Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 22:06:59 -0400
From: Rome Krone <romekrone@gmail.com>
Subject: Tickling Dad's Wiener - Gay Incest

Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It
contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If easily
offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please
refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the
work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way
without the permission of the author. romekrone@gmail.com

Tickling Dad's Wiener

I'm a sixteen year old cocksucker named Falcon--strange name but I didn't
name myself. I don't discriminate against cocks. A male who wants to unload
his balls in my mouth only has to give me a sign, overt or subliminal, I
don't care. I can pretty much read them all. Something about being between
another man's legs and bringing him pleasure satisfies me as much as it does
the guy I'm servicing. Lady Fortune has been good to me helping me fulfill
my longing and I in turn hope the men and boys who have had their schlongs
squirting their warm cream or dry cumming in my mouth feel the same.

My earliest memories are fragments. I never knew my mother. Living alone
with my dad in a small home, I'd wait for him to pick me up from grandmas
after work and take me our house. Before bed he'd give me a bath and tease
me about my little stiffy. It seemed to always be hard when I was around
him.

One thing I loved to do was catch him lying on the couch or his bed with his
shirt off. I'd get naked and crawl on top of his hairy chest. It was like
soft fur. Pressing my ear against him, I could hear and feel his heart. I
never saw his junk though. Not sure why. It just didn't happen when I was
real young.

Dad is a sensual, erotic man. He's funny and loves me and what I've learned
to do for him. My real memories start when I was six years old and dad was
bathing me. My little thing was sticking straight up as always.

"You know, if that thing is going to keep poking up, it's about time you
learned what else it can do. This is grown-up stuff and it's the most fun
ever! You have to promise never to tell anyone, okay?" Dad said.

I was excited. "I promise," I said.

I think after a few beers that night my dad did it as entertainment for
himself. Sort of like putting sticky tape on the bottom of a cat's paw to
watch the reaction. Doesn't hurt the cat, and you get a little chuckle
seeing the cat shake its little paw trying to get the tape off.

"Okay, stand up and face me," Dad said.

I stood up thinking he was going to take me out of the tub. Instead he
licked the tips of his fingers and thumb and began massaging the head of my
wiener. "This is going to feel so good. I learned how to do this when I was
your age. An older boy showed me." The whole time dad was grinning, looking
at my face to see my expressions.

And then it happened. Tingles of unbeknownst pleasure coursed through me. I
put my hand on dad's shoulder to steady myself. Wide eyed I didn't know what
to say. `Wow' doesn't even describe it.

"I tickled your wiener. Felt good huh? That's called a dry cum. It feels
even better when you're older. From now on you can do that to yourself. Just
make sure no one is around and keep it private," dad said grinning.

I could only nod.

Later when dad tucked me in I asked him if he tickled his wiener.

"All guys do," dad laughed. Still full of beer he added, "Sometimes we get
help from other people like I helped you tonight."

It was a long time before I fell asleep.

You can bet every night after that I played with myself in the tub while dad
watched and grinned. Him watching me tingle made it all the better.

One warm Saturday, I got up before dad and went into his room to wake him.
Of course I thought he was the handsomest man on the planet, and it turns
out he really is a beautiful man. I'm a lucky kid to have a dad like him.

When I saw dad sleeping on his back in his white briefs, I peeled off my
jammies and crawled naked on his hairy chest. Waking up, he laughed and
hugged me to him.

My already stiff wiener pressed into the top of dad's leg. When I snuggled
it slipped under the leg band of dad's underwear. My little stiffy nestled
against warm skin and fur. On instinct I started humping my dad trying to
get my wiener to get that good tickly feeling.

"Whatch ya doing?" dad asked.

I could hear the humor in his voice. "Playing," is all I said.

"Here, let me show you something," dad said. "Lean up for a minute."

I leaned up and watched dad roll over and pull a tube from his nightstand.
Squeezing out a little goop he rubbed it all over my wiener. It felt good.
Then he lay back down.

"Okay, put your wiener back where it was and do what you were doing before,"
dad said.

It felt so good, my wiener tickled almost right away. Dad wouldn't let me go
though. He was humping up against my little tummy in his underwear. "Are you
tickling your wiener?" I asked.

"Yeah," dad's voice was breathy. And then he said some bad words and
groaned. "Fuck! Oh fuck yeah. Ungghh!"

I was scared. "Dad, you okay? "Did it hurt?"

