Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

The guy that owned the store was about 40, I guess, and he was a widower. One night, after the store was closed, we were stocking some canned goods that came in late. Mr. J called me in the back room. When I went in, he asked me if I had a girl. I told him no. He asked me then if I knew what it felt like to be fucked, and I told him I'd never screwed a girl. He told me he'd been going nuts since his wife died three years ago, and said he wondered if I knew any girl who would fuck him, if he paid her. I knew by then he was full of shit. He wanted his cock sucked. I could see it in his eyes, and besides, his hard on was showing through his pants. I wondered what it looked like. I wondered how it would taste in my mouth. I guess I surprised him a little when I came right out with it. "I'll suck you off and let you corn-hole me, if you want to pay me."

He surprised me when he jumped up and grabbed me and began to kiss me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, feeling my cock, which was also hard by then. He unzipped my pants and got down on his knees in a flash. When he got my cock out and started sucking it, he began to make the same kind of noises Arnie always did when he was real hot and enjoying it. After I came twice, he had me suck him off good, then he put it in my ass-hole and came twice that way. Man, he was an animal. He never could get enough, either way.

Later on, he found out I was fucking and sucking Arnie, and he got Arnie to do it for him. A couple of times, at his house, we even tried a three-way deal; there were lots of combinations. For instance, I would suck Arnie while he was sucking Mr. J and Mr. J would be sucking me. Or, I'd sixty-nine with Mr. J while Arnie would fuck me or him in the ass.

I kept working for Mr. J until I graduated from school. Then I went to work in a steel mill as a weighmaster. I was only there a few months when the draft came up, and I enlisted in the Navy, so I wouldn't have to go into the Army. I'd always thought the Navy would be a good life. I had a ball for the first year. I hooked up with three other guys who were as gay as I was. I was put aboard a carrier, and one of the guys I'd been in training with, went with me. A carrier is like a small city, and we gradually found quite a few guys that, if they weren't completely gay themselves, at least liked their cock sucked and liked some ass-fucking once in awhile.

Eventually, we got caught. They court-martialed me, then sent me for psychiatric checkup. After a couple of months, the doctors recommended that I be given my discharge. Privately, the head psychiatrist told me that I ought to make an effort to try a woman. I'd never even felt a girl's breast, believe it or not.

I went back to work in the steel mill. I told everybody I had gotten a medical discharge, and it worked out fine. In fact, I was a sort of a hero, back from the big war. And I did take the doc's advice. I met Carol. She was a clerk in the plant. She was clever, devil-may-care-different from most of the moaners and groaners, or the cock-hungry women during the war. Nothing bothered her, and we had a couple of dates, dancing, movies, nightclubs. On the third date, we went to her apartment and she got half crocked before she finally got it off her chest.

"What in hell's the matter with me?" she blurted out. "You've never even kissed me or copped a feel. Or are you some kind of a fruit?"

It hit me like a bullet. Fruit! Queer! Homo! I began to shake and then started to bawl, just like a baby! She saw that she'd hurt me terribly and she began to apologize. She came over and sat beside me and began kissing me and holding me, saying she didn't mean what she'd said. She began to rub my cock, through my pants, and I got a hard on, in spite of the fact that I didn't feel anything for her. I was feeling sorry for myself, more than anything. Then she unzipped my pants and began to rub my naked prick. She took it out, and before I knew what she intended, she went down on me! I'd been so damned long without any that I went wild. I laid her down on the couch and knelt over her face, and I fucked her in the mouth. There's a difference, you know, in fucking somebody in the mouth and in having them suck you off. When I shot in her mouth, she gagged a little, but she swallowed it. I eased off on my side, and she sucked me easier, until I came again. She had worked her clothes off, and wanted me to stick it into her cunt, but I was soft. I tried, but I just couldn't stay hard, no matter how much she jerked me off or sucked me. So I told her it was because I'd had too much to drink.

We went out pretty steady after that, and then a funny thing happened-one of the things that make me think that fate really handles things. Carol got a real short haircut-a boyish bob. She had mannish features anyhow, and it made her look like a handsome boy!

The very night she got her hair cut that way, I got a hard on as soon as we got to her place. I let her suck me a little, then I told her I wanted to try it from the back. She agreed-by that time she was so hot for me that she'd have stood on her head. I guess, in the back of my mind, I wanted to shove it up her ass-hole, but I did get my cock into her pussy and began fucking her. But she was moist and eager, and I was not used to this lower position, and it kept slipping out. Meantime, I could see her ass-hole, and just anticipating shoving my cock in it kept me hard, I guess. Anyhow, it slipped out again, and I didn't care anymore. I had to get my cock into that lovely brown hole. I worked it in a little, watching the back of her neck. She reminded me of one of the guys I'd fucked a lot in the Navy, with that haircut. Carol didn't say anything until I rammed it up her hole as far as it would go. All she said was, "Oh, Doug, put your finger in my cunt and help me while you're doing it that way." I kept on shoving, and she had a wonderful ass-hole-tight, smooth, and she kept contracting her muscles so that it was as good an ass-fuck as I'd ever had. It was so good, in fact, that as quickly as I had come in her ass, I pulled it out and worked it into her cunt, and for the first time in my life, I came in a woman's pussy!

We went on like that for several weeks. I told her that it must be either a hang-up I had from the service, or else she wasn't shaped just right for me to enjoy it from the front. She accepted it, and we had sex every way except cunnilingus. She wanted me to suck and lick her cunt, but I kept putting her off.

Then we got married. Frankly, we had to. She'd gotten pregnant. I don't think I loved her, although she did give me perfect sexual satisfaction and we did enjoy doing things together. As more guys left the plant for the service, I kept moving up. By the time the war ended, I was a department supervisor. Rick was three years old then.

My sex life with Carol was becoming dissatisfying-except when she'd suck me off in the dark. She'd let her hair grow long again, and it wasn't the same when I fucked her in the ass. And-I began to suspect that she was getting some extra ass. She'd quit at the steel mill to have Rick, and never did go back to work. I watched one afternoon, sitting in my car, and saw the guy go into the house. He stayed two hours, and in that time, I guess I went right back to being a complete homo. I'd been kidding myself by telling myself that "a mouth is a mouth, and an ass-hole is an ass-hole, where a stiff cock is concerned."

I began to look for a homo hangout. I discovered one quickly enough, and from that night on, I visited the place for at least four nights a week. I bought it, or I just shacked up, with anything and everything in pants! I think I was making up for all those years with Carol. I had no feeling at all for her anymore-not even when she tried to suck my cock, and begged me to put it in her ass. And she was running pretty loose, too. When she started staying away weekends, I started taking guys home.