Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:22:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vice, Chapter 2

Vice 2 -- Jay Grady

	My own fucking son, Brian, sprawled out on his back.  In my own
fucking bed with his legs spread open like a whore.  I held his ankles in
each hand and pushed his legs down and back so his ass was open and
visible.  I backed my cock out slowly, twitching when his wet insides
fluttered around the sensitive crown of my cock.  It was worse when the
head plopped out from between the lips of his hole.
	I watched the puffy ring flex and try to close before going slack.
A trickle of my cum leaked out, it'd felt like gallons pouring out of my
cock when I'd been unloading into his guts.  More followed but I knew there
was even more left inside his hot ass-cunt.  The stream was thick and white
at its center, a little chunky with clotted sperm, while the edges were
clearer like egg whites.
	I looked down vaguely disgusted with myself and the dark, fierce
pride in my chest at the sight of the wreckage I'd left of my son's
asshole.  I released his ankles to press down on the backs of his thighs.
I dropped down and scooted back to take it in up close.  The blood-swollen
lips of his violated hole looked bruised and well could've been after the
heavy pounding I'd just given him.  I flicked my tongue over the bottom
edge of his hot hole and caught some of my cum.
	"Fuck, Dad," he moaned and jerked like he was trying to get away
from me.  I rose up over him and leaned forward to give him my tongue and
the bitter taste of my seed.  Brian moaned and sucked on my extended
tongue, taking the dregs of my cum and even the chemical aftertaste of the
lube.  I released his legs and he wrapped them around my waist as I let my
weight down onto him.  Brian's heavy load squished between us and the smell
of it rose up around me like bleach and yeast over the scent of our sweat.
	His heart was barely starting to slow down in his chest as I kissed
him harshly.  My forty-one year old cock gave a jerk like it wanted to get
hard again but I'd already fucked him twice.  His lips curved against mine
so I could feel his grin.  He mashed his half-hard cock against my spent
one as I pulled away to look at him, already smiling in return.
	"I'm gonna need a few hours to recharge, kid."  I brushed the short
bangs of his dark hair off his forehead where they hung limp with sweat.
"You want a shower?" I asked, wishing I could feel like this, be tender and
kind with him, before fucking him.  Not just after.
	"I just want to go to sleep, Dad," he told me with heavy eyes and a
sated smile.  I plucked a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and
used them for a hasty cleanup, wiping his cum off our chests and stomachs.
"Thanks, Dad.  I love you," he said.  His eyes were already closed.
	"Love you, too," I whispered and settled on my side next to him.
He rolled over and settled his back to my front with a contented sigh.  I
let one of my arms rest over him as he quickly fell asleep.  I waited until
he was out then left him to piss.  I ended up taking a shower because my
cock and balls felt nasty with cum, lube and Brian's ass slime.  Back in
the bedroom I watched him sleep, my son.  I loved him and hated him, hated
him as much as I hated myself for letting this happen.  No matter how much
we wanted each other I knew I wasn't good for him, probably had never been
good for him even when I'd just been his father.
	The sheet and blanket only covered his lower half and he'd turned
onto his back.  I studied his wide, rounded shoulders and how they flowed
perfectly into powerful arms.  Brian's hard and squared pecs with their
flat little nipples moved gently with each deep breath, as did his ridged
belly.  I still found it hard to believe the man before me was the same boy
I'd helped raise even though I'd been there through the whole change.  It
brought back memories of him at sixteen when I'd first become sexually
aware of him as a man; always running around my apartment without a shirt
and showing off his athletic young body.
	I tried to tell myself that I should stop the sex but knew I
wouldn't.  He was like an addiction and I'd become a total junkie.  I could
barely keep my hands off him outside the house.  Especially with him soon
to graduate and leave for Colorado I was certain I'd take as much of him as
I could get.  I shrugged off my concerns and climbed into the bed.  Brian
grunted as the bed shifted then rolled over to throw one of his legs over
mine, breathing against my shoulder with his hands between us.  I reached
over and took his hand to pull his arm over me and instinctively he settled
with his head on my chest, draped over me.  I reached over and turned off
the light.
	We had the whole weekend ahead of us.  No work for either of us, no
practices or games, no martial art tournaments for Brian to attend.  We had
plans to head over to my sister's for a cookout to celebrate them opening
the pool the next day but that was it.  My ex had been complaining about
all the time Brian spent at my house recently, though she didn't know it
was because we'd started fucking.  I figured I should send him over there
Sunday for some time with his mom.  I fell asleep quickly after that.

	The weekend passed too fast with plenty of hot sex; the memory of
Brian riding my cock Saturday night ranking up there with the hottest sex
I'd ever had.  He surprised me by spending Sunday night at his mom's house.
I used the time to do some chores and go grocery shopping.  I got a text
from Brian that he planned to spend Monday night there, as well.  I tried
not to worry and wonder about it.  Luckily I had my hands full at work.