Dad squeezed me and laughed. "No, that's how I sound sometimes when I get
the good feeling. It's called cumming. It was great."

I hugged him back laying there listening to his heart beat before I realized
my tummy was damp through Dad's underwear. "Dad did you pee?"

"No, when you get older white stuff squirts out of your wiener. It's called
cum or semen. It's the best feeling in the world for men."

I was really puzzled and I think dad realized this was uncharted territory
for me.

"Tell you what, I have some magazines that you can look at while I'm fixing
breakfast. You can't ever tell anyone you saw them," he said.

Talk about brain overload while dad fixed breakfast. I became obsessed
looking at the naked men and the thick white stuff coming out of their
wieners. They had hair down there and their wieners were big. I didn't know
that. For the next thirty-five minutes I looked at naked people doing all
kinds of things to each other. The thing that fascinated me the most was
when men had their wieners in a woman's mouth. I knew that had to feel good
because dad's spit felt good when he massaged my wiener the first time with
his fingers.

At breakfast I asked dad all sorts of questions. I remember learning that
men liked to put their wieners in women's mouths and the best kind of women
were the ones who would let a man squirt his white stuff in her mouth while
his wiener was tickling. For some reason fucking didn't interest me as much
then as it does now.

Being six years old I asked dad if I could see his wiener. He thought about
it and decided I was old enough to take a shower instead of a bath. After
breakfast he showered with me and let me look as much as I wanted to satisfy
my curiosity. And look I did. When I reached out a couple of times to feel
him, he chuckled and removed my hands with a gentle touch.

>From then on my obsession changed from pleasuring myself to bringing dad
pleasure. The way he came this morning while pressing his junk into my tummy
was nothing short of beautiful. All men and boys deserved to be able to feel
like that as much as they wanted. I wanted to figure out a way to help them
and I decided I was willing to let them squirt their white stuff in my
mouth.

***

The Saturday morning I showered with dad became a game changer day. My usual
routine of watching cartoons while dad cleaned house didn't interest me this
morning. I wanted to hang around dad, so I picked up a dust cloth and tried
to help. I'm not sure how good I did, but dad thanked me. I was still full
of questions so dad decided to sit me down in front of his computer and
pulled up some straight porn movies.

"Look and learn," he laughed.

Boy did I look. When one of the movies was finished he'd stop cleaning for a
minute and select another one for me. When I pointed to two guys, he just
shrugged and clicked on it. The thing I remember the most about this was how
much more wiener a man seemed too able to get in his mouths than a women.
When I first saw the white stuff squirt from a guy's thing, I was
mesmerized, and called dad.

"Dad, can I watch you squirt your white stuff?" I asked. "Please."

"I've got to finish cleaning and then we're going grocery shopping. Maybe
later today after everything's done, dad said planning to indulge my
curiosity."

Waiting until later was hard for me. Sort of like the excitement of waiting
for Santa Claus. I turned my attention back to the videos with my hand down
my underwear touching myself. This is where I made up my mind I wanted to
help my dad feel good between his legs like the naked people in the videos
were doing for each other.

The day dragged on. Twice in the grocery store dad had to whisper to me to
quit looking at his crotch. You can look at home, but never in public. I
understood.

On the ride home with the groceries in the back and we were alone in the van
I couldn't wait. "Dad, you know those movies you let me watch this morning?"

"Yeah, what about them?" Dad asked.

"If you want, I'll suck your dick and let you do your white stuff in my
mouth," I said.

Dad looked surprised. "Wow, you picked up a lot watching those movies.
Saying suck and dick. What else did you learn?"

"My wiener is called a cock or dick; white stuff is cum, other words they
used were balls, nutts, jizz, fuck, pussy, cunt, ass, blowjob..."

"Okay, okay, I get the picture," dad chuckled. "You can't say those words in
front of anyone except me from now on until you get a lot older."

I nodded. "Okay. Can I still suck you? I want to make you feel good down
there?"

"Boys and men don't do those kinds of things together. And I'm a man who
likes to do it with women?" dad said.

"Do you do it with women now?" I asked, never really noticing dad with
women. Sometimes my grandma would watch me when dad was on a date as she
called it.

"Not very often. Small town, rural county, not too many available women.
It's been a while, but I'd do it every chance I got if I could," dad
grinned.

