Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 16:52:41 -0500
From: Matty Matt <mattymattmatt69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gym Boy Part 5

Gym Boy Part 5

By Matty Matt

Note: This is a work of fiction. It never happened.

Thanks to everyone who continue writing me and expressing their enjoyment
of the story so far. Please continue to let me know what you think of
it. I'm writing it for you, after all, so your input means a lot. I enjoy
hearing from everyone, especially those into man/boy sex and gay
incest. Drop me a line at mattymattmatt69@hotmail.com.


What a fucking morning! I just had sex with Jason -- twice! -- and his
dad Jermaine at my gym. Just a few weeks ago I never would have thought
about getting it on with a kid, but now I have three times and with his dad
to boot!  I got back to my apartment and stripped. I was going to jack off
fantasizing about a hot fuck session between Jermaine, Jason and me, but my
mind wandered instead. I thought about what I was doing -- sex with a
married man and his young son. I needed to convince myself that it was OK,
that I could continue this relationship, maybe even make it a regular
thing.

As much as I enjoyed doing it with Jason and the heightened perverted lust
when Jermaine joined us, I was still concerned about everything. Would
Jason tell on both of us? Would Jermaine put a stop to it once he thought
about the whole situation? Would Jermaine hate Jason for being gay? All
questions that were going through my head. My past may decide where my
future was leading and I laid on the sofa, absently stroking my hardening
cock, thinking about my sexual past.

I had sex with men as a kid and I enjoyed it but I didn't consider the men
to be pedophiles or child molesters or any other sick kind of person at the
time.  They made me feel good and I liked it. So did they, so I never
thought they harmed me. Today, when I read in the newspaper or see on TV
guys arrested for child molestation, I don't think that they are horrible.
If anything, I reminisce about my childhood sex experiences and become a
little turned on by it. But now that I am an adult, 26 to be exact, I never
thought that I would want to have sex with a kid, let alone actually doing
it.

The concept of incest, and other taboo sex practices, fascinated me growing
up, and still do. Homosexuality is still considered taboo and I am gay so
why not go a little further and break a few more taboos?, I always
thought. Incest was always considered sick because of inbreeding. But with
gay incest, obviously, that is not an issue. Besides, much of the sex I had
was always recreational -- just fun.  No love, no strings attached. Sex
between fathers and sons or brothers would add a special dimension, both
committed love and fun. How could that be bad?, I rationalized.

I have sought out gay incest erotica and have found some hot material. I
subscribe to a magazine that has stories about gay incest. Fathers and
sons; brothers and brothers; sometimes whole families of men doing each
other. I jerk off to every story and keep the magazines for future beat-off
sessions.  Online are several websites dedicated to gay incest, with
pictures and stories. I love them and jerk off looking at hot brothers
licking each other's assholes or dads fucking their sons. Those sites, the
ones with pictures, only have adults. Some of the story sites involve boys,
too, and those are my favorites. Reading new ways that dads have gotten
into their little boy's pants or early sexual experiences between brothers
always get me off.

I joined a chat room where guys write about incest experiences they've had.
One guy told me about how he had sex with his dad for the first time. He
said when he was 5 he was lying awake in his bed when his dad came in his
room to check on him. Afraid he would be in trouble for not being asleep,
he faked it. Much to his surprise, his dad pulled down the bed covers, then
his pajama bottoms and sucked his little cock! He said he heard his dad
moaning with his cock in his mouth. He said it went on for about five
minutes before his dad pulled up his pajamas up, covered him back up, and
left.

The guy said he was so turned on by it that he purposely stayed awake the
next night to see if it would happen again but he was laying on his belly
when his dad came into his room. But dad was a real pervert and pulled the
kid's pajamas down again and that time licked his kid's asshole! The guy
said he couldn't help but gasping at the feeling and even giggling. He said
his dad knew he was awake and the kid turned over and his dad sucked his
little cock! From then on, the guy said, his dad would come in his room
every night and suck him. The guy starting sucking his dad's cock just a
few months later and his dad fucked him for the first time when he was 8!
The guy is now 23 and he and his dad still get it on. I love chatting with
him.

