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Subject: Our Naked Week This is a story of incest between father and son. The activities depicted would not be considered legal anywhere. Enjoy a rich fantasy life but live sane, healthy and above reproach. Please donate to Nifty on their secure donation page. A fantasy life is as important as any other form of entertainment. Keep Nifty alive. The author can be reached by email at ail Emails with pics get faster response but all will be answered. Eventually. Our Naked Week The Jeep eased off the road onto the bumpy unpaved dirt that led to the private cabin. After five minutes of bouncing driving John stopped the vehicle. “Why are we stopping here, daddy?” Immediately he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Because we need to strip down. If we’re gonna spend the week up here in the woods we need to be one with nature. Naked is the best way to start.” John pulled the shirt out of his shorts to undo the last couple of buttons. “Get your clothes off, Josh.” The boy watched his father get out to stand by the open door as the shirt was tossed to the back seat. Josh wiggled in the seat as he slid down shorts and briefs all the way over his running shoes. Turning to the drivers side he watch as the shorts were pushed down. When his dad stood Josh was surprised there was no underwear. Instead he stared at the pendulous uncut meat that seemed somewhat supported by the full hairy nut sack. Suddenly the shorts joined the shirt in the backseat as his dad eased back into the Jeep. John got the vehicle moving again. “You still need to lose your top, son.” He glanced a moment at the sweet pink knob that seemed to have no stalk as it was cushioned by the boys balls. “Are you cold? Your pecker looks asleep.” Josh looked up to his dad grinning. Then a big paw dropped between his legs giving his sex a gentle persistent grope. Startled he watched the fingers gather up his balls only to tumble them. “Definitely not cold”, John chuckled. He brought his palm to his nose inhaling deeply. “But definitely all boy.” Josh giggled, “you’re silly, daddy.” “I am am I?” Father joined his son in the laughter. The Jeep stopped in front of the gate. Exiting quickly the locks were undone then the steel wired door was swung open. A quick drive passed the John was out the vehicle again. Josh knelt up so he could watch his dad out the back window. The burly man wore his hiking boots only. The boy marvelled at his dad’s bravery being naked so close to the road. And then he marvelled anew as the cock metronomed on his way back to the car. Sliding in he offered, “Think we should swim first or maybe hike?.” Settling back on the seat Donny said, “Food. I’m hungry.” “Me, too.” Another few minutes of bumpy road and the car eased to a stop beside the Jeep. They locked the car more from habit than necessity. They walked up to the cabins verandah. “I just hope the beer is still cold.” John dropped the 24-case before unlocking the front door. “I’m starving!” Josh grinned. He toted a couple of bags of groceries. Once inside the windows were opened to allow the fresh air to subdue the stale. Sandwiches were made and greatfully sated hunger as pop and beer were drank to wash it all down. “Well, bud, what do you want to do first – hike, swim, what?” Josh mulled it over. “Can we really hike bare?” “Better fucking believe it. We own four hundred acres. This whole side of the lake and river is ours. This is a pants free environment.” The sun sprinkled its way through the tree tops but the forest shade was welcome as they tried the well-worn path. Hand in hand muscled father and lithe son strolled the woods. Occasional squirrels and chipmunks made an appearance as did butterflies. Birds were heard on high but unseen. Leaves rustled echoing the living forest. For almost a mile they walked without conversation. The symphony of nature was enough. “How do ya like being bare-assed outdoors?” Josh gave it serious consideration. “It felt kinda weird at first but now it sorta seems like we’ve always done this. Know what I mean?” “Yeah I do. Being naked with your dad is pretty natural. I think that’s why you feel so comfortable.” “We have to go back soon though.” John looked down at his sons sweet face. “How come?” “I gotta pee.” John let out a big blast of laughter. “Son, the woods are like one giant toilet. Piss anywhere you want.” Josh grinned broadly. “Really?” “Really. Come on with dad.” John took a few steps off the path standing in front of an elm. With a gesture towards the trunk of the tree John said, “Voila. Le toilette.” Josh watched in amazement as his dad aimed his cock letting loose a torrent of piss. The lad followed his dad’s lead feeling very grown up in the process. With a burly arm resting across his shoulders he pissed along side his dad. “Man, this feels fucking good, hunh?” “Yup”, Josh concurred. He eyed his dad’s cock. “How come you pull the skin back?” “Cuz I don’t want my knob to smell pissy.” Making an exaggerated grimace brought a giggle to the beauty. “You should do the same.” But Josh had already drained to a trickle then short drops. He looked up at his dad apologetically. “Next time.” “Next time it is. Tell you what. Why don’t we take the river and swim back?” “Neat!” gaziantep travesti Josh enthused. The water was