Highland Incest

Robin had a magical upbringing. Not only did he have the two most incredible parents, but he also grew up in affluent surroundings. Malcolm, his father, owned one of the only privately owned distilleries left in Scotland, producing an exceptional, single malt whisky. Their customers were passionate buyers, willing to pay a hefty price for their whisky. Although Malcolm had often received unbelievable offers to buy his distillery, he was not interested in the slightest. The business had been in their family for generations, and Malcolm intended for it to remain so.

Although Robin and Malcolm’s relationship was a relaxed one, Robin always understood who the top dog was. Unlike all his buddies, however, Robin was always shown real affection by Malcolm. Whereas his friends only ever shook hands with their fathers, Robin often got hugged and kissed by Malcolm.

If there hadn’t been a twenty-four-year difference in their ages, Malcolm and Robin could almost be twins. Both had ruddy complexions with dark red hair and were thickset. With Robin fast becoming a man, he and Malcolm were developing a mutual admiration society. Robin was pleased about what he would like at his dad’s age, and Malcolm was delighted by the vision of what a hot young man he had been at Robin’s age.   

Because Malcolm and Robin both liked working with their hands, they spent much time together in Malcolm’s large workshop fixing all kinds of things. Both loved one another’s company and happily tinkered away, after three in the afternoon’s, when Malcolm returned home from the distillery.

After Robin turned sixteen, the conversations with Malcolm began to gravitate to a more explicit level. Malcolm thought it his duty to prepare Robin for adult life and did not hold back telling his son about the intimacies of sexual encounters and marriage.

Out of the blue one day, Malcolm asked if Robin had ever fooled around with his buddies. Robin got so thrown by this question that he could hardly utter a word. Malcolm then matter-of-factly told Robin that if or when this finally happened, it was no big deal.

“Don’t be believe all the; it makes you gay bullshit you hear. It’s perfectly normal for guys to fool around with one another. It’s just good old, man-fun,” Malcolm informed Robin.

There was an awkward silence as Robin tried to process what he had heard.

Later, Malcolm again returned to the subject. “Of course, men must marry and have children because life without that wouldn’t be the same. But if you want to try your starters or desserts elsewhere, always make sure that you eat your main course at home.”

A short while later, Malcolm again took up the cudgels. “I have quite a few married buddies that mess around with other guys.” Malcolm now paused for a laugh, “Those buddies of mine are the ones who never get into shit. It’s the guys who mess around with other women that are always in trouble.”

As Robin lay in bed that night, his brain was overwhelmed by what he had heard that day. Confused as he was, however, he was also sexually aroused by Malcolm’s revelations that day.

‘I wonder if my dad still fools around with other guys?’ he thought to himself.  

As Robin began to toy with his dick, he thought about a guy at school who had offered him a blowjob. Stupidly, he had turned the guy down, but after his dad’s revelations that day, he wouldn’t make that same mistake again. Robin liked girls, and when that opportunity arose, he would rise to the challenge. The open-mindedness that Malcolm had displayed that day, however, had been an epiphany. Robin decided that he would never again repress the sexual feelings he had about other guys.   

All Robin could, shamefully, think about as he shot his load in bed that night, was how Malcolm’s dick would look.

When Robin again joined his dad in the workshop two days later, Malcolm continued speaking about sexual matters.

Robin was again thrown by his father’s directness and uncomfortably shrugged as the topic of masturbation got raised.

“Let me guess?” Malcolm persevered, breaking the impasse. “At least three times a day?”     

“Yeah,” Robin shyly answered.

“That’s perfectly normal,” Malcolm replied. “Even though I’m married, I still wank at least once a day,” Malcolm admitted.

After a brief lull in their conversation, Malcolm once more proceeded. “Having sex with a woman, as I will go on to tell you all about, is always a lot of work. Pleasant work, I might add. They need foreplay and don’t like to get rushed. Us men, on the other hand, are a horny lot and enjoy a quick-release quite often. Sometimes you don’t want to run a mile, and a fast sprint is very enjoyable. Although you do get the odd quickie with chicks, that doesn’t satisfy them. Females do that as a favour, but it mustn’t get abused.”