I never had sex with my dad, although I always wanted to. I remember when I
really young -- 4, I think -- that dad and I started taking baths
together. I loved seeing his naked body. He was kind of hairy, very
masculine, clean-shaven but always seemed to have a 5 o'clock shadow, and
he had what looked like a huge cock. I loved having him soap me up and
washing me. But before we ever got around to actually bathing, we would
just sit and relax for a while, feeling the hot water penetrate our
skins. My dad worked in a warehouse and was pretty tired (not to mention
dirty) at the end of the day. But the work made him strong with big arms
and thick calves. I don't ever remember in all those baths we took together
that he ever had any fat on him.

So we would sit in the tub, him on one end and me on the other, stretched
out and soaking, steam rising from the hot water. His legs reached my end,
so I sat in between them. I usually rested my arms on his legs and just the
feeling of his body under mine was arousing. I had hard-ons many times, and
my dad would notice. Hey, we're supposed to be relaxing, not standing at
attention, he would say. We would both laugh. How I wanted him to do more
than just joke about my erection. How I wished he would have sat up and
took my 1-inch cock in his mouth. But he never did.

A few times his cock got hard. I made the same joke to him about his cock
as he did about mine. He laughed and said, Yeah, I know, but sometimes my
pecker has a mind of its own. He lay in the water, arms on the sides of the
tub, eyes closed. I was grateful for that, especially when he was hard, so
I could stare at his cock. It was uncircumcised, thick, and about 7 inches,
I recall. It looked delicious, all wet and hard. His balls, which were also
hairy, floated on the water, bobbing with the little waves in the tub. I
wanted nothing more in those days than to crawl on top of him, my little
cock rubbing against his big cock, and lay my head against his chest. I
remember fantasizing that he would put his arms around me, one on my butt
massaging it, and kissing me all over my face and head.

The closest anything sexually happened between us was when I was 6. We were
soaking in the tub, and he had a hard-on. I couldn't stand just looking at
it anymore. I leaned up, held my breath, and lightly touched the shaft. Dad
opened his eyes, smiled in a curious way, and said, If you want to touch a
pecker, you have your own. He wasn't mad, but the tone was clear. He didn't
want to become sexual with me. Soon afterwards, the baths stopped. He said
I was old enough to bathe by myself.

By my early teen years I knew I was gay and that I wanted my dad sexually
more than ever. I tried to get his attention by walking in on him while he
was showering and saying I had to pee. We had a frosted glass door on the
shower and through the steam and wrinkles of the door, I could just barely
make out his naked body. I swear I once caught him jerking off, but I can't
say for sure. He may have just been washing his cock. He didn't mind that I
had to pee but when I tried to linger, he told me to go.

I even tried letting him catch me naked, like after a shower. But every
time he would walk in the bathroom or my bedroom, he would say, Oh, sorry,
I'll come back. Once, when I was 14, I said, No, it's OK, you can come in,
but he smiled and said it could wait. I tried to let him catch me jerking
off, too. Once it worked.  He knocked on my bedroom door. I was naked,
stroking my 5-inch prick, when he came in. I didn't stop stroking it. He
got red, stepped inside my room, and quickly closed the door behind
him. Hey, he said. Stop doing that for a minute. I want to talk to you
about something. My cock got soft and I put on my underwear.  I tried
talking to him about it later, but he dismissed me. All boys do it, but
don't let your mom catch you. That was it. Never was he angry or disgusted,
just distant.

I had sex a few times by my teen years, but I wanted more. I would steal
skin magazines at a local newsstand and bring them home to jerk off looking
at the hot guys in the pictures. I had gotten a system down of stealing the
magazines.  The newsstand had two entrances with the newspapers and
magazines both at one end. The cards and paperback books were at the
other. Evidently guys wanted to look at the gay skin mags but not be
noticed looking at them because I often found them behind the Sports
Illustrateds or Newsweeks.

