Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2023 19:20:39 +0000 From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" Subject: You are now entering Kansas You are now entering Kansas This story features incestuous sex between a father and his son. All acts are consensual and both protagonists are above the age of consent. Nifty depends on our generosity to survive. If you enjoy reading these stories, please donate to allow that to continue: https://donate.nifty.org/ *** I listen at the door for his breathing, deep, regular ... manly. He's asleep, I am confident – confident enough to quietly open it and slip into Dad's room. I can make out his black spiky hair against the white pillows – I think he's on this front sprawled across the bed ... Dad's between boyfriends at the moment, has been for almost 2 years, in fact. Mum and Dad were young when I was conceived: Mum was 15 and madly in love with Dad – who was lethally cute then according to her – Dad was 16 and desperate to prove that he wasn't gay – to himself mostly, because no one else knew probably. Ironically, while there are thousands of married couples frantically but unsuccessfully trying for kids, one brief clumsy fumble between teenagers resulted in the conception of me, the gorgeous Kansas C. Williams. ... Yes, Kansas ... What is wrong with the name Kansas? Dad is fast asleep, as I had expected. The duvet has slipped down far enough to show his back, far enough even to allow me to glimpse the cleavage in his bare butt. Dad is still beautiful: athletic, broad chest and slender waist, tanned ... he's only just turned 33 of course. Their hasty marriage imploded spectacularly when Dad came out of the closet when I was about 2 or so. Since then, I have lived with Mum, her new husband, and my half-sisters, and I spend 2 long weekends a month – and 2 weeks during the summer holidays – staying with Dad and [insert temporary boyfriend's name here, when applicable]. It is unorthodox, but it isn't a bad arrangement. They both love me deeply, and fortunately remain on friendly terms with each other, so I haven't suffered from my parents' divorce like some kids do. I drop my briefs and slip under the duvet with Dad – he groans happily but doesn't wake when I rest my hand on the small of his back. His skin is hot and smooth ... it feels so good to touch a man ... touch a man intimately, I mean, rather than just shake someone's hand or something. Dad has been looking differently at me recently, I noticed. This last year, when my voice had dropped and my workouts started to have a positive effect on my arms and shoulders, when I stopped being a boy and began to become a man, Dad has been flirting with me, I am sure. He'd sit on the armrest of the sofa next to me, with his thigh just rubbing against my arm. He'd bend over in front of me, so that his butt would strain his tennis shorts. He'd wipe his hands on his trousers, pulling the fabric taut over his package, giving me an indication of what he has on offer. "Do you want this inside you, boy?" he seemed to ask with his body language, while he asked what I wanted for dinner with his voice. My hand has descended to his backside, firm and pert, two perfect globes of solid muscle. I am touching a man's ass! And he likes it, going by the happy sounds coming from the pillow. Perhaps it was me who changed, really ... Perhaps Dad didn't behave differently, but as I developed sexually, I started to notice him, started to see him as the handsome devil that he still is, started to interpret his every movement as a flirtation. It doesn't matter ... Whether it is Dad coming onto me, or me falling in love with him ... He's gay, I am gay, he's beautiful, I am gorgeous, the age-difference is big but not freakishly large. Surely it is meant to be between us. I want to feel his cock! I slide my hand underneath him, between his flat abs and the mattress, until I can wrap my fingers around his shaft ... soft – just for now, I am sure – but already huge. "Fuck ... oh yeah, baby ..." Dad mumbles, and he rolls over onto his back, giving me a perfect view of his monster. I myself am not small in the meat-packing department – in fact, there isn't much between us in length, I think – but it is his girth that shocks me. In my hand, his manhood throbs and pulses as the blood floods in. I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, get a taste of manliness, musk or something, sweat definitely. My belly cramps with desire and lust. Fuck, he's so big ... It is magnificent, standing rigid and hard ... I force my nose into his pubes, the angle between his cock and his thigh, to sniff him deeply, like a dog trying to memorize the odor of its mate. I lick his balls, Dad's balls ... 17 years ago, those balls produced me. Soon they will fill my gut to the brim, I hope, fill me with enough cum for it to gush out when Dad's monster cock pulls away from my ass. Dad groans again, mumbles something that I cannot follow, spreads his legs to give me better access. Is he awake, pretending to sleep to let me play with him without inhibition? He is certainly enjoying this, because his organ could not be bigger and harder than it is now. I slobber and lick, probe his piss-slit with my tongue ... I wish I could take him into my mouth, deepthroat perhaps even, but his cock is too big to fit between my jaws. Instead, I swing a leg across him, straddling him as I lie on his belly. His tool pushes against my abdomen, it lies against mine, which is thinner but no less rigid. I flex my hips savoring the feeling of my cock sliding along my father's. Dad is gorgeous, movie star quality gorgeous. His face is still youthful and wrinkle-free, his hair is full and dark – we could be brothers, really. We could be lovers ... We can be lovers ... I manhandle his big pole until it points between my cheeks. It feels so good as it pokes at my ass. Will I be able to take that? It is so big and threatening; it is so magnificent and tempting. I imagine my ring stretched