INC'EST LA VIE

[Araucaria]

I thought Father’s Day would be a great time to debut a thread of this title, but I missed that deadline. My thought for this thread is to include several different stories, all different but perhaps thematically related. Typically I have started a thread for a fiction story, only to watch it sink to the back pages of the forum because I haven’t been able to come up with new episodes in a timely fashion.

My setting for this thread is the fictional location of Morningside Heights, where randy young men explore their sexuality and family relationships, and their desires are fulfilled to varying degrees, or perhaps frustrated. These young adults will also have the “typical” relationships of their age, but here they’ll have to not only guard against their horny dads going after their girlfriends, but their boyfriends as well. In addition, there will be occurrences that won’t exactly involve family, but there will be something “off” about them.

What I’m planning to do is assign an address which will appear at the beginning of each story, so that the reader can follow the episodes by looking for the same address for the continuation. If this works, there will be several different stories, perhaps many. I’m hoping that I can hold this together. For example, you may see the header


123 MORNINGSIDE COURT

The next episode in that series will begin with the same header. If you see a different address, it will denote a completely different story, and so on.

 

[Araucaria]

1520 MORNINGSIDE DRIVE

I just arrived home from high school one afternoon. Ray’s car was parked outside, so I knew he was here, as well as my father’s car. My Dad has had Ray over and pays him to do work on his old Rambler.

I was surprised when I initially didn’t see or hear anything when I entered the house. But I heard the bathroom shower turn off as I walked toward the back, then some muffled voices. I was surprised to see that the bathroom door had been left open.

As I walked past the bathroom I was shocked to see Ray open the shower door, standing there totally naked. Yes, Ray, the 18 year old Senior, the hottest boy in the whole high school!

“Hi John!” He greeted me all soaking wet. I took in the sight of him. His mop of black hair and his beautiful, piercing blue eyes, his tall, skinny frame, but wide shoulders at the top. Oh my fucking God, he was hot! His soft cock hung down, its length extending beyond his testicles, just like I remember seeing him once in the P. E. Showers. Pity that it hardly seemed bigger than I remembered.

Then I saw my father next to Ray, also naked. His cock was noticeably bigger than Ray’s. Both men grabbed towels and dried themselves off. Seeing them together like this caused me to immediately bone up. I knew something must have happened between the two of them, and I got jealous of my father.


THE FLY ON THE WALL PICKS UP THE STORY—

What had happened earlier was that Ray had come over at the invitation of John’s Dad, to work on eliminating the engine’s uneven running and occasional sputtering. It was a blazing hot day, and Ray soon dispatched with his T-shirt, working and sweating in only a pair of cutoff shorts and sneakers, sweat dripping down his lean body. The Dad got all hot and sweaty, though all he did was watch Ray work, and occasionally start the car or rev the engine at Ray’s request.

“Man, I’ve gotta cool down something fierce!” Ray suddenly said.

“You can take a cold shower,” the older man answered, leading the handsome teen to the bathroom.

“Gee thanks, Mr. Studd,” the youth exclaimed, as he ripped off his shorts and stood buck ass naked, then walked over to the tub.

“Hey, why don’t you join me?” Ray suddenly asked the man whose car he worked on.

Surprised at this invitation, Mr. Studd muttered “Sure,” took off his clothes, and joined to youth in the shower.

Ray turned the cold water on full blast and stepped under the water, washing away all his sweat. Mr. Studd noted how the sudden shock made the boy’s testicles draw up quickly.

Then it was John’s Dad’s turn under the shower. Damn, that water’s cold! Leave it to the young to endure the unpleasant, I guess because it doesn’t occur that it’s unpleasant until you get older, he reasoned.

Ray grabbed the soap, and scrubbed all the grease and the grime and the dirt off him. He got himself aroused as he bathed himself.

“Man, I got myself hard,” the high school senior remarked, as he stepped under the shower to wash the soap off.

“Johnny unscrews the shower head and makes the water stream hit the head of his penis,” the father told his son’s classmate.

“You mean like this?”” The young man removed the shower head and let the stream of water hit the head of his dick, just as instructed. For some reason the question of HOW his friend’s Dad knew that about his son never occurred to him.

In the meantime Mr. Studd watched the 18 year old, as the youth became absorbed in whatever sexual thoughts or fantasies got him worked up. The older man stood close to watch the boy, even though the ricochet of the water splashed up in his face.

In the meantime the young man sunk deeper and deeper into his sexual arousal, as if he forgot everything else existed. He made occasional unconscious utterances, and this went on for a couple of minutes. Then he said, “fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” And his penis started ejaculating his 18 year old boy semen in front of him, as spurt after spurt flew, until his orgasm was spent, and the water washed his man juice away.

“Man, that was good!” Uttered Ray finally, panting and catching his breath.

