Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 03:44:59 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Speedos and Summer

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Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son
incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own
incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is
not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority.

I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Speedos and Summer

To see dad in speedos was like watching a golden god from Mount Olympus. At
6'4" with a mop of blonde sun-streaked hair he towered over mortals. Finely
chiselled features and a gaze from blue orbs could stop anyone in their
tracks. And that smile - mesmerizing. His golden muscles were dusted with
light brown hair the covered the chest then trailed down his abs, danced
about his naval then poured lower into the nylon. The legs, thick and
meaty, were also forests of golden hair. His jock butt was round and firm
and his pouch...  Full. Packed. The stuff of this young boys dreams. My
god. My dad.
    We would pass the pigskin by the hour falling into easy
conversation. His muscles expanding, loosening, contracting as he gently
spun the football in my direction. His movements were those of an athlete -
graceful and determined. His encouragement had me mimicking his stance and
pitch and in a surprisingly short amount of time my own passing skills had
greatly improved. His praise was my honey; his movements my feast.
    One Friday afternoon after I had bicycled home from the local pool I
found several packages on my bed. I first spied the football helmet and
immediately knew the packages had to have my football gear. I let out a
squeal of delight as I dove into the boxes: pants, shirt, socks, footwear,
jock, cup. Shutting the door I stripped and donned the sports gear. The
shoulder pads were tricky but everything was easy. Soon in the mirror was
the latest football star; crouched and ready for the tackle. I grunted. I
moved. This stance. This attack. I was the star.
    A light rap at the door and my "come in" brought the god into my room.
    "Very tough. The star of Green Bay" dad enthused. He stood back taking
in my full form. "You like?"
    "I like".
    He hovered over me as he adjusted the shoulder pads. "Better?".
    "Better".
    "And the cup?". He stunned me by grabbing my crotch though I couldn't
directly feel his fingers. He chuckled. "Its on upside down. The tip points
down".
    I laughed as dad undid the top strings of the pants. Reaching inside he
pulled the cup out, turned it round and repositioned it before redoing the
strings. He gave the cup a couple of knocks. "That'll protect the bat and
balls".
    We spent the next couple of hours perfecting my game in the backyard:
me dressed up and dad next to naked. We passed, tackled, and set up the
defence run. Me running past his barring maneuvers. Crouched with the
pigskin he would blind side me or just tackled me down. Several bruises and
lots of laughter later we were both on our backs on the grass gasping.
    "Well you've grass-stained the uniform", dad surveyed. "Ah well, at
least it's broken in".
    "I'm broken in!" I laughed.
    Dad reached over knocking on the cup. "At least the bat and balls are
okay".  He laughed, too.
    Mom came into the backyard. "I'm all set. Off to pick up the girls and
head to bingo". She looked at her fallen men. "I don't know which is the
bigger boy". When dad raised his hand she laughed, "I agree". She pulled
the purse strap over shoulder. "Salads in the fridge. Don't eat just
junk". And she was off.
    After we heard the car drive away dad rose up then pulled me onto my
feet. With an arm slung over my shoulder we headed in.
    I heard the plates landing on the table as I stripped down into my
room. With the strings undone and the shirt off I fumbled unsuccessfully
with the shoulder straps. It was probably my frustrated grunts that brought
dad to my door.
    "You've got this tangled but good. Let me get a butter knife while you
strip down".
    I was down to my socks and jock when dad returned. Plying the utensil
through an opening the straps loosened. "There we go" he sighed as he set
me free from the shoulder pads.
    "Thanks, dad".
    "No problem, bud" then he slapped my exposed butt. Just a little too
enthusiastically causing me to suck in my breath. "Oops. Sorry, son". And
his hand gently rubbed my cheeks. Large paw soothing my
buns. Warm. Strong. Daddys hand. The middle finger stroking up and down the
crack. Gentle. Loving. "Better?"
    "Mmm", I sighed.
    Dad chuckled. "Cock tease". Standing behind me his hands cupped my
shoulders, squeezing, almost massaging as he rested his chin on the top of
