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Nifty - Gay - Incest - Taking My Sons Virgin Ass

 
Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 23:54:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: C R <niftydadcr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking My Son's Virgin Ass Part 1 by Daddy J

"Taking My Son's Virgin Ass"

by Daddy J

"You are certainly not coming in here like that!" My wife screamed at me
from the entrance of the garage. Catching my scent, I definitely had a
pungeant odor about me. I had been working outside in the yard all day,
and was covered in dirt and sweat. "You stink. You're going to track mud
and grime all over the house. No you don't! You strip here!"

"Kiss first?" I asked playfully.

"No," my wife said trying to hide her amusement with an angry tone. "Even
your face is covered in dirt."

"Who said anything about my face," I shot back, grabbing my crotch.

My wife rolled her eyes and shook her head. Suddenly, she gasped for air.
For a minute, I think something is seriously wrong until I turn around and
notice our 12 year old son, Jamie, standing shirtless and covered in so
much mud that he looks like the swamp thing.

"No way!" she shouted at him. "How did this happen?"

"We were playing with water guns," my son protested.

I bit my lip to avoid laughing at my wife. Her face was so angry with
frustration at this point I thought she was going to explode.

"I got this," I said, taking off my work shirt. My wife shook her head at
us and returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I undressed my son and admired his smooth, childlike body. He had dirty
blonde shaggy haircut and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. I
once had hair like his, but my hairline started to recede in my early 30s.
Now in my late 40s, I was basically bald. He definitely had some of my
facial features, but he was a stark contrast to my muscular hairy frame and
my small beer gut.

Soon, we were both standing naked in the garage, and my son was
uncharacteristically silent.

"What's wrong?" I asked?

"Your... penis is huge!" Jamie says, awestruck and not taking his eyes off
of my flaccid dick.

I suddenly remember that Jamie hadn't seen me naked in recent memory. I
always tried to teach all the boys about their bodies and to be comfortable
in them. I feared Jamie was becoming ashamed of his.

"You can't compare us," I assured my son. "I'm an adult, and a big one.
You're a small kid. One day, you'll be a big man."

"Promise?" My son asked, with an innocent stare.

"Promise," I replied, ruffling his hair.

Suddenly, there was a small pause as I noticed my son once again starring
at my cock. I could feel the blood rushing to the head, causing my dick to
give a quick twitch. My son gasped, not knowing what to think.

"Dad!" My son fumbled out, reaching for my penis. "It moved!"

"Oops," I thought to myself, catching my son's hand before making contact.
I guess it's time to have a body talk with my son.

"Son, there are boundaries men have with each other." I said sternly.

"I'm sorry," my son apologized. "Did I do something wrong?"

I squat down, bringing my stern and now serious face to his. "How would
you like to take a bath with your old man? I promise I'll explain as much
as you want."

My son's face suddenly came alive with excitement. "Really, Dad?"

"Really," I replied, matter of factly, picking him up.

I carried him to our master bathroom with the big bathtub and filled it up
with warm water. The whole time, Jamie couldn't take his eyes off of my
cock, which was causing it to engorge with more blood and expand. It
wasn't hard yet, but I was constantly thinking of things to refrain from
having a full on erection in front of my young son.

"So is it bad to touch yourself?" asked my son, submerging his small frame
into the tub.

"What? No, don't be ridiculous! Why would you think that?"

"Because you got mad when I tried to touch yours."

"No, because you tried to touch without me giving any consent. You never
do that to anyone, son. Doesn't matter if you're male or female. If it's
another person, you ask."

My son suddenly looked down at his belly button ashamed. I really didn't
mean for him to feel ashamed, so I tried to lighten the mood.

"If it's you?" I continued. "Well, why not touch yourself? It feels
great!"

I gave a few playful tugs at my penis, teasing my son. There was a small
pause on my son's end, and he starred at my cock intently again. I always
suspected that Jamie might turn out to be gay, and I always worried about
him being ashamed of his sexuality or his body. The other three boys all
grew up to be straight, but Jamie was always a bit different, so I was
trying to make him comfortable about it.

