Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 23:18:44 +1000 From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com> Subject: Gay/Incest - The Mistake Text Message - Part 6 Hope you guys are enjoying this. If you are, hit me up! I love hearing from fans. Message me at: Kik: TaylorFoxxAuthor Email: Taylor.Foxx.Author@gmail.com You can find versions of this story WITH PICTURES on my blog: www.TaylorFoxxAuthor@tumblr.com Read my novel: Search for "The Boy Next Door" by Taylor Foxx on Amazon or Google. P.S. Donate to Nifty! TEXT MESSAGE CONVERSATION -- 3:01AM Dad: All right kiddo. It's time for your first task. You ready?? Son: Yeah... I think so. What is it, dad? Dad: All right. Well remember how you told me you were obsessed with MY cum? How you said you wanted it more than anything else? Well.. I want to text that theory. Son: How? Dad: I want to find out if it's any man's cum, or just your old man's. Son: ?? Dad: Don't be dense. I want you to try out another man's load. Son: What?? NO way! I'm not doing that!!! Dad: Film yourself eating it. You have until midnight tomorrow. Son: No way?? Why would I do that?? Dad: For this [PIC MESSAGE SENT (visit my tumblr to see the photo) Son: You said midnight? I had convinced myself it was over, that it wasn't going to happen. The hotel had been just a fluke, and we were going to go on with our lives like none of it had gone down. 38 days. Over a month. It took dad over a month to message me. Was it because he was nervous? Or was it more than that? That he wanted me to suffer, to come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to get what I wanted, what I needed: his cum. My heart tells me it was the latter, because the first request he came out with was so damn awful. Suck down another guy's cum? Hell, five months ago I hadn't wanted ANY cum at all. I was straight five months ago. Now I didn't know what I was [fathersexual], but I certainly didn't feel like drinking down some guy's load. But that text message. That angle. Dad knew me too well - knew I wanted those balls and everything in them more than anything. He obviously wanted me to prove that I'd do anything to get them. So I spent the rest of the night wide awake, thinking about how I was going to accomplish this task. Not only was a terrified and a bit disgusted by the idea of drinking down cum (I'd never tasted anyone's but my own - out of curiosity). But just the logistics of it. I didn't have any gay friends...and there was no one I could ask. And I had less than 24 hours to find a load and eat it. Needless to say, I got no more sleep, which wasn't good seeing that the next day was the first day of school. Summer break was over, and I already had jitters about starting my new grade - now I had to panic about getting cum from a stranger. I was in a frenzy by the time school was coming to an end. It was just before three in the afternoon - nine more hours until I lost my chance at what Dad was offering me. I thought about texting him again, but I couldn't do it. I didn't want him to know I was struggling and freaking out - I was too sure he'd get off on it. Despite the fact that I was hungry and tired from my first day, I found myself aimlessly walking the streets in the downtown area near school. I don't know what I was hoping for - some man to come up to me and offer to feed me his cum was just about the least likely thing to happen. It wasn't until I turned on Melon street that I remembered a place I had heard about. It was in the news a few years ago - the cops had done a sweep and ended up arresting a bunch of guys for having public sex. The guys at school called it "Dick Canyon" (that was one of the nicer names). It wasn't really a canyon, just a hiking trail between some hills. But apparently it was still somewhat of a beat for gay guys. And that's how I found myself wandering around a notoriously gay beat at dusk on my first day of school that year. It didn't take long to figure out that those arrests a few years ago had done little to deter the gay men of my town from using the space. Several guys stared at me a bit longer than I was comfortable with as I walked the trails, looking down. I wasn't brave enough to ask. The sun had set, and it was getting dark and cold, and still I was no closer to achieving my goal. I decided that by 10pm I was going to give up. I was tired and grumpy, and there was no way I could bring myself to hit on another man... I was just about to call it a night, go home, and weep about my loss, when I heard the nose. The rhythmic slap of skin. The hushed moaning and gasping. I saw a bush near my rustle, and realized I had almost walked in on...something. I couldn't see the guys making the noise, but there was no doubt they were fucking - hard. I couldn't move, I was frozen - so scared they'd hear me. I waited, holding my breath for what seemed like forever, until I heard it...a moan louder than it should be, followed by a quiet sigh. Someone had shot a load. My heart went into overdrive. I became acutely aware - there was cum nearby. A load - an actual load from a man - fresh, and nearby. Maybe the night wasn't lost after all. Still...the idea of drinking that load...a load from a stagner, shot from fucking. I couldn't do it. Just the thought of it made my stomach turn. I stayed where I was, still frozen, even as I saw a figure moving toward me. It was only one of