Summary: I heard the sound of a picture being taken, and I stood upward, looking slowly over my shoulder at my dad. His phone was held out in front of him, aimed down at where I had been leaning. He had this much too readable expression on his face; I was getting the impression that things were just beginning to get started.

Author’s Note Oh, snap. NOT ANOTHER Father X Son story. Oh well, its all for the fans and my entertainment, baby. :3 Anyway, the same characters in this story as my last two previous ones. (Car Ride and Midnight Play.) That should get the yaoi fangirls flocking here together like seagulls. Anywho, I don’t have much to say now. Other than read my story. And don’t flame me if you’re a yaoi hater. I warned you about it on the summary, didn’t I? XP

P.S.: Seiji’s dad’s phone can also be used as a camera. –people give me confused looks-

Warnings Buttsecks- Okay. Let’s be serious. Extremely mild sexual situations, shotacon, incest, father/son bonding, and cellular phone abuse.

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- PHOTOGENIC -

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Another day.

Another secret to be hidden.

That’s how my day is usually. When my mom is home, or around, I have to act as inconspicuous as possible. I can’t glance at my father with any sensual gazes; I can’t touch him in any other way than in a nice and clean way, and for the most part I can jump into his arms and hug him like a teddy bear or kiss him on the lips. And that is all for the sake of my mother’s sanity; I would hate it if I turned around day from locking lips passionately with my dad to find my mother standing right behind us, her eyes wide and filled with shock. Oh god, and then there would be extreme pandemonium.

But today was an exception.

My brother (I’ve had one all this time but didn’t even bother mentioning him to you) and her left somewhere. Somewhere that would take a while to travel to and take a while to travel back from. Which gave my father and I plenty of times for bonding.

If you know what I mean.

Finally, after three long weeks from keeping my feelings hidden deep within my heart, I could finally release them and smother them all over my dad. I didn’t think I was going to be able to last. (Our little sessions at night had dwindled because he was getting weary of my mother waking up during the night and hearing us. So, our nights of play pretty much disappeared in thin air and don’t happen at all anymore. Now, I find it harder and harder to fall asleep without thinking about what we use to do in my bed.)

So now I’m standing outside, waving at my mom and my brother as they drive down the road and disappear around a street corner. (1) All I do is smile and act as normal as possible. But as soon as that van departed far enough where nothing could be seen, I dashed inside (shutting the door behind me forcefully and quickly) and made an immediate run towards my dad’s office, where he was working on some papers. I didn’t really care if he was extremely busy or not; I wanted some kissy sessions and hot, moist sex. (Yes. I’m starting to act more and more like a gay teenager EVERY DAY.)

“DAD!”

I startled him as I leaped like a jungle man onto his desk, stomping all over his papers and pencils and checkbooks scattered messily over his work area. With the agility of a cheetah and the agile moves of a snake, I immediately plummeted right onto his lap and raised my head upward, giving him a hard kiss as I clutched his shirt into my hands. I could tell I scared the hell out of him at first because he sat there completely frozen with his pencil in hand and a large, turquoise-green calculator in the other; but eventually, he discarded both things onto the desk (I heard the loud banging noises) and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closely to him so that my chest was pressed up against his.

I already felt myself getting eager.

The few things running into my mind were being jammed together from the lack of air I was losing as I made out with him passionately. We had never had such an extensive and fanatical make out session; I still can’t believe we stopped ourselves from going all the way on top of his desk and important papers. (Not that I wouldn’t have minded doing that… But, I didn’t think I should leave my essence and odor all over of his papers and wooden reception area.)

“Oops… Line of spit.”

I gingerly wiped the trail of saliva off my chin and wiped it on my shirt, which caused a small chuckle from my dad. I closed one of my eyes as he rubbed his hand up against my cheek slowly, sighing and looking at me with his eyes narrowed. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he had been waiting for this moment also, and I smiled at him, my cheeks little by little turning a bright shade of crimson.

I loved these moments.

When we were alone and we could enjoy ourselves.

The last time we had our alone time, there was no sex but I still enjoyed every second of it. (Because you know, all boys do sometimes is think about sex. Yes, I fit the ‘all boys only think about is-‘ stereotype. And I’m proud of it.) The whole day we lied on the couch, embracing each other in a tight hold and just staring at nothing. Even if we didn’t talk that much, some how there had been a relaxing and calming atmosphere revolving around the two of us.

I had felt so lovely.

So nice and warm.