Over the next several weeks, Malcolm continued his dissertations and covered many topics from fellatio to anal sex. Malcolm was a natural raconteur and got rather graphic with his explanations. For Robin, not only did he spend all his time in the workshop with a hard-on, but, practically dismembered himself in bed at night as he processed everything his dad was telling him. Malcolm’s anecdotes, in particular, excited the hell out of him.

The thing that worried Robin the most was how much Malcolm was turning him on. Robin regularly mentally chastised himself for these unnatural feelings. 

During the lectures, Robin was disappointed that Malcolm did not talk about his experiences with other men.

One evening as they ate supper, Mary, Robin’s mother, said, “Oh, by the way, Malcolm, I finally remembered today, to buy that special soap for your itchy back.”

“Great, so you’ll give my back a good scrubbing tonight?” Malcolm asked Mary.

“No way… I had my hair done today, and I’m not going to have it messed up in the shower. Why don’t you ask Robin to help you out?” Mary suggested.

“I don’t mind, dad,” Robin quickly interjected.

“Are you sure, boy?” Malcolm confirmed.

“Unless you are cock shy, dad,” Robin answered with a chuckle, infusing the conversation with humour.

“I’ll bet mine is still bigger than yours, you little shit,” Malcolm countered with a laugh.

“Well, while you guys are comparing dicks, I’ll be able to watch my favourite variety show on the telly in peace,” Mary said with a giggle.

Once the men got upstairs, they decided to use Robin’s larger shower for the task at hand. Although Robin was almost pissing himself with excitement, he was worried that he might get an erection.

As the guys got into the shower naked, Robin was delighted by how unabashedly Malcolm looked at him. Robin then got a pleasant shock as Malcolm embraced and hugged him before whispering, “Thanks, my boy, I appreciate this.”

With their cocks touching in the prolonged embrace, Robin’s restraint vanished as his dick went hard. To his amazement, he was sure that Malcolm’s cock was also responding as their crotches mashed together.

As the guys eventually moved apart, Malcolm said, “Now that we are both hard, we can see whose knob is bigger.”

Upon looking down, it was as if they were looking at a mirror image of one another’s large dicks. Both uncut cocks were upturned with a pronounced left curve. If one were to split hairs, Malcolm’s dick was slightly bigger. However, as he quickly pointed out, Robin still had a couple of years of growth ahead.

Malcolm then chuckled and suggested they interlink their dicks in the universal gesture of friendship in sign language.

Another hug now followed before they got on with the task at hand. After the men eventually commenced drying themselves, Robin felt deflated that more had not happened.

In bed that night, Robin played the shower scene over and over in his head. Disappointed as he was, Robin reasoned that as Malcolm was his dad, things in the shower had most probably gone as far as they were likely to go.

A few days later, when shower time again arose, Robin was brimming with excitement. As before, the hug once more took place but seemed more sustained, which Robin loved. Unlike before, however, instead of a whisper, Robin felt a tongue in his ear. In response, Robin decided to sensually knead his father’s back and shoulders, uninhibitedly showing his approval. Malcolm now pushed Robin’s body against the shower wall as Malcolm’s hips fervently ground their crotches together.

‘Please don’t stop, for fuck’s sake, don’t stop,’ Robin’s brain began to scream.

By now, both men were breathing heavily, and when Malcolm’s mouth moved onto Robin’s lips, Robin’s entire body was trembling. After a brief tongue wrestle, Malcolm let go of Robin and moved backward.

“Let’s get on with our shower,” Malcolm said with apprehensive eyes.

That night Robin again reconstructed the shower events in his head, wondering if he should have been more assertive. Robin’s masturbation routine was now also getting out of hand, as he found himself wanking six times a day, thinking about their next encounter.   