my head. "You're getting to be one hell of an athlete".
    As I leaned into him I felt his pouch nestle just above the base of my
spine. His arms enveloped me as an index finger lightly circled my left
nipple. My breathing became shallow. Paws slid across my chest then down my
tummy as he lowered himself. Hands on my thighs. His breath in my
ear. "Tell daddy what you want, baby" he whispered low. Lips kissing my
ear. Pulling at the edge. Licking. Nibbling. "Tell daddy". Hand sliding up
to my neck. Holding but not choking. Other paw on my jock pouch. Lips
pressed on my ear, whispering deep and soft. "Be my cocksucker. Love
daddy". Tongue in my ear. Tickling the lobe. Hand inside my
jock. Rubbing. Squeezing. "My sweet boy". Head tilting back to the
side. Lips on mine. His lips. Pressing. Parting. Tongue
licking. Tracing. Insistant. Inside.
    Inside!
    My tongue exploring his. Dancing. Jousting. Spit sliding down my
throat. My spit. His spit. My golden god. Loving me. Hungry for me. Fat
tongue painting mine.
    Arms engulfed me as our bodies twisted together. As my arms found his
neck I was lifted. Flying. In strong arms. That tongue coaxing. My eyes
closed as my body was laid upon the clouds of Mount Olympus. Tended to by a
golden god. Lips that kissed my neck. Tongue that teased and lapped. Arms
firmly pushed over my head as a paw became a shackle joining my
wrists. Tongue painting my arm pits with long lavish strokes. Firmly. With
intention. Up and down. Side to side. Spit trickling down my shoulder
blade.
    Lips at my nipple. Licks. Sucking. Teeth gently pulling. Paw pulling my
jock to mid-thigh. Mouth sucking my nipple. Hot snorts on my arm
pit. Floating on the clouds. Tongue painting my
naval. Digging. Licking. Hand rubbing my hard on. My balls. Tumbling them.
    "Oh yes", I sigh as my prick is engulfed in warm wet bliss. Mouth
sucking. Tongue slapping. Measuring. Sweet warm daddy sucking. Suck me,
daddy. Suck me.
    Cool air on my cock. A thumb in my mouth. I suck. My tongue polishes
the nail and strokes the pad. The thumb moves about and my mouth moves to
keep sucking. Won't let go. Sucking. Fingers splayed out on my cheek. My
jaw. Pressing down. Can no longer suck. My mouth is
open. Wide. Wider. Thumb pad on my tongue. Rubbing my wet muscle. More,
daddy. Again. Let me.
    The tongue is gone and for a moment suspended in time I am
empty. Hollow. Needing.
    Then its back. No. Not the thumb. Something
else. Warmer. Bigger. Smoother. With a ridge. Round. My tongue explores as
my mouth is filled.  Lips encircling. Mouth sucking.
    Daddys cock.
    Daddys.
    Cock.
    There is purpose now. Sucking harder. The knob is
big. Fat. Filling. But I want more. More daddy. More cock. Hand cupping the
back of my head. Lifting. More cock. More. Thank you, daddy. Sucking. Cock
sliding in deeper. Easing back. Deeper. Back. Deeper. Back.
    Daddys breath is hard. His voice raspy. "Good, boy. My sweet
cocksucker. Suck my cock. Suck me. Suck".
    As I suck the cock twists in my mouth. Wrists unshackled. Cloud
bouncing. My cock engulfed. As I suck my cock is sucked. I meet sensation
for sensation. Tongue action for tongue swirls.
    And as quickly as it starts my butt is lifted and legs pulled
forward. Hands on my butt cheeks. Pressing. Manipulating. And then the most
glorious feeling. Warm wet laps along my exposed crack. I suck
harder. Hungrier. The tongue dances at my
asshole. Teasing. Pushing. Licking. My mouth sucks so much harder. Hands on
my cheeks. Tongue teasing. Licking. Rimming.
    Daddy pulled back. Then off me. Crouching beside my head daddy tussled
the hair on my head. "Open your eyes, son", he said gently.
   My eyes opened to see the massive pole hovering over my face. Long, fat
with a bulbous head. Purple. Thick. Wet with my spit. Suspended before my
hungry eyes.
    "Watch daddy, son. Watch me jerk my fucking pole".
    The hand slid up and down the magnificent shaft. Slowly at first. Then
faster. His hand moving from my hair to my cheek. Thumb at my
mouth. Forcing my mouth open. Thumb pressing my tongue. All the while the
meat being shafted over my face.
    "Yeah, watch daddy. Watch the fucking prick that made you. See me play
with my cock. Oh fuck, yeah. Love you watching. Your eyes drooling over my
cock. Gonna give you juice. Man spray. Daddy cum. Your cum. Gonna shoot. In
your mouth. Sweet son. Get ready. Ready. Aaah".
    The knob disappeared from sight as hot thick spurts hit my tongue, then
the corner of my mouth, my nose, my forehead then into my mouth. Pressing
in deeper.
    "That's it, son. Suck it up. Take every drop. All of it, sweet
cocksucker. Suuuck!"
    And I did. All of it. Every drop he allowed. My sweet daddy cum. Mmmm.