That day, I had no care in the world. Getting caught didn’t pass my mind, going to school the very next day didn’t past my mind, having to do homework and all those other school related activities didn’t past my mind. My serene state of mind was uncanny; I would usually be more restless and anxious. But not that time.

And not this time either.

I was going to enjoy my day with him.

No matter what.

A few minutes after our kissing session, I found myself just sitting in his lap and watching as he wrote important information on papers (that I realized had something to do with the wellness of his restaurant) and going back and forth doing calculations and writing them down in little blanks (and not to mention in his checkbooks. I don’t know how he does it. I might have lost my head if I had to do so much work.) And that whole time I remained quiet and still, but close and adhering. I thought to myself ‘Maybe if I wait long enough for him to finish, then we can spend more time together. Just be patient; he has an important job to do.’ Eventually, I unfortunately become restless and asked him to put me down. He did as I asked and placed me down on the floor where I just stared doing random stuff around his office.

Looking at old and worn pictures, fixing and adjusting things that had went astray after being bumped into so many times (this I realized was me acting exactly like my mom), dusting random things off because I actually WANTED to do it, staring at my dad for a while, and doing more and more and more unsystematic things around in his office. But never did I once step a foot out of those doors; I wanted to be there with him no matter how boring it was.

Momentarily, I just stood there in the middle of the room holding a glass of water in my hand (that my dad had had on his desk for at least five days; I’m surprised there wasn’t mildew floating on top of it). I really don’t remember why I had stopped; I just know that I was staring up at the ceiling, not paying attention to what was in front of me. As I began to walk forward, I accidentally tripped over where the rug in the middle of the floor buckled and plummeted to the ground, sending the glass to the ground before me. Water spilled everywhere, and I immediately got to my knees.

“Don’t worry, Dad! Keep working I have it! I’ll clean it up!”

I stood to my feet and look around for a moment; there was a cloth slung over a chair. Blinking and trying to at least figure out why there was a cloth in his office, I went on and just grabbed it and bent over again, wiping the water off of the floor. Of course, I decided not only to clean but to also do something else. As I bent over and began to clean, I kept my ass in the air to at LEAST TRY to catch the attention of my dad; because for some reason he seemed to enjoy staring at it sometimes. (I’ve seen his looks.)

Everything was quiet as I cleaned, and I figured that my seduction plan had failed to even faze him. I scrubbed hard at the wet spot on the floor, making sure that I cleaned it good. The silence seemed to trail on like death to me; it was irritating and unsettling; damn it, this is why I hated it when he worked. He would get so quiet and absorbed into his papers. But, as soon as I felt myself starting to get extremely unsettled, I perceived a sound that confused me and mystified me.

I heard the sound of a picture being taken, and I stood upward, looking slowly over my shoulder to see that my dad was standing right over me. His phone was held out in front of him, aimed down at where I had been leaning. He had this much too readable expression on his face; I was getting the impression that things were just beginning to get started. Gasping a bit, I shot up and turned around.

I had a frizzled expression on my face.

My cheeks had turned a deep red.

And I kind of felt myself trembling shyly.

“D-Dad!”

Good lord.

I wanted him to look, but I didn’t expect him to sneak up behind me and take a snapshot of my ass as I bent down. He never ceases to amaze me.

“What? I know you wanted me to pay attention to you. And of course, I really couldn’t ignore how you were waving your FANNY side to side as you cleaned. I knew you were doing that on purpose… I can read every move you make.”

I found myself leaning back as bit as he moved close to me.

“Never say the word FANNY ever again. That word is for old people.”

He only laughed and wrapped his right arm around my body, pulling my close and pressing his lips up against mine. Slowly, I closed my eyes and threw the cloth to the side, discarding it to the floor. Upon doing that, I leaped upward and wrapped my arms around his neck, also twisting my legs around him. I already felt myself starting to drown in his kiss.

And I was starting to wonder if he was going to drop that phone.

My thoughts completely disappeared into the depths of my mind as he presses his tongue against my lips, and me, antagonized by the lack of cleanliness of our kiss, opened my mouth as wide as possible. I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue swirling in my mind and I closed in on his mouth more so that was hardly any open spaces between our mouths; I felt all of my breathing room cut off when my tongue closed in on his.

Oh god.

I feel myself spiraling down already.

My whimpers were already getting loud as I feel his hands roaming down my body; searching, touching places that made me shiver violently and tentatively. As we pulled back, I took a deep gasp of air, looking up towards the ceiling.