cold. John held up both sets of shoes as he half swum half drifted with the current. The river opened to the lake and they knew they were close to home. Trudging up from the lake they found the path. Shoes dangled by their laces in one hand as he held fast to his sons with the other. Within moments the one room cabin was in view. “You get the ball and mitts and we’ll pass a few. Get that arm of yours in shape for the season.” Father and son played catch as they casually chatted the rest of the afternoon. Dinner was light – hot dogs and chips. Afterwards, when all was once again clean, John met his sons slim shoulders from behind steering him towards the bathroom. “This time I’ll show you how it’s done.” Side by side they stood at the bowl. As John lifted his meat his eyes indicated that his son should watch. Thumb and forefinger slowly retracted the foreskin revealing the silky plum knob. “Just like this.” He watched his son reveal his pretty pink head. “Atta boy.” His arm brought his son close so that their sides met. They pissed, the only sound coming from streams hitting the water. The streams trickled to a stop. “Now shake out the last drops.” Dick’s bounced side by side. “Good. Now we slide the skin back.” Flushing the toilet John grinned, “And we’re done.” The bed was made up with sheets brought from home. There was no question that they wouldn’t sleep together. Once done John grabbed a beer before stepping into the verandah. As he was joined by his soda-toting son they sat on the large swing. Nestling in close at first John brought the boy onto his lap so the boy could rest his head on the powerful shoulder as his heels rested stretched on the cushion of the swing. Slowly they rocked. Josh secure in his daddies arms drifted off to sleep. John kissed his sons brow as he contentedly watched the sun set. In the morning as Josh sat up he noticed the sheet had been cast aside. He watched his dad in the kitchen, smelling toast and bacon. “Hi, daddy.” John glanced over. “Hey, buddy. Bacon?” Josh watched as the naked man approached with a piece of crisp in his fingers. But Josh stared at something else. The cock that was big but had always hung low now seemed to point in his direction. It swung with a deliberate weight as it swayed horizontal with the floor. He took the proceeded bacon as he looked at his dad’s handsome warm face. “What?” Following his sons eyes he looked down at his semi hard-on. “Oh, that. Morning wood. It’ll go down.” Josh didn’t understand except that the cock seemed more of a separate entity than it had ever appeared before. It seemed fat and strong. The boy couldn’t think on anything else. He never knew something so mundane could suddenly become beautiful. John became aware of the ogling eyes. A thrill of power surged through him as the semi refused to abate. The boy stared with undisguised interest. He knew the situation needed to be diffused. “Honey, it’s just a morning hard-on. Every guy wakes up with one.” “I don’t.” John grinned. “Yes, you do. You had a rager going when I woke up. It felt like steel for chistsake.” Josh looked at his softness then quickly back to his dad. “You felt it?” The question was an accusation. “Had to. You get a real beauty going when you want to.” He studied the annoyed expression. “Relax, bud. I’m your father. If we can live bare-assed there’s certainly nothing wrong with a quick grope. Besides I’m kinda proud by how big you’re getting. Gonna have a hammer like me someday.” This brought an unexpected smile and blush. John spread his palms mid-air as if to surrender. “But, hey, I won’t do it again if you’re that touchy about it. Fuck, I wouldn’t get all pissy if the situation was reversed. I mean, shit, who cares if you touch my fucking cock. It’s where you come from, asshole. What the hell’s the big deal.” As John banged about in the kitchen obviously angry Josh pondered all that his dad had said. (After all what was the big deal? Being naked was cool. And… Did he mean I could touch his? Is that what he means? Really? And I get him mad. Now he’ll never let me. And that would really be kinda neat.) Josh looked for a way to get his dad to look his way but he knew John would ignore him until he calmed down. John set food on plates. The frying pans clattered as he dropped them in the sink. His anger sat simmering on the back burner of intention. Looking down at the plates heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast he suddenly felt familiar arms wrapped about his middle as the side of his sons head pressed against the center of his back. His buns felt the heat of the boys torso. Whenever Josh wanted to make up or just needed affection the lad always did this. His colder heart melted. For a moment he rested his hands on the counter. But just a moment. Turning swiftly he lifted his son up into his arms, young legs wrapped about his waist, lithe arms about his neck. They clung to each other as they made up and the eggs grew cold. John held his son aloft until he remembered to think about baseball and his hard cock hung limp. The day was spent swimming, hiking, touch football on the lawn in front of the cabin and the occasional gaziantep masaj salonları piss outdoors. Father and son bonding had reached its naked heights. The two laughed and frolicked as only two guys could do. The barbq of steak