As for Mr. Studd, watching his young companion get off had got him boned up. Noticing the older man’s erection, Ray said,

“Hey, Mr. Studd, why don’t you make the water stream hit that big dick of yours?”

So John’s Dad stepped up to the water stream, and let the stream of water hit his cockhead. After a few moments, he thought, “Wow!” No wonder Ray and my boy enjoy this so much! He stood there and let the water beat on his penis to build up his arousal.

It took a few minutes, but the older man reached the point of no return, and watched the white spurts of cum erupt from his boner.

“All right, Mr. Studd!” Ray enthused, as he watched the older man’s baby maker fluid leave his cock and get washed away down the drain.


THE SON RESUMES THE NARRATIVE

I felt highly jealous, but I realized that catching Ray with my Dad like this had also gotten me boned up.

“Johnny, why don’t you get Ray some clean clothes to wear?”

Dad went to his room to get dressed, and Ray, the handsome 18 year old stud, still buck ass naked, followed me to my room.

I sat on my bed and watched as Ray ran a comb through his dripping wet black hair. I made a point of checking out Ray’s body, his wiry physique, with the treasure trail halfway up his torso, and a tiny tuft of hair trying to get established in the center of his chest. I looked directly at my classmate’s cock, long enough to make sure he knew it. I finally decided it was OK in size, though I’d still like it a bit bigger.

It turned out that Ray was an inch or two skinnier than me in the waist, so the underwear and short pants I loaned him were a bit loose. He had to pull the belt I lent him extra tight, so they’d hold the clothes up.

Finally, I watched my Dad count out a good number of $20 bills into Ray’s hand for payment for working on his car. Hmm, I didn’t get the exact amount, but I think my Old Man is being rather generous here.

“See you, John,” said Ray with a big grin as he walked out the door. I found myself wondering if I would ever get him in the sack. But then again, I’m sure something happened between him and my Dad.

 

[Araucaria]

1121 LILAC CIRCLE

BILLY'S WEDDING DAY

It’s the morning of my wedding day. I’m only 20, and I’ve only known the woman I”m marrying for a few months. I get out of the shower, and I’m drying off. Dad is standing in front of me at the lavatory, shaving. I wrap the towel around my waist, waiting my turn at the lavatory, to brush my teeth.

Dad finishes shaving, and washes off the foam.

“Come here, son. I want to see if you’re clean shaven.”

I half-way expected this, Dad checks my face for whiskers once a month, or on special occasions. Not that I have anything growing on my face, just a random blond hair here and there on my chin, and a near-invisible layer of peach fuzz. I always forget about it, which is where Dad comes in.

I move in to the lavatory next to Dad, his face inches from mine, examining me closely.

“We’ve got one here,” he says, as he touches a lone sprout, and whisks it away with his razor, not bothering to use lather. I think he gets off on driving home the fact that I’m too immature to shave— and then touches and whisks away another, and so on, until all seven or so random whiskers that dared to make the bold claim that I’ve reached manhood are gone.

“They shouldn’t allow boys to get married who can’t even shave yet,” he said.

Dad really likes to needle me about my still-smooth face. It might surprise you, but I actually like this ritual, though I pretend that it annoys me, so he keeps on doing it. I get the result I want, since it makes my Old Man get right in my face, touching me.

Too much, in fact. Dad’s closeness and touching always gets me boned up, and I’m sprouting major wood under my towel. This happens every time he shaves me— the closeness feels so intimate— but I always hope he doesn’t look down. But right now I’m too anxious about the wedding, and it feels so good to completely surrender to Dad, and forget about it all for a moment.

Now comes the part where Dad shaves away whatever peach fuzz I may have. But this time he presses full frontal body contact into me. I feel my penis press into him. Uh-oh, no way to hide it now!

The shifting of our bodies and the press against the lavatory causes my towel to fall to the floor, and now I’m buck-ass naked in front of my Old Man. When my cock is hard and free, it stands at a 45 degree above the horizontal, and I feel it press hard into my Dad’s midsection.

“Don’t worry about that erection, son. When I was your age, I’d always get boned up when I was worried or anxious.”

I certainly appreciated my Old Man’s permission to be hard with him. I was worried and afraid, yes, but there was something else, too. I wanted to be right here with Dad, hard cock pressed against his body forever, while he did the unnecessary job of shaving me.

“OK, son, let’s get your peach fuzz. Hmm, I’m can barely make it out,” he said, as he slowly drew his razor over my tender skin.

Finally, Dad finished shaving me, and made me bend down over the sink, and splashed water over my face to wash it off. Taking a small towel, he dried my face, and pressed his body into mine one final time, to get a close-up look at his handiwork. The quick contact caused me to involuntarily thrust my penis into him. But if it bothered him, he gave to clue.

“Hey, smooth as a baby’s bottom,” he said, and he dragged his hand across my face, and then kissed me on the cheek.

