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Man Milk
by Xen (address withheld)

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A gay incestuous relationship told by the grownup son 
about his past. (Mm, ped, inc, voy, 1st-gay-expr, oral, 
mast)

***

My mother died when I was little, leaving my father to 
raise my smaller brother and me on our rural West Texas 
farm by himself. Our closet neighbor was twenty miles 
away the closet town double that. And school was even 
further. My kid brother and I missed a lot of school 
working hard along with your dad and ranch hand Joe to 
keep the place going. The school however understood and 
twice a week my brother and I would head out to check 
in, gather up homework, and turn in homework. It was 
not legal by as long and we kept our grades up no one 
looked too close.

This isolation brought out something that it would be 
later when I was grown up and living far way that I 
would understand fully what my father did to us was 
wrong. But at the time I saw it as natural, something 
all men must do to one another in private. 

I’m not sure how old I was. The only memory I have was 
sitting on the sofa late one night, the television 
providing the only light in the room. My brother was 
sleep and already curled in bed I was determined to 
stay up and watched all of Johnny Carson. 

My dad sat beside him in his stain boxers, socks, and 
soiled undershirt, a beer propped in his left hand and 
his other hand was buried in his boxers. The hand in 
his boxers had been moving continuously since he sat 
down. In an unconscious lazy movement he stroked 
himself. When I peered over at him, I could see the 
head of his cock stick out of the band of his boxers. A 
drop of liquid glistened out of the little hole. 

He caught me watching and his hand speed up bringing 
more liquid to drip out of the little hole. 

"You peeing?" I asked naïve believing that only pee 
came out of the whole.

"Nah," My father responded in a deep raspy voice, his 
hand continuing to move as he tugged harder on his 
dick. 

Frowning further I asked, "Whatcha doing?"

His hand stopped and he looked at me in a funny way. He 
put his beer down on the end table, and released 
himself with his other hand. Leaning closer to me he 
wrapped his left arm around me bring me up against his 
sweaty side. It was August and the window unit was off 
to save electricity since it was night time. 

"You want to see," he asked I could smell the beer on 
his breath. He’d drank five already and was nursing 
six. His right hand slipped in through the slit of his 
drawers to bring is dick out fully for me to see. It 
was thick and an angry dark red. It jutted out and 
upward when he removed his hand. 

"See that my boy. That’s what happens when a man needs 
loving. The juices build up like a cow full of milk, 
and my dick needs to be worked to relieve the 
pressure."

"So you’re milking yourself?" I asked in awe.

"Yeah I’m milking myself. And warm milk is going to 
come out when I’m done." A smile crossed his mouth, as 
he leaned forward and said, "I want a taste?"

I was curious and dying to know what it tasted like. 
Shrugging, I said, "Sure."

A funny look crossed my father’s face and his dick 
jumped and pressed itself against his stomach. In a 
husky shaky voice, my father said, "Sure, you have 
to…uh…suck it out."

His hand trembled as he stroked my back and gentle 
pushed me towards his dick. "That’s it Davy boy, put it 
in your mouth." He whispered softly as he gentle rubbed 
my back. 

Dad groaned as I put the hot red head in my mouth, 
slipping between my lips and licking it like a Popsicle 
on a hot summer’s day. My tongue licked the liquid I 
saw early noting it was hot and slightly salty but not 
back. 

Above me my father moaned out, "Oh Davey boy that feel 
so good. Don’t stop." His hand wove through my curly 
hair gripping it slightly as he forced my head down 
onto his dick. 

"That’s it baby drink your Daddy’s milk." 

I suck. Licking and sucking trying to draw the milk to 
the surface. My hands gripped the base squeezing up and 
down like I did when milking a cow. It seemed to work 
because Dad started to lift his hips up and down off 
the sofa, driving his dick deeper into my mouth a 
couple times I had to fight him to keep his dick from 
choking me. 

When I gagged whenever his dick went to deep it only 
worked my father up more. 

He groaned and apologized. "Sorry baby. That’s it work 
the milk up." He whispered between panting and 
groaning. It did not take long, by the end of a 
commercial break he was sweating, and rocking his hips.

"That’s it Davy baby. I’m going to come." He grounded 
out through clenched teeth as he grunted and raised his 
hips high off the sofa. Above me made what sounded like 
pig noises and then it happen. 

My mouth was flooded with hot thick liquid. I drank it, 
trying to figure if I liked the taste of it or not. 

Above me my dad was panting, and muttering. "That’s it 
Davey. You’re such a good son Davey." He continued to 
coo and praises to me, as sweat rolled down his brow 
when I looked up. 

