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Subject: Reron to go… (Gay, Incest) It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday. At some point my mom and sister had taken off to go shopping out of town and my dad had returned home after a morning softball game he had played in. I say at some point because Scot and I were so caught up in our time together we had lost track of time and who else was in or around the house. Scot and I had been having a bit of a boy romance for several years. Mind you I’m only 11 at the time of this story and although we had both begun to transition into our lanky preadolescent bodies, we were still very much prepubescent. Scot and I were both born in the same year and only separated by a month. He was born in June and I in May. We were unseperstable at times and benefited from living just a few blocks from on another. On this particular day, Scot had spent the night and although my parents where aware of our aging bodies and the insurgence of future hormones they were pretty much hands off when it came to managing our time together. In fact it wasn’t uncommon for us to sleep in the same bed or spend night after night with one another at each other’s house. For whatever reason our play that afternoon had evolved to naked nurf basketball. We loved to become engrossed in our play of nurf ball. Maybe it was the heat or our impending hormones but what ever the cause the result left us both buck ass naked when my dad, without warning opened the door and in what appeared to be a stunned expression stared at the scene before him. Aggravated or shocked, he yelled, “get out.” Directing his outburst at Scot there was no question that my dad wanted him out. Maybe to process the scene before him or maybe so he could completely freak out on me without the second pair of eyes to capture whatever was about to come next. I’d never seen Scot move or dress so fast and within just a few moments I heard the pounding of his bare feet down the stairs and out the door. The slam of the screen door behind him startled me back in the room and cowering before my father’s next move. “Get dressed and then get your ass out to the garage.” And as quick as he appeared, he was gone. Left shacking, while sitting naked in the middle of my bedroom, I did all I could not to imagine the endless possibilities of pain and suffering that lay before me. In a blank stare of impending doom I slid on my basketball shorts on and t-shirt and slowly, very slowly began to make the inevitable walk out of my room, across the playroom, down the stairs, and out the same front door in which Scot made his escape. Letting the door shut ever so quietly behind me I took slow and deliberate steps across the long front porch and peared around the corner of the house to the back of the lot and the scene of the old barn style garage where my dad was waiting. Achingly I walked step after step to the front of the garage where I was greeted by the barn style door slightly ajar which allowed a piercing pillar of hot daylight into gaziantep escort the cadicom of the oversized dark and dirty garage. “Dad…?” Creeeeek was the only response I heard as I push my way into the darkness. As my eyes struggled to transition from the afternoon sun to the dark and comfortable cool interior of the garage I cautiously raised my eyes to my father standing in front of the long bench that stretched the far side of the garage. Illuminated by a cascade of daylight coming through the only window, my thirty-three year old dad was a picture of masculinity. Still dressed in his basball pants and a tank top my dad was focused on some small engine part he held in one hand while surgically he turned a long thin screwdriver with his other. “Sit down” he ordered in his usual no bullshit tone and as I wanted nothing more that to please this man and avoid any further catastrophic outcomes I ascertained he wanted me to plop down on the dusky old lawn tractor. Feeling to be still at a safe distance I edged my way over to the seat w my feet resting on the floorboards facing my dad who appeared focused on the task at hand. “Take your shirt off.” After a slow, questioning pause I did as ordered and peared over to my father. As my shirt slipped over my head and down my arm, my dad appeared to be shifting his focus entirely in my direction. As my heart started to pound and my mouth dried out my dad followed suit peeling off his tank and tossing it in a ball on the bench. Awakened back into my body by an involuntary dry swallow that seemed to echo between my ears I slowly raised my eyes to his. “Do you like to look at the naked male body?” Confused and completely lost on how to respond, my body reacted without my permission and before I knew it my head was nodding up and down ever so slowly. “Stand up.” I did as he ordered. Perched on the floor board, my father made his way step after step in my direction until he stopped just a few feet away. Nearly eyeball to eyeball he uttered, “Take off your shorts.” As I began to follow his direction it suddenly occurred to me, shit, I was in such a hurry to get dressed earlier I forgot to put on my underwear. With my thumps positioned on both sides of my shorts ready to drop them as ordered, my dad cocked his head and said, “well, what are you waiting for?” I had no answer other than to slowly peel my shorts down to my knees, bending over in the direction of my father to drop them entirely to my sneaks and the floorboard below me. Again he followed suit and captured all of my attention as he pulled at his baseball pants manovering them down and around his knees and beyond his sneakers leaving them laying lose beside me hanging of the back wheel of the tractor. Completely accustomed to the dark interier of the garage I was struck by the male body before me covered in dark thick man hair and clothed by a simple jockstrap that held the cock and balls and man that made me. “You’re naked,” he said. suriyeli escort “I forgot my underwear,” I said with a cockeyed smile. “Do you like what