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This story contains heterosexual/homosexual incest, as well as non-incestuous sex between consenting adults. Much of the story is true, but names are changed to protect the innocent. There is an expansive back story to this tale that I cannot write about because the acts happened before the age of 18. There may be mentions of those times, but in keeping with the restrictions about erotica involving those under 18, I pick the story up when I was 20. I will make this statement. Most of the events you read about in these stories are true, however, I take literary license and expand a bit on the actual sexual acts to make them more erotic.
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Keeping the Tradition alive. Story One: Luke's House Part 1
My dad and I always took a trip to hunt with my Uncle Raymond each year. Quail was my dad's passion and he pursued his hobby with an unbridled lust for the wild game he would get if he did everything right. Tom, my dad, had several shotguns that he had bought over the years, some of the finest hunting weapons made in the nation. Also, Dad, having retired from the Army in 1967, had bird dogs that had been around my family. Three purebred pointers had worked the hunting grounds for as long as I could remember and he always had three pups in training. I even contributed by giving dad a beautiful Irish Setter, which turned out to be one of his best hunting dogs. If a dog didn't work out, he would sell it and the new owner would find a spectacular animal trained by one of the finest hunting dog trainers in our part of the country. The dog would not be up to my dad's standard, but it would still be better than one could find anywhere else in the area.
Uncle Raymond, a widower, had one son, Luke. Luke was a small framed red head with a zest for life I had never seen before. Being a country boy, he didn't really have many lofty ambitions about following me to college. He sincerely loved the freedom of living five miles from the nearest city. Luke was a year younger than me and had just graduated from high school the previous spring.
Luke loved nature, but Luke was not a hunter. Wandering through the woods, climbing on the rocks at the local bluff, or sliding down the ten foot waterfall on the river close to his house was much more his speed. There was so much to do that many times he would be out exploring and would forget about his chores. His father told him that he would get him a truck if he would promise to be more helpful around the farm, but Luke chose to live his free lifestyle without the use of a vehicle. On occasion, his girlfriend of three years would find a ride to Luke's place to visit. As soon as Claire's ride would leave, they began their day. She loved the freedom that Luke had, following him anywhere, knowing they would eventually find a spot that could end in a wonderful embrace or a scrumptious kiss. Usually they would go on a picnic, finding a spot on a hill overlooking a pasture his dad's cattle were grazing in. That would give him the option to tell his dad he was tending the cattle in the fields.
Luke's green eyes would meet her azure blue ones and the gaze would make Claire instantly tingle in the lower pit of her stomach. Although Luke was small in stature, he was a perfect physical specimen, small waist with symmetrically proportioned chest and shoulders, very handsome to look at. He loved looking into her eyes and got lost in them so often. When they kissed, the electric tension was so intense Claire felt she couldn't stand it, trembling immensely when their lips would touch. Almost always, however, their liaison would end there. Claire was a virgin and would freeze at the thought of going further. Whether she was scared of the prospect or whether she wanted to save herself for marriage, Luke really didn't know. All he knew, he was frustrated.
Luke had few opportunities to leave the farm, but sometimes his dad needed him to run an errand or would allow him the use of the truck to go get fuel for the farm equipment. As he left, Uncle Raymond would tell him to go straight to the store and then come straight back. Luke would ask if he could stay and talk to his friend, Harvey for a while. His dad would always relent, as he knew Luke would be worthless if he was forced to come back without talking to friend. His best bud worked at the Pure station where Luke could pick up gas, kerosene, and diesel all in one place. It was a couple of miles down the highway from the long dirt road that led to his dad's farm. The Pure station was his favorite place to go after he had developed the friendship with Harvey. Luke would get the business done, and then spend time with Harvey, eating a candy bar and drinking a cold drink, talking about their girlfriends or the latest gossip from town.
One day Harvey was unusually quiet. When Luke asked him why he was so somber, Harvey replied that there was nothing wrong, but he had a question for Luke. Harvey really had a hard time asking the question, but finally he was able to get the courage to say something.
"Luke?" Harvey meekly began.
"What's up with you today, Harv?"
"You getting any pussy from Claire?" Harvey asked.
"Not that it's really any of your business, but no," Luke responded. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm not getting any from Amy, either," Harvey continued.
