Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:26:25 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Travis - chapter 5 - Gay Incest Section

Author's note: Please be aware that this story differs from most of my
other work, in that it is primarily, a story of sex.  If that's what you're
searching for, you've come to the right place.  If you'd rather read a
story of romance, which includes some sex, please read my other work:
Phalen, Wesley, Chris, or Owen.


Travis

Chapter five

by Roy Reinikainen

	Kent's smile faded to be replaced with an expression of lust.
"Y'called me in here to see my body, didn't you Coach?" he asked, spreading
his legs slightly, thrusting his hips forward, and reaching up to tweak one
of his nipples.  "You get off watching me, don't you?"  He turned his back
to the coach and caressed the milk-white skin of his muscular buttocks.

	"You want me, don't you?" he asked, taking one step closer to his
teacher.  "Ever since you shot a load in the shower, you've been wanting to
touch me, to lick me . . ."  He extended his tongue.  "To feel my tongue
inside your mouth or licking your man hole."  He grinned when the coach
moaned.

	"You wanna suck my boy-dick and taste my jiz," don'tcha?"  The
coach mutely nodded, transfixed by the young exhibitionist putting on a
show only a few feet away.

	Kent reached behind himself, obviously toying with his own hole.
He held out a forefinger, pungent with the smell of sweat and boy-butt.
"You wanna rub your face between my ass cheeks, spreading my boy-sweat all
over your face, before you stick your tongue into me."  He raised his
voice.  "Don't you, Coach?"

	The older man nodded once, his mouth open slightly as he tried to
control his rapid breathing.  He followed the boy's finger as Kent reached
out, first passing the finger beneath his nose, pausing long enough for him
to inhale deeply, then dragging the finger across the older man's lips.

	"Suck on it, Coach," Kent ordered.  "Suck on my finger like you
wanna suck on my boy-dick.  He looked at the coach, wearing a mischievous
smile as the older man continued to nurse on his finger.  "You wanna suck
on my nips?" he asked.  "They're yours for the taking."  He gently pinched
one of his own nipples.

	"Nurse on 'em, Coach.  Lemme feel your tongue.

	"C'mon, Coach, strip-off and let me get a good look at you."  Kent
slipped out of his own jockstrap and reached out to help the coach with his
clothes.  When the coach stood before him, naked and hard, Kent cooed his
approval.  He stepped close and began to suck on one of the coach's nipples
while fondling the older man's erection.

	"Nice," he murmured, after licking the man's sweaty pits.  "I love
a sweaty guy almost as much as I love the taste of a guy's jiz," he
murmured, finding it difficult to restrain himself from dropping to his
knees and sucking the coach's erection.  Since the encounter with his
father, Kent had been constantly horned-up.  Having sex with his older
brother was outstanding, but was nothing compared with having sex with an
older man.

	Both Kent and the coach jumped as the office telephone rang,
demanding attention.  "Hello?" the coach answered, trying to control his
breathing.  He paused, listening to the person on the other end of the line
speak.  "Yeah, okay, but I've got something I'm attending to at the moment.
I'll be there in fifteen minutes, latest."  He slammed the phone down with
a mild curse.

	"Fuck!  What a damned time to have a *teacher's meeting*, he
sneered the words.  "I'm 'bout ready to bust a nut, and instead, I have to
sit around a table and *listen* to a bunch of nuts!"

	Kent dropped to his knees in front of the coach.  "Then let's stop
complaining.  Remember, we're gonna let one another taste the other's
sperm."  He opened his mouth and extended his tongue.  "I'd bet you'd like
to see your dick shoot its load directly onto my tongue," he said, as the
coach began to feverishly masturbate.

	"I'm gonna taste yours too, Mr. Pollard?" the coach asked, jumping
slightly as Kent began to fondle his testicles.  The coach sighed.  "Fuck
yeah.  I love having my nuts played with."

	"What about your hole?" Kent asked, pushing a finger he'd wet in
his mouth, into the coach's hole, probing deep enough to rub across the
hard mound of his prostate.  At the first touch of Kent's finger on the
sensitive organ, the coach groaned and began to fuck himself on Kent's
extended finger.

	"Yeah, finger me, boy," he changed.  "Next time we do this, that
hard dick of yours is gonna be massaging my prostate."  Kent pressed
harder.  He knew how much he enjoyed Glenn fingering him as he beat-off,
and wanted the coach to shoot a big load.  Every time Glenn toyed with his
prostate, he would reward his brother with an especially big load.  He
hoped it would be the same for the coach.

	"C'mon, Coach," he urged.  "Drown me in your jiz."  He could feel
the prostate swell at the same time the coach's sphincter convulsively
clamped down on the probing finger, and the first jet of the older man's
sperm splashed against the back of Kent's throat.  He madly swallowed as
the first shot was followed by a second and third less forceful spray,
these coating his tongue with the salty, thick juice.