I blinked when I heard ANOTHER flash come from his phone. I looked at him narrowed eyed as he smirked and lowered his phone down to his side. Oh, I had been so right. My impression was right about him; he was just getting started. And I had a feeling that camera would be out until we finished what we had started. He put me back down on the floor so I was standing back on my feet again. I gave him a wide-eyed stare as he stared back into my eyes, nearly going right through me.

“Get on the desk.”

My face is excessively hot as I have a feeling what I’m going to be doing next. Steadily, I eased myself on top the desk and lied down, looking up at him with an innocent expression. (That always got him. But we all know that I’m not even close to being innocent. I’m way beyond that threshold.) “Seiji, don’t give me that look. I can already see the things running through your mind.” He turned to me, his phone held out in front of him. I just lied there as still as possible as he took another picture of me.

A souvenir so he could remember this moment better.

As he played around with his phone, probably hiding that picture deep within the confines of his phone, I lie there, impatiently trying to anticipate what was going to happen next. When he gazed back down at me he had a smirk on his face. He aimed his camera phone at me once again.

“Touch yourself. And don’t hesitate. Act as if the hands your touching yourself with are my own.”

I turned my head to the side a bit, giving him an expression that was mixed with sexual tension and innocence. As many times I have done this, I still get uneasy and self-conscious.

Slowly, I shut my eyes as I started unbuckling my belt. And then I go to the button below my belt and undo it, afterwards taking a straight show down to the silver zipper tucked underneath a loose part of my pants. Lifting up my hips and the rest of my lower body, I gingerly and gradually dragged my pants down the contours of my body. Releasing my pants after they get down close to my ankles I thrust them down onto the floor.

I didn’t bother waiting to take off my boxers.

I had slid those down along with my pants.

Nifty.

Closing my eyes once more, I turned my head to the side and spread my legs out as wide as possible (enough so that I had enough room to move my hand and arm around); I raised my hand upward and placed it just a few inches away from my entrance, and then suddenly pulled back. I was never know to do that to myself raw; and I didn’t want to bother looking around for lubricant, so I hoisted my index finer up towards my mouth and placed it inside, sucking at it and getting plenty of saliva on it. That was my USUAL lubricant.

With my nervousness taking a fleeting dash out of the door and my composure taking its place, I slide my finger down my body and pushed it up against my entrance. I immediately felt this jolt of pleasure shoot through my body; I released a low whine, turning my head again and gasping.

I rubbed my finger against the ring surrounding my entrance; as I started to move my finger around it, I felt myself gasping as I started to already to reach my peak of ecstasy. (Maybe because I hadn’t done this in a while maybe? I had been holding off for a while.) Inside of my head, I was already imaging my dad’s huge cock moving and out of me; oh how I could wait until we reached that part.

Gently, I shoved my index finger inside me. This is immediately made my hips buck for a moment, and caused me to make a sudden outtake of air. And I began to work on my own. Moving my finger in and out, turning my head side to side, whimpering and biting my lip as I felt myself hitting up against this spot inside of me that made my lower body quiver with excitement. I rarely heard the sounds of my dad taking images of this (because I was absorbed in fingering myself like a maniac and screaming too loudly); at the moment, the only thing I heard in the word at this moment was my own moaning.

“Ooh…”

I peeled my left eye open, my mouth open wide as I continued moving my finger back and forth into my orifice. My dad was staring down at me with an unreadable expression; I could tell he was trying to hide his emotions, because of the fact that I saw his length poking from his pants like a pillar underneath a blanket. I reached up towards his hidden manhood and rubbed it softly through his pants, getting and immediate moan from him. Thinking that it would be better for me to do my job AND help my dad out with a thing or two. Because maybe if I kept this up, our session would last so long I wouldn’t be able to walk correctly in the morning. (Good thing they both have to work tomorrow; and my brother is going to a friend’s house.)

With just one hand, I undid the button and unzipped the zipper on his pants. They fell down to his knees instantaneously. When I got a good look at his erection, I unconsciously licked my lips and smirked. This earned a small chuckle from my dad (somehow still able to talk after I had gave him a vigorous rub down.) I pretty much jerked down his pants (still doing my own thing between my legs), and turned my body to the side and licked the tip of his length tantalizingly slow.

