Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 20:01:56 +0800 (CST)
From: k s <iwnt2burb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Turning Sixteen

Hey every one!  This is one of the first stories I put up on here.  I
added four at the same time and there are alot more in the works.  The
four I added were this one, Doughboy, Meeting the Team, and Stand In.  I
would really appreciate your feedback just email me at
iwnt2burb@yahoo.com.  This, just so you know isn't my main email so I
may not reply immediately.  I hope you like my story.



Umm, this contains incest and again I didn't plan on making a sequel but
put some different tidbits so I could.  Umm, it's father/son stuff and
if u don't like too bad.  Email me if u do.



The day I turned sixteen was probably one of the best days in my life.
Dad allowed me to throw an extravagant party that was deemed party of the
year for our town.  I got my dream car, and basically had a great time.
The only thing that went remotely wrong was when Dad stuck his head into
the window of the car before I took it around the block for a test spin.
He said,

"You know, what this means right?"  I smiled, hoping for another gift,

"What?"

"It means that you're going to have to work for your money, I'm not
going to just be giving you money anymore," I looked at him for a
second,

"Yeah right," I said and sped off.  It's true, I'm spoiled.  I
didn't see that being changed anytime soon either.  Dad just always gave
me money.  I mean he wouldn't just stop would he?  Well a couple of days
later, I'd forgotten all about him saying that, and I'd asked him for
some money.

"Da," it was what I always called him at home, pronounced like bah in
bah humbug.

"Yeah?"  He was all the way down stairs. I jumped down the two flights
of stairs, and into the lounge room.   He was playing the game he'd
bought me that I never played.  The systems were just symbols of status
for me,

"Can I have some money?  Some friends invited me out," I looked over at
the bathroom door as it opened, "Oh hey Mr. Owings," he nodded at me.
"I didn't hear you come in,"

"Well I came in this door down here," I shrugged,

"Oh," I turned back to Dad,  "So Da, that money," he stood, and
pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

"How much do you need?"  I shrugged, because I really didn't know.
When I go to the mall or somewhere I spend unprecedented amounts of
money, it basically depends on what my friends and I have combined.  I
mean, because I borrow other people's money all the time and use dad's
credit cards.

"I dunno, two hundred should do it," he pulled out the money and handed
it to me,

"Now we're going to have to find out how you're going to pay me back
you know that right,"  I turned around and started up the stairs,

"Whatever you say Da," I pulled out my phone at the top of the stairs,
"I'll be back late,"  The night was filled with walking around the
mall, then stopping by The Village at Varscow.  We even got some fake
ID's and went to a couple of clubs.  When Mike pulled up into our long
driveway, I saw another car pulling out.  I could tell it was Mr.
Owings's car.  It didn't make me think anything; Mr. Owings's was
always at our house.  He insisted that I called him Jack, but I always
had that certain respect for him.  I got out of the car and waved to my
friends.  They watched me walk up to the porch, and I opened the door.
Turning around, I waved.  The car drove off.

On the outside of the house, it seemed that all the lights were off.  The
rose bushes were in front of the lounge room's windows. I guessed Dad
was down there, so I made my way down the stairs, thinking he was asleep,
and drunk.  He usually was and I helped him up the stairs to his room.

He was slumped over on the couch.  I walked over, calling him,

"Da,"  he stirred, and sat up,

"Oh, Charlie boy," I shook my head, he was drunk.

"Come on," I held out my hand and he took it, I pulled him up, and into
me, so that his body was dependent upon mine.  I led him up the stairs,

"So about that money Charlie boy, we need to talk about that," I pulled
him in close so we could fit up the second set of stairs

"Tomorrow" I said brushing him off.

"No, I think we can settle this tonight," he slurred; I led him into
the room.

"What are you talking about dad," I let him slump into a chair and bent
down, and removed his shoes.

"I'm saying you should pay your Dad back," his hand came down on his
thigh.  I looked up at him; I was between his legs removing his shoes.

"And how would I do that," I pulled off his other shoe, not looking
back down.

"What do you think," he sort of slid forward in his seat, his bulge
obscenely close to my face.

"Dad, you're drunk," I shook my head, "You don't know what you're
talking about," I sat back on my feet, still between his legs.

"Actually, I'm very coherent at this moment, and I've never been more
serious," he unbuckled his pants, and unzipped his zipper,

"Da, you're not serious are you," I was gay, I will admit and I knew
dad had a nice sized cock on him.  I `d seen it when I'd undressed him
before to put him to bed.  I hadn't really thought about it any though.
I mean he was my Dad

"What did I just say," he lifted his butt up and pulled his jeans and
briefs down.  His pole popped up, standing at attention.  My mouth
instantly began to water a little.

"Are you sure dad?"  I rested my hand on its base.  His hand raised
mine up, and closed his hand around mine, making me tighten my hand
around his head, he quivered.  His hand dropped, and allowing me to take
control.  With my left hand, I palmed his balls, and pulled on them a
couple of times,

"Ahhh, that's nice," this wasn't the first time I'd done this.
Twisting my hand, I brought it up and brought some precum down onto his
cock.  I continued to sort of massage his balls with my left hand.  I
held my head above his cock and kissed it,

"Dad, I don't think I quite want to do this," I pulled away, and
released him,

"I mean you are my dad, and that's kind of weird," he looked at me,
"But I really am not going to do any other work either so," I
contemplated it for a second, and sank my mouth on his cock.  He
quivered, he almost came, which was my reason for surprising him so.
Disappointed, I began to work down his pole.  I'm usually pretty fast,
and can take a nice sized cock, but Dad was really thick and at the same
time, he was pretty long.  Using my tongue, I massaged his cock, while
continuing to make my way down.  I took his balls in my hand and massaged
them some more.  They were pretty big.

My nose finally buried in his pubes, I used my tongue to lick on his
balls.  He let out a low pitched moan that raised in volume as seconds
past.  I dug a finger into the space between the back of his balls, and
his butt hole.

"C you don't know what you do to me,"  he moaned.  I let his head slip
down my throat and began to deep throat him.  Swallowing, I massaged the
head.  It was too much for him, and he came in volcanic spurts.  I pulled
up some to taste his cum.  It didn't really taste different than any
other cum, tasted fine to me.  After about 7 nice spurts, he relaxed, and
I pulled off of him.  Standing, I adjusted myself and smiled,

"Night Daddy,"  I turned and walked out the door, to my room.