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Son's Speedos
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)

***

A father at the beach lusts after his speedos-wearing 
fourteen-year-old son, and finally gives in to the 
temptation. (Mm, ped, nc, rp, inc, voy, anal, bd)

***

Most American pederasts would agree that one of the 
truly unfortunate fashion developments in recent years 
is the lengthening of boys' bathing suits. Nowadays 
kids wear absurdly long trunks that come down below 
their knees, almost to their ankles, a hip-hop-inspired 
design that deprives the world of one of nature's most 
beautiful sights: a young boy frolicking on the beach 
naked except for a think piece of cloth clinging 
revealingly to his hard wet body.

Despite the contrary societal trend, I have always 
forced my son Marco to wear speedos during our annual 
family beach trips to the Jersey shore. Last summer, 
when he was thirteen, he was positively breath-taking 
as he scampered on the beach in his green and white-
striped speedos. 

The small bulge in the front of his suit left no doubt 
that he had not progressed far into puberty, but his 
lithe form still commanded the rapt attention of young 
girls, and quite a few men, as he ran around the sand. 
Marco had undergone a growth spurt recently, so I knew 
that there would be a little bit more meat evident this 
summer. 

Marco was obviously aware of this too and wanted to get 
something more modest when we went shopping for a new 
suit. He had outgrown the one from the previous summer 
and was clearly much more self-conscious about his 
changing body. 

"How about this one?" he asked, handing me a horrible 
baggy thing that he picked off the rack at the sporting 
goods store at the mall.

"That kind is so loose and gets in your way when you 
move in the water," I told him.

"But it's what everyone wears," he responded.

"Well not you, you always wear speedos, that's a cool 
bathing suit. Now how about this one?" I suggested as I 
picked out a bright red pair (I have a weakness for the 
classics). My dick started to stir in my pants as I 
thought about my son wearing them at the beach.

"Ah, Dad, those let people see everything," he 
complained.

"Well you're a good looking kid, you ought to let 
people appreciate it some," I explained as I playfully 
tousled his dark hair. Marco let out a weak embarrassed 
laugh as his face turned the color of the speedos I was 
compelling him to get. 

Two weeks later we were at the beach with my wife's 
tedious relatives. We always vacationed in Jersey as it 
was more-or-less equally convenient (or inconvenient) 
for all the members of my wife's family; we lived in 
Boston, my wife's brother and their family lived in 
Buffalo, and her parents were in Philadelphia. 

This was quite a motley crew. My father-in-law never 
stopped talking about the stock market, and my mother-
in-law seemed to have no interest other than sudoku. My 
wife's brother drifted from job to job and showed signs 
of alcoholism, and his wife was an amateur astrologist 
who was constantly offering my father-in-law stock tips 
based on the alignment of the stars. They had two kids, 
Jeffrey, who was a sixteen-year-old stud and quite an 
aficionado of wind-surfing (and the only one of the 
group I really liked) and their weird daughter Carla, 
who was into the Goth scene and quite morbid. 

But none of this really mattered, as all I wanted to do 
was gaze at my son Marco on the beach, and our first 
day there I confirmed that he was still a sight to 
behold as he body-surfed and splashed around in the 
water. I stared endlessly at his lean muscular body and 
could see that the lump in the front of his speedos was 
noticeably larger than it had been the previous summer. 

I used the X-ray vision of my mind to penetrate his 
suit and see his young dick and balls pressed up 
against the confining fabric and wondered how much 
pubic hair he had now. He hadn't had much the previous 
summer, just a narrow band of light fuzz above his 
dick.

But as beautiful as the teasingly plump bulge in the 
front of his speedos was, I am at heart an ass man, and 
was accordingly even more taken with his backside. The 
thin material clung tightly to his nicely formed ass 
and dipped sensuously into his crack so that you could 
see the outlines of each of his cheeks perfectly. My 
own dick was rock hard as I watched the show that Marco 
was obliviously putting on. No one could notice my 
tumescence, however, as I was wearing rather 
conservative trunks myself; speedos are for beautiful 
young boys, not middle-aged men.

I had brought a book with me, one of Thomas Mann's, but 
I couldn't peel my eyes away from the sight of Marco in 
his skimpy speedos and didn't get through many pages. 
In the mid afternoon Marco and his cousin Jeffrey 
played frisbee with some other kids, and I delighted in 
watching him run and dive into the water as he 
endeavored to grab the disk. One time he was blinded by 
the sun and couldn't see it coming and it hit him right 
on the head, which made all the other kids laugh. Marco 
was a good sport and laughed it off himself. 

