Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:50:36 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Travis - chapter 4 - Gay Incest Section

Travis

Chapter four

by Roy Reinikainen

Glenn hissed an indrawn breath, held it as his father's tongue found its
target, then sighed as Travis managed to force his tongue through his
oldest son's sphincter.  "Fuuuuck, Dad," he groaned, spreading his own
cheeks farther apart and squirming as his father alternatively lapped
across the slight, muscular, mound of his pucker, then spear it with his
tongue.  "I've always wanted someone to suck on my ass hole."  He trembled
at the feelings coursing through his body.  "I just never thought it'd be
my father who'd be the first person to eat my sweaty hole."

"I'm the first?" Travis managed, as his son shifted position, his smooth
scrotum now dangling over his father's open mouth.  "You've never done this
before?  With anyone?"

Glenn chuckled.  "Nope.  You're the first."  Another chuckle.  "This
obviously isn't the first for *you* though."  Travis released one testicle
and sucked the other one into his mouth.  "Did'ya lick little brother's
butt hole too?"  Beneath him, his father shook his head.

"Did'ya taste the little fucker's jiz?" Glenn asked, as his father lapped
between the back of his balls and his ass hole?  "Kent's got the sweetest
jiz."  Travis groaned and forced the tip of his tongue back into his oldest
son's tight asshole.  "He likes to shoot one of his big loads all over his
stomach, then smear his stuff around so I can lick it off him."

Glenn began to stroke his bouncing cock, a germ of an idea taking root as
he watched his father stroke his own erection.

"Y'like the taste of sperm, Dad?" he asked, as his father continued to
slowly stimulate his own cock.  It looked so much like Kent's it was
amazing . . . straight and thick, with a large over-hanging head and a piss
slit which spread open with each downward stroke of his hand.  His father's
pubes were trimmed, leaving a thin line of hair leading to his navel, then
up to a fine spread of trimmed chest hair and two small, firm, nipples
which stood proud on his heaving chest.

Glenn's own cock, pale-skinned like his father and brother's, though
slightly larger than his younger brother's, had a slight upward curve, with
a slightly smaller head.  His baggy scrotum though, was larger than either
his father or brother's, and he fancied because of its size, he could shoot
larger loads.  With the stimulation his father was providing, he was
confident his imminent orgasm was going to make the record books.

"Y'like the taste of sperm?" Glenn repeated, unsure whether his father had
answered the same question he'd asked earlier.  "I'm thinking that I'd like
for you and me to shoot on my chest, so you can lick our junk off."

He changed position, and ran the head of his drooling penis over his
father's cheeks, and across his nose.

"On your back, boy!" Travis ordered, scooting from beneath his son and
urging him onto his back.  "I'm 'bout to blow one of the biggest loads of
my life."  He wiped the back of a hand across his spit-wet face then knelt
at his son's side as they both slowly stimulated themselves to orgasm.

"Play with my butt hole, Glenn," Travis ordered, spreading his knees enough
for his son to snake a finger between his cheeks and begin to toy with his
hole.  "Y'gonna lick it for me someday, just like I did yours?" he asked.
"Y'wanna lick my sweaty pits and clean my balls for me?"

"What about piss, Dad?" Glenn asked, forcing a finger into his father and
searching for the hard nut of his prostate.  Travis trembled at the
intrusion and the sensations it was causing.  "I like to lay in the bath
tub and try'n hit my open mouth with my piss-stream."  Travis squirmed on
his son's finger as Glenn described what he enjoyed, a clear strand of
pre-cum swinging from the end of his head.

"Y'ever done that?  Tasted your own piss?" Glenn asked, mesmerized by the
sight of his father's juice, and trembling when the thread broke and the
pre-cum landed on his stomach.

"Get ready, boy," Travis groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his
head back.  "I'm gonna give you a fuckin' big load . . . all . . . over
. . . your . . . chest."  Glenn watched transfixed, as his father's hand
paused, his cock seemed to thicken even further and, with a massive jerk,
the first jet of white-hot sperm splashed against his chin then draped
across his chest.  The second shot followed the first, adding a second
string of sperm which joined the first of Glenn's.