	The Vice gig had turned out to be a blessing in disguise.  When I'd
requested the transfer, mostly to get away from Paul after the divorce, I'd
been pissed about my new assignment.  It turned out to be great.  Getting
prostitutes to solicit me for money in exchange for sex, finding and
breaking up illegal gambling rings, monitoring various websites for sex
workers and meeting with or making new CI's made up most of my job.  There
weren't any complex cases like in Homicide where it was all about evidence
and procedure.  Most things in Vice were straightforward and relatively
simple.  I loved it and excelled at it even though my personal beliefs
about the so-called criminals I arrested didn't always mesh with the law.
These things were just side-effects of a larger social problem but I did my
part and tried to ignore the rest.
	Tuesday night I pulled a late shift, working with some of the
county sheriff's deputies to clean up a few well known areas of
prostitution.  It was a lot of driving around the worst areas of the city.
Between the six of us trolling for hookers we picked up twenty-eight sex
workers over four hours.  The other six guys on surveillance picked up four
pimps, fourteen hookers and their johns, one turned out to be a city
councilman.  By the time I got home it was after twelve and I was
exhausted.  Brian's car was in the driveway and I found him asleep in my
bed.
	I took a fast shower and joined him without waking him up.  His
hands on my body woke me up early the next morning, the sun wasn't even up
yet.  At first I thought the hand on my hard cock was a dream but his
attention on my nipples with his mouth was a shock that brought me fully
awake.  I put my hands on his head and urged him down my body.  He worked
at getting me wet then taking me into his mouth.  He did his best choking
me down into his gullet with a well earned groan from me.  On his next
attempt he took me easier and swallowed around me.  His hot mouth felt
incredible but I wanted some of his ass.
	"Come `ere," I croaked out in a sleep-rusty voice.  He seemed
reluctant to let go of my cock but I tugged on his hair.  It'd been days
and I was quickly firing up with the need to fuck.
	He released me with a sigh and crawled up over my body.  I took
hold of his sides and rolled us over so he was beneath me before I shoved
my tongue into his mouth, getting a taste of my cock on his lips.  I
slotted my body between his strong legs and grinded our cocks together.
His body bucked against me and he held onto my shoulders while I tasted the
inside of his mouth.  I released him and got up onto my knees.  I reached
over and turned on the light to find the lube.
	Brian looked good with his hair all stuck up and his eyes still
puffy from sleep.  I leaned down and kissed him one more time because I
couldn't not kiss him.  "You got time before school?" I asked him as I
pulled away.
	"Yeah, I called in sick today," he said while I surveyed his body.
My athletic son all spread out and waiting for me, it made my blood race
harder.  I poured the lube onto the fingers of my right hand and reached
down beneath his balls into the deep valley between his hard cheeks.  The
kid had a meaty ass on him.  I rubbed three fingers over his hole and
watched his back arch.  I pushed my middle finger into him and felt his
entrance dilate then release.
	"You don't look sick," I told him.  His eyes were closed and not
for the first time I noticed how long his lashes were.  I dug in and
touched his gland.  The muscles in his tight manpussy softened further.
The father in me was disgusted by how easily he opened for me while the man
fucking him was completely turned on.  From the beginning I'd told him we'd
get to this point, where it would be easier for him to take my cock.
	"Jesus, Dad," he groaned.  Conflicting emotions swirled in my gut
as I pulled my finger out and he whined in protest.
	"Roll over," I growled at him while already guiding his leg out and
across my body.  He started to get up onto his knees but I pressed him flat
on the bed.  I got between his legs and he watched me over his shoulder
take more lube to grease my cock.  "You remember the first time I fucked
you?"
	"Yeah," he whispered, eyes on my hand spreading the lube over my
shaft.
	"It hurt," I stated.  Brian gave a near imperceptible nod of his
head that it had.  "But you liked it."  I held myself over him with one
hand while I guided my cock with the other.  I couldn't say why I wanted to
hurt him but it was like I wanted to punish him.  How could my own son be
such a slut for my cock and why'd it have to turn me on so bad, I wondered.
	I pushed and his hole resisted so I pushed harder and there was the
snap of his muscles as my cock filled him in a rush.  He was tight and hot,
not nearly ready or lubed enough.  I took in his grimace of pain and
checked my body's progress.  I gave him a moment to adjust somewhat before
forcing the rest of my cock into the tight sheath of his ass.
	"Fuuuuck," he moaned as I slid home.  His grip around my cock was
tight and strong, making me fight for every inch.  Even after his thick
cheeks cushioned my pelvis I pushed in deeper, wanting to feel the clutch
of his hole around the wide base of my cock.  Brian helped by tilting his
ass and giving me a better angle.
	"That's it, Bri, that's all of it.  How's your dad's cock feel?"
His arms were stretched out above him, holding onto the edge of the
mattress.  As I spoke he turned his head so I could see the side of his
face and the flush spreading up his back.  His lats flared and the muscles
around the indentations of his shoulder blades twitched.  His teenaged hole
steadily flexed around my hard shaft.
	"You've got a big fuckin' cock, Dad."  His voice came out with an
edge of desperation.  I watched him hold still and fight the urge to get
away.
