Chapter 5 -- G-spot.
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Having my father's cock in my mouth was the hottest experience of my sexual life. The taste was greater than anything I had savoured in my life and from that moment I knew I would be constantly savouring dicks, well only one, my father's dick. And I loved him: that shaft was so special to me that I had to give it a special treatment.
-I love you, Timothy. This is my first blowjob. Tell me if I'm doing a good job.
-How I love you too, Jimmy. Your first blowjob's perfect. You have nothing to learn but you will have a lot more opportunities to suck my cock. Now I know you love me, I will never deny you this pleasure.
I was examining every inch of that cock that so long ago had given me life and today had wanted to give me birth again getting into my virgin ass, fucking me till I had known truly who I was, and now was filling my mouth to gift me more happiness. Indeed the taste of a cock was so scrumptious, sweaty as it was, that my mouth only wanted to taste it for hours. My father accompanied that short first blowjob I was giving him with constant moans, showing me his gratitude for all the sex we'd had that day and were still having. My tongue soon became an expert, determined to give my father the fun of his life; but the blowjob was short. So much love he felt and so good I was being, he would tell me later, that he could not help but spill an aroused load in his son's mouth, a load I was determined to swallow completely, surprised at the good taste semen had, the first time I was savouring it.
-And now you will see, my love, what good blowjobs a man can give, especially a man in love. Have you been blown many times so far?
-A lot of times, my love, but never by someone I loved.
-Then I'll show you now how I love you, Jimmy. Now the days of bliss between us are starting.
He kissed me first, a kiss of true father and son love, and then he came with no hesitation to my balls and licked them a good long while, showing me he wanted to gulp down my cock and he would later, but first he wanted to recognize every taste of my body and show me his affection. I couldn't believe I was so happy: having a tongue at my balls was a new, say pre-heaven or the door of a new heaven I would soon enter. But with a face of great fun, he was so cute whenever he showed me an excited face; he came slowly up my dick, in no hurry, exploring the entire outline, all the flesh of that important part of my body, in slow motions, giving fun to every millimeter of my shaft. When he finally swallowed my burning cock, I knew I could not hold it for long, but I also knew that was the first time I was being blown, me that had already had more than fifty blowjobs before. But the movements of his tongue were exquisite and I was slowly feeling a fire of lust and love that made me unexpectedly cum in my father's mouth for the first time. He also swallowed my cum with delectation and I also thanked him for the pleasure he had just given me and assured him that after now my cock was his just the same as I had given him my ass first to enjoy as many times as he wished. We kissed fondly again and being both on the couch, I assumed a position in which I could now lick Timothy's feet and he could lick mine. It would be the first 69.
That short first time when I had licked his feet I had known for certain I wanted to do it again. Now I could; and feeling that wonderful dirty taste was greater accompanied by the pleasure of having my father's tongue at my feet too. We were both discovering the pleasures of incestuous tastes at the same time; the glorious smell of his scrumptious dirty feet, the heavenly motions of his tongue on my skin as my tongue was in his. I knew that first day of sex with my father that I could still cum twenty more times if I wished, for my balls never got tired of preparing new loads to spill later; and I suspected my father's balls were the same. So as I was licking, I decided I would jerk myself off again and seeing me he smiled and started to do the same with his cock. We licked and licked in no hurry, determined to finish off every shade of taste our feet could have, licking every toe affectionately, for I soon began to copy in his feet the movements he was doing in mine. He scratched one of my nails, found some dirt and ate it; it was obvious he liked everything coming from me, so immediately I had to do the same. We continued like this for ten minutes, after having licked both feet thoroughly, but he told me with a really aroused face that he needed to cum and I told him, ok dad, let us cum now. We stained the floor with our cums and he ate mine and I ate his cum and I told him I could surely cum again with his pits, and we could 69 again now.
The moment I rested my tongue on his pits, savouring his armpit hair, he began to do the same with my pits, which he had already licked twice before. And I knew a thing for certain after that day. I loved sucking his cock; it was the part of his body I preferred to suck. But as for perfume I would always prefer his pits and it was obvious he must be thinking the same. Having the fest of tasting my father's sweat for the first time, I had to say.
-I love you, Timothy.
-I love you, Jimmy, oh how good that we are where we are now.
The symphony of father and son's smells continued for a quarter of an hour more. We were a couple now and we had to explore each other's smells, each other's tastes thoroughly. We would always eat each other every day after today, but today we were two explorers, recognizing and conquering two so far undiscovered countries. And we were doing it with deep love in our tongues and noses, with deep lust, me discovering sex after having discovered sex that day; my father swimming in his favourite scented landscape, that of his son. He said he loved me so much and was enjoying me so much that he needed to cum soon but first he had to savour my other pit too and he changed to my left pit now as I moved to his right pit, a new glorious territory to explore. I knew I would soon achieve a new cum and awaited him to tell me he was cumming. And that glorious moment finally came. He did not have any time to warn me beforehand; he simply yelled and spilled a new load on the floor and after his cum, my dick thought for itself one more time and I came too. Then I told him.