For some reason, my son's stare was the final straw, and my cock engorged
itself into full erection. My son starred at the plum shaped end of my
dick inches from his face, completely uncertain of what to say. Maybe it
was the lust building up doing yardwork all day, but suddenly I had a
thought that I told myself would be for Jamie's education.

"Okay, son," I said in a deep, serious tone. "If you want something, ask!"

"Da-, Da-, Daddy," my son fumbled with the words. I noticed that my son
hadn't called me 'Daddy' in years. "May I touch your, um, your, ah, pe-...
penis?"

"Yes, son," I replied softly. "You may."

My son pushed himself toward me more and I felt his small, soft hand start
to explore it up and down very cautiously. I could tell he was shaking out
of nervousness.

I let out a deep moan. I told myself I was doing this for his benefit,
but, goddamn it, did his curious touch give me a raging hard-on. The
thought of my young, innocent son exploring the cock that made him was
almost enough to send me shooting gobs of goo all over his precious face.
The thought was driving me insane!

Suddenly, Jamie's hand pulled away and I heard my son's voice start to cry
out in a panic.

"No, no, no, no!" He weeped, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

I look down and notice that my son had left a bit of a yellow streak in the
water. My dear little boy was in such a nervous state that he accidentally
emptied his bladder in the tub.

I grab Jamie and hold him close to my hairy naked body, but Jamie had
already started to cry out tears of embarrassment.

"Shhhh...." I tried to comfort him, patting his naked back while holding
him close. "It's okay, son. It's okay."

"No, dad. I'm a loser. I'm a freak," he gritted through the tears.

"No you're not, son. It could happen to anyone anytime. You're just
nervous, baby boy."

"It never happened to you!" Jamie said, starting to fight back the tears
and the sobs.

With that, I let go of my son, stood up and, after a brief second, started
to piss out of my erect cock into the tub. My urine thrust out with pure
force, smacking the water and leaving a pungent odor in the air with a
faint scent of the beers I chugged down earlier. Hey, we're going to have
to shower after this anyway at this point, so why not if it helps my boy to
feel better.

"Then I'm a freak too, aren't I?" I ask my son, smiling.

My son looked like pure shock, not sure what to do. Suddenly, my cock
hardened a bit further and my piss stream accidentally went up a little
bit, smacking my son across the face. I forced my stream to stop once I
realized what I just did.

"Oh my God! Jamie, I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that!"

"Da- Daddy?" my son stammered out unintelligibly. It's okay... can you
please do it again? I think I liked it."

Suddenly, a wave of undeniable lust ran over me, and I pause for a moment
to take in what is happening and where this may lead. Sexually I'm
straight, and there's nothing better than a tight pussy, but for some odd
reason this scenario is turning me on. After giving it a thought, a
demanding look took over my face asI made eye contact with Jamie, starring
him down. I relaxed my prostate once again, this time trying to increase
the pressure of my force. I deliberately aim for his sweet, sweet face
this time and take note that his small boy cock has started to harden. The
whole time I'm pissing on him, I refuse to break eye contact.

"You like your Daddy's piss, boy?" I asked, practically growling through
the unexpected change in tone.

Jamie shook his head, equally frightened and turned on. To some extent, I
felt the same way... only I was more turned on than frightened. I grabbed
my son's face, and gave it one good hard lick from bottom to top. I tasted
the bitterness of my own piss. God, this is nasty. I always had an
interest in raunch and kink, but the wife would never hear of it. Now,
here I was with a seven inch erect cock pissing in the face of my son. The
stream of piss soon died down, but my stare didn't.

"What happens here? You can never tell anyone, son," I informed my son,
contemplating my next move and whether there would be a next move or not.
"Not your friends. Not your mom. Not anyone. Understand?

"Ye-, yes," my son stuttered.

"Yes, what?" I ask, the juices in my cock taking over my senses.