taut around it. I imagine Dad thrusting into me, not letting up until I have taken every inch of his monster. I imagine how he tenderly fucks me for hours once my ass has adapted to his huge cock. He holds me and kisses me, while all the time his hips are probing rhythmically to keep it stirring inside me. I lean forward and brush my lips against his. The gentlest of pecks ... Another one, slightly longer. I am kissing my father! Properly, not like a son, but like a lover. He smiles a little, starting to wake up, I think. "Argh," he moans quietly before mumbling, "I missed you, baby ..." His hands find my waist, gripping me firmly as his pelvis flexes sharply, as if to thrust into me. His behemoth slips up my crack and run along my back. His eyes open to form narrow slits. I can recognize the moment when his brain engages: his eyes opening wide in shock. "Oh Jesus! ... Kansas! What?!" He tries to get up, but I am lying on his trunk, my hands on his shoulders, my lips inches away from his. "You can't! Kansas, get off me ... We can't ...!" "I love you, Dad. I am gay too, and I love you." "No, no ... No, that isn't right ..." Dad has stopped struggling though. He isn't trying to get away anymore, and his fat cock is still hard, firmly pushing down on my cleavage. "I am your father, Kansas. We can't do this." "Why not? It isn't as if we might produce some inbred children together ... Why can't we just be two gay men who lust after each other? I want you to fuck me, Dad!" "Oh, Jesus Christ!" But his hands have slid from my waist to my ass, I notice. His fingers are cupping my butt. "Don't you think I am attractive, Dad?" He swallows heavily, looking scared at his own feelings. "I think you are gorgeous, Son. I think you have the most deliciously pert backside I have felt in years ... But I am your father ..." "And don't you want to fuck me?" I ignore his last comment, pressing home my advantage. "Don't you want to ram your huge cock into my tight bubble-butt?" His fingers probe my ring, testing its tension, perhaps. He'll find it virginal, I can assure him. "Yes ..." He sounds hoarse as he gives in. "Say it out loud ... I want to hear you say it." "Yes, Kansas, I want to fuck you!" He sighs unhappily at the confession he is about to make. "This past year, I watched you turn into a man, a beautiful young man with an ass that just screams to be fucked. In the last few months, I have recognized you for a gorgeous twink." He sighs in resignation at his own feelings. "I imagined how you'd scream with pain and lust as your hole was stretched taut around my cock. When you were lying on my sofa, all long bare limbs and smooth skin, I'd have to nip to the bathroom to whack one out, knowing that I would be hard all evening if I didn't. I want to fuck you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life." I reward him with another kiss – with tongues this time. It seems to break his resolve, because he swears at me for tempting him, before engaging in a long passionate snog. "You are the most beautiful man I know," I run my fingers through his hair and look into his dark eyes from just inches away. "Let's forget that you're my father. When we are outside, we are father and son, but here, when I am staying with you and it is just the two of us, we can be boyfriends ... we can be lovers." "Christ!" Some of the fear has returned, but it is tempered by his desire now. "Are you sure? Do you want to be my lover, Kansas?" "Yes! I want to sleep with you, lie against you when I wake up. I want to have sex with you, feel your lips around my dick, feel you drive your cock into my belly ... Especially that, I need to feel you fuck me so much ..." "Are you a virgin? Have you been fucked before?" I shake my head, suddenly scared that it is moving forward. Dad puts two of his fingers on my lips. "You better get these wet, then. I'll stretch you a bit with my fingers before I fuck you. Try to get you ready to take me ..." I open up and start to suck my father's fingers. "... and even then, it will hurt, Kansas ..." He turns me onto my knees, pushes my legs apart until my ass is up in the air and exposed to attack. "... The first times it will hurt a lot ..." Dad slowly pushes his fingers into me. Just those two are stretching my ring uncomfortably ... and his cock is much wider than this! "Once I enter you, I won't be able to back off, Kansas. If you allow me to fuck you, you will have to see it out until I am in all the way ... I must keep going until I have shot a load." His fingers hit my prostate and send a wave of lust that threatens to drown me. He knows that he is doing it, I am sure, because they are rubbing and poking and filling my belly with unbearable happiness. "... Are you sure you want that, Kansas? Are you sure that you can accommodate my monster, all of it? Tell me that you want me to fuck you, and that you know that you will have to take every inch of me." His fingers slip from my ass, leaving me feeling empty, leaving me quivering with pent-up desire. "Yes ... Yes, Dad, I want you to ram that massive cock into me up to your balls." The head feels the size of a basketball as it presses itself against my ring. "I love you, Kansas ... try to relax." I scream when Dad drives his monster cock deep into my gut ... arousal and agony constricting my lungs until I feel I might suffocate. I beg him to be gentle, slow down, give me time to adapt, but after five or six violent thrusts, I can feel Dad's hips ram against my ass cheeks. Every inch, just as he had said he would do. "Fuck, that is good," he growls. "You're so hot and so tight, Son." He starts to fuck me, short sharp motions of his monster cock inside my belly. "I'll build it up slow, Kansas. I'll take my time to let you adjust to the stretch before I start long-dicking you. We're not in a hurry, because I can keep this up for hours." He slaps my ass. "We'll make the perfect fuck toy out of you, don't you worry. I love you, Son." I am now my father's lover ... and his toy. THE END