"I promise not to ever tell anyone. You can show me what to do and put your
wiener in my mouth as much as you want. I promise. I want to make your
wiener tickle," I said.

Dad didn't answer. I almost cried I was so disappointed. I really wanted to
make my dad feel good. When it started to rain that made it more depressing.
Leaning against the door I stared out the window.

About half way home dad pulled off on a gravel road under an old bridge.
There were roadside picnic tables for the locals who sometimes brought their
families. Dad and I had been here before. He'd fish while I played with any
toys I brought. Today, because of the rain, no one else was around.

Dad backed the van under the bridge so he could see anyone who came down the
gravel road. This is where we usually parked but today he backed in instead
of pulling in. When he shut the engine off, I watched him undo his jeans,
lift his hips, and push his pants and underwear down to the top of his
knees.

I stared at his wiener unsure what was going on. Laying sideways in a
triangle shaped bush of silky black hair, his cock was handsome.

"You know if you do this and you're any good I'm probably going to want you
to do it a lot from now on. Are you sure you want to do this? You'll be a
cocksucker and there's no going back once you've started," dad said.

I loved that word, cocksucker. It made my little wiener stiff. I nodded
sliding toward the edge of my seat to reach dad easier. Dad stopped me.

"Once you begin you can't stop until I'm finished. I'm going to get hard and
bigger.  Keep your teeth back. Don't scrape me or bite. Use your tongue to
lick as much as you want, even my balls. Fingers and hands are okay, but be
gentle. I'll tell you when I'm getting close to squirting. Make sure you
have my cock in your mouth to give me a warm wet place to cum in when I
shoot my white stuff. Swallow it after I'm through spurting in your mouth.
No mess that way. If anyone comes I'll tell you to keep down. I'll start the
van and drive off. You keep sucking. You understand?" Dad said.

I nodded. "Kind of like when I used to suck my thumb?"

"Yeah, but it's going to be a lot bigger in your mouth than a thumb. Okay
then. Let's do this," dad put his hand on the back of my head guiding me
toward his cock while chuckling at my reference to sucking my thumb.

With his other hand dad guided his cock to my little mouth.

Heart heaving with love for my dad and anticipation of me being able to
bring him pleasure, I opened my mouth and took him in. My first thought was
his wiener is really warm, almost hot. Running my tongue around I wanted to
know if he had any taste. He moaned when I did that. I felt it get bigger in
my mouth. There was not taste, but there was a smooth texture. I sensed an
aroused feeling of a male's most private part using me for pleasure. I tried
to do as good as I saw on the computer videos this morning.

Once in a while when I heard dad moan, I'd look up to see his face. I could
tell he loved it. He even gave me thumbs up once. Satisfied I was doing okay
I went back to my self-appointed duties as dad's cocksucker.

"Oh yeah, suck it boy. That feels good. You're getting me there," dad told
me when I tried to go deep on him like I saw in the magazines and movies.

My eyes watered but I didn't gag. I was a junkie working for my fix of dad's
cock cream. I wanted to please him more than anything. This brought me
pleasure; fulfillment.

"Fuck yeah, get ready. You wanted it. You're about to get it." Dad's hips
began soft motions of moving his wiener in my mouth while he held the back
of my head down on him.

"Here it comes you cute little cocksucker." Dad gripped my head and pushed
his wiener deep. I surrendered to his desire letting him use me.

"Fuuuccckkk! Take it boy. Fuck!" Dad growled spewing his thick warm man
juice in my mouth.

I felt the first two volleys against the back of my palate. My mouth became
full quick. My chest tightened with emotion. Dad's wiener fed me, rewarding
me for pleasing him. I experienced his contractions with each volley until
they subsided in a peaceful bliss. Lifting my mouth I swallowed; the taste
mild and unique. Not unpleasant. I knew I was hooked. This was the taste of
a man's most intimate joy and I wanted more.

***

Four the next four years dad fed his cock batter to me on a regular basis.
During this time he taught me all kinds of ways to use my mouth and hands.
One of the things he did was have me lay on his bed with my head partly
hanging off the edge while he stood over me and face fucked me. Little by
little I began to be able to take more of him until his bush tickled my
little nose. At ten I could deep throat a seven inch cock.

The day dad came home from work and told me he'd been laid off from his job,
and we were going to live with grandma, made me sad. I didn't think I'd ever
be able to suck dad off again. Grandma has a big old brick farm house.
Nothing fancy.

