three-hour flight
lasted just minutes.

My father greeted me when I got off the plane. I was happy to see his face
and great smile. My father is 38, (he was only eighteen when he married my
mother), 6 foot 2, with dark hair and blue eyes. Seeing him, I could tell
he works out regularly. He was wearing and pair of jeans and a white
t-shirt that was showing off his chiselled chest and muscular arms. And
from the bulge in his pants I imagined that he might be well endowed. I
decided that my own 8 inch cock must have come from his side of the
family. Not that I had ever seen his.

We hugged and said hello and then drove to the apartment that would be my
home for the next few months. We talked all the way home. It was as if we
had to catch up with lost time.

My father's apartment was a bit smaller than I had imaged. It consisted of
a living room, a kitchen, a small dining area and one bathroom. The living
room, kitchen and dining area were actually all together as no walls
separated them from each other. As for the bedroom, it wasn't really a
separate room as only a small wall separated it from the kitchen. There was
no door and when sitting in one of the chairs in the living room you could
see part of the bed.

My father had made room in his closet and emptied some drawers for me to
put my clothes in. I put my stuff away and went back to the kitchen to join
my father as he was preparing supper.

We ate and talked and laughed all night until it was time for bed. I
prepared the sofa-bad and climbed in wearing only my underwear. My father
turned down all the lights and went into the bathroom to take a shower
before going to bed.  The way the bathroom door was placed, whoever came
out of the bathroom had a direct view of the bedroom and the living room. I
settled in bed while I listened to the shower. Soon the water stopped and
my father stepped out. Just before he shut the light I was able to see that
he was nude. I didn't see much, but just the thought of him walking nude in
the apartment made my own cock spring to life. At this point I had never
had sex with a man, but I knew I was gay.  Would I get to see him nude
again? I was hoping I would. Soon we both fell asleep.

Because of the time difference, I woke up earlier that my father. Besides,
it was Saturday and he didn't have to work today. I didn't want to make any
noise as I could hear that he was still sleeping, but I had to pee. I got
up and made my way to the bathroom. The sun was slowly rising and bathed
the whole apartment in a faint light. As I approached the door, I glanced
at the bed and I stopped dead in my tracks. My father was sleeping but had
thrown off the covers, exposing himself completely. He was lying on his
back with his legs slightly spread and one arm on his abdomen.

I stared for a bit, forgetting I had to pee. Slowing my cock started
pressing against my underwear. Dare I get closer? I slowly approached to
get a better look. There was only one thing I wanted to see and there it
was, in all its glory! His uncut cock rested on his low-hanging ball
sack. His nuts were big and were actually resting on the mattress along
with the tip of his flaccid cock. It must have been at least 5 inches. I
continued staring, taking it all in: the dark pubic hair; the line of hair
going from his navel to the pubic hair and his hairy legs and arms. Funny,
he didn't seem to have any hair on his balls like I did.

While I stood there, the tip of my cock slowly pushed itself out of my
waistband, and precum slowly began leaking. Suddenly, my father shifted
positions and laid on his stomach, revealing to me the most beautiful pair
of buns I had ever seen. That sudden movement pulled me out of my reverie
and I turned and entered the bathroom.

I could feel my heart beat in my chest. I took off my underwear and started
beating my cock. I shot my load into the toilet. After, I peed, slipped on
my underwear, flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. My father
was still on his stomach. I couldn't hear him breathe but I figured he was
still asleep. I went back to my bed to wait for him to get up.

I must have fallen asleep for when I opened my eyes, my father was making
breakfast in the kitchen. He was wearing only a pair of loose-fitting
shorts which did a poor job of restraining his cock and balls as I could
see them move with every step he took. He apologized for what he was
wearing but he said that he usually walked nude in the house and thought
these shorts were a good compromise between being completely naked and
completely dressed and that he hoped I didn't mind. Of course I said no and
I joined him in the kitchen in my underwear.

We had breakfast, got dressed and headed out for the day. My father played
tourist guide all day. We must have walked miles, stopping only for lunch
and supper in a small restaurant.

It must have been around nine when we came back to the apartment. As soon
as he walked in the door, my father changed into his shorts and we sat in
the living room to watch a bit of television. I sat on the sofa while he
sat in the chair across from the television set. We watched TV and talked
about the day.  After a while my father crossed one of his legs over his
knee. When he did that, I saw his cock and balls plop out of the leg of his
shorts onto the seat of the chair.  He didn't seem to notice, but I
certainly did! What a sight! Soon I was watching my father more than I was
watching TV. I shifted on the sofa to make sure my father wouldn't see my
growing hardon.

After a while we went to bed but I had trouble sleeping. The sight of my
father's cock had made me horny and I couldn't think of anything else.
Finally I heard my father's rhythmic breathing telling me he had fallen
asleep. I took off my underwear, and with my 8 inch cock flapping against
my stomach and dripping precum, I went to the bathroom to beat off. It was
one of the best orgasms I had ever had. I shot my load in the palm of my
hand and licked it all off, imagining I was eating my father's cum. I then
went back to bed and fell asleep.

I woke up early again the next Sunday morning but this time I didn't hear
my father breathing like the day before. Instead, I was hearing some
slurping and low moaning sounds. What could he be doing? I got up, still
naked from the night before, and slowly approached the bedroom. I went
behind the small wall separating the bedroom from the kitchen. From there I
could look into the bedroom without being seen (I hoped!). From there I
could see the side of the bed and my father in it. Wow! He was nude, lying
on his back with his legs bent over his shoulders! He was sucking his own
cock!

His erect cock must have been at least 10 inches long and he could actually
put a few inches of it into his mouth. I had never seen anything like
that. He pumped his cock with his right hand while he pinched his nipples
with his left.  Sometimes he would take his cock out of his mouth and lick
the underside of the shaft. Then he would take his balls in his mouth one
at a time and suck on them.  What a turn on! My own cock was rock hard and
dripping precum on the floor.

Right before he came, he placed both his hands on the bed and just fucked
his face with his own cock. He went faster and faster, his moans filling
the room, until he pulled out his cock, stuck out his tongue and shot his
load on it, swallowing every drop. He then slowly lowered his legs onto the
bed.

Not wanting to get caught, I quietly went back to my bed, but as soon and I
pulled the covers over me and felt them on my cock, I started shooting my
load.  Trying hard not to moan, I pulled off the covers and spewed my hot
cum all over my chest. I stayed there for a while, not moving, trying to
hear if my father was going back to sleep. Instead, heard him get up and he
went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Had he heard me? Had he seen me with cum all over my chest? I didn't know.
But while he was in the bathroom, I hurriedly grabbed a paper towel from
the kitchen and cleaned myself off. I then put on my underwear, jumped into
bed and pretended to sleep. When I heard my father preparing breakfast I
got up and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out, I saw
my father wiping the floor with a paper towel. Seeing him I realized that
he must have been wiping my precum that had leaked from my cock while I was
watching him selfsuck. I felt he blood rush to my cheeks. Did he know what
I had been doing?  When he finished, he stood up and said "Good morning,
Son!" and turned around to throw away the towel. I wasn't sure but I
thought I saw a sparkle in those blue eyes of his.