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Subject: Incestsemilla — part 10 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person’s living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. IT’S FICTION! The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. And don’t forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real or encouraged or condoned in real life. It’s just a story kids. Incestsemilla � part 10 The morning sun broke through the gap of Mark’s bedroom curtains, waking him up. He was still spooned against his naked, 11 year old son, his morning wood nestled between Jordan’s peach-smooth butt cheeks. He groggily glanced over at the bedside clock. It was 8:30. He slowly humped his erection against his boy’s ass and immediately felt the hard surface of the butt plug he had pushed into the boy’s virgin hole the night before. Jordan let out a soft sleepy moan as the humping gently pushed the plug against the boy’s full bladder. Jordan smiled groggily, “Good morning, daddy.” “Good morning, did you sleep well?” Mark asked as he kept slowly humping against his son’s pert ass. Jordan turned his head to look at his dad, “Mmmm… yeah. I had a dream you fucked me.” “Really? Jordan grinned blissfully, “Yeah…” “You really want me to fuck you?” Mark smiled as kissed his son on the lips. Jordan cooed, “Yeah, I really do daddy,” as he wiggled his butt against his dad’s humping. Mark’s mind drifted as he thought of whether or not he should be the first to fuck his son. He knew Coach wanted Justin’s cherry. But this was before he found out that Coach had claimed his oldest son, Justin’s cherry. Mark had the rare opportunity to gift his youngest son with his first cock. He was, after all, his living breathing offspring. And it should be the duty of a father to bring his son into adulthood. He should be the one to take his son’s virginity… a right-of-passage for both of them. “Dad?” “Yeah?” Jordan whimpered, “I really need to pee,” as he started squirming in Mark’s arms. “I do too,” Mark replied as he released his son and jumped out of bed. Jordan followed as the two headed into the master bathroom, their morning erections leading the way. Father and son stood next to each other as they both tried to aim their erections at the toilet. Jordan groaned, “Dad, I’m too hard to pee,” as he fumbled with his steely boy cock. “Yeah, me too.” Jordan whimpered, “What do we do?” as his bladder started to hurt. Mark grinned, “I have an idea,” “What?” Jordan replied with a confused look. “Hop in the shower,” Mark said as he ushered his bemused son into the large glass shower. Mark turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then he embraced his son, moving them under the spray of the hot water. Mark ran his hands down and cupped the boy’s butt cheeks. “Go ahead and pee,” Mark smiled as he gave a gentle push against the butt plug, stimulating Jordan’s bladder. “But I’ll pee on you?” Jordan replied still baffled with what they were doing. “No worries, we’re in the shower. It’ll just wash away,” Mark smiled as he gave another push against the plug. A shudder rippled through Jordan’s body. Then Mark felt his son’s body relax, followed by a grunt as the boy released a yellow stream between their bodies. “Dad, I’m peeing on you!” Jordan gasped. “So? We’re in the shower,” Mark smiled as he relaxed and let his bladder release. “Gross, dad! You’re peeing on me!” Jordan giggled but didn’t pull away as he felt the warm stream of his dad’s pee start to flow between them. Mark leaned into Jordan’s face under the spray of the shower, “We’re peeing on each other,” Mark whispered before kissing him. Mark could feel both of their streams fading, but their dicks were still rock hard. Then Mark felt Jordan’s smooth ass clench and relax in his hands as the boy started to hump against him. Jordan pulled back and cooed “It’s dirty… ” “I’ve noticed you like it dirty,” Mark grinned as he pushed against Jordan’s butt plug with his fingers. The boy moaned as the large sex toy stimulated his boy hole. “Yessss…” his son hissed before resuming their kissing. The two made out under the spray of the shower, groping and grinding against each other as Mark pushed and pulled the butt plug buried inside his son’s hole, teasing it. Mark stepped back and laid down on the tiled floor of the large shower stall, then reached up and pulled Jordan down on top of him in a 69 position. The horny dad briefly admired his son’s boyish erection as it throbbed above his face. He was sure his son was doing the same. Then Mark engulfed Jordan’s cock with his mouth. “Oh daddeee…” He heard his young son gasp as he expertly worked the boy’s 11 year old cock with his mouth. From Mark’s angle, he had a clear view of the butt plug lodged inside Jordan boy hole. He could see it shift every time Jordan clamped down on it with his sphincter muscles. Then he felt Jordan’s mouth envelope istanbul travesti his head, quickly followed by a few inches of his shaft. Then Father and son started to eagerly work their mouths up and down on each other’s cocks. Mark felt a sense of pride as he felt his son’s throat relax, allowing his entire daddy cock to fully enter his son’s