and salad seemed to settle the day as the sun began to set. On the verandah father and son nestled together in father-son bliss. “You getting sleepy?” John held his son tight in the cooling evening sir. “A little, I guess.” Josh clung tightly to the demi-god. “You guess, hunh?” But John chuckled. As Josh pressed his cheek into the brawny shoulder his fingers toyed with the soft hairs of daddies chest hair. “Daddy? Why do men have nipples?” John laughed lightly as small fingers teased his hardened paps. “Because they’re formed before a babies sex is determined.” Josh felt the firm protrubence. “I like yours.” Boldly he dipped his head offering a kiss to the tit. “A lot actually.” “You do, hunh? Kind of like when you used to nurse not so very long ago.” Josh giggled. “Yeah, kinda.” John guided the back of his sons head lower so the lips rested on his nipple. “Well go ahead, little Joshy. Let me cradle you.” With his arms as a sling he held his son as the small mouth began to suckle his firm nip of the muscled pec. “There you go, baby Josh”, he teased lightly. But the combination of the fondling fingers and the suckling lips felt soothingly wonderful. As Josh lovingly sucked his tongue teased the nip as his hand teased the hardness of the other pap. Daddy stroked his butt and thighs as the other arm supported his frame. John enjoyed this odd depth of intimacy. The suckling mouth heightened his senses as he felt the familiar rise of his son-bearer. He brought his forearm between his sons back and his hardening cock to prevent a meeting between the two. He probably should have stopped it but the young mouth felt so secure as it gently sucked. “My sweet baby”, he cooed as his body tingled in complete lust. Josh loved suckling as his tongue tickled about the hard nipple. Even the soft hairs seemed to make the nursing more exciting. He knew his own prick was hard as a rock and somewhere deep inside himself he longed for daddy to touch it now. Even if only for a moment. Like he said he had done that morning. Just once, even for a sec. But he did enjoy the taste of daddies chest. John kissed his sons brow softly. “Hey, bud, I think we should hit the hay.” He watched his son pop off the nipple rewarding him with a dreamy smile. “I think my baby boy is sleepy.” With little effort John stood cradling the boy in his arms as he carried him inside to bed. Carefully he was deposited on the cool sheets. The lad stretched luxuriously arms stretching above his head as he splayed his legs. Looking into the beaming face John bent over his son kissing him tenderly on the mouth. “Now you get some shut-eye.” Josh brought his hand up the side of the muscular back until is hand rested on the brawny shoulder. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” John grinned. “Want me to?” As his paw soothed the slim chest his fingers slid over the warm flesh. “You’ve got one sexy chest.” His voice was huskily whispered. “Cute buds of your own”, he said teasing one little pap, then the other. The fingers trailed down the center of the torso with slow determination. As his fingers slid down the sides of the hard pencil dick he cooed, “you’ve got your morning wood tonight.” As he grinned the boys eyes widened with every tease of the fingers. “This is one impressive cock. Very firm and strong. Something to be proud of.” The fingers tumbled the sweet balls before sliding up the dick then holding it firmly perpendicular to the body. “What a beauty. I’m gonna get a closer look.” Josh stared in wonder as the handsome face came in close to his standing prick. He watched as both paws played his his cock. The foreskin was pulled back then pushed up. A forefinger dipped into the folds to touch his hidden knob. Lips kissed the side of his hard-on. John looked along his sons body smiling between dick-kisses. As eyes met eyes his lips pressed into the warm stiffy. This side. Then that. Then the belly of the juvenile dick. “Tastes like boy”, John chuckled. A few more kisses then the tongue gave a swipe from balls to knob. “MMM. Definitely boy.” The tongue snaked the firm Reed lapping up and down. “Now watch and pay attention.” He swallowed the pink knob into his pursed lips. As the lips encircled the skinned bulb his tongue danced over the head. Josh watched as he involuntarily groaned. The handsome face was slowly taking his cocklette in. As the suction increased he felt the wet mouth muscle slither about his meat. Fingers tossed his balls as the mouth suckled lovingly on his pricklette. His body jerked to the overwhelming sensation of man-boy love. The expert mouth seemed to coax him forward. His body ceased to be earthbound. His hips rocked then thrust upward as if to take more of the suction. Hands slid under his cheeks to offer up his yearning prick. Suckling daddy seemed to urge him ever upward. And then the first tingle. It started at his center, then his toes, shoulders, hips. All his senses converged as he began to whimper. The sucking mouth wouldn’t stop as he cried out softly. Stars exploded behind his eyes gaziantep escort bayan as he felt his knob take off. He fucked the mouth without skill but deep need. His body in fire daddy would not stop. Hands on his ass as the mouth sucked hard and relentless. More stars. Bright lights behind the eyes. His body roared. He yelled out, “daddy!” before