“OK, now go get dressed!!” Dad ordered, as he planted a firm swat on my buttocks before I could wrap the towel around me.

I went to my room, and took off the towel. Damn, I can’t get dressed in my groom’s suit with this blazing hard-on.

I stood there, telling myself that I couldn’t get dressed as long as I had this erection. But I realized that there was an even bigger reason: I had the hots for my Dad, and I couldn’t shake it.


BUT THERE WERE ISSUES TO BE TAKEN CARE OF…


The Dad opened the door of his son Billy’s bedroom.

"We've got to get move--"

He stopped in his tracks. His son stood buck-ass naked, erection at full mast.

His father stared at the sight before him.

"Son, we've got to get going…" he started hesitantly.

"Dad, I can't get dressed, as long as I've got this," the young man said, nodding at his hard-on.

They stood in front of each other like this, silently, for a couple of moments.

Finally the Dad, studying his son, and staring at Billy’s manhood, finally asked,

"Son, do you need to take care of that, you know, jack off?"

"I guess I do, Dad," the son said with a nervous laugh.

The Dad sensed there was something on his boy's mind.

"Is there something bothering you?" he ventured.

"Dad, I'm kind or nervous, you know…" he hesitated for a moment, "…about tonight," the son stammered.

The Dad looked Billy for a moment, and somehow figured out what was bothering him. "You mean you've never had sex with her?"

"Dad, I'm a virgin."

The Dad let go of a long sigh. He stared at his son's penis.

"Well, from the looks of it, you shouldn't have a problem." For some reason, he felt the need to comfort his boy somehow. He made a fist around his son's erection, and then moved his hand back and forth. Continuing with this motion, the Dad set about jacking his boy off.

"You know, Billy, I would have taken care of this little problem. I was going to buy a whore for you on your 18th birthday. But your Mom put a stop to it the moment I picked up the phone to dial. 'Don't you dare!' she yelled. 'I know what you're doing!’’” I have no idea how she knew, I have no clue, she's psychic or something."

Billy’s Old Man continued masturbating his son, unhurriedly, knowing this was a special moment between father and son, and no need to rush it.

“You like this, son?”

“Yeah, it feels good, Dad.”

“I knew you wanted something more from me, the way you got hard with me in the bathroom. No need to rush it, I want to make this good for you.”

The boy’s Old Man kept jacking him slowly. With his free hand, he started squeezing, kneading, and bouncing his son’s balls, and tugging on his scrotum.

“Oh, God, Dad, play with me, beat my meat. Yeah, that feels so fucking good!”

The Dad kept this up for a few more minutes.

“Oh, Dad, I’m gonna cum!” The son said, as his cock sent a spurt across the bed. Spurt after spurt erupted from his penis, due to his Dad’s steady hand, until he was finally spent. Suddenly he felt exhausted.

“Oh gee, thanks, Dad!” Billy said, as he smooched his Old Man on the lips.

Finally, the son started getting dressed, with his Dad helping him.

Then Mom knocked on the door.

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!”

“Don’t get worked up over it,” the Dad said. “They can’t start the wedding without the groom, can they?”

Finally, the son was completely dressed, and he came out of his bedroom.

Then Dad confidentially handed his son two Viagra pills.

“That’s for tonight, just in case. I don’t want you to be worried that you can’t get it up.”

 

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1121 LILAC CIRCLE

AT THE CHURCH

We got to the church late, but it was no big deal, since as it turned out, my bride was also late. Me and Dad were in the men’s room, doing the last minute tidying up. But there was a problem.

“Dad,” I said, putting my hand over the erection in my dress pants, “I’m hard, and it won’t go down.”

“What, that little session this morning didn’t help you? Well, all right.”

My Old Man ushered me into one of the cubicles. Once there, he unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, stroking it. Man, his hand felt good. He pulled my balls out of the fly and started squeezing them.

After a couple of minutes Dad said, “An ejaculation in your wedding suit can get kind of messy. I’ll have to do it this way.”

Next thing I know Dad had my dick in his mouth, giving me head. Damn, I never knew what a good cocksucker he was!

But my Old Man seemed to be taking his sweet time.

“Dad, hurry up, we’re late for the wedding!”

“Oh relax, son! It’s not every day I get to give my son a blow job on his wedding day!.”

Then I realized Dad was in no hurry, intent on edging me, drawing it out as long as he wanted. I let myself relax as much as I could, enjoying it

Finally he brought me to orgasm, as I grabbed him by both ears, and ejaculated my second load of semen in his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed.

I zipped up, and we made our final adjustments to our suits.

“Dad, I’m sweating, people will see it.”

“Don’t worry, just walk out like you know what you’re doing, and nobody will notice.

The ceremony went off without a hitch; actually it was such a blur. Yet I still had hard-on problems all through the day, including at the reception. Thank God we got to leave early.