throat until he felt Jordan’s nose bury itself in his balls. The boy didn’t even gag! Their bodies squirmed on the wet tiled floor as the two started face fucking each other in earnest. Mark hugged his son’s wet body to his as he felt his balls about to erupt. Suddenly, Jordan’s cock spasmed in his mouth as the boy was hit with a dry orgasm. This pushed Mark over the edge as his cock erupted, sending gobs of morning cum down his son’s throat. He could hear Jordan gag and cough, but the boy didn’t pull off as he swallowed all of his father’s seed. Their bodies grew still as the two recovered from their mutual orgasms. Mark lifted his son off him as the two wobbly stood under the spray of the shower. Mark cooed, “I love you son.” as he hugged Jordan. The boy returned the hug. “I love you too, dad.” The rest of the shower played out like normal as Mark and Jordan washed each other off. Mark was first out, grabbing a towel and drying his son off. Jordan returned the favor and toweled off his dad’s muscular body. The two didn’t bother to dress and walked naked to the kitchen. Justin was sitting naked at the table eating a bowl of cereal. He still looked disheveled with a freshly packed bong next to him. There was no sign of the repair man. Justin looked up and smirked, “looks like you two had fun.” Jordan snickered, “What about you? You got fucked seven ways `til sunrise.” “Jordan!” Mark glared. “What? He did; didn’t he?” Jordan responded with a confused look at his dad. “Language.” Both boys rolled their eyes. Justin chuckled, “Really dad? We’ve been having wild sex and you’re worried about language?” “Touch�.” Mark smirked as he went to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup. “What does touch� mean?” Jordan asked as he sat at the kitchen table. “It means…” Justin cut off his dad’s reply, “I know!” “Okay, smartypants.” Mark smirked as prepared a bowl of cereal for Jordan. “It’s used as an acknowledgment during a discussion of a good or clever point made at one’s expense by another person.” “Huh, toooshay,” Jordan repeated. Justin grinned at his brother, “See, you learned something new today.’ Jordan smiled at his brother as he fidgeted in his seat. “You got ants in your pants?” Justin chuckled. “No, because I’m not wearing any.” Jordan replied sticking his tongue out at his older brother. “Is it the butt plug?” Justin smirked. A weird expression washed over Jordan’s face before gasping with a smirk, “Yeah.” “Here, do a wake and bake.” as Justin pushed the loaded bong towards his younger brother. Jordan smiled as he grabbed the bong and expertly fired up the bowl and inhaled a huge hit. He pushed it back to Justin as he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke. Justin said flatly, “Dad, you’re not going to let coach pop him first are you?” right before taking a huge hit off the bong, killing the bowl. Jordan looked at his dad with a stoned look, “What does he mean?” Mark sat down at the kitchen table, placing the bowl of cereal in front of his youngest son. Mark fumbled for a response not wanting to tell his son the truth., “Well…” “Dad is going to let Coach fuck you first.” Justin blurted out. Mark glared at Justin. “What? I thought you’d be my first?” Jordan replied with a disappointed look. “I… he made me promise he’d be the first.” Jordan looked shocked, “But… I want you to be my first.” “I… ugh…” Mark was at a loss for words. He felt bad knowing the deal he had made with the Coach. Justin blurted out again, “I’ll ask Coach if he’ll change his mind.” as he grabbed his phone and hit the contact for Coach in Face time mode. Mark stammered, “Uh… you sure you want to do that? It’s… kinda early in the morning.” Justin ignored him as he let the phone dial. Mark’s heart started racing listening to the phone ring. Did he want to stop Justin? Mark wondered what Coach’s reaction would be to this. An image of Coach’s sweaty face popped up on the screen. “Hey boy.” Coach’s manly voice boomed. “Hey Coach, we have a question for you?” “What is it boy?” Coach responded with annoyance in his voice. Justin paused at the man’s intimidating tone. “Dad… wants to fuck Jordan first. Is that okay with you?” There was a long, uncomfortable pause before Coach spoke. Mark could see Coach’s eyes narrow as he took in this question. “I’ll allow it. On a few conditions.” Justin hesitated, “Okay, what are they?” “I get to watch, and it takes place at my house.” The three looked at each other. Jordan looked apprehensive but nodded silently in agreement. “Do you agree to this Mark?” Coach’s voice was pointed. “Yes.” Mark croaked out. “Jordan?” Coach’s voice boomed, “I know you’re listening.” Justin turned the phone so Coach could see the boy. “Yes.” Jordan squeaked out. “Good. From now until you show up at my place, don’t touch yourselves or each other. I want you saving yourselves for me. Have your boys over at noon. We’ll be ready.” Suddenly Cedar’s voice interjected in the background, kadıköy travesti “Hi Mark, can’t wait for you to fuck me again!” Coach looked down, Mark noticed the straps of the sex swing come into view on either side of his head, “Hey, don’t interrupt boy,” then a boyish moan was heard as the straps jerked. He