I would pick up a newspaper, then walk over to the magazines, find a gay
skin one, and stick it inside the newspaper. Then I would walk to the other
entrance and pay for the newspaper there. No one ever thought to open the
paper to see if anything else was inside. I did that from the time I was 13
until I left home for college at 18. I would have been mortified if my mom
found them, so I kept them hidden in a box in my closet.

One Saturday when I was 16 my dad asked me if I still had my old baseball
glove. He wanted to borrow it to play on his work softball team. Without
thinking, I said Yes, it's in my closet. He went looking for it before I
could stop him.  I had just stolen the new Playguy (still my favorite skin
magazine) and it was on top of the box. Or at least it was until dad went
looking for the glove. He left for his game with a sheepish good-bye and I
raced to my bedroom. Just as I figured, he must have seen the collection,
because the Playguy was now under a few FreshMens and BlueBoys. Mom was
away for the weekend -- I don't recall where she had gone -- and when
dad came home from his game we had a talk.

I told him I was gay and he said he knew ever since that fateful bath 10
years earlier. He wasn't mad about the magazines and said he had a bunch of
Playboys and Penthouses when he was 16. I hugged him for being so cool
about it and he told me he loved me. I wanted us to being making love, but
he said that he'd make sure to give me extra privacy since he knew what I
was doing with the magazines. We laughed about it. We talked about jerking
off and sex in general and dad said he still jerked off even though he and
mom had sex regularly.

I took a change and asked him if we could do that together. He looked deep
into my eyes with a slight smile, kissed me on the forehead, and said
no. He said he understood why I would want to, and that he suspected I
wanted to do that for a while, but that we couldn't do anything like
that. I stammered an apology but he said there wasn't anything to apologize
for.

Nothing more was ever really said about my being gay or about my pass to
him.  And, best of all, nothing changed between us. He was cool with my
being gay, but did not to participate in it with me. He -- and mom too
after I told her I was gay when she returned from her trip -- was very
supportive of me and liked most of my boyfriends. I still jerk off thinking
about my dad and me in scenarios. I never participated in incest and, since
I have no brothers or other close male relatives as both my parents were
only children, I had to be satisfied with fantasies.

So I was always jealous of friends who had brothers. When I was in high
school, I was classmates with twins, Chris and Jeff. They were beautiful
guys and were very close. It wasn't unusual to see them hug or hear one
say, I love you, bro.  They often slept together too. I asked Chris once if
they ever jerked off together. I wanted to know if they fucked but I
figured jerking off would be safer to ask about. He said sometimes they
did, but only themselves, not each other. They loved each other, Chris told
me, and they did stuff together that other brothers wouldn't do like
jerking off. Even though they never actually had sex with each other, the
vision of two beautiful, brown haired, blue-eyed, trim 16-year-old twins
beating off together had me beating off almost every day for four years.

Their dad was pretty hot himself, for an older guy. He was 35 and Chris and
Jeff took after him. One New Year's Eve, when Chris, Jeff and I were all
17, I spent the night with a bunch of other friends at Chris and Jeff's
place. Early on New Year's morning I had to pee and their dad was in the
bathroom with just a pair of white jockey's on. He had pulled the front
down and was taking a piss and I got a quick view of his cock. I got hard
immediately but I turned away before he could see me checking him out. He
looked so hot standing there, beautiful butt in those tight briefs, the
hair on his head mussed up.  After he finished, I locked the bathroom door
and jerked off thinking about him and his twins having a three- some. I
still have fantasies about that today.

But I never fantasized about getting it on with a kid. That, however, was
before I met Jason at the gym. Jason, that adorably cute 9-year-old black
boy with a nice 4-inch prick and great cocksucking mouth. Jason, who
seduced me (and at least one other stranger) into getting it on with
him. Jason, who sucked his own father's cock while his dad was passed out
drunk. Jason, one hot, horny little fuck who added one more taboo to my
list of perversions.

I lay on my sofa, stroking my cock, playing all these thoughts through my
mind. I was determined to talk to Jermaine about Jason and convince him
that Jason having sex, even with him, was OK. Jermaine needed to hear about
my sexual past for him to know that Jason was normal and his sexual desires
healthy.  Yes, if I could do that, the three of us -- and who knows whom
else -- could have a lot of fun together. That got my juices flowing. I
was hard and horny again, so now, with my concerns played through my head,
decided to enjoy a hot fantasy about us.