Love shown in his eyes and he pulled me close in and 
embrace me against his side. His face lowered down to 
mines. He kissed my brow, cheek, nose, and finally on 
my lips. He kept kissing me on my lips, and finally 
pulled away and told me, "Stick out your tongue so I 
can give you a proper kiss baby." 

I did and found it interesting when he took his own 
tongue and showed me how to play ‘war’ with our tongues 
battling each other. 

"Hmmm, that’s hot." He said breaking the game. 

Yawning he got up and turned off the television 
declaring bed. Yet instead of me climbing into my twin 
bed, my father had me strip naked and climb into his 
massive king size bed with him. 

This was just the beginning for us. 

In my father head I guessed he crossed the line and 
never considered going back.

 He would wake me in the morning to ‘milk’ him. And 
sometimes he would take me into the scrawny woods that 
were sprinkled across our farm to milk him again. Each 
time he would moan and groan and praise me for being a 
good son.
 
For weeks this continued unabated. Then one day coming 
home from school he waited for me at the front door. He 
told my brother to go start his homework and asked me 
to help him in the barn. 

Once in the barn, he took me to the loft and into the 
farthest corner. Standing in front of me he reached up 
and unhooked his work overalls, letting them fall to 
gather around his ankles. He pulled down his boxers and 
unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt all the while 
watching me. 

In a gruff voice he surprised me by asking me to take 
off my overalls and underwear. Puzzled I did as he 
asked, curious to see what was going to happen. His big 
hand reached down and he stroked himself several times 
bring his dick up and ready to be milked. I moved 
forward ready to take him in my mouth for milking. 
Instead he reached out and told me to turn around and 
bow down.
 
"Take a hold of the wall," he muttered in a gruff 
voice. "And lean forward." 

I did what I was told, leaving my bare ass exposed to 
him. He spat into his hand and coated his dick with his 
saliva. I became increasing nervous when I heard him 
move closer behind me. Part of me wondered if he was 
going to put it in me like the bulls do the heifers out 
in the field. Only I wasn’t a heifer and I did not have 
two holes. 

I only had one and a panic seized me at the thought of 
my father’s dick entering that one hole of mine. I 
started to straighten up and move away but my father 
must have sense my nervousness because he grabbed me 
and held me still with one hairy arm. He pressed his 
body against mine, using his weight to keep me under 
control. I did not fight for fear of getting hurt. But 
I did whimper when if felt his hairy legs and stomach 
pressed against my smooth back.

"I ain’t going hurt you," My father whisper loving 
against my ear. He placed a kiss on my neck. "Just hold 
still and do what I tell you, Davey boy. And it’ll be 
all right." 

He kissed my neck again as I felt the shaft of his 
dick, slid between my ass cheeks, and press lower 
against the back of my nut sac. 

He positioned himself between my legs. "Press your legs 
together tight."

I did as he told me, trapping his hot dick between my 
thighs and against my nut sac. 

"Keep them tight Davey boy. Keep your legs tight." He 
muttered against my ear. Then he started to move in 
short fast humps. I could feel is dick sliding between 
my thighs, brushing against my ass hole, and pushing 
into my nut sac. His large hand grasped my waist and I 
felt like I was being hunched by a horse, my small body 
dwarfed by my father’s larger frame. 

His hands tighten painful at my waist as he hunched me 
harder and faster, his breathing erratic as moans and 
groans escaped from his parted lips.
 
"That’s it Davey," he moaned. "Keep them fucking 
tight." 

I felt rubbed raw by his body hair as he movements 
picked up speed. In the heat, I could smell his musky 
sour odor, as my back grew wet from his sweat. Only the 
sound of his breathing and his balls hitting my thighs 
broke the silence. 

"Oh, fuck, I’m going to come." His movements sped up 
and his dick head slipped to the entrance of my ass 
hole. I wince as he pounded against the entrance and 
gasp out loud when it broke through into my virgin 
hole.

"Oh shit!" My father yelled. I thought he would back 
away as I struggled to push his dick out and get free 
of him. Instead his grip tightened and his hips started 
thrusting wildly driving his dick head in deeper. My 
eyes bugged out at the pain in my ass. He literally 
picked me up, my feet no longer touching the ground as 
he pounded into me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated over and over with each 
thrust. 

I bit me lip to keep from screaming out in pain as I 
felt split in two. Just when I could not handle anymore 
he thrust hard, let go a loud grunt and stilled.

My ass was on fire. And I whimpered as I felt something 
hot and moist enter my ass. With his arms tight around 
my waist my father exhaled blowing hot air against me 
face. I could feel tremors running up and down his body 
against my back. 

