It couldn’t happen, but it did! Kerry Macon reached the fifteenth year with just about everything any male could desire. There was never any money in his family, but for some reason or other, every bit of the inadequate diet seemed to go to muscle, beauty of flesh and as it mattered, to his grossly hanging cock. It was a true work of art-dangling at least six inches down his left pant leg in quiescence and jutting up and outward to a full, sensational ten and a half inches when it was hard!
Kerry was fully aware of his endowments and was pleased and proud to show them off at any time or place. His parents were slatterns and drunk as often as they could raise the price for a bottle, but in their son, they saw a great deal of reward if he could only marry his gorgeous dick off to some zany, wealthy broad. They cruised the bars all over town, trying to sell their son and his beautiful ten and a half inches. Once in a while, they were lucky and bedded Kerry down with some unwholesome, terribly rich bitch, but Kerry was usually so turned off, it was a trial to even get it up.
Kerry was a handsome boy, red headed and with the complexion to go with it. He didn’t care about the sun so his flesh remained waxen and creamy–not freckled as most red heads usually appeared. His body showed the full budding of the ideal athlete—his shoulders were immensely broad—his pectorals were square slabs of meaty beef and his abdominals showed the promise of becoming washboarded. His biceps measured seventeen inches and his ass looked like it had come out of a classical mold—small and alabaster with the roundness to make even the Pope get a hard-on!
When his father had seen what fortune blessed him with, he immediately taught Kerry to jack off, using his own overly large cock as a come-on. Kerry was like any kid who was on the over-sexed side and responded vigorously to the attention. Fred Macon, his father, had noticed the unreal bulge in the old, faded Levi’s when Kerry about eight years old and said to himself, “That little stud is really gonna have a whopper when he gets a few more years on him! I wonder if he plays with it yet?”
That night, to his wife, Marion, he said, “You’ve had more of a chance to see Kerry naked—is that dork as big as I think it is?!”
Marion grinned and said, “He’s gonna whip you in about four or five more years! And nuts! They look like they belong on a bull!”
“Fuck! With that kind of a whang, he’s gonna be a real lady killer! I think it’s about time I showed him what it’s for. Do you know if he jacks it off yet?”
“I’ve never caught him at that—but it’s hard as a rock when he wakes up in the morning. He’s not embarrassed about it so I don’t think he’s had any experience at all.”
“Hmmm—he’s old enough then—I’ll wake him up tomorrow morning when it’s hard and teach him a few things.”
“Do you think that’s right, Fred? He’s only eight, you know.”
“Shit! I was jerkin’ my meat when I was six!”
“That thing is so big, it was probably getting in your way!”
Fred grinned and asked, “You don’t mind how far I go with him, do you?”
“What have you got in that alleged brain?!Gonna teach him to suck?”Marion asked icily.
“Maybe!” Fred replied. “I want him to know all about sex!” ,
He was more than a little excited that evening as he thought about turning his young son on and experienced a series of monumental hard-ons each time he thought about it. As they watched television, he went through elaborate positions to show the tremendous bulge in his pants to Kerry and Kerry noticed each and every one of the vast tentings up.
Fred received an enormous amount of satisfaction to see that Kerry was watching and the resulting hard-on was immense! Marion watched the exciting foreplay and was so hot when they went to bed, she pleaded with Fred to fuck, her, but he said “no”, he wanted to be completely fresh for his son’s initiation.
The following morning, Fred slipped into Kerry’s bedroom and seeing that Kerry was in a deep sleep, got into bed with him. His huge hands caressed Kerry’s satiny, hairless body from his immaturely developed chest, over the smooth I belly, bypassing his loins and down his thighs and calves. His outlandish prick was swollen to its vast extent and throbbed achingly, the slit in his crown drooling crystal tears of lubricant. The forbidden touch of his son’s body called forth every bit of sexuality in him and his lust was stronger than it had been since the night he raped a young girl in the park.
He raised the sheet and looked under with his heart in his throat and his breathing almost cut off. Sure enough, Kerry had a hard-on and it was so tremendous, Fred swallowed with difficulty, then took it in his fist gently. It pulsated strongly and Kerry moaned. and his pelvis lifted up in answer. Fred took Kerry’s right hand and placed it on his own prick, holding the small fist in position, then began jacking motions.
Bending his head down so that his face was only one or two inches from Kerry’s delightful, creamy giant, he inspected it closely, rolling the snug, translucent foreskin back and forth over the moist, rosy crown and rubbing his thumb over the deep slit, trying to encourage some pre-seminal fluid from it, but Kerry was too young for that. With a jerk, Kerry became wide awake, and the unexpected thrill of finding his dad in bed with him, his hand doing something grand to him and his own hand on his dad’s massive salami almost made him faint.
“Gee, Dad—I thought mine was big, but yours is a whopper!” he whispered.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s wonderful—and your hand feels so good!”
“This is called jacking off—never tried it before?”
“Not like that! I’ve pulled the skin back and forth, but not so it feels that way!”
“None of your friends have done! this with you?”
“Nope—Bobo Kelley showed me his one day and I showed him mine—but we didn’t do anything.”
“How big is his?”
“Quite a bit smaller than mine—is something wrong with me, Dad?”
“No, sonny—the bigger, the better! When you grow up, I’ll swear that yours is gonna be bigger than mine!”
“Gee!” Kerry said in awe, “will I have to hide it?”
