Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 15:33:22 -0500
From: Justin <justin@soulstrong.net>
Subject: Knew - Part Two - Gay Male: Incest

"Knew" (Part Two) by Justin F. - E-mail me if you like this story @
justin@soulstrong.net. Originally created August 29th, 2005 and
finished August 30th, 2005.

*DISCLAIMER* These stories are completely fictional and features sexual
intercourse between members of the male gender, this story contains
incest - You are precautioned. If you are not of age, if reading these
stories is illegal where you are, if you find these stories offensive
or negative, please do not read them.


---Knew...Part Two


The Father and Son walked side by side into the elevator, and waited as
the elevator hummed and moved upwards at the touch of a button. The
elevator music sang in the background to both men, who were thinking of
other things beside the photoshoot. Anton, recently turned 18, had
found himself feeling attraction towards his only father, the only
father he's ever known and always loved. Mark, found himself attracted
to his son and wanted to somehow manage for the two to embrace, and
soon before the week ended; the earlier the better. Soon the doors
opened and Anton's eyes opened as he saw a bright blue room with a
receptionist desk directly in front of the elevator only feet away.
Mark walked forward, taking Anton's hand, and walked to the
receptionist desk. "Hey Susie" he greeted the receptionist, and took a
luminated badge and stuck it onto his shirt, then took another one from
the receptionist and placed it on Anton's chest, touching his chest
just a little too long. Mark looked down to his son, who was still
taking in the room, and smiled, then turned, pulling Anton by the hand
once more towards another large room, then to a gray hallway, and then
to the last door on the right; into a large dark green room; with a
large screen in the center of the room, with various photography and
electrical equipment.

"So Anton, this is the famous studio where all the magic happens" he
announced, as he stepped freely into the room, expanding his arms to
show off his treasured studio. Anton smiled as he had heard so much
about his father's job but had never been to the actual place. His eyes
examined the room and took it all in, then without helping, to his
father, examining his broad chest and taking it all in. In that one
second, Anton could practically feel his touch against his father's
chest and could practically feel his father's lips against his; the
passion, the warmth, his father's tongue and saliva. But Anton then
shook his head as he walked around the large screen, examining the tall
cieling as if to give him something to do. Mark just watched amused, as
he had hoped Anton would act like this for his first visit. Mark smiled
as he then walked to the door and pressed on the doorknob, locking the
door. The sound of the click caught Anton's ears, just as the sound of
pouring rain could be heard from beyond the walls.

"I'll be notified when the photoshoot starts...and now since its
raining, if it ever starts. You know, I've been trying to do this shoot
for a while now, but I'm glad I get to do it now" Mark continued. "Oh,
cool Dad. I'm glad I can help; I can help, right?" Anton asked,
touching the large bed in front of the screen. "Oh of course, you'll be
here right under me before you know it" Mark stated, trying his best
not to let his emotions fuel his body. Anton looked up from the bed and
smiled; then fell back, flopping on the soft bed, with a gray stripped
comforter and big, soft, pillows. Mark just stood back, watching his
son, then turned and quickly pulled a camera on a stand over towards
them.

"Here Anton, let me...show you how to work the camera" Mark quickly
announced, looking over as Anton stood up and hesitantly walked over
towards his father. Anton wanted to take hold of the camera and feel
his father behind him...feel his father's warmth against his back; and
all around him, until they were together on the bed, reaching beyond
the father-son limitation and exploring their relationship beyond that,
until they were making love on the bed. Anton knew his feelings towards
his father were something more, they had grown to become more of a
friend, and as a friend; an adult friend, Anton knew he wanted to kiss
this friend of him...his father. But Anton played it cool, looknig
directly into his father's eyes as he stood over the camera and set his
eye down towards the lens. "Great...now, move your hand over towards
the handle on your right..." Mark instructed, as he set his hand onto
his son's, moving his hand towards the leather handle. "And move back a
little, place your left hand on the other side of the camera for
stablity" Mark continued, taking his son's left hand and placing it
onto the camera as he moved closer to Anton as Anton moved
backwards. "Now lean in just a bit more...you want the best you can
get" Mark stated, as Anton obeyed, leaning inwards, pushing his butt
out into his father's crotch. "And take the picture..." Mark concluded,
pushing his crotch into his son's ass, as his arms and hands outlined
his son's entire body.