Glenn tightened the muscles of his buttocks as he arched his back, and in a
convulsive thrust, his second jet joined the white strings.

Travis was grinning as he used his cock and began to smear both his and his
son's load around his son's chest and belly.  When Glenn removed his
finger, Travis felt empty and momentarily questioned is self-imposed
restriction on having anal sex with either of his boys.

"Lick it, Dad," Glenn ordered, still in control of the encounter.  "Clean
our stuff off."

Travis' eyes sparkled at his son's surprised reaction, as he held his
Glenn's still-erect penis at its base and buried its full length down his
throat.  He sucked on the thick shaft for only a moment, leaving behind a
promise of what he and Glenn would be doing at some future time, then began
to lick and slurp his way from his son's thick pubes, up his stomach, to
his chest, and the two ultra-sensitive nipples.

When Travis looked up, his eyes still sparkling, and his cheeks, mouth and
chin covered with a sheen of spit and sperm, Glenn couldn't help himself.
He reached out and pulled his father to him, madly searching out his
father's mouth and tongue.

"Ohhhh, Dad," he managed, between aggressive kisses on the part of both him
and his father.  "That was fuckin' fantastic."  He heaved a laugh.  "No.
Better'n that."  He pulled his father close for another kiss.  "I don't
have the words."  He licked over his father's slime-covered face.  "You are
one fuckin' hot stud."  He grinned.  "Mom is soooo lucky."

At his father's raised-eyebrow query, Glenn continued.  "She gets to be
fucked by you."

"You been fucked before?" Travis asked, resting the length of his body atop
his son's.  Glenn nodded once.  "A couple times."  Before his father could
ask, he added.  "I won't say who, so don't ask."

"What about fucking?" Travis asked, nuzzling the crook of Glenn's neck,
then moving to one of his armpits where he began to clean it.  "You ever
fucked a guy?"  Another nod.

"What about a girl?" Travis asked.  Glenn barked a laugh.

"Are you serious?"  He snorted.  "I'm not about ready to spend an evening
between some girl's legs, poking my thing into her loose hole.  If I'm
gonna shove my dick into something it's gonna be a guy's tight, hot, butt
hole.  I wanna feel my cock lubed by my own pre-cum, and feel him use his
hole muscles to milk my dick as I pump out a load into him.  Besides," he
snorted, "from the porn videos I've seen, girls seem to get off by
squealing a lot, and they seem to flick their tongue at your cock instead
of really *sucking* on it."  He shuddered.  "Nope, no woman's ever gonna
have my dick up her cunt."

Travis grinned, propped himself up on an elbow and watched his son.
"Stranger things have happened," he mused.  "I think a woman would love
being *poked* by your thing," he added, playfully tweaking his son's
softening cock.  "Who knows?  You might enjoy it."

"What?" Glenn grinned.  "You wiling to share Mom, 'cause she's the only
girl I know, other than Grandma."

"Glenn!  Your own mother?"

"Well, I'm laying in my parents' bed fucking around with my own father.  If
I was into women, what would be the difference?"

Travis glanced at the bedside clock, unsure how to respond.  "Speaking of
your mother.  We'd better straighten up in here, and I need to get a
shower." He waved a hand in front of his face.  "Besides, this place smells
of sex."

"I need a shower too," Glenn grinned.  "I feel all sticky."

"You mean I didn't clean you well enough?"

"Given enough tries, you'll get the hang of it," Glenn laughed, rolling off
the bed and crossing the room to retrieve his clothes, while Travis righted
the bed clothes.

"You mean, you'd like this to be more than a one-time thing?"  Glenn seemed
genuinely surprised by the question.

"Definitely!"  He crossed to his father and lightly pinched one of his
nipples.  "Next time though, *I* get to give you a tongue bath.  Deal?"  He
pulled his father's face close for a final, deep and lengthy kiss.

"It's a deal," Travis responded.  He slapped Glenn's ass cheek with the
open palm of a hand.  "Now, get out of here.  I've got to get cleaned up!"


