Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:58:23 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Travis - chapter 3 - gay incest section

Travis

Chapter three

by Roy Reinikainen

Travis sat in front of his computer for a few minutes longer, recovering
from his orgasmic high.  "Damn," he said aloud, as he leaned his head back
and took a deep breath.  'I haven't had *that* strong a reaction to
*anything* in quite some time.'  He shook his head in wonder.  'Those young
men really got me going!'

He idly ran a hand over the clipped hair of his chest, as he thought back
to how each of the boys had bent over to proudly display their pink
puckered holes, and felt his penis twitch in response.  Both holes were
hairless, the slightly darker skin surrounding the hole fading to the
creamy white of their ass cheeks.  Both boys had a bulging perineum, which
stretched from their hole to their scrotum.

'Nope,' he thought, heaved himself out of his office chair, and pushing out
of his mind the thick loads of sperm each boy shot, out of his mind.  'I
can't get started again.  The boys and Julie will be home before too long,
and I have to get a shower.'

He grinned to himself as he crossed the bedroom, giving the palm of one
hand a final lick, hoping to gather up some sperm he'd missed.  'I'm a
sperm-pig,' he thought, as he entered the bathroom and studied himself in
the mirror while the shower warmed.

'Not bad,' he grinned, turning his back to the mirror and looking over at
his shoulder, pleased with the sharply defined tan line at his waist and
legs, evidence of his daily swim at the outdoor gym pool.  He ran the open
palm of a hand over the smooth skin of his butt; then he probed a finger
between the muscular cheeks, teasing his hole.

'Why am I so excited by those boys' assholes?  I'm not into boys!'  He
turned back to the mirror and continued to study himself through the
rapidly building fog.  Even at forty-four, he had not begun to lose his
muscle tone, and he grinned, playfully flexing his biceps and striking a
pose, then shaking his cock from side to side.

'Damn, I love dick.  About as much as I love sperm.'  He thrust his hips
forward and squeezed his cock with one hand while tugging on his testicles
with another, unable to shake the image of the two young men he'd just seen
in the video.  'I wonder how much different sliding my penis into a young
guy would be from fucking my brother.'  He shook his head, dismissing the
thought.  'No reason to wonder what it'd be like.  There aren't any young
guys who are going to offer-up their butt holes for me to plug.'

Travis stepped into the shower, releasing a cloud of steam as he opened
door.  'I wouldn't mind having a young guy plug *my* hole,' he thought as
he began to scrub himself, both of the sweat from the jog he had taken
earlier, as well as the session in front of the computer.  'It has been too
long since I've had a thick dick shoot a load into me.'  He used some of
the soap suds to caress his cock.

He jerked out of his reverie and looked over his shoulder at the sound of
his name.  Hey, Kent!" he shouted, over the sound of the water spray,
acknowledging his son's greeting.  "You're home early."  Travis reluctantly
resumed scrubbing himself, keeping his back turned toward his son, and
working up a thick lather as Kent plopped himself down onto the closed
toilet seat, with all the grace only a teenager could muster.

"Hey, Dad," Kent returned the greeting, trying to be casual as he studied
his father's naked body through the glass shower enclosure window.

'Damn, he's a sexy stud,' Kent groaned to himself, surreptitiously
squeezing his groin through his running shorts, and feeling his boy-dick
respond to the pressure.  'Too bad Dad n' I can't make a vid like Glenn and
I did.  It'd be so hot, fuckin' around with him.'  Kent watched as his
father turned around.  Even through the heavy steam inside the shower, it
appeared that he might be sporting the remnants of an erection.

The men in the Pollard family - Travis, and his two sons, Glenn and Kent,
had always been casual about nudity, much to the chagrin of Travis' wife
Julie, who gave up complaining when the boys were still in elementary
school.  Still, even though he had seen his father naked hundreds of times,
it was exciting for Kent to watch as his father casually went about taking
a shower, his white butt cheeks on prominent display.

"When you traipse around naked-as-the-day-you-were-born, you're just
encouraging them to do the same," she'd groused to her husband, when he too
stripped off whenever he could.  "She'd finally given up hope of keeping
the men in the family clothed, and had changed her argument.  "

"At least, urge the boys to not run around the house with erections," she'd
pleaded, as one of the boys ran down the hallway, his small erection
bouncing as he ran.  She shook her head in resignation.  "I can't stand it
when you guys act as if I'm not affected by seeing you hard."