blackness took him. Morning found John sitting on the front stoop sipping a steaming coffee. With a squeak the screen door opened as quickly young arms wrapped about his neck from behind. “Good morning, sleepy.” Josh rested his face at the strong nape. “I really slept.” “That you did, son. Like the dead. You never stirred even as I made breakfast.” John turned slightly. “You okay?” Josh mumbled affirmatively. “One minute I was awake, the next it was morning.” He slid around to curl by the muscular arm. “What did I do?” John chuckled as he brought the lad onto his lap. “I think you had your first orgasm. It knocked you on your ass, so to speak. I mean you went down like an anchor.” Holding the boy close he smelled his hair. “I just hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You’ve got one tasty little cock, son.” Josh giggled in spite of the sudden wave of shyness. Fingers toyed with the dark chest hairs. “I did”, he half-whispered. Looking up at the strong profile he softly added, “I even woke up with morning wood.” John lowered his eyes to the boys. “Well don’t just sit there. Stand up and show it off.” The kid stood up, the hard-on jutting proudly upward. Fingers felt the belly of the cocklette. “Sweet”, John cooed. Fingers slid up and down the sides. “Ya do me proud, bud.” He gently fondled the smooth nut sack. “I think you need another suck job.” The boy nodded with undisguised anticipation. He watched the mouth suck the prick in. As the mouth worked its warm wet magic paws slid up his thighs to slide around until they massaged his butt cheeks. He leaned forward resting his stomach on daddy’s head as his thin arms wrapped about it. The suckling mouth was gentle yet insistent. With the sun on his back and his cock in the wet maw he felt warmth like he’d never known such thing. John felt his sons legs begin to buckle as a low moan escaped his throat. Sucking hard he brought his son to a thrashing climax. Weakly the boy tried to stand but instead sunk to his father’s lap. He hugged the smaller frame as he chuckled, “Helluva way to start the day, hunh?” Josh sighed as he leaned into the chest. His hands held the brawny shoulders. The firm hot column of man meat pressed between them. Pushing back so he could look into the gentle eyes he grinned, “You’ve got morning wood, daddy.” John grinned back. “What do you think we should do about it?” Josh giggled as he slid between the muscular hairy legs. Kneeling on the same step as his dad’s feet he stared at the fat prick jutting upward from the dense black bush. The bag with its fat balls hugged the body. He then looked up uncertain. John cupped the jawline. “Think of this as a warm lollipop. Just start at the bottom and lick your way up.” The lad leaned in. His tongue painted the bottom of the stalk with feathery swipes. The cock was very warm with barely anything but a fleshy taste. As he moved up the pole his hands took the base. Tongue pressed flat as his face rose ever upwards. Teasingly he made his way to the exposed bee of the knob. John took hold of his sons head. “Just there, flick your tongue up and down. Yeah, like that. Fuck, this is sweet.” Josh remained still as the tip of his tongue flickered. The paws were warm on the cheeks of his face. “Oh, fuck, honey, you look so beautiful.” The tongue was it’s own magic. “Now let’s see if you can suck my cockhead into your mouth.” His father pushed the cock lower as his mouth took in the slimey purple knob. As he sucked the most wonderful taste filled his mouth and throat. Silky hot knob leaked his father’s essence. He sucked harder, relishing the taste. As Josh moaned he was unaware of what the vibrations were doing to his father’s fat cock. “Oh, baby, you’re a natural cocksucker. Your fucking hot mouth is gonna make me shoot”, the boylover groaned. “Having my own son on the end of my cock is so fucking hot. Daddy’s gonna fill your throat with little baby seeds. You want my sperm, baby? You gonna swallow it all down like a good boy?” His sons throaty affirmation sent the hunk over the edge. “Yeah, suck it. Here it comes baby. Just for you. All for you.” The sudden blasts of thick liquid filled his mouth as he swallowed over and over. The slime shot down his tongue towards the back of his hungry throat. Swallow after swallow allowed the boy to get every drop of daddy cum. John pulled the boys face to meet his own. Roughly he thrust his tongue into the young mouth tasting his remnants of seed. The lad clung to him as they kissed like passionate lovers. Tongue over tongue they enjoyed the man cum. As they parted they embraced fiercely. John opened his eyes looking towards the forest as he watched a man and boy in shorts and hikers slowly approach. He nudged his son who followed his father’s gaze to see the shirtless guys coming near. “Hey, how are you?” The man smiled broadly. “This is private property”, John said sternly. The bearded man nodded. “I sure as shit hope so for your sake.” He stepped close enough to offer his open hand. John stood puffing his presence. “Just what the fuck does that mean?” The man stopped. “We watched the whole show.” Josh looked from the man to the boy then up at his dad. Now what could his father say to explain their play? To be continued as: Josh and John

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