	"You love my big cock," I stated.  I swiveled my hips in a slow
grind, feeling his soft guts mold and shift around my ultra hard shaft.  He
sucked in a breath and his ass shifted under me in a counterpoint rhythm.
I let my body settle over his and asked softly into his ear, "What do you
want, Son?  Tell me what you need."
	"Fuck me," he said.  He released the side of the bed and bent his
elbows to reach back.  His hands found the back of my head and held me
close.  "Fuck me hard, Dad.  Show me how a real man fucks."  I could feel
his heart pounding as hard as mine, his words igniting more lust in both of
us.
	"You sure you can take it?" I asked.  The urge to move, to mate
with my son, was nearly unbearable but the anticipation had its own edge of
excitement.  I kept up the slow grind.
	"You think I can't?" he tossed over his shoulder.
	"Get up," I commanded gruffly.  I pulled at his hips and brought
both of us onto our knees.  Brian kept his head down but I had him where I
wanted him, knees spread outside mine.
	I gave him one long, slow stroke.  I put my thumbs into the hollows
on either side of his spine just above his ass cheeks and held him steady
as I pulled back to the head and fought my way back inside.  He groaned
from deep in his chest and his fists curled into the sheet.  The friction
of his clenching hole was intense on my dick.  I gritted my teeth and took
another plunge, faster and harder this time.
	"Yes," he hissed as I bottomed out.
	I set a steady pace, slowly drawing out and pounding back in until
our bodies slapped together.  I could've just pounded the shit out of him
and cum within minutes but I wanted to draw it out for both of us.  As I
got closer with the need to shoot I pulled free of his squeezing chute with
a pop.  I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the
back of my arm.
	I made a loose fist of my right hand just outside his ass.  I
fucked through my hand and hard through his twitching cunt-opening, making
him grunt as the head and part of the shaft speared into him.  Immediately
I withdrew and repeated the move with my fist there to guide my cock.  That
second of resistance as my cockhead smashed through his little opening was
exquisitely intense.
	The sounds he was making faded away as I let the rush of sensation,
the rush of fucking my son, subsume me.  His asshole snapping beyond the
rim of the fat head of my cock as I breached him over and over was perfect.
I fucked him like that until there wasn't any more resistance.  Until there
was only the soft acceptance of his open hole.  On the next plunge I pulled
my hand away and gave him the whole length.  He may have cried out but I
was too wrapped up in feeling his wet heat all over my engorged meat.  I
gave myself a second to savor it before pulling out fully and pumping back
in, my hard cock easily finding the way again and again.
	"Dad, fuck, Dad, Jesus...," Brian's voice penetrated the sexual
haze of my thoughts.  His voice was heavy, pleading.  I realized he was
thrusting back to meet each full stroke.  I had no idea when he'd raised
himself up onto his hands.
	I took him deep and held there, gripped hard onto his hips when he
tried to move.  Again I felt the dueling desires in me; the need to protect
him and the primal desire to plunder.  He reached under himself with his
right hand, jerking himself.
	"You'll take what I give you," I gritted out.  I pulled his right
arm behind his back then his left.  His head and shoulders fell to the bed.
I held his wrists in my right hand and leaned forward onto my left hand.  I
watched the clean, cut lines of his biceps and triceps as he struggled
against my hold.  I held him and fucked him with sharp and deep jabs of his
father's cock.
	"Fuck," he cried out.  I couldn't tell if he was trying to get away
or get more heavy dicking as he squirmed in my grasp.  I didn't care.
	"Take that fucking cock," I told him in a voice like rusted steel,
hammering away at his ripe ass.
	"Yes...  God, yes!" he shouted, needy words that made my cock throb
and balls tighten.
	"You'll take my cock... and my cum," I panted between thrusts that
shook his hard muscled body.  I wouldn't have been able to stop fucking him
for anything in the world, well past the point of no return.  I fucked him
maniacally, only caring for my own need, as his silky insides massaged the
length of my pistoning cock with a constant ripple and clench.
	I came hard and heavy, out of nowhere.  His chute locked down
around my stuttering cock as he joined me.  The ripple and clench grew
stronger as he unloaded onto the sheet and I bellowed like a bull because
his ass was pulling the cum out of me in thick waves.
	What felt like long minutes later my spasming body collapsed onto
his.  I released my hold on his arms and wrapped him in mine.  Mind numb
and hazy with release I held my son and felt his heaving chest against
mine.  I rolled us onto our sides but I couldn't stand the thought of
pulling out of his ass.  I leaned over him and he turned his head so our
lips could touch.  I kissed him softly with slack lips and a slow-moving
tongue and Brian responded in kind.
	While my cock softened and slowly shrank from his cum-lubed hole I
almost fell asleep.  I managed to rouse myself long minutes later when I
could think again.  "Why'd you call out of school again?" I asked.
	"We need to talk," he told me and paused.  I felt an uncomfortable
ache in my gut at that.  "I fucked Uncle Paul last night."