Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

Then she just took off. She never did seem close to Rick. He was a quiet little kid, read a lot, bookish, not athletic. We used to have some good times together, playing games like Snap, Monopoly and I taught him to play cribbage-I'd learned it in the Navy. It worked out all right. He was 10, and a smart enough kid to take care of himself until I got home from work. I made good money, and he had plenty of money for lunches at school, and he had his own bike. The one thing I did feel a little disturbed about was him being there when I'd have a guy over. I'd send him to the movies a lot, but it got rough on weekends. I always did drink pretty heavy, and I was afraid that I'd get too drunk to be careful.

And, it happened just that way. Five guys and myself were playing poker. Four of them were from the plant, and straight characters. Bill Swas my steadiest fuck from the gay crowd. I should have known better, because Bill had begun to get serious-talked about moving in and getting married in the homosexual sense. Rick went to a movie, then watched the game a little while and went to bed. We always had booze and beer for our poker parties, and I lost heavily that night and drank more than I should have.

When the game busted up, I was pretty loaded. I wanted Bill to leave, and I laid down on the couch in the living room. But he kept nagging me, and he undressed me and he got undressed. He was sucking my cock, but it wouldn't get very hard-too much booze. He kept on begging me, getting louder and louder, to "get ready for a good fuck," and it must have awakened Rick. Bill finally got me good and hard and he was all hard also, and he mounted me in a sixty-nine position. My interest had picked up enough so that I let him shove his cock down my throat, and we were working away on each other good. He came, and I swallowed his load, like I always did, but I was having trouble coming. I told Bill to get on his knees on the floor, that I wanted his ass-hole. I was mounting him, and had just gotten my prick in his brown hole, when I looked up, and there was Rick standing in the doorway. I didn't know how long he'd been watching-the lights were on-but his little cock was stiff and hard!

He ducked back into the bedroom. It sobered me up in a flash, and I told Bill to get his clothes on and get the hell out and never come back! He left in a tizzy, but I didn't care. I was worried about Rick, and I didn't know how in hell I'd ever explain it to him. He was a smart kid for 10-almost ll, but not smart enough to be able to take the fact that his father was a cocksucker! At least, I didn't think so. I was so goddamned upset that I forgot to even put my clothes on. I went into his room, stark naked, my cock still standing up pretty good from unfulfilled sex, and Rick was lying on his bed, without the covers over him. He was naked also, and his hard on was still there! He surprised the hell out of me. "Do you like that, too, Dad?" he said. It took a minute for it to dawn on me, what he meant by "too?" Was he telling me that he was a cocksucker also? I couldn't believe it; yet, I raced back in memory to my own youth-to Arnie. But Rick! He was only a boy-little more than a baby! Then I remembered my first sucking-off-at age nine!

"It ain't so bad, Dad," he said, "I've watched you before, but not with the lights on. I knew what you were doing. I've done it."

I guess I must have gasped. I know I felt weak and sat down on the bed, staring at him. I couldn't take my eyes off that fine, sturdy little cock. I've always preferred uncircumcised pricks, and Rick had never been circumcised. And I could almost feel Rick staring at my prick! We both must have realized at the same time that we wanted to suck each other's cock, because the movement was almost automatic-like trying to walk underwater-slow, steady, dreamy. When my lips closed over the wet, pink head of Rick's prick, and I felt the spasmodic jerking of his ass as I put my hands around it, I was in heaven. I knew I was a rotten sonofabitch, but I still felt wonderful. I never wanted to take my mouth off his cock, and I guess I wouldn't have, except he had "come"-without any juice, a couple of times. He pulled my mouth off his cock and pushed me over on my back. He never said a word. He began to stroke my prick, tickling the head with his tongue, running his tongue up and down the underside of it, over my balls until I hollered out in ecstasy: "Oh, Rick, suck it-suck it-please!"

If it was heaven to have his prick in my mouth, and feel the hot joy I brought to his body, it was even better when he took my cock in his mouth. He sucked, he toyed with his tongue, he massaged my balls gently. Every good thing I'd ever had from any other male-Rick gave me better. When I'd shot into his beautiful mouth, and he had swallowed it, he began kissing the head of my wet cock, saying over and over: "I love it, I love it!"

I sucked him off again, and afterwards, while I was masturbating him, I asked him if he'd ever had it in his ass-hole, or had ever put his in someone else's. He said he had put his in the ass-hole of a boy at school, but had never had it in his ass. I turned him over and spread his cheeks. I licked his ass-hole and shoved my tongue up inside. I knew by his jerking and moaning that he liked it, but I wondered if it would be too small, and would hurt him. I rolled him over on his back again, and, while I sucked and caressed his cock with my mouth, I ran my finger up inside his ass-hole, gradually going deeper, moving it around, feeling to see how much of my cock he would be able to take. He was wild with passion, and came twice while I was doing it. I got some vaseline, which I always kept handy for cornholing, and massaged his ass-hole with it, using my finger. I rubbed my own cock with it, leaving thick layers of it on the joy stick. I had him get up on his knees, so I could reach around and play with his cock, and went "to paradise."

He was tight, and it hurt a little, but I was gentle. I worked slowly, pushing a bit more of my cock in at a time, until I had about three-quarters of it in. He was so wonderfully tight and sleek, from the vaseline coating, that I could only stroke a dozen times before I came. I'd often heard guys in the Navy raving about how it was to have a young virgin, but this was like entering heaven itself. I just wanted to kiss his dear body all over-and most of all, I wanted him to know this bliss. I sucked him hard again, then greased his prick good. I got on my knees and it was too high for him, so I laid across the edge of the bed and he stood up and began putting it in. Only a homosexual could tell you the wonderful pleasure that sweeps over your body when a lover fucks you, and lets you know by every muscle in his body, that it is heaven for him too. The very motion, slight as it was, as Rick came in my ass, made me have a fine orgasm, right there on the bed!

I was glad I'd been associating with homosexuals at this bar, now, for I saw the truth that they preached. "Be yourself. You're a homosexual, face it, enjoy it, be it!" And now I had a dear, sweet lover that would learn that philosophy, and we could face life with each other, without fear or guilt. Rick and I never pretended after that. We knew we loved each other, and we knew we were homosexuals. Oddly enough, our biggest problem was jealousy-on my part, mostly. When he went into high school, he began fooling with one certain boyfriend, and I knew it. I made a damn fool move and went to talk to the boy. I threatened to tell his parents or the school authorities, unless he knocked it off-I was that jealous! He just laughed at me, and asked me what I thought would happen to Rick if I did that. I even offered him money if he'd not have anything more to do with Rick, but that didn't work.

The night that Rick brought him home to stay overnight, I knew the other boy was a homosexual like we were; that he wasn't just getting his kicks with Rick. I lay in bed, miserable with wonder and jealousy. I didn't know that Rick was trying to convince the boy that I was a "nice guy" and a good dad, and that I would understand. After about three hours, I was still awake, listening to the sounds coming from Rick's bedroom, when the boy appeared in the doorway. In the dimness, I could see that he had a beautiful hard on, and also that he had a shape like a girl-soft, curvy ass, slim hips, nice legs. I knew what he wanted. I just opened my arms and he came to me. He began kissing my mouth, shoving his tongue in and out, while he stroked my cock. He moved down, kissing my nipples, my stomach, all the while jerking me off in a smooth, pleasing manner. By the time he plunged my prick into his soft, warm mouth, I didn't even care that I was aware that Rick was standing in the doorway, watching.