them...and as he got closer, I could see he was...older. My father's age. He didnt' look much like my dad. This guy was slimmer, and as he got closer, I saw he had no facial hair like my dad. But the fact that he was my dad's age...well...it changed something. As he got closer, I could see he was doing up his fly. He must have been the top. Was he the one who shot his load? Judging my the smirk on his face, I would guess so. When he spots me, he freezes too, and we make eye contact for a second before his grin widens, and he squeezes whatever he was stuffing back in his pants. I realize he's trying to hit on me, and I dart my eyes the ground. I wait for what feels like forever until I hear him move on. Then I creep forward past the push they were hiding behind. It's not really a clearing, but the grass in one area has been smushed down flat. Clearly that's where the fucking happened - right there on the ground. I almost felt like I could still feel the heat in the air, and I knew I could still smell sex. I pulled out my phone and started looking around with my light, feeling about as low as I'd ever felt. Was I really doing this - searching for cum on a school night, just to get a crack at my father's cum? Yes, I was. And yes, I was in luck. Because as I flashed my phone light at a small tree, about waist high, I saw it - a condom, tied to a branch, hanging low and full with a fresh load of cum. And I had to drink it. _______________________________________________________________ It was almost 11:45 when my phone buzzed. I had all but given up, figuring my demand was either too hard or too scary for my son. But then I saw it - a video message. Just in time. I had put my cock away for the night. I'd been edging myself in case this very thing happened, but having been on the edge for nearly two hours, I needed to get some rest. But as soon as I saw the video text come through, I had to haul it out again and start edging once more as I hit play. The camera work was shaky at first, until my son got his phone situated on what I soon figured out was a branch. So he was in the woods, He'd turned on the light on his phone, which gave the whole video a bit of a Blair Witch vibe, especially when he stepped into the frame, fully dressed in jeans and his brown jacket, looking absolutely terrified. He didn't say a word the entire video, but I noticed he couldn't even keep eye contact with the camera as he withdrew the condom from his pocket and dangled it for me to see. I could tell he felt like he was looking at me, through the camera, and he felt embarrassed and ashamed. Which almost made me cum, but I held off as I kept watching. My son dropped to his knees, which I have to say was a really nice touch. He knew his place, clearly. I watched him swallow hard as he stared at the condom, slowly untying the loose knot he had tied at its end. Or had someone else tied it? Did my son even know whose condom that was, where it had been? I'd have to find out. My precum really started flowing when my son held up the condom a few inches from his face. He had gone completely pale, and he was almost cross-eyed staring at the sperm load in front of him. And then...he did it. My boy tilted back his head, opened his mouth, and tipped the used condom upside down. Gravity did the rest, pulilng that chunky white sperm down into my son's open mouth in four gobs. Splat Splat Splat Splat Immediately my boy gagged and coughed, and I saw one of those four gobs go flying out into the darkness. He didn't lose it all, though. Once he'd gotten over his gagging, he looked right into the camera for the firs time. And he fucking swallowed. I surprised myself by letting out an, "Oohhhhh!", the same kinda noise I make when something unexpected happens during a football game. I'm utterly shocked - my kid is actually doing this, all because he wants the jizz that's currently boiling in my balls. What happens next makes me take my hand off my cock for fear of cumming. Because my boy isn't done. No...he's got an odd expression on his face. The color has returned to his cheeks, too, and he looks...oddly calm. And that's when he takes the condom still pinched between his fingers, lifts it up, and begins to dig around in it with the middle finger of his other hand. I watch my only child dig into the reservoir tip and pull out a glob of cum that had stayed behind. He sucks it into his mouth without hesitation, then goes back for more with his finger, three, four times. Finally, still staring into the camera, he pulls the condom up to his mouth, places the open end between his lips, and rolls it up like a tube of toothpaste. He lets it fall out, and I pause to take a screenshot of my son with a used condom hanging out of his mouth. Never know when you might need a compromising photo. The video cuts out shortly after that, and I breathe deeply, trying not to blow my load. Fortunately my phone buzzing pulls me back down to reality. I look at the text message. TEXT MESSAGE CONVERSATION -- 11:56AM Son: Did you watch it? Dad: I did. Son: AND?? Dad: Come to my room. We need to talk. Now. Thanks for reading! If you like this, get in touch: Message me at: Kik: TaylorFoxxAuthor Email: Taylor.Foxx.Author@gmail.com You can find versions of this story WITH PICTURES on my blog: www.TaylorFoxxAuthor@tumblr.com Read my novel: Search for "The Boy Next Door" by Taylor Foxx on Amazon or Google.