‘‘Don’t you dare! That’s the greatest possession aman can have!”
“Dad—Dad! It’s starting to feel funny! I’ve—never—felt…”
“Just enjoy it! That’s the way it’s supposed to feel!”
“Oh! Dad! I—I—oooh! Aaah!Stop, Dad! Stop! I can’t stand it!”
Fred stopped, but he said, “Don’t quit on me, son! I’ll really show you something! Just watch the head of my dick and you won’t believe what happens!”
Kerry used both his hands to jack his dad off and began to pant when his dad’s stomach and thigh muscles turned into steely bands as he began to groan in ecstasy. “Kiss it, sonny—kiss it for me!” he muttered.
Kerry was surprised at the request, knowing that that was where urine came from, but if his dad wanted it, it couldn’t be bad! He stopped his frantic pumping to kiss the proud, arrogant flesh, but Fred whispered, “Don’t stop with your hands, Kerry—do it all at once!”
He began to kiss the huge, taut crown as he jacked the monster off and Fred said urgently, “I didn’t mean to just kiss it, baby—run your tongue over it and try to get it into your mouth!”
Kerry was caught up in the ‘sensuous grandness of his father’s gorgeous peter and obeyed every command. Once he got the vast crest in his mouth, he involuntarily began to suck. “Oh. Christ» baby! That’s got it—that’s got IT!!”
Kerry was completely surprised at the thick, hot cream which crashed against his tonsils and for a moment, he thought his dad had pissed in his mouth, but the way he was groaning and writhing, Kerry knew that he was in Paradise!
“Squeeze my nuts, baby! Pull on ’em!” Fred begged in the throes of one of his best ejaculations.
Kerry didn’t know whether to swallow or not, but the load was so copious, he had no choice—besides, it certainly wasn’t that bad. In that instant, he became a firm believer in swallowing semen which his dad hadn’t counted on.
By this time, Kerry’s prick had recovered from its aching orgasm and was once again demanding attention. Fred decided to finish what he had started and had Kerry reverse his body so that they were in sixty-nine position. “Stop sucking for a while, Kerry,” he said, “and I’ll let you see what it feels like.” Fred had never had a prick in his mouth before, but certainly was no stranger to a blow job himself. What the fuck! Kerry was his own flesh and blood so why shouldn’t he? Besides, he couldn’t come yet anyway—no different from sucking on a finger! Kerry moaned in disbelief as his dad’s ovalled lips sank over his dull scarlet crown and proceeded to engulf him to his hairless loins. Fred played with his nuts, then traced his finger down the ridge on the perineum and brushed it across Kerry asshole.
Kerry was shuddering and quivering uncontrollably with Fred’s delicious assault and grasped the monumental column next to his lips. He grabbed the enormously girthed base of the gleaming shaft in his hand and forced the plum-sized crown back into his mouth. Fred was astounded that he was ready for more so soon, but his hysterical weapon wasn’t to be denied and he groaned with pleasure as Kerry’s hidden talent asserted itself.
Kerry was in heaven—never knowing that that long, fat banana could afford him such pleasure. Bobo’s name flashed through his mind and he resolved then and there to show him this new thing that felt so wonderful!
Fred found himself wishing that Kerry could shoot a load—not being able to explain it to himself. Shit! Now that he thought of it, sex with Kerry was a lot more fun than with Marion! He certainly would go for seconds—that was for damned sure! Was he just finding out that he was queer? Was that what was happening to him? All he knew for sure was that Kerry’s worth had just lumped up by a thousand points!
After Fred had released his second load and Kerry had “tickled” again, they lay there spent for some time, then Fred said, “This is just between you and me, Kerry—you want to do this again, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Dad!” Kerry replied fervently.
“Then don’t ever tell anyone what we did! Agreed?”
“Can’t I even tell Bobo?”
“Don ’t tell him anything—if you want to do the same thing with him, it’s all right—but don’t ever say that we did it!”
“Would Mom be mad?”
“I don’t think so—but don’t tell her, either.”
“When can we do it again?”
“Whenever you want to—as long as no one knows about it.”
“Is it wrong, Dad?”
“Some people think so—just keep your mouth shut!”
“Okay, Dad—I will.”
“Did you mind the white stuff that came out of my dick?”
“Not once I got used to it—what is it?”
“That’s what makes babies, son.”
“When will I be able to do it?”
“When you’re eleven or so.”
“Does it feel any different?”
“Not really—and I want a promise from you—if you ever suck anyone off again, make sure that they suck you, too! Promise?”
“Sure, Dad—why?”
“To be called a cocksucker isn’t very nice—and if they do it to you, believe me, they certainly won’t be throwing any stones!”
“And what we just did—dads and sons usually don’t do together, huh?”
“Not usually—but we’re more than a son and his dad, aren’t we?”
“I love you, Dad!”
“And I love you—especially after what we did.”
“I can’t wait to show Bobo!”
“Make sure he wants to do it before you go ahead.”
“I will, Dad—look—it’s getting hard again!”
“No more for right now—and just because I showed you how, don’t pump that thing until you get sores on it!”
Fred wiped his prick off thoroughly with Kerry’s T-shirt, placed his finger to his lips and slipped out of the room. Kerry looked at his throbbing hard-on and said to himself, “Once more isn’t going to hurt!” and he began to jack himself off slowly, the way his dad had done.
