Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:33:57 -0400
From: joeyinnodoubtland@gmail.com
Subject: "An Unconventional Bedtime Story: Part Two" - Gay Male, Incest.

An Unconventional Bedtime Story

Part Two -- Bliss

I woke up on my familiar, comfortable couch, feeling happily rested as I
glanced at the blaring television, which I must have fallen asleep to
during the night.  It was of no concern; the mere notion on my mind was
that of the most marvelous dream in which I had been gifted with, blessed
with, a dream I would never in a million years even fathomed the mere
concept of having.  It would have seemed implausible - Too magnificent. My
father and I had been together, here in our living room actually, having
sex - Well, almost, doing every act leading into the culmination, but
climaxing in unison beforehand, overtaken by bliss.  If only it had been
real.
	But then I realized someone's arms were around me.  I turned my
head to witness my father smiling at me; clearly he had been anticipating
my awaking.  I couldn't believe my eyes: I felt his body pressed against
mine, his beautiful penis against my unworthy ass, his every bicep, every
piece of sweating skin, his entire heavenly body in unison with mine ... It
was no dream.  Not at all.  It was a tangible, presently occurring gift
from some act of divinity - Though whether it was from heaven or hell, I am
uncertain.  My father laughed lightly, scooting into me, signaling to get
up.  This was underwhelming to me, because I wanted nothing more than for
the bliss to continue, even if it was only stagnating temporarily.  I got
up reluctantly, subtlety unhappy, but to my surprise, my father rose and
took my hand, then guided me into his own master bedroom.  Needlessly, he
turned around and placed his big strong hands on my shoulders roughly, then
pushing me against the door, thus slamming the door shut.  Ruthlessly, in a
sense, without moving his hands, he fiercely began kissing me - As though
he had lacked oxygen as I slept on, as though he had held his breath until
I finally awoke.
	It was spectacular - Any fear that there would be no establishment
of continuity, or last night's occurrences would be uncomfortably unspoken
of, unaddressed, were relieved instantly.  He kissed me as though, he too,
needed confirmation, which I zealously offered as I returned the kiss with
vehemence, molding our tongues together passionately, and endlessly.  Once
he finally pulled back, he warily examined me momentarily, and then smiled
avidly.
	"Oh, John, I was so frightened you'd loathe me after last night,"
he vented in a tone beyond fearful, a tone unfamiliar from my father, which
upset me. "Thought you'd think I was sick."
        I was Incredulous, instinctively; it filled my demeanor. "No! Dad,
there's nothing more I ever wanted - I never even knew I wanted it, that's
how unrealistic it was, so impossible I had never consciously addressed it
with myself, but Dad, oh Dad, please know there is no one, no one in the
world I love as much as you," I said in haste, so determined to articulate
clarity. "And I'm in bliss that we can express our love to each other - in
every way." He smiled, I'd never seen him appear so happy (and we were
always happy together, mind you), so benevolent; he laughed in loud
heartiness in his own relief, before fiercely retrieving my eternally
willing grasp into a second, more potent kiss..  Thus on, despite my gifted
talent of articulation, which I share with my loving father, no words could
describe the blissful events that preceded our unanimous decision of
continuity in our "re-invented" relationship, which had already surpassed
the power of any other two human beings'.
	But this kiss was shorter, not out of lessened passion, but because
I could withhold my desires no longer; I relented harshly and firmly
grasped his large, erect penis that poked my abdomen -- Its eight inches
felt godly in my hands as I stroked it vigorously.  But I had no qualms or
anxieties now, and I directed: in a flash I was on my knees, graciously in
earnest sucking my father's beautiful penis.  Its sweet taste appeased me
ecstatically, leaving me with my one and only endeavor: keep sucking, soak
Dad with pleasure. He was my one concern, my God.
	His hands were caressing my back avidly, though in a way so
original, his pleasure too deep to apply any focus.  We were together in
our own nirvana, one intangibly untraceable to any other such beings.  And
it was the superior nirvana, of course, doubtlessly.  Dad screamed so loud
as I applied my tongue to the bottom of the head of his penis rapidly and
without relent.  Moaning even louder, he pulled me up by the shoulder, and
once again we kissed, though much more passionately before, somehow made
possible - My father obviously could not have continued without showing the
large depth of his gratitude and love.