"Yeeeeesssssss... ," my son struggled, not quite knowing what to say.
".... Daddy?"

My cock gave out a twitch. There was that word again, and it was driving
me crazy! I braced myself against the wall of the bathroom and stuck out
my erect penis closer to his face. My heart was pounding in my chest with
excitement.

"Touch it!" I demanded!

Jamie wrapped his tiny little fingers around the shaft of my thick meaty
cock, but paused. My muscular legs were starting to feel weak, but I
managed to fight through it and stand in a dominant manner over my son
sitting in the tub. My gaze connected with his once again, and I starred
him down like an animal.

"Well?" I questioned, angrily. "Up and down son, up and down."

Jamie did as I commanded, and his form was surprisingly flawless. He was
not going all the way up the shaft or all the way down. My boy was staying
mostly around the middle of the shaft, which was where I normally jacked
off myself. I swore that I could actually see the vein in my cock
pulsating up and down with his movements. I pre-cum a lot these days, and
soon the clear liquid had coated my entire rod. Suddenly, Jamie took his
hand away curiously, noting the clear sticky substance all over my cock and
his hand.

"It's called pre-cum," I explained before he can ask. "It means that a
daddy is very pleased with his boy. It's a special reward for you."

"What does it taste like?" my son asked, cringing his nose.

"You tell me."

With that, my son licked off a bit on the tip. He flicked his tongue for a
second, not sure what to make of it.

"Tastes salty," my son replied. "Is this cum?"

"No son. I promise you'll see some soon, though. Just keep tasting it.
Go ahead, son. Put the tip in your mouth. Lick it."

Jamie stretched his lips around my cock. He slowly licked the head like a
lollipop, savoring the juices and odor of his sweaty, hairy daddy no doubt.
The sensations were really getting to me. I could still smell the stench
of my urine on my son. My territory was marked now. I wanted to stake my
claim on it even more. I pulled my son forcefully off my cock and squatted
down over my son. Without hesitation, I placed my mouth over his and
explored the wet mouth of my kid with my tongue.

As I gave my kid what I'm certain was his first kiss, I leaned in and
started to stroke his baby cock. Suddenly, in no time, my son started to
convulse. I cupped my huge hand over his small mouth to keep him from
screaming in ecstasy, and I relaxed and watched my son have his first dry
orgasm.

However, when he calmed down, I found my hand still cupping his mouth. I
realized suddenly, that I was thinking something. Something aweful, yet
something my lust wasn't going to let me walk away from.

"Did you like that, son? Did it make you feel good?"

Jamie shook his head in agreement, his eyes wide open.

"Daddy needs to give you some special loving. It'll hurt for a minute or
so, but after you'll be feeling real good. Can you do that for your daddy?
Can you let him feel good, too?"

Jamie nodded his head slowly, not sure what to think. Suddenly, I notice a
stream hitting my leg. My son's nervous energy released his bladder again.
The fact that he was so scared of this sent my lust into overdrive.
Instinctively, I removed my hand and roughly flipped him over, planting his
stomach on the edge of the tub and sticking his tight bubble butt up in the
air. I poured the contents of my wives moisturizer onto my raging rod and
cusped my hand over my son's mouth again. The moisturizer isn't
necessarily needed, as my pre-cum had coated my cock completely, but I want
to make that first moment as painless as possible, although I still imagine
it hurt at first. Without thinking any further, I shoved the tip of my
cock in. Jamie started to trash about as the water started to splash
outside the tub. His resistance increased my lust and passion for what I
was about to do.

"Shhh. Calm down, baby boy. Daddy needs this." I quickly slammed the rest
of my cock in all the way up to my bush. I heard Jamie's muffled scream
through my cup hand, and he started to struggle even more. Tears started
to well up in his eyes.

"Stop it," I demanded. Jamie stopped struggling immediately as my cock
rested motionless in his tight hole.