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"You guys were loud enough!" Kent playfully complained from where he lay,
as his older brother closed their bedroom door behind him, still naked.  "I
could hear all the grunting and groaning waaaay in here!  It's a good thing
Mom was at the gym or you guys would'a been busted."

"Y'know something?" Glenn asked, sitting on the edge of his brother's bed
and lightly running a hand over Kent's chest, feeling the nipples stiffen
at his touch.

"Yeah," Kent chuckled.  "I know a couple things.  Something specific you'd
like to know about?"  Glenn pinched one of the nipples causing his brother
to jump.

"Hey!"

"It seemed to me that Dad already knew that both of us like guys."

"Well, after today, he should have no doubts!" Kent laughed, flashing his
perfect smile.  "What surprised me though, was that I don't think today was
the first time Dad had had guy-sex."  Kent grinned.  "He also didn't bitch
about my language.  Normally, he'll give me one of *those* looks if I even
say, damn."

"He was being waaay nastier than you ever are," Glenn chuckled, reaching
over his brother to turn out the lamp on the bedside table, before he
snuggled close, welcoming the warmth of his brother's body and the strength
of Kent's embrace.

"Geez, you feel good," Kent murmured, close to his older brother's ear.
Glenn snuggled closer, humming a response as Kent licked over his neck.

"Hmmm,"Kent murmured.  "Sweat."

The two men lapsed into silence, broken only by the sound of their mother's
return, and their parents' voices.  "When'r we gonna make another porn vid?
The last one has been way popular."  Kent chuckled.  "Must be popular
because of my oozing sex appeal."  He nudged his brother.  "You're pretty
easy on the eyes, too."

"Thanks," Glenn responded in a droll voice.

"Maybe we should take Uncle Nick's idea and do a piss vid.  I'm not
thinking of pissing in your mouth, so don't get all freaking on me," he
added.  "We can do a piss-thing without having to show our faces."

Glenn yawned.  "Right now, all I want to do is sleep.  Besides, Uncle Nick
is full of ideas.


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Nick pulled out a chair and smiled his thanks to the waiter and gave him
his drink order.  "You look like the cat who just swallowed the canary,"
Nick observed, studying his brother.  Travis seemed to always be smiling,
but this afternoon, he seemed especially smug.  "Is there any special
reason?  Am I going to be an uncle, yet again?  Did you receive a
promotion?  Give.  What's happened?"

"I played with both of the boys . . . sexually," Travis added, when Nick
seemed slow to understand.  "I've never done anything like that with anyone
other than you, but it seemed so . . . natural, with them."

"The three of you played?"

Travis shook his head.  "No, it happened separately.  It was almost as if
they had planned it, but I don't see how they could have."

"Ooooh," Nick's grin blossomed into a smile.  "Sounds like fun.  Those two
boys exude sex.  They probably have guys lined up waiting to take a turn."
Nick focused his attention on his brother.  "Did you fuck them, or did
they, you?"  The smile faded slightly when Travis shook his head.

"No, neither."  Travis toyed with his water glass.  "For some reason, I'm
loath to go that far with either of the boys."  He shrugged, meeting his
brother's incredulous expression.  "Don't ask me why.  I can't figure it
out either.  I mean, I've done about everything else, with one or the other
of them.  Sliding my cock up their hole shouldn't be so difficult to
contemplate, but . . ."  His mouth twisted into a crooked grin.

"But, you would like to pump a load into them, or have them squirt a load
of boy-juice into your hot man-hole."

Travis barked a laugh.  "You always did have a way with words, Nick."

Nick grinned and shrugged, accepting his brother's compliment.  "So," he
asked, leaning across the table, "did you invite me to lunch to gloat about
your conquest, or is there another reason.  You don't plan on inviting me
over for an evening of family fun, do you?"

"I want you to give me one of your loads," Travis responded, avoiding his
brother's broad hint that he be included in any future play with Glenn and
Kent.  "As far up my butt hole as you can stick that big dick of yours."
Travis seemed to flush with excitement as he spoke.  "I want to squat on
it.  I want to lay on my back with my knees touching my shoulders and have
you tongue my hole before I feel you stretching me as you slide in using
your spit as lube.  I want to feel your weight on top of me, and feel your
dick throb as it pulses a load inside me."