"Oh Dad..." the camera clicked as Anton pressed the red button on the
camera..."That feels really good..." Anton announced, trying his best
to be daring...he knew his father too well, and if his father
continued, it'd be because he liked it too...if not...then Anton would
just have to try harder. Anton moved back a bit more onto his father,
feeling Mark's warm breath over the left side of his neck. Mark
breathed slower, "I know...that does feel good, son..." Mark heard from
his lips. He moved his crotch onto his son's ass, taking his hands and
placing them on his son's hips.

Mark knew what he was doing...and so did Anton.

Mark moved with his son back and forth, back and forth; as the sound of
the rain continued on in the background. Anton was smiling so widely;
this was finally happening! His father's cock was sliding against his
cheeks, and he knew it. Mark continued to move with his son slowly
before starting to get faster and faster, soon he was hitting his son's
butt harder and harder--Anton was moving his butt backwards as well. It
was a male connection...a father and son connection they shared. Mark,
with a firm grip of Anton's hips, pulled them towards the bed, before
turning as he fell back against the bed, letting his son be in charge.
Anton looked down to his father...his best friend...and sank against
him, kissing him directly on the lips. Mark's lips were everything
Anton wanted them to be...they were warm, wet, filled with love and
passion. He leaned back and then kissed them again, and then again.

"Take off your clothes" Mark instructed, letting Anton stood up against
the bed and quickly pull his shirt off, throwing it to the floor; as he
took of his shoes, shorts, and boxers. Mark did the same, and stared at
his son's glory; the tool he hadn't seen since Anton was a little boy.
Anton looked to his father's nakedness and smiled, pushing himself
against his Dad. "Daddy..." he breathed as they kissed once more,
before Mark pushed his son to the bed and began to kiss him some more.

Each kiss was like a bolt of lighting hitting outside; it was
magnificent, wonderous...extraordinary!

Mark leaned upwards and looked down to his son...Anton's eyes were so
handsome...so beautiful. "Dad...cum in me" Anton whispered, as Mark
pulled his son's legs upwards as he then pressed his cock towards his
son's hole. His cock was dripping with some much precum; so was
Anton's; like father like son. Mark pressed his hand on Anton's cock
and massged it gently, taking some of his precum and massaging his hole
with it. Anton began to gently moan with his touch...each breath. Mark
smiled as he looked to his son's hairy butt, and pushed himself into
his son's eager hole...pressing pass the hair and into his hole. He
pushed gently and slowly...then took back some, and pushed in again,
then back some, and again; harder; harder; harder--he leaned in closer
to feel his son's warmth even more; and he pushed even more as each
soft grunt came from his son's mouth.

Anton loved his father's touch; the pain had subsided and the feeling
was glorious. Mark pushed again, and again, and again; in and out, in
and out, inwards and outwards. "Ohh...Son...ohh" Mark whispered; as
Anton breathed faster and faster. "Dad...Dad...Daddy...oh...yeah...ohh"
his voice bellowed slightly louder. Mark pressed harder; harder; as
their skin became so sweaty; so humid and moist...and the rain seemed
to stop falling to them; because all that there was was them. Their
nervousness and fears had subsided, and their true love finally showed.
Both of them knew each other loved them. "Oh...yeah...that's my boy"
Mark told his son, the pride shining in his voice as he shot inside of
his son; just as Anton shot as well, onto his stomach; and Mark leaned
in and massaged his son's chest with his hands as he leaned in as much
as he could.

Minutes passed, as they laid together. until Mark finally let go of his
son. "It's time we get headed back, son" Mark told his son, as he stood
up; taking his son by the hand and standing with him. "I love you so
much, Dad" Anton told his father. "I love you too, Anton; more than you
know" Mark replied, resting his hand on his son's shoulder. "Now let's
get dressed" Mark told his son; and so they found their clothes,
cleaned up, and got ready. A buzz was heard from an intercom at the
door; it was the receptionist, stating that the photoshoot was
cancelled due to the storm. Mark looked to his son and smiled; "Well I
figured as much...at least we had our own little storm" Mark told his
son as they got finished dressing.

Mark walked to the door, holding Anton's hand. He unlocked the door and
walked out into the hallway.

Anton looked up to his father as they walked. He had shared something
truly special with his father, and now that he had; he began to wonder
what was enstored for their relationship. It'd be a new bridge to
cross...it wouldn't be comfortable to return to their old lifestyle,
and this one would be much better...but Anton still worried. "Don't
worry Anton, I love you, and that'll never change. I'll always be your
father, I'll always be here for you" Mark told his son, he only wanted
the best for him. And now that they had had sex life may not be the
same as it used to be...but it'd be much better. Anton knew that.

---The End