was still at Coach’s house? “Be here at noon.” Coach grunted as the image shook, followed by another boyish moan from Cedar before the call ended abruptly. “Was he… fucking that boy?” Jordan asked as he started shifting on the butt plug while toying with his hardening boy cock. Mark chuckled, “Knowing Cedar, yes.” thinking of the insatiable lust that boy had. Jordan looked at his older brother and smiled, “Thanks Justin.” “No problem, little brother. I wish dad was my first.” “Who was your first?” Jordan asked as he ate his cereal. “Coach was…” Justin replied with a far off smirk as he remembered the moment. Mark and Jordan looked at each other. The boy smiled, “I’m glad you’ll be my first, daddy.” “I’m glad too, son.” Mark replied returning the smile. Jordan, feeling the effects of the earlier hit, got out of his chair and stood next to Mark, rubbing his boy cock against his dad’s side. Justin interjected, “No touching until we get to Coach’s place.” as his leaking cock drooled on the kitchen chair. Jordan looked at Justin, then back at his dad with wanting eyes. “But I want you now!” “Your brother is right, we need to wait.” Mark gasped as sweat trickled down his brow. “Okay,” Jordan replied with disappointment as he backed away from his dad. The next few hours were torture for Mark and his boys. They obeyed Coach’s orders, and didn’t touch themselves or each other. Mark called his sons into his bedroom as the time to leave approached. “Here, I want you to put these on.” Mark handed a pair of white Speedos to each of them. Justin looked confused, “It doesn’t have a lining,” as he inspected the skimpy garment. Mark smirked, “You won’t need it.” as he watched his sons slip the suits on, “plus, knowing Coach, we won’t have them on for very long.” Jordan gasped, “It’s tight,” as he stuffed his hard cock into the front of his stretchy suit and rearranged it. Mark also slipped into a pair of white Speedos, stuffing his hard member sideways to fit better. Mark smiled as the small, white swim suits hugged his sons hard young cocks. Mark smiled, “I think we’re ready,” as the three of them took in each others bulges. Justin looked at his dad and younger brother smirked, “I’m ready.” The three of them walked out of the house to Mark’s truck. Being in Florida, Mark knew being seen in just a swim suit wouldn’t draw attention from nosy neighbors. Mark got into the truck, Jordan took the front seat as Justin got in the extended cab. It looked innocent, a father and his son’s going to the beach. But in reality, their final destination would be the deepest depths of perversion. Mark and his sons drove in silence, their lust filled anticipation growing. The trip to Coach’s house seemed to take forever as Justin and Jordan stared out the window as they resisted touching their erections. Mark finally pulled up to the impressive privacy gate and buzzed the intercom. Jordan gasped, “Coach lives here?” “Yup, impressive isn’t it?” Justin said from the back seat as they watched the gate slowly open. Mark drove into the compound and parked next to the stairs leading up to the deck. Mark could see Coach’s imposing silhouette standing on the deck dressed in a skimpy red Speedo. Mark finished parking and turned off the engine. He looked at his sons, “Okay, guys. Ready?” Jordan gasped in awe, “Is that him?” Justin replied breathlessly, “Yeah… it is,” as he stared at Coach’s perfectly toned body. Jordan whispered under his breath in awe, “Oh…” Mark was not surprised with Jordan’s reaction. He knew his son would find the Coach attractive, especially in person. Mark got out of the truck and glanced up at the Coach. His hard cock throbbed inside his tight Speedo as he thought about what was about to happen. He glanced back at his two sons, who were still sitting in the truck, staring at the Coach. Mark leaned into the window of the truck and chuckled, “Hey, you guys gonna sit in the truck all day?” breaking the boys out of their moment. Jordan stammered, “Uh… no…” as he clumsily opened the passenger door and got out. Justin got out of the back seat and followed Jordan around to the front of the truck where Mark was standing. All three looked up at the imposing figure at the top of the stairs. Mark announced, “We are here.” Coach’s voice bellowed, “Mark, Justin. Strip!” Jordan watched his dad obediently push his Speedo down, his hard daddy cock popping free. Seeing Coach dominate his dad made his cock throb inside his suit. The boys noticed a thin string of pre cum drooling from the tip. They knew their dad was really turned on. Coach barked, “Justin!” The 14 year old quickly pushed his suit off. His hard, seven inch cock shot up and slapped against his taut stomach. Mark and Jordan stood at attention completely naked and hard waiting for the next command. Coach smiled, “That’s better. Please, come up.” Mark led the way, his boys following as they climbed the stairs up to the deck. As Mark got to the top he could hear techno music coming from the house. He wondered where Cedar was, and assumed the bakırköy travesti boy was somewhere around. His cock throbbed as he thought about fucking the boy again. Coach smiled, taking in Mark’s sexy family and their impressive cocks. Coach looked at Jordan who was staring at Coach’s massive bulge restrained inside his skimpy red Speedo. The Coach smiled warmly at the 11 year old boy, “Hello, little man. