Confessions tagged with 'gayincest'.

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#907

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I use fuck my lil bro a lot we wrestle and just filling his lil butt would get me hard so one day we decided wreastle naked I pinned him down and had his ass faceing me I got on top rubbing my cock on his bare ass and shoved it in him he let out a scream I just held him there as I worked it in n out of him after that there was other times and it moved on to I'd let my friends come and fuck him as I watched were two 3 years apart now that we're older I wonder if he remembers

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When we moved from L.A. to a rural part of San Diego county. I had been developing the usual teen ` I hate my father’ attitude for some time but I knew within me I loved him and missed the closeness we had when I was younger. My dad never did anything that was overtly sexual towards me but I had found some gay magazines in the barn once. I knew they were his immediately but I had no idea the impact the magazines would have one me. At first, I stayed away but over time I started to go into the barn more and more and look at the magazines. The cool thing is that they were in a loft so from there I could keep an eye out to make sure no one was coming. I would open them and look at the images of the guys’ large cocks, the others who were sucking them. I would then sneak back into the house and at night, masturbate furiously remembering the images.

As I became used to being in the barn loft, I began to rub myself through my pants while I looked at the magazines. What especially turned me on were the images showing men on their knees sucking other guys including this one time, a very young guy sucking a guy with grey hair. Wow. The magazines changed from time to time so it was clear that my dad was coming there also. The loft also became more comfortable with carpet scraps and some old cushions but I found myself especially turned on that it was so dusty there; like the dirty atmosphere in some way made it a better place to enjoy my dirty feelings. After about the 4th or 5th time I went there, I started pulling my pants down to masturbate to the images; a few more times and I was naked. Here’s the cool thing – I would lay down where my dad had obviously been laying down and masturbating. After a while, I would masturbate until I came but I was careful to come through the loft opening onto the dirt floor below and then cover my cum up as I left. Then I made a mistake – I was so caught up in my passion that I came and came hard, splashing onto the magazine image. I tried wiping it off but I freaked and put the magazine with the hot image of the young guy sucking the older man away and ran back to the house.

There, in the bathroom, I masturbated furiously for an hour, coming many times. At dinner that night, my dad was giving me curious looks. I was the only son so if he had found sticky pages, there was only one possible culprit – me! I was busy focusing on dinner but he asked, “son, were you in the barn today?” “uh, no dad.” “Really, I found some things out of place.” “No, dad, I was late from school.” One of my sisters, worse, my younger sister with the big tits I had been in lust with for a few years said, “Yea you were, I saw you coming from the barn.” I glared at my sister and shook my head but my dad was thoughtful. “Well, if you’re going to play in there, make sure you clean up after yourself, ok?” He kind of half winked and I thought I was going to die. But you know the funny thing? I instantly got hard and the image that came to me was me on my knees, sucking my father. I had been thinking he was weird but now I understood that it was a kind of weird that made sense. I wanted my dad so much that it hurt.

We lived outside of town a bit and during this time of sexual turmoil, I was frequently awake after everyone had gone to sleep.

I would sneak out of the house and walk to the front of the property. It was a pretty big place and when I was in front near the road, I couldn’t be seen from the house. I would strip down and walk naked, sometimes sneaking to the edge of the road and masturbating, ducking down when cars would pass… my ducks became slower over time and I remember one glorious time I stood at the side of the road masturbating as cars passed me until one car passed me, slowed and stopped. My breath was coming short but I kept masturbating as the car turned and came back my way, slowing and stopping across the street. It was a middle age guy maybe half my dad’s age and he just watched me…. and I could tell …. he had unzipped and was masturbating too. We watched each other for a few minutes before my nerve broke and I stepped back into the brush alongside the road. He stayed there another 10 minutes or so and then eventually left. I always wondered what would have happened if I had crossed the road, opened the car door and stepped in. Even today I get hard thinking about it. Can you imagine? You as the middle aged guy and a guy walks across the road naked towards you, his hard cock in his hand, his eyes locked hard with yours and his breath coming short. He walks in front of your car, his beautiful nude body highlighted in your car’s lights. He (me) comes around to your right side and opens the door and stretches into your car, laying his head onto your lap. Looking up into your eyes, he (me) licks up your hard cock and then lifts his head and begins to suck you. You, thinking about the night ahead, put the car back into gear and slowly drive away, his (my) head bobbing up and down on your cock, my nude body stretched across the seat next to you. We will leave aside the potential danger and focus instead on the hotness. I have delivered myself to you, to be used by you as you see fit. My ass, my mouth, my cock … yours. In fact, I went back to my house and did something I had learned to enjoy that summer. I took a cool shower and then stole nakedly from the bathroom to my bed, wet and cock in hand to masturbate until I came. . . This night however, I was too worked up so after the shower, I opened the bathroom door and stood there nude, listening to the night. It was probably 2 am at this point and the night was quiet. I am standing at the open bathroom door, the lights off. I am wet and naked and my breath is coming short. I am so excited I cannot stand it. My dad’s room is between the bathroom and my bed and as I stepped out from the bathroom, my hand is on my cock. Before, I would hurry past his door but this night I tiptoed up to it, dripping wet and masturbating. I stop. I listen carefully. I slowly kneel in front of his door until my eyes are at the level of the knob.

I feel like I’m praying to the gods. `please, let me please you. Put your hand to the back of my head and pull me to your cock. Let me please you.’ I truly felt I had entered into a fairy realm. Something magical while I knelt there nude, masturbating.

One of several possibilities happen at this point. The most obvious is that I stand and go to my bed. At the time, I really wished this had happened because it wasn’t what happened. Instead, my father yanked open the door. I was so surprised that I sprawled backwards and hit my back against the wall behind me. He was standing there nude, oh, and how glorious he was. At the time, I was trying to explain why I was laying there naked and he was there trying to be furious with me… what was happening however was that both of us were too turned on for words. He stepped out into the hall to yell at me, closing the door behind him. I began to rise to apologize and explain. At the time the door closed behind him, my lips came up to his half hard cock and I lost it…. Or maybe it is better to say, I found it. On my knees, my father’s cock was down my throat and I knew I had found meaning in my life. You might have laughed at me as you saw me bobbing up and down desperately there but I had found myself, my position in life there, and I sucked him like he was my god. My dad, oh damn he was shocked, he leaned back against the wall and watched, and then slowly, he brought up his hand and cupped it to the back of my head. I learned to deep throat that night cause he would not have had it any other way. He pulled my head down on his very hard cock and he fucked my face, controlling me, controlling the scene and then he came. Wow. We were both quiet but it’s hard to mask all sounds, I heard him quietly encouraging me to take him deeper and although I was too absorbed at the moment, later I wondered if my mom and sisters heard anything. They didn’t say anything at that time but my younger sister once said she knew I had played with my dad. Funny, it wasn’t just that one time, my dad and I were lovers for the next 20 years though that barn loft became our meeting point most times after. I always made it a point to shower late and leave the bathroom nude. When he and I were alone, we were nude together and I don’t think 2 weeks passed that I didn’t have his cock in mouth.

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