Around four o'clock Marco ran up to me and asked if he 
could go back to the house to get a snack. He stood in 
front of me and dried himself off with a towel, giving 
me an up close view of his nubile young body, which 
over the course of the day had turned an exquisite 
shade of bronze that complemented the scarlet of his 
speedos quite nicely. I didn't want to take my eyes off 
Marco, particularly his beautiful ass, and was 
determined to go where he (and his ass) went. I told 
him he could go and that I would go with him, offering 
the pretext that we were running low on beer.

We walked over the sun-baked dunes and up to the house 
in silence. When we reached the beach house we entered 
the dark storage area on the ground floor. We started 
to make our way to the stairs that would lead to the 
main floors of the house, but something caught Marco's 
eye and he stopped suddenly.

"What's this?" he asked, pointing at a table in the 
corner which was covered by large planks, sails, and 
poles.

"That's Jeffrey's windsurfing equipment," I answered.

"Cool, do you think he would teach me how to do it?" 

Marco idolized his older cousin, and the impressionable 
youngster must have decided that if Jeffrey was 
interested in wind-surfing then he would be too. He 
walked over to the table and bent over it to inspect 
the equipment, and in the process thrust his rump out 
towards me. Each of his luscious mounds pressed 
insistently against the wet fabric, and the erotic 
sight made something inside me snap. His ass was so 
divine that I decided I had to fuck it right then and 
there.

"Marco, your ass is beautiful," I said softly.

The boy was so engrossed in looking at his cousin's 
windsurfing stuff that he didn't hear me. So I 
repeated, "your ass is beautiful, Marco." 

He looked over his shoulder at me with a confused look 
on his face. "Thanks, I guess."

"I mean it, Marco, I need to have it. Daddy needs your 
ass."

"Huh?"

"I need to fuck you, Marco. I'm going to fuck your nice 
ass," I told him as I walked slowly towards him, as if 
controlled by some unseen force.

He turned all the way around and faced me. "That's not 
funny, Dad."

"It wasn't a joke, Marco. Now we can do this the easy 
way or the hard way. It's up to you, but either way I'm 
getting inside your tight little ass."

I was even scaring myself as I said these obscene 
words, words that no father should ever say to his son. 
Marco looked around nervously as if trying to see if he 
could get away, but I was now standing right in front 
of him, and of course I was much bigger and stronger 
than he was. I jerked him around violently so that he 
was facing away from me once again, then pushed him 
face-down over the table.

"What are you doing, Dad?" he screamed, "let me go!"

"I'll let you go after I've fucked you," I informed him 
as I pulled his left arm up over the surface of the 
table. I took a black nylon strap from my nephew's 
wind-surfing paraphernalia and tied his wrist to a 
railing on the far side of the table, then repeated the 
process with his right hand. 

My son was now bound across the table with his ass 
sticking over the edge. He couldn't move his arms but 
could shake his ass and kick his legs, which was so 
sexy it just spurred me on all the more. I cupped 
Marco's left ass cheek and squeezed it gently, then 
squeezed it again hard. I delighted in the firmness of 
his ass flesh while Marco continued to struggle against 
the cords that tied him down, but I had done a good job 
and he was unable to extricate himself.

"Don't, Dad, don't!" he cried, "Stop it! I'm not a 
fag!"

I didn't care if he was a fag or not and in any event I 
was in no mood to stop. I urgently needed to see his 
bare ass, so I grabbed the side of his speedos and 
started to pull them down. The damp material clung to 
him tightly and it took a great deal of effort to get 
them to slide off his hips. Once they finally slipped 
over his ass cheeks I tugged them down to his ankles 
where they could act as a restraint for his lower 
limbs, which were still flailing about in a desperate 
but futile protest. 

I started to rub my hands over my son's bare boy ass. 
It was still wet from the ocean and was a pale white 
color compared to the tan of the rest of his body, 
having been protected from the blazing power of the 
sun's rays by the tantalizing pair of speedos I had 
forced him to wear. I reached around and felt up his 
dick, which I could tell had grown nicely since last 
summer. 

It was probably around four inches or so. I could feel 
more pubic hair above his cock, and wondered if he had 
also gotten hair on his balls, so I dropped my hand a 
few inches lower to find out. I was happy to learn that 
the boy's scrotum was still smooth and hairless.

By this point my own prick was begging to be released 
from my shorts, so I quickly peeled them off and let it 
spring free. I then walked over to the tote bag that I 
brought back from the beach, removed some sun tan 
lotion and squirted it onto my turgid meat. Then I 
returned to my imprisoned son and spread his ass cheeks 
apart and squirted some lotion directly on to his young 
hole so that I could sodomize him.