"Like what you see, dear?" he'd teased, pointing his own thickening cock in
her direction.

"Damn right," she'd grinned.  "So," she added, her voice becoming
business-like.  "No erections bouncing around in front of me, okay?"

"I'll speak to the boys," he'd said, "and ask them to shield you from those
monsters between their legs."

Julie huffed a laugh.  "Doesn't matter how large they are, just seeing them
hard makes me want to do all sorts of non-motherly things."  She sighed, as
she teased him.  "I guess I'll just have to make do with you," she'd said,
pulling her husband close and tenderly caressing his cock to a full
erection.  She'd wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and began to
stroke it.  "Now, *that* is the sort of monster *I* like, she'd grinned.

Kent acted on a sudden inspiration.  "Hey Dad," he shouted, waiting until
his father turned to face him.  "Mind if I join you?  I didn't shower at
the gym."

He hadn't actually gone to the gym today, but didn't wait for his father to
question why he hadn't already showered, and responded to what was little
more than a casual motion from his father, indicating he was welcome.  Kent
stood, pried off his trainers; then skinned out of his running shorts and
t-shirt.  'Gotta try and not get hard,' he urged himself.  "At least not
right away," he amended, pulling open the door to the large shower.

"Hi," he grinned a greeting.  "Thanks for letting me join you.  It's sorta
hard to visit, shouting over the sound of the water."  Travis returned his
son's smile, intensely aware of the naked young man standing only a couple
feet away.

Kent was shorter than his older brother, a compact frame, which was
beginning to show the effects of the gym membership he'd been given as a
birthday gift.  Like his older brother, Kent's body sported little hair,
other than the wide spread of thick curly pubic hair, and a faint trail
leading from his pubes to his navel.  His nipples were small . . . and
erect.  His penis hung in a thick curve over his tight scrotum, which
bulged with its contents.  On his wrist hung the bracelet his brother had
given him, and which looked so similar to the one Travis had recently seen
in the video.

Kent openly studied his father, realizing that his father was studying
*him*.  "Looking good, Dad!" he'd smiled, flashing his white teeth.

'I made an orthodontist rich, creating that smile,' Travis thought.

"Cool tan line," Kent continued, unaware of his father's musings.  "Sorta
shows off your butt."

"Glad y'like it." Travis smiled, handing his son the tube of body wash gel.
"Y'know," he continued.  "If I had it my way, I'd be buck naked 24/7."  He
shook his limp cock from side to side, and grinned.  "A guy can just hang
loose if he's naked, rather than having things all bunched up, getting all
sweaty."  He quickly held up a hand, forefinger extended.  "Though sweat
*does* have its good side too."

Kent barked a laugh.  "No lie.  Y'know, whenever Glenn and I are here
alone, we never wear clothes.  Of course," Kent added, scrubbing between
the cheeks of his ass, "Glenn and I are a lot like you."

Travis raised his eyebrows.  "Oh?"

"All of us are just a bunch of show-offs, y'know."

"And to whom do you show off?" Travis asked, intrigued by the turn in the
conversation.  "Other than your brother and me that is?"

Kent shrugged, washing the soap out of his short hair.  "Oh, I find
opportunities," he answered, in a cryptic response, which sounded very much
like something Travis' brother, Nick, might say.

"Oh?" Travis asked, scrutinizing his son's casual manner.  "You're not
doing something inappropriate, I trust . . . flashing people who don't want
to see your goods, or children, or things like that."

Kent's laugh was carefree, bubbling over like an over-full glass of
champagne.  He casually stroked himself as his father watched.  "Nah."  His
grin was infectious.  "I'm not a flasher.  Those sorta guys only offer a
peak at the goods.  I want to give people a good look."  He smiled
brightly, grabbed his slightly thickening cock, and wagged it at his
father.  "After all, my theory is that if you've got it, show it off."

"And you consider yourself as having something to show off?" Travis teased,
captivated by the sight of his son slowly bringing himself to full
erection.

Kent shrugged.  "Doesn't matter what I've got, really.  What matters is
that I like to show it off."  He tilted his head toward his father's
thickening cock.  "And, most people like to watch."  He winked.  "Seems
like what I've got is having an affect on you."