"Sorry Davey. It felt too good to resist." My father 
apologized setting me down on my feet and slowly 
slipping his dick out of my battered ass hole. I slowly 
straighten up and wince at the fire coming from my 
hole. Something hot and thick slid out, and worried I 
reached around to touch my ass hole gingerly wondering 
how bad I was bleeding. When I brought my hand up, it 
was coated with a whitish milky fluid with a few drops 
of blood mixed in. 

My father hand patted me on the back as he apologized 
again. "Come on Davey pull up your pants, we’ll go into 
the house so I can clean you up." 

Sounding all concern fatherly to me, he helped me 
dress, brought me into the house, and doctored up my 
poor ass.
 
After that I avoided him and he let me. I thought that 
was the end, but he gone too far and like an addict he 
had to have it. I should have known if I wasn’t putting 
out he would find someone who would.
 
Several months had past and I was busy working at the 
far side of the ranch. I finished early and decided to 
go back home taking the long way there to burn time. 

I heard them before I saw them, hushed whispers and 
moans of delight coming from over by a grove of trees. 
Walking softly I headed to the noise, my stomach 
clenching knowing what I’d find.
 
"That’s it Billy milk daddy good." My father’s voice 
drifted to my ears. Hiding behind I tree I peered 
around it to find my little brother on his knees with 
my father’s dick in his mouth as he leaned against a 
tree his overalls and boxers gathered around his 
ankles. 

"Come on Billy milk daddy harder, and he’ll milk you 
good too." He encouraged, looking down as the little 
boy worked harder to move his head up and own my 
father’s dick.
 
"That’s it, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop," My father 
whispering loving down to the curly blonde headed boy.
 
I wondered if that’s what I looked like when I was the 
only on my knees sucking my father’s dick. My dick 
twitched inside my jeans. Absently I reached down and 
stroked it, feeling it twitched more as it enjoyed my 
touched, but wanting more. Unfastening my jeans I 
reached inside and grabbed myself. With an eager grip I 
stroked myself hard, peering around the tree to watch 
as my father began to pound Billy’s face drawing him 
self close to squirting his milk. My hand fell into 
tempo with his thrust, as I worked my dick hard. 

"I’m coming Billy." My father called out. And I felt my 
own body tighten as it prepared to come also. 

My father’s body seized up and his eyes rolled into the 
back of his head, as his mouth fell open in a moan 
escaped out. I closed my eyes after that and let my own 
body take over. Every muscle in my body tightened. I 
gasp softly as my balls tighten to shot my own man milk 
free. 

I pumped my hips with my hand as I rode the pleasure 
bursting inside of me. I felt something hot coat me 
hand as my body relaxed against the tree, my body 
twitching periodically as I tried to catch my breath. 
Opening my hand I looked down in surprise to find white 
thick liquid on my hand. I finally produced my own man 
milk. 

I heard smacking sounds and Billy gasp. Turning I 
peeped around the tree to find my father on his knees 
and Billy’s small dick gobbled up in my father’s hungry 
mouth. 

He worked my brother’s dick, leaving Billy with eyes 
closed as he rocked on his heels. I felt jealous. My 
father had never taken me in his mouth. I was always 
the giver never the taker. I made up my mind then and 
there that my father would suck my dick the way I had 
always sucked his. And that I would put my dick up his 
ass and see how that felt. Just the thought of sticking 
me dick up his big hairy hole caused my dick to twitch. 
I could almost here him moan and whimper as I drove my 
dick up his ass. 

Tonight I told myself. I’d do him tonight. I moved off 
not wanting to be found. Yet behind me I heard Billy 
cried out and my father grunt. Yeah tonight I was going 
to get mine.

I was so anxious I almost ruin it. Seeing my father and 
Billy together at the dinner table acting as if what I 
saw in the wood was a dream. To outward viewers it 
looked normal and innocent. Billy went to bed, and my 
father retreated to his bedroom for the night leaving 
me up and hard. When the house had settled down I 
decided to strike.
 
Earlier I gone into the barn and got the cream we used 
to help us slid our hand into the heifers to artificial 
insemination them. Tonight it would help me slide in 
too. 

My father was on his stomach naked and asleep. Just the 
sight of his hairy butt cheeks made my dick grow 
harder. I had no real plan only to slide my dick in and 
drive it home. That was all I could focus on. So slowly 
I crept up onto the bed and between his slightly parted 
legs. I undid the lid to the jar, scooped up a wad of 
cream and slather my dick up good. I knew I had to 
strike hard and fast. So I posed myself over him, my 
dick just inches from where I assumed his hairy 
puckered ass hole was. 

Slowly I moved down and pressed. The only part of my 
body touching him was my dick. I felt him move as he 
was waking up. And knew I had little time left before 
he reacted. So I ram my dick in. Feeling the pucker 
lips of his ass hole give and allow me to slide deep 
into his bowels. It was heaven, feeling those tight 
muscles grip me and hold me tight.