-Come on, dad, do not be shy now. I want to know all anal pleasures today, also that of eating shit and you have already seen me eating some of your shit and enjoying. And I would do the same and give you a lot more of my shit to enjoy again. Let's shit here both at the same time, please.
-Ok, Jimmy. I know you love me and want to try everything and I know you like a lot of things by now: all my smells, sucking my cock, being fucked, being fisted and so on. I only ask you now that if you happen not to like anything, please tell me. I want to be constantly taking you to heaven and I don't want you to suffer. But ok, let's shit.
It was soon a show to see us both taking two dumps at the same time, well almost. I started at once but I saw it was a little more complicated for him. He told me it was being hard for him to shit, not because he was frightened now but because he was a little constipated. He knew well enough by now, knowing the brave son he had, that he would never again be shy with me. It was difficult for him to shit but he farted easily. Instantly I started praising the smell of his farts and since it was a new anal pleasure I wanted many more and he said ok and as his first turd was finally coming to the floor, he asked me to fart too. My first turd was already on the floor, darker than my father's turds were and I exploded my first fart. He praised the smell and asked me to be constantly farting. I told him he should do the same all the time it took us to finish shitting. And there we were five more minutes slowly taking our dumps. I saw he could only shit three turds that day, but I had shat as many as five long dark turds. A little scared he looked at me as if asking now what? So I answered his never spoken question: now we are going to eat, dad. Be sure that I will only eat as far as I am enjoying the taste and if ever I get tired of eating shit, I will stop.
He moved determinedly to my heap of dark shit and started eating with an appetite. I leaned down to his crap tentatively. I was sure I enjoyed anal pleasures that involved pain but wasn't so sure I would enjoy anal pleasures related to disgust. But when I timidly got one small portion of his poop and ate it, I was sure I would finish that meal too. I looked at him and smiled and told him I loved that taste too and said: let's go on, dad; let's eat shit you and me together and be calm. I love this taste just as much as you love it. Now I know what you have felt whenever you have tasted shit.
We seemed two crazy men at the time, both reveling in the taste of shit as we saw the other madly enjoying the taste of what our stomach produced. We did not taste puke, snot or gobs that first day but once I had eaten shit and enjoyed my father had no more doubts about me ever again and knew I would savour everything coming from him for I loved him and I was a resilient brave young man, both for pain and disgusting things. So we looked at each other as we were eating, smiling and were still for a good longer while eating shit and seeing how our tongues, teeth and lips were getting brown. We ate it all, none of our shits remained on the floor. Finally we belched well satisfied. He told me he had the urge to piss and asked me whether I would like to drink. Of course I answered I did want and had a first opportunity of drinking that mouthwatering substance from my father's sexy cock that had already given me so much fun. Of course after his piss, I peed him too and when I was drained he asked me what now.
-Dad, we are a couple and still have a lot of pleasures to know. We still have to share our sheets, to play with dildos which we will buy of course, we have to take each other to g-spot, I have to fist you, and of course after today we will be all our lives sucking each other's cocks, fucking and so on. But now we can have a thorough shower. First we have to brush our teeth and then we will have a shower together with some more sex, I will suggest. So let's head to the bathroom. Today we can put on some new clothes, or tomorrow; we'd better continue naked the rest of the day. And these sweaty clothes we can take now to the washing machine.
He helped me get my sweaty clothes, I grabbed his and we went to the washing machine and put them in. And finally we went to the bathroom and first brushed our teeth together, after which we kissed again and finally stepped into the shower and with two big boners, my father finally opened the taps.
With water soaking us both we started a careful cleaning, first our asses, which were full of shit. Then when they were pristine again, we washed tenderly both our bodies, with special care in our pits and feet, but in the end I could not control myself and told him I would suck his cock one more time if he allowed me.
-Maybe we are crazy, my sweet Jimmy, but we have decided to start a couple and I will never again say no to any sexual desire you have, so go for it.
And instantly I bent down and swallowed my father's cock again, after having been a short while at his balls. Water continued pouring down on my body as I had a new sample of my father's cock, which I was sucking prior to washing it, for I wanted it to preserve his wonderful sweaty aroma. This new blowjob was longer. Maybe we were wasting too much water but it was our first day in love and we did not care. His moans were telling me that I had already become an expert giving head to my father. He resisted but finally had to shoot a new load in my mouth. How scrumptious his nectar was. But I was surprised when with no pause it was him that bent down now and started to lick my balls again a shorter while now and then with no more inhibitions he swallowed his son's cock one more time, repeating he loved me and I should never forget it and as long as he lived, he would spend his life giving me sexual fun. I moved the tap unconsciously with my right elbow and it was now real rain that poured down on us as I finally gifted my father a new sample of a different rain, that of my juice. Then we affectionately cleaned our cocks and balls and finally left the shower. We did not put our clothes on and entered naked, hand in hand, affectionately now, the kitchen where we would dine a wonderful tuna salad he had prepared hours earlier, before surprising me jacking off at the graveyard door and everything had started.