"I've been horny all day," Travis grinned, fondling himself.  He'd never
done anything like this with either of his sons.  He'd never even *thought*
of displaying and stroking himself in front of his boys.  That was
something he'd always confined to his older brother, and a few other male
friends he'd had through the years.  Now, the more Kent studied him, the
more indecent he wanted to behave.

"You should beat-off," Kent suggested, moving closer to his father.

"I have, but that hasn't helped any."

"Maybe you're horny 'cause of my sexy body," Kent teased.  "Or, maybe it's
my boy-equipment that's got you all horned-up."  He shook his erection from
side to side, then grasped it tightly with one hand, causing the head to
swell, as he pinched one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger of his
other hand.

'There's that bracelet,' Travis thought to himself, as Kent moved closer.

"Let's see how much more growing I have to do to be as big as you, Dad," he
said, meeting his father's eyes.  "Remember how we used to compare our
cocks, when Glenn and I were younger?  I've done a lot of growing since
then.  Travis' eyes flicked from his son's cock to his face, and his
ingenuous expression.

'I'd swear he's coming on to me," Travis thought, noticing how one corner
of Kent's lips seemed to twitch, as if suppressing a smile.

Kent was now standing only inches away.  He took hold of his own penis and
placed it alongside his father's, grasping both.  The touch was like an
electric spark, igniting a passion in both men.  Travis took a shuddering
breath, as Kent began to slowly masturbate them both.

"I'd say they're the same size," Travis managed, in a shaking voice.  He
looked at his son's intent face.  "Y'sure you want to be doing this?  I
mean, if you continue on much longer, I'm gonna shoot."

Kent cooed.  "That'd be cool," he smiled, with twinkling eyes.  "I've never
seen you pop a load."

"Nor I you."

"You like your baby boy masturbating your big dick?" Kent asked, ignoring
the water splashing over him and his father, and speaking in a voice loud
enough only to be heard over the sound of the shower.  "You're a show off,
just like me," Kent continued.  "You also must really get turned on by the
thought of sex with another guy."  His crooked grin lasted only a moment.
"Maybe you're all turned on because the guy who has his hand wrapped around
your thing is your little boy."  He squeezed harder.  "If you weren't, you
would have gotten out of the shower a long time ago."  He reached for his
father's scrotum with his other hand, and tugged gently, just the way he
and Glenn liked it.

"Do you like eating your own sperm?" Kent asked, continuing before his
father could answer.  "I can't get enough of my own.  In fact, I like to
shoot it directly into my own mouth."  He smiled.  "That way I don't miss a
drop."

"You can suck yourself?"  Travis asked in a shaky voice, glancing toward
his son's hand, which could barely hold the two cocks.  It was becoming
more and more difficult for Travis to think.

"Nah," Kent sighed.  "I can't suck myself.  I'm not limber enough for that
. . . or long enough," he lamented.  "I just lay on the bed and kick my
legs back so my cock's pointed right at my open mouth.  Then, when I shoot,
I squirt my load right onto my tongue."

He decided to go for broke.  "Sometimes, Glenn squirts his load into my
mouth at the same time I'm shooting my own load."  Kent continued to milk
his father's cock.  "It's way cool to taste his load as well as mine."

'He's wondering if he should ask,' Kent thought, watching his father's
expression, while he slowly slipped his hand up and down their combined
erections.  'He's wondering if he should do it.'

He could see the point at which his father made a decision.

'Yes!' he thought.  'He's gonna do it!'

"I'd like to see that," Travis groaned, succumbing to his son's encouraging
words, as well as the expert treatment he was receiving.

"All you have to do is ask," Kent offered, reaching out and tweaking one of
his father's nipples.  "Remember, I like to show off, and showing off for
my dad is awesome."  He moved his hips from side-to-side, dragging the head
of his cock across his father's groin.  "I'd do anything for my dad.  I'd
let him see me do anything, or let him do anything he wanted to me."  Kent
thrust his hips forward, trapping his and his father's cocks.  "All my
father has to do is . . . ask."

'Damn, he's good,' Travis' thought, as it flashed across his mind.  'Knows
exactly the right buttons to push to get me to do whatever he wants.'