"And you say *I* have a way with words!" Nick laughed, squirming slightly
as he tried to adjust his suddenly-thickening cock.  "It has been a long
time, Trav.  Are you sure you want all that, or are you just horny, using
me as a substitute for your boys?"

"Fuck yes, I'm horny," Travis hissed.  "If you'd seen my boys' smooth ass
cheeks and thick dicks, you'd be horny as hell, too.  But, no, you're not a
substitute.  I'm just so fuckin' horned-up, my ass is twitching wanting to
be plugged so badly I can hardly stand it."

"Did you want to fuck me, too?" Nick asked, anxious to see his brother's
response.

Travis looked at him with a wide-eyed expression of disbelief.  "You'd let
me?  I mean, pump a load into you n'all?  I thought you liked being a
top-man too much to ever bottom for anyone."

Nick returned an enigmatic smile.  "Oh, since we've last played, I've
broadened my horizons.  I'm into all sorts of things you and I never tried
when we were kids."  He smiled his thanks as the waiter placed their lunch
in front of them and withdrew.

"When'd you plan to do all this fucking?" he asked his brother.  "Could it
be that you're wanting me to climb on top of you . . . after lunch?"  He
winked.  "I could lick your butt hole for dessert."


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"Pollard!" the coach shouted over the din of the locker room.  It was the
last class of the day and everyone was anxious to be on their way.  Kent
looked up at the sound of his last name.  He slipped on a jockstrap,
slammed his locker door closed, and threaded his way through his
classmates, motioning to the coach that he'd heard the call.

"Yeah, coach?" he asked, following the coach into the man's office.

"Close the door."  The coach, dressed in a pair of tight fitting shorts,
and form-fitting t-shirt, both emblazoned with the school's name, perched
on the corner of his desk, one foot on the floor, the other slowly swinging
as he studied the young man standing in front of him.

"You're a show off, Mr. Pollard," the coach said, his deep voice breaking
the silence.

"Sir?"

"I fuckin' enjoyed our little tryst in the shower," the Coach elaborated.
"I've been beating my meat a couple times a day, thinking about it."  He
leaned forward, pinning Kent with a stare.

"What I'm wanting to know," he asked, leaning even further forward.  "Were
you merely fucking with my mind, showing off for me, like you did, or did
you enjoy it as much as I did?"  The coach squirmed slightly.

"Me even *mentioning* my . . . indiscretion . . . shows you how hot I
thought the entire thing was."

"You like sixteen year-old cock, Coach?" Kent asked, slowly crossing the
room to stand close to the older man.  In the background, the locker room
had quieted enough that he could hear each rapid breath the coach took.
Kent turned to the side.  "Or sixteen year-old butt?" he asked, rubbing the
palm of one hand over the smooth skin of a cheek before he slapped it with
a sharp smack, leaving a pink imprint of his hand on the pale skin.

"What is it you fantasize about when you beat-off, Coach?" Kent asked,
spreading his legs slightly, and thrusting his hips forward, his thickening
cock straining at the confines of his jockstrap.  "Do you wanna suck my
boy-cock dry?  Or, maybe you want to spread my ass cheeks and play with my
pucker."  He grinned when the coach groaned.

"Or maybe," Kent continued, stepping closer to the coach and placing a hand
on the mound of the older man's groin.  "Or maybe, you'd like *me* to suck
*you* dry."  He squeezed the man's cock through his shorts with one hand
while tweaking one of the coach's nipples with the other.

"Or," Kent continued, snaking a hand between the spread legs of the older
man, feeling the sweat-damp fabric of the gym shorts, as he pushed on the
fabric directly above the coach's asshole.  "Or," Kent repeated, pinching
harder on the nipple.  "Maybe you would like to spread those hairy ass
cheeks of yours so I can play with *your* pucker?"  The coach openly
groaned, reaching for Kent's jock.

"Okay with you for me to do this, Pollard?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Kent grinned, pushing his hips forward.  "Only if you promise not to stop
until we've each tasted the other's sperm."


~ 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)

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