"What the fuck!" My father howled out. He tried to buck 
me off but my slick dick only slide further and deeper 
in, until I was buried to the hilt. My lower body 
pressed against his. He stilled, panting underneath me. 
Through my dick I could feel the beat of his heart 
racing. 

"Billy is that you?" My father whispered out. His 
breathing labored and his voice raspy.

"No dad, it’s me Davey." Feeling cruel I said, "Pay 
back is a bitch isn’t it." With that I withdraw my dick 
only to drive it back into him hard.

Underneath me I heard my father grunt. Not wasting time 
I found a tempo and drove dick in and out of his hot 
tight hole, loving every second as he grunted, 
whimpered, clutching the pillow tight against his face 
as he bit into hit. 

"That’s did dad. Take it like a man." I told him, high 
on the power of making him take me. I moved my legs to 
put me squatting above him. My knees clutching his hips 
as I changed the angle of my thrust and worked his ass 
fully. When I felt I was coming to quickly I slow down 
my thrust. His ass was mine and I had all night. 

The change in position must have done something to him. 
Because he released the pillow and gasp out loud. A 
moan soon followed. As I worked my dick slowly in and 
out his now wide open and greased up ass hole. I could 
take my dick all the way out and slide it balls deep in 
without any hindrance. 

Curious at his change of attitude, I moved my dick 
around until suddenly he moaned again. I moved my dick 
in short strokes inside him, my head bumping up against 
the walls of his colon on the spot I found. He groaned 
again lifting his ass to meet my strokes. 

"Oh fuck, don’t stop." He gasped out clutching the 
pillow to his chest as he bent his knees slightly 
allowing his hand to reach down and grasp his own dick.

I could see all this in the moonlight dresser mirror. 
His dick was hard, and his eyes half closed in 
pleasure. 

"Fuck my ass." He whispered seeing me watching him in 
the mirror. It looked strange and erotic to see my lean 
smooth pale body, on top and a larger more muscular 
hairy one.
 
"Fuck my ass Davey. Fuck me good." He begged in a husky 
voice. And I did just that. I laid into his ass, 
pumping and thrusting for all it was worth, making sure 
to hit that magic spot that made my father act like a 
whore. 

His buried his head into the pillow, groaning and 
moaning with wild abandon as I worked his ass hole. 
Just he ideal that I was fucking such a grown ass man, 
my father on top of that, and he was begging for it 
made my dick grow even harder and left me gripping his 
waist as I lost my rhythm and simply pounded his ass. 

"I’m coming." My father wailed from the pillow as his 
body pushed back on my dick working me just as hard as 
I worked his ass. 

I heard a small hissing down like pee, but knew it was 
my father releasing and spurting his man milk on the 
bed sheet. As he came his ass hole tighten milking my 
dick, pushing me over the edge and leaving me shooting 
several loads of my own man milk deep into his bowels. 
My body jerked pushing my dick further as each hot load 
shot from my dick deep in his ass. When I finally 
finished I collapsed on top of him, both of us 
breathing fast and gasping for air. The bedroom smelled 
of hot sex and ass, but I did not care, my body felt so 
fucking good. 

Underneath me, I heard my father say, "Damn Davey that 
was hot. I never came that hard before. Fuck." 

After that I fuck my father’s ass on an almost daily 
schedule. And later popped the cherry of my brother’s 
ass in the barn when my dad was in town and I was 
horny. I made him squeal like a pig in pleasure as I 
work his tight virgin ass. In the end I dumped my load 
deep inside. As we dressed I watched it drip out run 
down the inside of his pale smooth thighs. 

Some nights all three off us would pile up in my 
father’s bed, fucking each others ass, and sucking each 
others dick. I learned how to take a load up my ass and 
how wonderful it felt. At one point I got so dick 
hungry I got old Joe, our ranch hand, to lube up and 
take my ass. He had one of the biggest dicks I ever 
seen and seemed an old pro at making a man come hard 
while impaled on his massive dick. 

I would later learn that when my brother and I were at 
school my father let old Joe stick it to him in the 
barn satisfying his lust until we got home. One night 
ole Joe joined in on my father’s bed giving me and 
Billy two old dicks to play with instead of one. It was 
a good thing we don’t have any neighbors because we all 
moaned, groaned and cried out like bitches sucking and 
fucking each other, until finally every one was covered 
in their own man milk or someone else’s. 

Even today, I don’t mind going home. I’m married, after 
finding out about the wonders of pussy, with a two kids 
of my own. And know better than to repeat my childhood 
on them. Yet sometimes my ass gets hungry for some man 
milk so I kiss my family good bye and go visit my 
father. A long weekend of man milk keeps the body good 
and happy.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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