"Stop, Dad, stop!" Marco continued to yell.

Disregarding his pleas, I placed the greased head of my 
penis against his anus, but it had clamped down 
tightly. This boy was no match for me, however, and I 
was able to force the length of my prick into his 
stubborn hole without difficulty. I plowed all the way 
into him until my pubes were tickling his ass cheeks. 
Marco screamed in agony, but I just lay on top of him 
and enjoyed the pressure of his sphincter clamping down 
on my rod.

"Oh fuck, Marco, your ass feels as great as it looks," 
I said as I started to caress his right butt cheek. 
Marco continued to yell and started twisting his ass in 
an attempt to escape the onslaught, but the added 
friction only intensified the pleasure his tight poop 
chute was giving my dick.

After a few minutes of enjoying the initial penetration 
of my incestuous rape, I began a slow in-and-out 
pumping motion and started to lose myself in the 
sensation that spread over my body. I had never felt 
anything so good. Marco's ass was the best fuck I ever 
had. Better than his mother's stretched-out cunt or any 
of the young hustlers I had picked up while on business 
trips to various cities. He was even better than that 
twelve-year-old boy I had fucked in Mexico City two 
years ago, who had been my best fuck up till that point 
(but that's a story for another day).

I wiggled my prick from side to side and reveled in the 
warm and snug sensation his ass provided. I pulled 
nearly all of my cock out of him until only the blood-
engorged head was lodged inside, then slammed back 
inside, only to repeat the process. As my fucking wore 
on, the sounds coming from Marco's mouth began to sound 
less like screams of terror and more like moans of 
pleasure. 

I started to fuck him even harder, and he groaned even 
more lustfully. I ran my hands all over Marco's firm 
back and shoulders and then started mussing his thick 
black hair. I reached underneath to feel his prick 
again, and was pleased to note that it was as hard as 
steel. A few more frantic thrusts and I felt the flood-
gates of my testicles open up and the sperm shoot down 
my penis tube and into Marco's boy ass.

"Oh, fuck, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh what a fucking nice 
ass, oh yeahhh!" I sighed as my cum coated his insides, 
then collapsed on top of his body. As I lay on top of 
him, I unexpectedly heard a voice coming from the 
doorway.

"Very nice, Uncle Charles."

I whipped my head around and saw Jeffrey standing there 
with his swimsuit around his feet and his hand busy 
pumping his large pecker.

"Hey Jeffrey, uh, um," I stammered, "yeah he was pretty 
tight." I was astonished at having been caught, but in 
light of my nephew's masturbatory activity it was 
pretty obvious that Jeffrey wasn't going to rat me out. 
A lewd though immediately came to mind.

"You want some sloppy seconds?" I asked him.

Jeffrey didn't hesitate. "Fuck, yeah!" he said, "I've 
always wanted to try fucking a boy." 

He then crossed to the other side of the table so he 
could look at my son directly. 

"What do you say, cuz, can I have a go at your little 
butt?" he asked him. Marco was clearly overwhelmed by 
the afternoon's developments. He had initially resisted 
his father's rape, but had started to like it, and now 
his older cousin, who had been his hero since he was a 
little kid, was asking to fuck him too. He knew he 
would do anything for Jeffrey, and this was no 
exception. He looked up at him like a little puppy.

"Yes, Jeffrey, you can fuck me," he murmured.

Jeffrey quickly walked over to take my place behind 
Marco. I moved off to the side and watched my sixteen-
year old nephew enter my son's ass. Jeffrey's prick was 
big and thick, much bigger than my average six inch 
cock. Jeffrey's tool was probably eight inches and 
thicker than a banana, but he had no trouble slipping 
his prick into Marco's hole. The boy was no longer 
resisting, and his ass was lubricated my sperm. 
Although I had just come, my prick hardened again as I 
watched the two boys fucking and I started to beat my 
meat.

Jeffrey must have been pretty excited by watching me 
fuck Marco because he didn't last long. After only a 
minute or so of thrusting he started to shout that he 
was coming, and then grunted loudly. The sound of his 
ecstasy and the sight of the two fucking brought me 
over the edge and I shot another load all over the 
floor.

"Wow," he said as he withdrew his deflating cock, "that 
was hot."

"It sure was, boys. Now how 'bout that snack?"

END

Comments welcome at kiphawk@hotmail.com - ©2007 by Kip 
Hawk. All rights reserved. 

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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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