In the fantasy, Jermaine, Jason, and I are in my apartment. We have just
come from the gym and we are all in shorts and tank tops. I give them a
quick tour of my small apartment. We end in my bedroom and Jason jumps on
my queen-size bed. He looks so cute lying there and I join him. He rolls on
top of me and I can feel his cock getting stiff. Mine is too. I start
running my hands all over his back and his butt. He groans and kisses me on
the mouth. We French kiss for a minute as Jermaine stands at the side of
the bed, groping his crotch and watches us make out.

Let's get you out of these clothes, I say to Jason. As he lies on top of
me, I pull his tank top off. He rolls off me to untie his sneakers and take
his shorts off. You gotta get naked too, he says and I do. We lay
side-by-side, groping each other and kissing. I lay Jason on his back and
move down between his skinny brown legs and take his plump cock into my
mouth. Jermaine begins to strip beside the bed and says, Yeah, suck his
cock. I swallow his boy prick whole, and bob up and down. Jason is moaning
and says to me, Suck daddy's cock. Jermaine is naked and standing near my
face on the side of the bed. I move over, still laying on the bed, and suck
Jermaine's cock into my mouth. His cock is hot and moist and throbbing. He
shoves my face down his shaft till 7 inches of his 9-inch cock is down my
throat.

Jason gets off the bed and starts feeling up his dad. Rubbing his stomach,
pecs, arms, back, butt, and balls. He loves touching his father and so does
Jermaine.  You wanna suck it too? he asks Jason. Oh, yes, daddy, I want to
suck your cock!  Jason says. I move out of the way, and Jason lays on his
back on the bed in front of Jermaine. Jermaine feeds his son his fat cock
and Jason eagerly takes first the head then a couple inches into his young
mouth. Jermaine, in his rich deep baritone voice, now even huskier, says,
Yeah, fag son, suck your daddy's cock! I am excited beyond words, watching
this hot black stud face fuck his little boy. I go to the other side of the
bed and spread Jason's legs and start sucking his boy cock and fingering
his tight little asshole.

Jermaine is moaning in ecstasy and wants to enjoy a show. He pulls his
thick cock out of Jason's mouth and says to him, Suck Matt's dick now. I
sit up and Jason scoots around and takes four inches on my dick in his
eager mouth. Get up on your hands and knees, Jermaine tells Jason and slaps
the kid's ass. He does and we move to the edge of the bed. Jason is sucking
my cock and Jermaine starts forcibly finger fucking his son's
asshole. Jason grunts with my cock down his throat as his dad jabs his
asshole with one, then two fingers.

Get ready, baby, Jermaine says, 'cause here it comes! Jermaine shoves the
head of his fat cock into Jason's small hole.  Jason almost screams into my
crotch but I keep his mouth on my cock and I say, Oh, yeah, fuck his ass,
man!  Fuck his virgin hole! Oh, I am man, Jermaine says, And he' so fuckin'
tight!  Jermaine gets four inches into his son's butt. Tears are streaming
down Jason's mouth but he's not in pain. It's lust. Jermaine says, Oh I'm
fuckin' cummin'!, and blows his load into his son's ass.

I can't control it any longer and I shove my whole cock into his mouth,
nearly choking him. I blast a thick load down Jason's throat. Oh, fuck,
that's great! I yell.  The kid is a cocksucking pro and swallows every
drop. Jermaine pulls out of Jason's ass and I take my cock out of Jason's
mouth. I turn him around so I can suck his dad's cum out of his swollen
butthole. Jason, still on his knees, jerks off to a dry orgasm and sucks
his own butt juices off his dad's cock. We calm down, lay on the bed
together, Jason in between us, stroking our pricks.

As I lay on my sofa, I cum at the point I cum in the fantasy. Cum drips off
my chin and chest. I can't wait to see them again, I say to my self and
fall asleep.