Dad has seven brother and two sisters. Both girls are older than dad and
married. Five of his brothers worked on the farm living with grandma. Two
were divorced and one widowed with two teen boys with him. In order to
survive dad decided to work on the farm with his brothers. With the addition
of dad and me it made nine males living in one house.

The day we moved in dad and I were given an old double bed with a feather
mattress. Uncomfortable! The house was built when fireplaces were in most of
the bedrooms. Our bed was pushed up against a fireplace that wasn't used
anymore. My dad's youngest brother and my thirteen year old cousin slept in
twin beds on separate ends of the room. No privacy anymore.

The whole upstairs had three bedrooms and only had one bathroom. We all
squeezed in. My grandma's room was downstairs. I went into cum withdrawal
not being able to get to my dad on a regular basis. Sometimes he'd slip into
the bathroom and lock the door when I was in the tub so I could suck him.

The third week we lived with grandma, my dad asked me if I'd be willing to
suck other guy's wieners until they tickled. Man oh man was I excited. I
wanted to know who and how soon. I was going to find out that night.

I always had to go to bed earlier than dad. On that Friday night after he
tucked me in, he leaned over and whispered he'd be to bed shortly and wanted
me to suck him. I could hardly wait and stayed awake waiting.

When dad finally came upstairs my cousin and dad's youngest brother came
too. My heart sank. Now there wasn't going to be a chance to make dad feel
good.

I pretended to be asleep watching the guys undress for bed. Tonight instead
of stopping with their underwear, they got all the way naked.

Imagine my surprise when dad pulled the covers off me and tickled my toes. I
giggled and couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.

My thirteen year old cousin closed the bedroom door and locked it. My uncle
turned off all the lights except the one beside his bed.

"You sure he's okay doing this and won't say anything?" My uncle asked my
dad.

"Been sucking me for the last four years. He won't say anything. From now on
he'll take care of us when we need to get a nutt. I need to get you guys
involved so I can get it more often," dad said.

I noticed my cousin's thirteen year old dick was sticking up and had a
little bit of hair around it. I remember thinking it was cute and wondering
if he was old enough to cum.

"You okay with this boy?" my uncle asked my cousin.

"Sure. I'll let him suck me off and keep my mouth shut," my cousin said.

"You been sucked off or had sex yet?" dad asked him.

Looking a little embarrassed he shook his head no.

"That's okay. Got to start sometime. Make sure you always cum in his mouth
so there's no mess or trace of anything to clean up, "dad said.

"Dad can I suck him first?" I asked pointing to my cousin.

"Okay, step up and let him have a go at you," dad motioned to my cousin.

"You ready little dude?" my cousin asked moving in front of me.

Not touching his hard wiener I put my hands of his naked butt and pulled him
closer. At first he was startled by my intimate touch and then gave a
nervous chuckle. With a lot of spit in my mouth I covered his peter head and
engulfed him in slow motion.

Hissing in pleasure he stood on his toes arching toward me, giving me more.
I felt his new little peter hairs tickle my upper lip.

"Fuck, look at that would you. I'm about ready to shoot just watching him,"
my uncle said.

"Sssh," my dad put his finger to his lips smiling. "Wait until your turn.
He's an extraordinary cocksucker. I'll be honest; I haven't had a piece of
pussy any better than his mouth. He can do wonderful things with it."

Forgetting there were grown men in the room, my cousin couldn't hold back
the erotic language of sex. "Fuckin' gonna nutt. Suck it. Oh my god I'm
cumming! Yeaaahhhh! Fuuuccck yeah!

Letting him pull out in his own time, I looked up at him and smiled in
approval. He could definitely shoot the cream. I swallowed.

My uncle had a big one like my dad. Taking me to his bed, he laid back
spreading his legs offering himself to me. I serviced him. It didn't take
long before he erupted, spewing his spunk in my mouth.

Before we went to sleep they watched my dad lay my head over the edge of the
bed and throat fuck me. Both guys wanted to try it after dad gave me his
warm thick ball cream. Knowing I was making them feel good in that special
male place made me feel even better. I wanted to be used for their pleasure.

During the night while my dad and uncle were snoring, my cousin tapped me on
the shoulder. Taking my hand he led me to his bed and sat back against the
headboard, opening his legs. I played with him, teasing, edging. Whimpering,
trying not to wake anyone, he finally gripped my head and made me eat his
thirteen year old load. I adored him and loved my dad even more for finding
me these two cocks I could suck until they tickled and squirted the white
stuff.