Travis licked his lips.  "Lemme see you shoot in your mouth, Kent," he
almost begged.

"Are you gonna shoot like Glenn does?" Kent asked, leaning forward and
teasing one of his father's nipples with his teeth.

"In your mouth?"

Kent smiled.  "That's the only place *to* shoot."

"You're wanting to suck it?" Travis asked, in an unsteady voice, and Kent
began working on the other nipple, while continuing to tease the length of
Travis' erection with the tips of his fingers.

"No sucking today, Dad," he winked.  "Maybe some other time.  What I'd like
is for you to squirt your jiz into my mouth at the same time I shoot my own
load."  He grinned.  "You can feel me up if you need a . . ."  He seemed to
hesitate.

"Am I freaking you?  I mean, are you okay with me asking you to do all
this?"  He looked closely at his father.  "Have you ever done any sex-stuff
with a guy before?  I'm figuring that you must have, or you would be either
acting all shocked, or yelling at me if you hadn't.  Am I right?"

"Yes, I have.  A long time ago.  But," he grinned, "I'm finding that I'm
pretty turned on by your behavior, and by the opportunity of shooting in
your mouth."

Kent's smile was luminous.  He turned off the shower, then stepped out and
hurriedly dried himself, motioning for his father to hurry.  "C'mon, guy,"
he urged.  "I want you all to myself.  I don't want Glenn interrupting."

"Or your mother."

"Hmm.  Her, too, I guess.  *She'd* probably freak, seeing you pumping a
load onto my tongue."  Without waiting for an answer, Kent tossed his towel
onto the bathroom vanity counter, stepped over his discarded clothing, and
rushed into his parents' bedroom, where he climbed onto the bed and lay
back, rolling into a position where his erection pointed directly at his
mouth.

"C'mon, Dad," he urged.  "Feel free to touch me anywhere, or do anything
you want, as long as you manage to pump out a big load."

"No chance of that not happening," Travis laughed, as he reached for his
son's upturned butt cheeks and exposed hole.  "In fact, it's not gonna take
me but a minute, seeing you like this."

"You like what you see?" Kent managed to ask, as he worked on bringing
himself to orgasm.

"Ohhh, yes," Travis exhaled, his breathing becoming ragged.  "You can show
off for me any time, Kent," he managed to say, moving closer and placing
the head of his cock near his son's open mouth, as he felt the tingling
behind his balls begin to spread.

"I'm 'bout there," he breathed heavily.  "I wanna see you blow a fuckin'
big load, little boy," he grunted.  "Show me how much my stud-son can
shoot."

Travis pressed a thumb against his son's anus, feeling the muscular opening
move at his touch.  "Next time we do this, you're gonna be shooting your
fuckin' load into *my* mouth."

Kent grunted a response, and began to pump faster, the sphincter of his
asshole tightening and relaxing in a steady rhythm beneath his father's
thumb.  "Shoot, Dad," he groaned, one second before the first blast of his
boy-cum splashed against his waiting tongue.  A fraction of a second later,
Travis' groans joined those of his son.  His first jet hit squarely on
Kent's tongue, while the second hit him on the cheek, one end dangling into
the open mouth.  The third mixed with Kent's, as they both shot together.

His son's sphincter tightened with each pulse of his thick white cum
shooting from the head of his cock.  As both Travis and Kent's sperm mixed,
it seemed to pause for the briefest of moments before sliding back into
Kent's throat.  He gulped a swallow then licked his lips, his eyes
twinkling as his father continued to massage a thumb over his son's butt
hole.

"The hole's yours, Dad," Kent murmured.  "If you want it."

Travis jerked his hand away, and gave his son an uneasy smile.  "I don't
think so, Kent," he said, moving far enough away to allow Kent space to
stretch out on his back.  "Showing off for one another . . . and doing what
we just did, is one thing."  He cleared his throat.  "Penetrating you is
something else."

"But, you'd like to, wouldn't you?" Kent persisted.

"Sniff your finger," he ordered, looking up at his father, who continued to
kneel at his side.  "Then, suck on it."  He fondled his father's scrotum as
he spoke.  "No matter what you say, you *want* to have your dick buried in
my butt hole."  He slid a finger between his father's legs, as Travis
sucked his the fingers which had been massaging his son's asshole.  "You
want to feel my hole surround you with heat as you slide . . ."  He ran the
tip of a forefinger around the perimeter of his father's hole as he
continued to speak.  "You want to feel the heat on your dick as you slide
in and out."