The next shower followed the same pattern, but the grinding and kissing became more intense. So intense that Robin soon felt like he was about to cum. After mentioning this to Malcolm, Malcolm let go of Robin’s body and suggested they shoot their loads together. As they stood tugging before one another furiously, Robin did his best to delay his release to synchronize it with Malcolm’s. Malcolm’s load was more impressive as they unloaded, which was hardly surprising given all the wanking Robin had been doing.

Afterward, Malcolm gave Robin a broad smile before they commenced showering.

In bed that night, Robin was ecstatic about the escalation of their grinding and kissing. Greedily, Robin felt that he now wanted more and decided to be more forceful during their next engagement.

Robin attended a party that Saturday where the next development in his sexual progress took place. He got to fuck his first girl at this party. What made the experience even better was that Robin shared the girl with a buddy of his. The combination of action and voyeurism excited him incredibly, and the eventual double fucking that ensued even introduced him to anal sex, as he and his friend swapped positions on the female. All parties enjoyed the experience and agreed that they would do it again.

On Sunday, when Malcolm and Robin spoke in the workshop, Robin told his dad about the encounter. Malcolm was jubilant to hear about it and very proud of Robin’s tête-à-tête.

On Monday, when shower time arrived, Robin had decided that he was about to coerce his father as far as possible. When the hugging, grinding, and kissing, got underway, Robin waited until their bodies parted before getting to his knees. Without hesitation or permission, he grabbed hold of Malcolm’s dick and started sucking it. As Robin glanced upward after getting underway, there was an anxious look in Malcolm’s eyes. Unperturbed, he persuasively continued sucking.

When Robin felt his father’s caressing hands on his head and heard his dad’s rumbling groans of pleasure, Robin was relieved.

When Malcolm was about to unload, Robin’s firm grip left him in no doubt that Robin wanted Malcolm to cum in his mouth.

As Robin rose to his feet afterward, Malcolm’s eyes showed mixed emotions before they got on with their shower. Robin was relieved, nonetheless, when before exiting the bathroom, when Malcolm kissed and thanked him.

Whatever thoughts had pervaded Malcolm’s mind before their next shower was unmistakably lustful because upon entering the shower, Malcolm got to work with gusto. Not only was the hugging, grinding, and kissing frenzied, but Malcolm now also began caressing Robin’s head and body with pronounced ardency. Also, Malcolm’s lustful murmurs excited Robin beyond belief.

Without any prompting from Robin, Malcolm turned Robin’s body to face the wall and then, with a guttural horny snarl, told Robin that he was going to fuck him.

“Yes, please fuck me, daddy,” Robin gushed as his dream finally came true.

Malcolm’s soapy entry was less comfortable than Robin had hope for, but the discomfort was meaningless to him.

After fully entering his son’s arse, Malcolm held still for a short while.

“Are you okay, boy?” Malcolm whispered.

“Yes… I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me,” Robin confessed.

To Robin’s delight, Malcolm’s hips sprang to life.

As Malcolm speared into Robin’s backside, the ache quickly dissipated and got overtaken by a blissful stimulation. Malcolm appeared to be in no hurry as he joyfully pumped his sons’ arse.

As Robin pushed out his eager arse out enthusiastically, Malcolm’s feverish hands traversed Robin’s frame sensually.

Robin’s mind now went into overdrive as he pondered his endless sexual possibilities, as Malcolm solidly began to fuck him. 

Malcolm’s release was spectacular, and he was pleased that his grunts got drowned out by the noise of the television that Mary was watching. Robin was also not far behind and enjoyed the supreme ejaculation of his life as his jubilant sphincter finally celebrated its defloration.   

As the two men towelled off, Malcolm looked at Robin sincerely and said, “Thanks, Robin. Unfortunately, your mother is no longer as compliantly willing as she used to be. I appreciate you helping your old man out.”

“Anytime, daddy,” Robin replied with a horny grin on his face.

Looking in Robin’s eyes, Malcolm then said, “Although your mother never visits the workshop, I’ve been thinking that from now on maybe we should keep that door locked.”