	"Oh, holy fuckin' shit," the coach muttered, holding onto Kent's
head and tilting it back so he could see his load coating the young man's
tongue.  "That was beyond awesome," he said.  "Way fuckin' beyond."

	He inserted a finger into Kent's mouth and played with his own
sperm for a few moments before withdrawing the finger and wiping it across
the younger man's cheek.  "Swallow, boy," he ordered.  "Swallow my
man-juice, then beat-off quick so I can taste your stuff."

	Kent swallowed, cursing the teacher's meeting.  He had fantasized
about the coach fucking him, just like his uncle Nick did.  Now, because of
a telephone call, that fantasy would have to wait.  'Still,' he thought to
himself.  'I *did* get to taste his junk.  That thought alone was enough to
make him shoot a quick load of sperm in three strong blasts, onto the
coach's face.

	"Y'like my boy-jiz, don't you, Coach?" he asked, as he finished
shooting and began spreading his sperm over the coach's face with the head
of his cock.  "Next time," Kent continued, "there'll be no teacher's
meeting, and you and I will definitely do more than *taste* one another's
sperm."  He slipped a hand between the coach's hairy thighs and probed the
older man's hole.

	"When we finish, each of us are gonna go home carrying the other's
load, deep in our butts."  He withdrew his finger, wiped it across the
astonished coach's lower lip, then casually stooped to pick up his
jockstrap.

	With a glance over his shoulder, he opened the office door and
smiled, his stained jock hanging from one hand.  "Enjoy the teacher's
meeting, Coach."  He softly closed the office door, leaving the coach to
wipe what he could of the young man's sperm into his mouth, and wonder
exactly who had been in control of the encounter he had so carefully
planned.

	"The little fucker," he said, aloud, as he scraped the last of the
liquifying sperm into his mouth, then licked his fingers.  "The sexy little
fucker."


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	Nick worked the key into the door lock and turned to grin at his
brother ho stood anxiously at his side, bouncing on the balls of his feet
like a school boy about to experience his first fuck.  "So," Nick drawled,
as they entered his darkened apartment.  "Those boys of yours are
show-offs, just like me'n you?"

	"Like you, Nick," Travis laughed.  "I'm nowhere in your league,
though I'd be willing to bet Kent could give you a run for your money.
From the moment he stepped into the shower, something he's never done, I
might add, he was in control."  Travis chuckled.  "I was nothing more than
a puppet with my youngest son controlling my every movement by his nasty
language, and his warm touch."  Travis shook his head.  "Damn, that boy has
an incredible dick."

	"That big, huh?" Nick grinned to himself as he poured a drink for
him and his brother.

	"It's big enough, though what really turned me on was the head, and
the enormous piss slit."  He groped himself as he sipped the strong drink,
making a face as he swallowed.  "Damn, that thing of his is thick.  I
wonder if anyone has ever been on the receiving end."  Travis chuckled.
"If so, that person's probably walking around bow-legged."

	Nick quickly checked to see if he was exhibiting any hint of
bow-leggedness as he downed the rest of his drink.

	"You seem awfully drawn to the *idea* of having anal sex with your
boys.  Now that you've gone as far as you have, what's stopping you?  It
sounds to me as if they'd jump at the chance to either fuck you, or be
fucked *by* you."

	Travis swirled what little was left of his drink in the bottom of
the glass.  "I don't really know, Nick."

	"You're not adverse to fucking guys your sons' age are you?  Or,"
he continued, "being fucked *by* someone young?"

	Travis thought for a moment.  "Hell no!  I love to stick my dick
into almost anything, whether it be a woman or a man."  He grinned.
"Julie's even used a dildo on me a couple times."

	Nick smiled, surprised his straight-laced brother was admitting so
much.  'Must be the drink,' he thought.

	"The dildo wasn't nearly as good as having *you* sliding your dick
up my hole though," Travis smiled.

	"Trav," Nick said, using his nickname for his brother.  "I've got
an idea."

	Travis raised his eyebrows and downed the rest of his drink,
looking longingly at the empty glass, then deciding that he'd better not
ask for another.

	"I fuck around with a few young guys," Nick said, instantly getting
his brother's attention.  "They all like to fuck, *and* be fucked."  Nick
scooted his chair closer to the table.  "You've heard of a glory hole,
haven't you?"

	A smile spread across Travis' face.  "Oh yeah.  I've gotten a
couple great blow jobs at one when we were in college."

	"Well," Nick continued.  "I think it's a real turn on to fuck a guy
through a glory hole.  Somehow, not knowing anything about the guy whose
hole you're pounding is an extra turn-on for me.  All the guy does is back
his ass hole up to the glory hole and you slide in.  Sometimes, I set
things up where there is a steady stream of young guys coming to the
apartment and using my hole to leave a load.  I never see 'em.  They just
show up, drop their pants and pound my hole for as long and as hard as they
want."  He smiled.  "Fuck, one of the kids told me later that he'd brought
his father along to have a go at my hole.  That was super cool."