you see?” My head again nodded up and down. As he stepped within inches of my body. “Touch it” he said in a low controlled voice as he grabbed my right hand and placed it on his chest. My fingers lost in his chest hair I began to slide my hand from side to side across my dad’s chest hardened by years of manual labor. “Have you ever seen an adult cock?” “No” I said as I looked into his brown eyes framed by an aging face and outlined by a full beard and capped by an unkempt and shaggy head of hair. Stunned by the days development and completely unexpected turn of events I began to get excited by what was about to come next. And just like that he pulled at the side of his jock and out fell his cock and balls encased in pubes. With my mouth falling open and my eyes pulled down to the site before me I suddenly felt like the luckiest kid alive. “Touch it, hold my cock in your hand, feel my balls, go ahead boy.” And completely lost in the moment I slid my hand over my dad’s slim hairy stomach and down to his family jewels. It’s weight, girth, head and 6 inch mostly soft presence was all that I imagined. His balls were so soft and warm and covered in hair. His member was completely and totally in my hand. About to pass out with stunned satisfaction my head was pulled back by my father who held a hand full of hair from the back of my head as he dropped his head forward and dunked his warm and musky tongue deep into my mouth. Ecstasy as I was swallowed by the moment and began to realize my body was having it’s own reaction as I became aware I was hard as a fucking rock. “You do like it,” he said as he pulled his tongue out from the back of my mouth. “Go ahead, pull on that hard cock of yours.” Having played around with Scot on multiple occasions I knew exactly what to do. With a satisfied look on his face and his nearly hard cock in my hand he pulled back for a moment to take in the scene before him. Equally hard my dad’s cock stretched 7 inches. Feeling proud of myself I stroked us both with confidence and admired the man before me. “Spit on your hand,” he said as he nodded toward my left hand that jerked my cock. Doing as ordered I worked up a big spit in my mouth that was now watering with lust and anticipation. Then before I could place my spit wet hand back on my 4.5 inch prepubescent cock he said, “put that spit on that tight asshole of yours. All of a sudden outside of my experience I tried my best to please the man before me and spread my knees and worked to find my butt hole that was mostly foreign to me. Admiring my wrinkled face my dad looked on to the scene of his son searching for his asshole with wet fingers while I stroked his hard cock. Meanwhile something new and undiscovered stired inside me. Then suddenly and in a completly disorienting position I began rus escort to find myself upside down. My hands on the floorboard and legs bent and caught in my dad’s embrace as he buried with force his mouth, warm tongue and beard between my legs, piercing my virgin hole. Barley holding myself up and relaxing voluntarily into my father’s arms my familiar pleasure was blown up by the gushing feeling of heat and passion that feasted on my backside. A moan and pleasurable, involuntary groan escaped my lungs as my father worked with exhausting pleasure at his boys pubescent hole. “Oh god” I heard him mumble as he caught his breath and I began to reorient myself and gazed on my father’s rock hard cock dripping with a string of white ozz I had never witnessed before. Feeling the primal nature of this father and son feast I began to get light headed as gravity began to work it’s way and challenge my grasp on reality. Until the warmth of my father’s tongue and wet mouth transitioned from my eager virgin hole to my rock hard boy cock. Swallowed all at once my cock was completely engulfed and sourounded by a strong sucksion of heat and dripping man passion. Almost ready to cry with pleasure I did all I could do not to call out in gratitude, oh thank you father, thank you for taking me to a place I have never known, a place I never knew could exist. Beginning to fall back into the moment with self awareness my father began to pull back and as quickly as it had happened, the reverse occurred and there I was right side up, pined against the seat and assaulted by splash after splash of warm man ozz that poured out of my father’s cock and covered my burgeoning adolescent chest and abs. Dizzy with pleasure and lust I was greeted by my father’s warm tongue and lips all over my boy chest and stomach as he licked and sucked at his own cum leaving my body moist and wet with trails of pleasure. After my head fell to the side, resting against the bottom of the tractor stearing wheel my father came up for air with a satisfied look i had never seen on him before. Whipping his cum covered beard w a wink. And without a word, he stood up, pulled at his jockstrap relieving it from his body and dropped it on my rock hard cock. “The next time you want to see a naked male body, tuck that jockstrap in the work bench drawer all the way at the end and I will come find you when the time is right.” “Ok,” I managed to muster as my mouth was strangely dry again as I watched my dad turn, grab his baseball pants and pull them back on as he positioned his softening cock within the stretched dirty fabric. “Go ahead, get back inside, I still have some more work to do.” “K” I said as I slid to my feet and began to pull up my shorts. “And oh, tonight when u come to dinner, you better not have any underwear on, just a pair of shorts. I’ll do the same, it will be our big, little secret.” With a smirking adolescent grin I offered a cockeyed smile as my dad went back to work. Pulling at my still hard cock, now back in my shorts i nodded at my father as I made my way back to the garage door. With my father’s jock held tightly in my grateful hand I felt awakened inside and blown away by the man who created me. Holy shit I thought to myself, fuck, I want so much more.

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