	His arms immobilized me in their potency, applied intently onto my
shoulders.  He then took the initiative, defying time and space, on his
knees and sucking my own erect dick in a millisecond.  Mine was not quite
as large as his, seven to his eight, but still quite sizeable.  And yet Dad
unbelievably placed the entirety in his mouth.  His method was not as
graceful and composed as mine, but with a desperate, unchangeable mission
so zealously executed, a bit roughly - Manly, but with specificity
exclusive to only him.
	And then I laughed, actually laughed in unrelated distraction;
glancing at Dad's overhead clock above his large, king-size bed I noticed
the time: ten thirty.  It was Tuesday, and I had school, but I had planned
on going to my dentist at this exact time, then going into school after.
It was so ironic what I was doing instead - Especially considering that in
terms on pleasure, the two were polar opposites.
	"Dad, ha, I was to be at the dentist right now," I laughed happily,
my tone carefree.  Dad laughed, but he took the opportunity to stop,
clearly intending to tell me something.  We sighed vehemently for a moment,
calming down from such heated passion.  He then reach around with his right
hand, grasping my ass, giving it a tight squeeze, chuckled, then led me
onto the bed, where we sat up.  He placed an arm around my shoulder, and we
looked at each other eye to eye, smiling. "Johnny, my son, I love you so
much," he said lovingly.
        "I love you, too, you're the best," I said, and though my words
were juvenile, they couldn't be anymore accurate.
	There was such peace between us, and it was odd, because though the
atmosphere had turned sentimental abruptly, still both of our cocks were
rock hard - The elephants in the room, so to speak.
	"How about this? I'll call and cancel that appointment - Even
though that may be a bit pointless, who gives a shit.  Then, I'll take you
to breakfast, and drop you off at eleven thirty as planned," Dad said
cheerfully.  He lightly kissed my lips gently.
	This sounded pleasant, but I didn't want this to end yet.  He must
have discerned my responses, because he quickly added, "But first we
haven't had our showers yet - And, hmm, now Johnny, even though most dads
and sons stop doing this when the son is small, would it make you feel
uncomfortable if we hopped in together? It's just were time-restrained.
But of course, we don't have to ...."
	His sarcasm did not humor me, though he laughed.  Indignantly, I
smirked at him and said, "Oh, no, you're totally right.  Yes, I think,
let's go take our shower together - NOW, actually, like you said ... we're
time-restrained" I said, playing along to the sarcastic oblivion.
	We both laughed heartily and I jumped up.  He grabbed my ass again,
pulling himself up.  Yet again he pulled me into a kiss, this time composed
and romantically, instantly mixing our tongues together without hesitation
- It was too amazing to resist even for a moment.  The master bedroom had
its own bathroom, with a large bathtub and a shower, so we both rushed into
the massive bathroom. We eyed our options, and it took but one definitive
glance at each other to realize we each had the same idea.
	I didn't have to tell Dad.  He rushed to the sink (which was two
and one, along with two large mirrors reflectively), and opened up the
mirror on the side wall, which held some toiletries, including a bubble
bath solution.  It looked brand new, clearly unused.  If he had been
awaiting the right moment, his patience had paid off.  He smiled at me
devilishly, then turned on the faucet in the large, spotlessly clean
bathtub.  He had set the water very warm, which just as with so many
numerous aspects of light, we favored identically.  Even though we had
never bathed together (not since I was five), he knew this, and why?
Because he is the closet human being to me in every tangible and intangible
aspect of the entire universe - My destined soul mate.
	We watched the water fill up, so damn slowly, and after it had
filled up to our ankles, we climbed in, impatiently staring at each other.
He poured some of the solution in sparingly.  Instantly, the water was
encompassed entirely with purple bubbles.  It was oddly ... nostalgic,
perhaps? Much too ironic, we both mentally noted, and began laughing
together, as though we had read each other's minds.  As our laughter waned,
almost in an idle we each began stroking the other's dick.  We had both
gone down a bit, but in wary admiration the two of us became beyond horny
as our dicks grew massively hard, somehow appearing as though they had
grown.
        We might have climaxed before the bath even began - But we didn't,
anyone else in reality would have, but even as we vigorously stroked each
other faster and faster, exalting the pleasure further and further, neither
of us felt adjacent to a climax.  At my age, this would seem impossible,
considering my untouchable level of attraction; still, every time Dad
inquired of this, and vice versa, the answer remained no.
	Once the bubble bath was filled, I turned off the faucet, and
surprising him, I pulled us both into the water, causing a moderate splash.