	"You've got your own glory hole?  Right here in the apartment?"

	Nick grinned and nodded.  "Yep, two actually.  I used to have a set
of double doors leading to my bedroom.  I took off the doors and had a
carpenter friend of mine install side-by-side partitions, similar to those
in a public bathroom.  Then my friend, cut a good-sized hole in each."

	"Damn," Travis murmured, thinking of the possibilities.

	Nick nodded agreement.  "Of course, my friend and I had to use the
holes right away.  Even though I knew who was fucking me, and who I was
fucking, having that wall between us made things extra hot."

	"There are two holes?"

	Nick nodded.  "Y'think that maybe you might be interested in
dropping a load in a couple of my young friends?  Or," he continued.
"Maybe you'd like to have a few of them breed your hole.  You'd never know
who you fucked, or who fucked you."

	"Shit yeah," Travis groaned, scooting the chair back and massaging
his erection.  "Could I lick their holes first?"

	"You always did like to rim a guy's hole, didn't you?"  When Travis
gave him a sheepish grin, Nick added.  "Of course you can.  You can finger
them, lick them, fuck them, piss on their hole . . . whatever you like.  Of
course, they can do the same to you."

	Travis stood and quickly stripped out of his slacks and underwear.
"I'm ready!  But, since we don't have any young guys to fuck around with,
why don't I back up against one of your glory holes, and you can shoot a
load inside me?"  Travis began walking down the hall to his brother's
bedroom, with Nick following a few steps behind, grinning at how well
things were going.

	'There's more than one way to get a guy to breed his own sons,' he
thought, as he watched the muscles of his brother's ass cheeks flex with
every step he took.

	Travis stopped in front of the double set of, what looked like a
pair of double doors, each with a large hole at groin-height, and neither
reaching the floor or top of the original door opening.  He turned to his
brother wearing a look of amazement.  "Do you have any idea how sexy this
set-up is?"  He ran one of his hands around the smooth opening, noting how
sticky it was.

	"Is this what I think it is?" he asked, before licking the palm of
his hand.  "Whose is it?"

	Nick shrugged.  "I have no idea.  It could be mine, but it could
also be one of twenty or more guys who visit from time to time."

	"Still taking the goods out for an airing, I see," Travis chuckled,
referring to his brother's term for showing off in public in hopes of
attracting someone to have sex with him.

	Nick grinned.  "You got it."  He began to strip-off.  "You did
mention wanting to be fucked," he hinted, as he quickly shed his clothes,
dropping them in a heap on the floor.  The heavy draperies of the bedroom
blocked out most of the light, lending the dual glory holes, an even
sleazier appearance.

	"Fuckin' cool," Travis murmured, as his brother swung one of the
panels aside and stepped through to the other side.  "What do I do, Nick?"
Travis asked.  There was no answer.

	'He always did enjoy games,' Travis thought to himself, as he
sniffed, detecting the odor of poppers in the air.  'Well,' he continued.
'I'm here to get fucked.  The only way that's gonna happen is for me to
show him my ass hole.'

	He tugged once or twice on his cock before bending forward and
reaching back to spread his ass cheeks wide.  He could feel the cool air of
the room touch his hole as he backed up against the circular opening.

	'Geez,' he thought to himself.  'There could be fuckin' *anybody*
on the other side of that partition, and here I am showing 'em my sweaty
ass hole.'  The thought that someone other than his brother might be
watching what he was doing caused his cock to begin to drool.  'This is so
fucking awesome,' he told himself.  'I can't wait for when Nick invites
some of his guy-friends over for me to play with.  I'm gonna . . ."

	His thought was interrupted by the feeling of someone's tongue
lapping across his hole.  His gasp of pleasure was echoed by a faint sound
and an increase in pressure of the person's tongue attempting to penetrate
him.

	"Holy fuck," he groaned, and ground his butt against the partition,
as the person, presumably his brother, penetrated him with a finger.

	'What if it's not Nick?' Travis thought, his excitement doubling at
the possibility.  'Maybe some young guy like Kent or Glenn, is on the other
side gonna push their thick prick into my hole.'

	The penetrating finger was replaced by the person's tongue, causing
him to jump.  "C'mon man," he urged, his voice rough with emotion.  "Stick
that thing up my butt."  He reached back and tried to spread his cheeks
wider, while at the same time, pushing harder against the partition.  "Fuck
me hard.  Shoot your load in me."  There was an evil chuckle from nearby,
followed almost immediately by the pain of being penetrated in one swift
move.

	He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his
sphincter being stretched to its limit.

	"Y'like that, man?" the muffled voice asked.


~ 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.

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