A tremor coursed through Travis' body, caused by both his son's words, and
the feeling of the steady pressure being applied to his hole.  The pressure
wasn't sufficient to penetrate him, but created fantasies of what it would
be like to have his youngest boy mount him and drop a load deep inside him.

He could almost feel Kent's weight on top of him, and his breath, hot
against his neck as the wide head of his son's penis forced its way past
his tight sphincter.  He took a shuddering breath.

"Hello!"  A woman's voice called from downstairs.  "I'm home.  Where is
everyone?"

"Mom!" Kent hissed, rolling off the bed and trotting into the hallway,
presumably heading to his and Glenn's bedroom.

"Hi, Julie," Travis shouted out the door.  "I'm about to step into the
shower."  He hastily straightened the bedspread and looked around for any
hint that Kent and he had been playing.  His head swung around as his
oldest son, Glenn, spoke to him, leaning on the doorway and grinning.

"I stopped by to grab my stuff," she shouted, from the bottom of the
stairway.  "Now, I'm off to the gym."  Her voice faded as she turned away.
"Bye."

"He can be a pretty demanding lover," Glenn spoke, startling his father.
"Can't he?"

"You heard what went on?" Travis asked, sinking to the bed and laying back,
propping himself up on his elbows, his feet resting flat on the carpeted
floor, his legs spread, allowing his cock and testicles to hang freely
between his legs.  He was past being surprised by his sons.  "Does your
brother know you're home?"

Glenn shook his head as he stepped into the room and swung the door shut.
"Nope.  I came in a little before Mom."  He grinned.  "I moved out of the
way only a second before little brother ran out of the room."  Glenn locked
the door, knowing his father's eyes were following his every movement,
while at the same time, his penis, which had been limp only moments
earlier, began to stiffen.  Next, Glenn pried off his trainers and stripped
out of his workout clothes, dropping them in a puddle at his feet.

"You and Kent have had some fun.  Now, it's my turn," he murmured, as he
approached the bed and stood between his father's legs.

"I'm not going to fuck either of my son's," Travis warned.  "You heard me
tell Kent that."

Glenn made a sound, deep in his throat, as he climbed onto the bed and
walked to a position where he was straddling his father's head, one foot on
either side.  "I'm not asking you to," Glenn murmured, his low voice almost
hypnotic.  "I know that you like sweat, though," he added, spreading his
feet slightly and running a hand over his own scrotum, then between his
legs, aware that his father was watching his every move.

"You *do* like sweat, don't you Dad?"

"Ohhhhh yessss," Travis groaned, feeling his cock throb, as he lay on his
back watching Glenn standing over him, his own cock now standing straight
as he spread his butt cheeks with both hands, showing his anus to his
father for the first time since he was an infant.

"D'you like sweaty boy butt holes, Dad?" he asked.  "D'you wanna lick my
sweaty ass while I squat on your tongue and spread my cheeks wide, so you
can get your tongue in deep?  He cupped his scrotum, tugging slightly on
the large hairless sac.

"My nuts are all sweaty too," he murmured.  "You wanna suck on 'em?"

Travis watched as Glenn raised an arm and loudly sniffed one of his own
armpits.  "My pits need cleaning, too."

Travis groaned at the thought of giving his oldest son a tongue bath.

"But first," Glenn lowered himself onto his father's waiting tongue.
"First," he repeated, I'm gonna let you have a go at my sweaty hole."

~ to be continued ~

My stories on Nifty include:
Phalen  (located in the Gay College Section)
Phalen - Finding Happiness (Gay College Section)
Phalen - Reputation and Honor (Coming Soon)
Chris   (Gay College Section)
Leith   (Gay College Section) (Unfinished)
Owen   (Gay College Section
Wesley   (Adult Relationships Section)
Jess (Gay Incest Section)
Travis (Gay Incest Section)

I hope you enjoy them all.

If you would like a photo of the characters, please email me.  I may be
reached at roynm@mac.com.  I welcome all email messages, and appreciate
hearing your thoughts.