I'm actually a bit surprised I got this far into him, but, wow, was it
insanely tight! It was like a small, soft vice clamping my pulsating cock.
The feel of my cock invading Jamie's warm, tight hole was pure euphoria.
My wife's pussy never felt anywhere near this good. Underneath my cusped
hand, I could hear the faint cries of my son as a few tears streamed down
his face. I stood motionless now, regaining my sanity and waiting for my
son's pain to subside.

"It's okay, Jamie," I said, whispering in his ear. "The pain will go away
more and more each time. If you want me to pull out, I will... Daddy will
love you either way, but you've wanted this. You've wanted your old man's
cock for quite some time, haven't you?"

My son began to nod in agreement, very slowly. I remained motionless, and
removed my hand from his mouth. I deliberately wiped the tears away from
my son's face and gave him a peck on the cheek. I love this boy so much,
and I know this is what we both want.

"I've known for quite some time now that you like boys, and this is the way
two boys express that love. Daddy's ready to make love to you now. Daddy
wants to make love to you now. Just tell me what you want, boy?"

"I... I... I want you to make love to me," Jamie stuttered, after a brief
pause.

"'You want me to make love to you' what, son?"

"I want you to make love to me, Daddy."

There's that word again, and for some reason hearing my son call me 'Daddy'
sent a wave of ecstasy and lustful aggression through me. I started to
slowly move my cock back and forth in my boy's sweet ass, but soon the
testosterone took over again and I started to pound my boy's sweet ass
hard. I noticed my son gritting his teeth together, but he's definitely
enjoying it all the same. The sound of my hairy balls slapping the fair
skin of my boy increased the eroticism of the moment. The tightness of my
son's virgin ass was too much. My cock started to swell further, getting
ready to release days of sexual frustration. I should have just seeded the
boy, but I wanted him to see what cum was, and I wanted to watch him
swallow the seed that made him.

I was way over the edge now, and I didn't have time to explain what was
happening to my son. I quickly pulled out and roughly propped him back in
the tub, inches away from my soon-to-be exploding cock.

I let out a deep growl as the first stream of jizz came out of my cock and
sprayed the wall. Jamie turned around to get a better look, but I forced
his head back toward my cock and rammed it roughly down his throat.

"Swallow it!" was all I could get out. I felt stream after stream go down
my son's throat, and he desperately tried to swallow all of it with loud,
audible gulps. Soon, however, it started to ooze out of his mouth, so I
pulled out before he drowned in it and let the last few streams hit him in
the face. With each stream of jizz, my growling and grunting transformed
into soft moans, and I pumped the last few drops into the bathwater.

Quickly, I shove my tongue in his mouth again and tasted the remains of my
own cum on my own son. The sick, perverted pedo side of my mind forced me
to smile at this concept. I pulled my mouth off my son, and attempted to
explain what just came out of Daddy.

"That, Jamie, is what you call sperm. It's what made you when I shot my
wad in your mommy's pussy all those years ago, and you ate it! And you're
going to eat it again, aren't you boy? You're going to be your Daddy's boy
from here on out, aren't you"

My son's eyes, wide with amazement, nodded furiously.

"As soon as you can produce some, and someday you will, I promise that I'll
take my son's load. Deal?"

"Yes, Dad," my son said, hugging me tightly. "Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome, son."

I got out of the tub and turned on the shower. The two of us got in and
rinsed off. Jamie didn't say anything else, but had a slight smile on his
face. He lathered my thick, furry body, and I lathered his sweet, pale
skin. In no time, we had ourselves and the bathroom smelling of my wife's
fruity soaps as the remains of our piss and cum washed down the drain.
Pity. I dried us both off, gave him a kiss on the forehead. I wanted to
snuggle with my boy in the bed, but instead I sent him to his room to get
dressed. My wife was sure to have dinner ready by now.

Jamie and I will definitely be spending more time together soon, and
hopefully I'll find more reasons to share bath time with him in the future.
I can't wait to do that again, but how do I continue this affair without my
wife knowing? That was the question.

 
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