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” as he extended his hand out. The boy slowly extended his hand and shook it. “You have a firm grip little one. I like boys who grip me firmly.” Coach glanced down and grinned as he eyed the boy’s erection arching across the front of his white, almost see through Speedo. With the lining cut out, Jordan’s boy cock was easily on display. Coach noticed the boy’s leaking cock had caused a large wet spot at the tip. Coach let go of Jordan’s hand and moved it against the boy’s bulge. The 11 year old gasped from the touch. Coach said in a warm and husky voice, “I also like boys with nice bulges,” as he rubbed his knuckles across Jordan’s bulge. Jordan’s mouth dropped open as he let out a soft boyish moan. Jordan’s eyes were heavy with lust, and it looked like his brain was about to explode. Coach knelt in front of Jordan and sneered, “I see you’re leaking, little man,” as he gently rubbed his knuckles over Jordan’s swollen, leaking cock head. Coach grinned, “Let’s see if the family trait continues,” as he reached up and slowly pulled Jordan’s Speedo down. The boy’s impressive 5 inch cock popped out as the Coach continued to slide the suit down Jordan’s smooth coltish legs. Jordan stepped out of the suit and stood in front of the Coach completely naked and hard. Coach took in the sight of Mark’s youngest son. The 11 year old’s throbbing cock was just inches from the man’s face. Coach cooed, “I see you carry the family trait…” as he lightly stroked Jordan’s erection. Then he moved his hands up and over Jordan’s developing abs and chest. “So smooth and firm…” Coach ran his large hands around Jordan’s small waist, then around and over Jordan’s smooth butt cheeks, cupping them with both of his hands. Then Coach’s fingers brushed against the butt plug. Coach moaned, “Mmmm… I like a dirty boy.” as he pressed lightly on the plug, nudging it against Jordan’s developing prostate. A look of want washed across Jordan’s face as he spread his knees wider, pushing down. Mark and Justin watched in stunned silence as Coach’s mouth opened and enveloped the boy’s skinny 5 inch shaft. Jordan let out a soft groan as Coach’s mouth milked his sensitive boy shaft. As his sucking intensified, Coach started pressing and releasing the butt plug with his fingers, pumping it in and out. Jordan tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His mouth wide open like a fish gasping for air. Jordan’s lust took over as he automatically gripped Coach’s head and started fucking into the man’s mouth. Coach reciprocated by twisting and pushing the plug into the boy. Jordan repeatedly squeaked, “Oh… Oh… Oh…” as he felt the crown of the butt plug pop in and out of the ring of his boy pussy. Mark and Justin unconsciously started stroking their cocks as they watched Coach molest Jordan right in front of them out in broad daylight. The wet slurping and sucking sounds were hot beyond compare. Jordan started grunting, clinging to Coach’s shoulders as he kept fucking into the man’s mouth. Jordan grunted, “Oh Coach… oh god… Coach… UUUGH!!” Then his body tensed up as he thrust his hips against Coach’s sucking mouth. The boy shuddered as a dry orgasm rippled through his sexy boyish body. The Coach pulled off Jordan’s throbbing erection and stood up with a wild look in his eyes. Coach mumbled, “What do you think of this?” as he pushed his Speedo down. Jordan’s eyes grew wide as Coach’s 10 inch monster popped out. It looked wet from a fresh fucking. Mark assumed it was probably Cedar’s ass juices. Coach stroked it a few times as a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. Mark and his boys stared at it, as if hypnotized. Jordan dropped to his knees and looked up at the imposing man with lust in his eyes. Coach cupped the boys head and slowly brushed the tip of his monster cock against Jordan’s lips, coating the boy’s lips with his pre-cum. Without saying a word, Jordan opened his mouth as wide as he could. Mark’s daddy cock throbbed as he watched his 11 year old son enveloped Coach’s bulbous cock head with his mouth. Then the boy started sucking on it like a Popsicle. Mark heard Coach let out a soft moan as more of his shaft disappeared into Jordan’s wide open mouth. The boy kept working more and more of the huge cock into his mouth before Coach let out a grunt and stepped back, causing his cock to pop free from the boy’s mouth. Jordan looked up at Coach with a confused look. The Coach regained his composure and smiled down at the boy, “We shouldn’t… rush things,” then looked at Mark, “…should we?” The look Coach gave him sent a shiver up Mark’s spine, causing his daddy cock to throb once more. “Please, follow me.” Coach led them over to a stretched out wrestling mat in the middle of the deck. Mark thought it was weird, especially since the mat was probably pretty warm under the humid Florida sun. What did Coach have planned for us? To be box * Please Donate to Support Nifty! 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