-How many more times are you able to cum, my love? --My father then asked me.
-At least five more times, my love --I answered.
Then he grasped my dick and I did the same. The taste of the tuna was better being our incestuous hands on each other's cocks and we were affectionately jerking each other off and looking at each other with love and smiling. We both came and there was still some salad, which we finished talking about love. Finally Timothy Ferrier stood up and did the washing up and told me we could go now to our bedroom for the first time to sleep together. And so we did. It was my father's bed and the moment I entered I could well perceive it preserved his hot sweaty smell which his body had just lost because of the shower. Wonderful! He entered too and we sweetly touched and kissed each other for a good long while till I told him.
-There's one more anal pleasure I would like to discover today, Timothy, my love. I would like to know g-spot. But I have to be first to give you this pleasure.
-Ok, Jimmy, do with me as you wish.
So immediately he turned and I reveled again at the vision of my father's sexy ass, so often fucked, so often fisted. I was elated and stuck my tongue in his ass. Instantly I reveled in his ass hair, a real jungle, and I started to have a lot of fun in one other part of Timothy's body. I had eaten his shit and smelled his farts, my fingers have been inside, but now his ass was clean, and the taste was so good that I knew it was gonna be easy for me to take my love to g-spot as I desired, no matter how long it took me. He had told me it could be longer than an hour but I was in no hurry, and my tongue went crazy slowly savouring my father. I also wanted to know g-spot, but I had to take him to it before. It was now a clean slow licking, he wasn't even farting now and my tongue soon learnt to move deeper in a fast rhythm, exploring all the depths of that wonderful ass. My father started moaning but soon was yelling and that aroused sound made me know he was on the verge of a new orgasm. I told him I love you as my lips kept on recognizing every inch of that courageous ass. I was not looking at his face as I was inexhaustibly moving my tongue in circles around his ass, but I could feel he was getting cuter, really moved that his son was giving him that pleasure, still trying to assimilate that I loved him. "I will cum in just two minutes, Jimmy. I will always be grateful to you for this. To know it is my son that's taking me to g-spot, after so many things we have done is taking me to heaven. Look, I'm cumming, aghhhh..."
It was my father's first cum on our sheets, and it was a longer cum than any I had seen him shoot today. He wanted to take me to the same pleasure now but I did not allow him. I told him to first enjoy his long cum, and of course I knew he wanted to do the same to me, but first he must recover from that superb anal pleasure he was achieving. So he was for five minutes inhaling air, panting, sweating, touching me, kissing me, thanking me once and again for every pleasure I'd taken him to today. But finally he said.
-You must know this pleasure too, my sweetest Jimmy, oh how I love you. And you will know this pleasure now. Please turn.
I exposed my ass to him, that very ass he had given so much pleasure to today, and as fast as lightning I was already feeling the moisture of my father's tongue in my ass, ready to know a pleasure I did not know so far. After being all day knowing anal pleasures, I could not believe I could still be experiencing pleasures with my ass today. But his tongue moved so determinedly inside me that I almost felt like crying and constantly thanked my father for this new heaven he was taking me to. I had heard about g-spot before, of course, but always thought I would never reach it since male g-spot was in our asses and I never thought I could enjoy my ass for sex. Now that I knew I would always enjoy my ass for sex, especially in an incestuous way, I surrendered to the feelings I was experiencing and I was bewildered thinking how love could be expressed also in the motions of a tongue in your ass. My father was emptying himself for my pleasure saying once and again that I deserved it. I yelled and twisted, my whole body moving at that fun, sweating like a pig then, but sure that my father would even enjoy my sweat dripping onto him. I can't remember how many times I told him "I love you, dad" or "I love you, Timothy", but he only said "we will always be together now, so have fun, my hot Jimmy". I think it was then that I really became convinced of how deeply my father loved me, but I had no time to think about anything else. I suddenly felt a convulsion and just a second later my cock began to get crazier than ever before, and I began to shoot, the longest cum of my life, longer even than when I had been fisted. My dick couldn't stay still and it spilled and spilled cum. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life, it was love, it was tenderness, it was the memory of the soft touch of my father's tongue in my ass, it was heaven, it was a show to see my father's face so in love then. After I finished blasting my big load, I cuddled him against me, kissed him fondly for a couple of minutes constantly saying "thank you, Timothy" or "I love you, Timothy". Now I was sure I did not want to end today's fun. We loved each other and had to continue cumming, both of us. So I said.
-And now, my love, we are going to fuck again. As I want you to be this certain with my ass whenever you want to fuck me, I will be just as certain with you now. So ok, Timothy, you can turn: I will fuck you now.