"Sounds like we're both in the same boat," Luke responded sarcastically, not really wanting to dwell on the thoughts of still being a virgin.
"How often do you whack off, Luke?"
"Now I'm getting really uncomfortable with this Harvey! What's going on in your mind?" Luke demanded.
"I want to ask you something, but I need to tell you what happened the other day before I do." Harvey looked down and shuffled his feet a little, slightly hesitant to tell the story.
"You do know my dad expects me back in about an hour, don't you, Harvey? Spit it out! What happened to you the other day?" Luke was getting irritated, but was intrigued by why Harvey was acting so strange.
Harvey's story started out benign enough telling about Amy stopping by and them making out until another customer drove up. He said that Amy blushed, ran to her car, and left. The erection she left him with was epic and he was embarrassed when the other customer, a man he called Stan, walked in to pay for his gas.
"She left you with a set of blue balls, I see," Harvey said Stan commented when he looked at the bulging trousers. Smiling slightly, the man said, "I can help you with that if you want."
Harvey said that he didn't respond, but the man walked around the counter knelt down, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and proceeded to put it in his mouth. "It all happened so quick. I didn't have a chance to react. His warm mouth felt so good and it was only a short while and I was screaming and cumming down his throat. He swallowed it all. Not a drop fell out of his mouth, which stayed locked on until I was dry."
Luke was dumbfounded by the story, not really knowing what to say, but was mesmerized by all the details. Harvey continued the weird tale.
"Luke, when the man stood back up and looked me in the eyes I almost melted. I was having a hard time standing. I had never cum so hard in all my life. Then Stan leaned in and kissed me, you know, open mouthed. Luke, I've never kissed a guy, but I got right into it and I could taste my cum still lingering in his mouth. Stan then stopped me, put his hands on the top of my shoulder and pushed me down. I got on my knees in front of him, eyes directly in front of his zipper with his huge cock straining to get out. I was too turned on to stop, so I pulled his zipper down, reached in and released his cock. It was huge."
"He was about eight inches, Luke, and the head was like an over-sized plum. I was still in the after glow of my orgasm, not really sure what had happened. He put his hands gently on the back of my head to pull me forward. His monster was so close to my face, I could smell his muskiness as he inched closer. What was happening was so unreal. I didn't think at all, just opened my mouth and accepted what he was offering."
"To my surprise, there was no disgust in what I was doing, no bad taste, nothing. So I began imitating what he had done to me. Soon, he was moaning and had started moving his hips as if he was trying to fuck my throat. I felt him tense and wham, my mouth was filled with his cum. I tried to swallow it all, like he had done, but there was too much of it. It was so strange, not really the taste, but how it felt in my mouth. It was kind of like loose pudding. When I got off my knees, he kissed me, moaned in my mouth, and then began licking his cum off my face. He finished cleaning me, zipped his pants and moved to the other side of the counter just in time to avoid my dad, who was walking toward the store from the house."
"Before dad got there, the man thanked me for his release and left. He nodded at my dad as he got in to his car. As Stan settled into the seat, he stopped, looked toward me, smiled and then licked his lips. Dad asked me who the person was and I told him a friend from town. He said if he had known that, he would never have come to the store. The car had been there for an awfully long time and he actually thought I was being robbed. I shook my head in agreement thinking I had been robbed of my innocence in those matters."
Luke looked at him, or maybe stared at him. He contemplated Harvey's story. "Why would you tell me this?" Luke asked.
"Because you are my best friend and I have been having issues," he replied.
"Because you sucked a cock and let it explode in your mouth?" Luke exclaimed getting louder as he talked. "...and shit, Harvey, you didn't know him from Adam. That man could be riddled with disease." Luke began pacing the floor, showing irritation in his body language that was both agitated and concerned. He continued the pacing for several minutes, while Harvey cried. "I wouldn't say a word if you sucked cock with someone you knew, but shit..."
"You wouldn't?" he asked surprised, whimpering slightly.
"Of course not, Harvey," Luke said. "Simply because you get turned on and do a dude doesn't make you gay and that's not such a bad thing if that is how you want to be, but you like Amy and you want in her pants so bad, so I know you're not gay. I don't know if I'd have the balls to do it, but if you are into it, why not! Who am I going to tell, anyways. You're my best friend and best friends don't grow on trees."
Harvey calmed down and looked at his friend, strangely.