We both laughed in hilarity.  I was certainly my father's son.  The bathtub
was larger enough for the two of us to lie next to each other comfortably,
which we did, letting our hands only naturally search each other's body
seductively.  But after a bit, Dad placed his arms out of the water,
resting them on each end of the bathtub.  His left arm caressed my
shoulders, only the latter end of his arm reaching the side, while the
other idly rested.  He looked at me, smiling, and began the most pivotal
conversation of our entire lives.
	"So, John, of course you know no one can ever know about this," his
Dad said firmly, but kindly. "It could cause so much trouble."
	I laughed lightly at his need to even address the obvious. "Of
course not! I don't want this to end; besides, it's between US; no one else
is worthy," I spoke in complete assurance.  We smiled at each other,
lightly placing a kiss on each other's lips. "That's right," Dad said
happily.  He was silent for a moment, and then spoke as though he was
choosing his words very precisely, "John, tell me, have you ever been with
any other boys?"
	It had been the one topic we had not shared: our true sexuality.  I
felt relieved, and earnestly elaborated. "No, Dad, it was my deepest,
darkest secret - It was a flaw in our perfect plan, that's how I saw it."
	Dad looked mystified, clearly upset at my words. "I'm sorry I made
it seem so - We should have talked about this years ago."
	His tone had been very paternal, but once he noticed my responsive
smirk, he laughingly added, "Not just because we would have been together
sooner!" And then his voice lowered to a meaningfully sentimental whisper,
"but because I never would have ever, ever wanted you to be so confused in
pain."
	He took my face in each of his hands and we shared a deeply
emotional kiss.  When we relented, I inquired a few notions of my own,
"Have you ever been with guys before, Dad? What about my mother?" We never
spoke of the bitch, and though this was a simple necessity in order to
articulate my inquiries fully, I still resented my own mention of her.  Dad
didn't seem bothered, though, answering promptly, "It was a different time,
I was only eighteen when I had you.  I knew what I was, but I didn't accept
it.  I had never been with guys, only your mother," he explained
obediently, as though making certain to answer the question
extensively. "As you grew up, I slept with men, sometimes I brought them
here, sometimes I went to their homes.  I had sex with many men, having no
attraction to women whatsoever, but never a relationship.  You are the only
one who can fill that void, son." I smiled, completely, and gleefully
satisfied. "So we're each other's firsts," I said cheerfully, and noticing
my father's responsive bewilderment upon his visage, I furthered added, "in
a sense, in what is ... significant. Highly significant." We kissed deeply,
he having initiated, a response I was quite content with.  Surprising me,
he relented hastily to my dismay, but quickly I unstoppably offered amnesty
as he sunk his head underneath the water, and placed my dick, erect as
ever, deep in his mouth.  As I moaned in absolute bliss, I looked down upon
my father - He looked so zealously intent on offering his beloved son
pleasure. And so it ensued.
	The ecstasy never stopped; he hardly ever needed to come up to
breathe, it was magical.  I didn't have to push on his head to go further
-- It was almost as though he wanted to choke.  I pulled his head above
water after a while, almost near cumming, and returned the favor.
	"Oh, son, show me you love me," he moaned quietly when I came up
for air.  I wasn't as vigorous as he was, but I pleased him well.  He began
fucking my face the best he could in the water, and though it was rough, I
loved it -- I had Dad's dick down my throat, right where I liked it.
	I came up again and Dad pulled me next to him.  He put his arm
around me again, and we began stroking each others dick.  His dick was so
big, so perfect, I stroked it fast ...
	And he came first -- Beautiful white cum, oozing endlessly out of
his dick, some dripping down his dick and into the water, some shooting in
the air -- Just in time, he jumped up and aimed it at my face.  Two shots
hit the corner of each of my eyes.  I couldn't believe anyone could cum
that much ...
	He pulled me up, and then got down on his own knees, once again
beginning to so vehemently suck my dick, so wonderfully, back and forth ...
	It didn't take long. I came, moaning, "Dad, oh, Daddy! I love you,
oh take my cum, please ..."
	I shot so many times in his mouth; never once I had came so much
masturbating.  I could feel heavy amounts shooting down his throat, but
never did he gag, or relent in any way.
	He got up and kissed me, a small bit of cum leftover being
exchanged between us.


        I went to school that day, happy as ever, unable to wait to see
what would unfold tonight ...