***

The next morning, I had the privilege of making all three of their cocks
spurt in my mouth before we got dressed.

It took all of about five days before I was the family cocksucker. In a
house of close knit guys, they wanted to share the little treasure of my
warm mouth. On Friday and Saturday nights, I'd make my way to all of the
guys' beds and service them. If they were on dates and didn't get lucky
they'd tip-toe in to get me help them out taking the pressure off blue balls
before they went to bed.

When school was out for the summer, being the youngest, I helped grandma
around the house and in the garden. Sometimes my cousins helped if there was
a lot to do, but most of the time they were out with the men on the farm.

In the evenings I played outside by myself. Using the barns, tractor sheds,
woods, and anything else as background stages, I came up with all kinds of
make believe scenarios where I'd be captured by a tribe of warriors and I
had to service them, no matter their age, boys to older men, they made me do
it for their pleasure.

It wasn't unusual for my dad, cousins, or uncles to come looking for me if
they were in the mood. I never said no. I sucked their peters in the corn
crib, cow barn, garage, behind the old oak, and sometimes in the farm
pick-up truck. Pleasing them in a most special way was my passion. The
reward was a lot of the creamy white cock juice.

On a hot day in July my grandma had me going back and forth between the
house and hay barn with jugs of ice. There were water spigots in the barns
to draw from to add the ice. My uncles hired two sixteen year old black
teenagers to help with the hay. Don't ask me why, but for some reason a ten
year old could care less about, my uncles still made hay in small bales and
stacked them in the barns.

On one trip carrying ice the new teens were with my youngest cousin waiting
for another wagon of hay to come in. I think my cousin wanted to appear cool
with the older boys and began to hint around that I might be willing to suck
them off if they were open to it. They caught on quick.

"You ever suck a cock before?" one of the guys asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

"Ever do a black cock?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, but I will?"

"You suck us?" he asked.

I looked at my cousin and he grinned nodding. He wanted to see a cute white
boy swinging on the knobs of two striking black sixteen year old males.

"Okay," is all I said.

I think I shocked the devil out of them for a moment before one of them
began shucking open up his jeans. My little wiener tingled on its own dry
cumming when I saw him. He was so beautiful between his legs. Long dark
cock, big balls, and curly black hair.

Taking a glass of water he poured it over himself rinsing sweat from his
pubes and balls, trying to get himself presentable for a blowjob. He didn't
have to do that. I like men that are clean and smell good, but today I
drooled. I was going to make him feel good between his legs no matter what.

"Come on you little cocksucker. Here it is. Let's get it done before the
next wagon gets here."

When I went down on him, he lost it. I don't think anyone has ever taken him
in their mouth that far, and me being a little kid shocked the hell out of
him. My reward was a plethora of erotic language and gobs of pearly cum. I
serviced all three boys before the next wagon came.

Before I left the two guys asked my cousin to bring me down to the creek
after supper. They were going to be at the swimming hole with some friends.
After dinner I disappeared with my cousin until almost dark. When I got home
I told my dad about the boys and their friends.

The next day after dinner, my dad and cousin went with me to the creek and
watched me service five beautiful black boys from ages eleven to sixteen
more than once.

By the end of July the swimming hole was full of black boys and men all
ages. I never knew who would be there on certain nights. The youngest I
sucked was seven who shuddered with his cute dry cum and the oldest,
probably mid-sixties with a beautiful cock and rich cock cream.

The first Saturday in August one of the sixteen year old black teens told my
dad and me to meet him and some friends that night at ten. They had a
surprise for us. Boy did I love their surprise.

In the dark on a hillside looking into a house with a large sliding door,
two young black men I'd sucked off before were tag teaming a white girl. It
was a live porn show. The young men would turn and do a secret thumbs up to
the dark hillside.  The girl didn't know she was being watched by fourteen
guys with their pants around their ankles and stroking themselves. The two
guys fucking the girl couldn't see us but knew we were out there. I spent
the evening crawling between all of the men and boys legs making sure it was
a memorable evening and they were enjoying something wet and warm and as
good as the pussy their friends were fucking.

The downside--giggle, giggle--When I got home all of my uncles were waiting
with loaded balls. They let me sleep in the next morning. I love the men in
my family.

***