Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2014 04:44:19 -0300
From: Ghost Writer <niftyghostwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Tucked in, part 2 (gay, incest)

Tucked in, Part 2


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My dad came to my room again tonight.


Last night's events still danced in my head... I had thought about it all day
at school. I couldn't concentrate on anything, couldn't focus on any of my
classes, and even went to the bathroom twice to jerk off.


It was so exciting. My dad had watched me pull the sheets off my naked
body. I had showed him all of me, from head to toe. I had let him look at
my hard cock, and the way I touched it. The way I handled it. The way I
stroked it.


He had seen the look in my eyes as I got closer and closer... the tremble of
my lip as I passed the point of no return... and had heard the slight moan I
had made as I shot my boy cum all over my chest.


He had watched. And he was hard. The wet spot in the front of his underwear
proved that he had liked what he had seen.


So tonight, I waited about half an hour after my mother had gone to sleep,
and told my dad I was heading up to bed. I found my room, and stripped
faster than I ever had in my life. I got into bed, naked, and already hard,
waiting and hoping for a visit from my dad.


I heard him come up the stairs, and go into the bathroom two doors down
from my room. He was in there a few minutes. I started having second
thoughts: did dad regret what happened? Had we gotten too close?


But could we really have come as far as we had without going even further?


And then he came out of the bathroom, and walked toward my room. He opened
my door, which was already slightly ajar, and entered my dark room. The
hallway light made me see only his silhouette, and it made him look like a
greek god.


He walked closer to my bed, and stood there. Just stood there, breathing
sort of hard.


Then dad reached over, and turned on my bedside lamp. And there he was, in
all his naked glory.


My dad was standing next to my bed, right next to me, naked, holding his
hard cock in his right hand. It looked just like mine, uncut, with the same
amount of foreskin, the big mushroom head sticking right out, but it was
bigger. About an inch longer at around 8 full inches, and a good inch
thicker.


I'm pretty sure I must have been drooling at this point.


For about a couple of minutes, we both just stroked out cocks. My eyes were
on his, and his were on mine, and we stroked, slowly, sensuously. I
remember licking my lips. Maybe that's what lead to dad's next words.


« You don't have to... it's okay if you don't, »  he whispered, « but if you
want to taste it... you can. »


And that was all the invitation I needed.


I sat up, flung my legs over the side of the bed, feet planted firmly on
the ground, so that I was fully facing my father. He came closer. His right
hand still on his cock, my right hand on mine.


With my left hand, I reached out and touched dad's cock for the first time.
When my hand made count act with the flesh from his dick, I could have shot
my load right there. So I slowed down my jerking, and focused on dad.
Besides, this may only ever happen this one time, and I was going to make
it memorable.


I gave my dad a few strokes... he released his own hand from his dick, and
let both arms just drop to their sides. When I leaned over and kissed the
head of his cock, he actually let out a small whimper.


Then, I parted my lips and slid them over his cock, swallowing as much of
it as I could. His dick was halfway down my throat already, and I've never
tasted anything so good.


Dad dropped his head back, breathing hard, and placed both hands on my
head. As I started to bob my head back and forth on his dick, he started
stroking my hair, playing with it, and running his thumbs along my ears.


I had never felt so loved. And I wanted him to feel how much I loved him,
his body and his cock. And how much I was going to love his sweet cum, if
he would let me have it.


I started really working it now, and for several minutes I sucked inch
after inch of his ccok, as much of it as I could, wrapping my left hand
around the base and stroking him to match the rhythm of my blowjob.


Dad was holding onto the sides of my head now, and slightly fucking my
throat. This turned me on so much, I just couldn't stand it. I could feel
precum oozing from my own dick and down onto my thigh, and I wasn't even
touching myself!


Not able to hold back anymore, I grabbed my dick with my right hand and
started stroking myself furiously as I kept sucking on dad's cock. His eyes
were wide now, looking at me in awe, enthralled by my performance.


I started moaning around his cock, probably louder than I should have, as
my dick started shooting ropes of clear, white cum all over my arm, my
chest and my dad's legs.


That's what sent dad over the edge. he grabbed my face and held it in
place, and I realized, as his balls tightened, that this was it. And his
cock started shooting tick creamy cum, into my mouth, and down the back of
my throat.


He shot so much, so fast, that I nearly couldn't swallow it fast enough. I
did, though, as I was not wasting a drop of my dad's sweet cum. I had
dreamed of blowing a man and swallowing his load for years, and I couldn't
get over how lucky I was to have it be my dad.


Dad finally stopped cumming, and for about five more minutes, as his
hardness diminished, i kept sucking and cleaning the jizz off his tool.


When he eventually pulled out, clean as a whistle, my dad leaned over and
scooped up some of my own jizz from my thigh. This time, he brought it to
his own lips, and just left it there. Then he came in, and planted his lips
onto mine. His lips opened, and his tongue came in to meet mine. They
danced for a few seconds, before he finally broke the kiss and, eyes still
closed, said « I love you, Jesse. I love you very, very much. »


And he turned off my lamp, and left my room.


And I fell asleep exhausted, with a smile and a hard, hard dick.


That's the end of part 2. Do we need a 3rd? niftyghostwriter@gmail.com