Before I knew it, I had taken his whole thing into my mouth and was sucking away, feeling myself losing because I was already pleasing myself crazily in between my legs. And all the while, as we did this together, I still heard the distinct sound of pictures being taken one after another after another. I gasped when I finally and ultimately reached my peak. Turning my head to the side and biting my lip, my orgasm came wildly. The only thing I remember is feeling intense ecstasy and my father cumming into my mouth (we usually reached our peaks at the same time)

I drank all of the semen that spurted into my mouth, swallowing it down greedily. I felt my body tingling, as I tasted the saltiness on my tongue. (It didn’t bother me that much anymore. I was use to swallowing semen a lot now; I usually gave my dad oral sex underneath the desk while my mom was downstairs with my brother, cooking with him or something.) I opened my mouth a bit, exhaling loudly because of the lack of air. This left my father gasping also, somehow still holding the camera phone in his hand like nothing had happened.

I was excited now.

Because-

I knew what was coming next.

Something I had been waiting for quite a while

After regaining his composure, I watched as he moved around the desk so that he was standing over me. Already knowing what was to come, I lifted my legs up (they were placed together), spread them out as far as I could, and reached downward, spreading my entrance open wide. And, as I thought, he took a picture of that. I felt myself slowly turning red all over. Got dammit if mom somehow found those pictures . . .-

“What do you want me to do?”

I blink at his question. Oh, here we go again. The teasing.

“You know what I want you to do.”

“No I don’t. Tell me.”

For a slight moment, I gave him this rancid, desired stare. And then, knowing for a fact that it would only amuse him, I turned my head up to look at the ceiling. Bashfully, I puckered my lips and rolled my eyes.

“You know what I want you to do. I want you to do me. Do me now!”

He smiled at me with a pleased stare.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

I gasped loudly when I felt him enter me forcefully, filling me so quickly that I hardly had anytime to react properly. A loud scream passed my lips as he leaned over me, kissing my neck and inching himself in more. I don’t even know why this affected me much anymore. We had done this at least… I don’t know… Close to a hundred times? Then again, it could be less than a hundred times . . . Probably close to fifty or less, I don’t know. I just know that it shouldn’t be still affecting so much.

As if on que, I reached up and placed my hands onto his shoulders, preparing myself for another ride of my life. Dad groaned, pulling back his hips and then thrusting inside of me once more, making me gasp against his chest and dig my nails into his shoulders vigorously. For some strange reason, my dad had reached down and placed his hand up against me mouth. But, I hadn’t minded a bit, because I was too busy feeling my insides starting to be filled over and over and over again. Oh god, I felt myself starting to fall apart from the schemes.

"Uh hn!”

My became several tones deeper and heavy with sex. Smirking cockily, he took his hand from my mouth and watched me start panting. "If you’ve got something to say, then say it," he grinned before moving to thrust in again wrenching a cry from me once more. "I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make you scream so loud, your voice will the hoarse in the morning. So hoarse that it’ll HURT,” he said as he began to establish a demanding pace with me, his movements becoming rough and wild heightening the friction between our bodies.

"OH OH, OH GOD! N-no, dad slow down; the neighbors will hear us-," I groaned. "They’ll-they’ll hear us!” My hands were starting to grip tighter into my father’s shoulder blades as he moved against me.

"Let them.” My dad grinned, pressing his face to the curve of my neck. "Let them know I’m banging you like an animal, you think I care?"

"Dad..." I groaned once more, my voice already starting to raise. "No... oh please...AH!"

He increased his pace and the amount of force he was using, pinning me tightly in place as his hips moved harshly against me.

My dad’s pants turned from gasps for breath to first soft then louder as he began to start reaching his climax. As for me, I felt my eyes starting to roll back into my head as he I felt him pounding hard and fast up against that usual spot inside of me that made me turn to putty. I heard the distinct sound of pictures being taken again, but I was too out of it to even request for him to stop. (This was embarrassing. Taking pictures of me as you do this to me. You kinky BASTARD.) My dad’s groans were coming closer and closer together, and I could foresee what was coming next. I felt myself losing it; my body was arched so that my head was leaning back against the desk, my silent shouts became to turn into loud screams, my body was beginning to shake violently.

“OH, DAD! DAD!”

Another, fast and rough thrust inside me.

Another one.

And another one.

“AAH-!”

I bit my lip, looking up at my dad as I slowly began to form words. His eyes were closed shut, and his head was directed up towards the ceiling. Soft whimpers (that hide something DEEPER) started coming pass my lips.

“Ahh… Ahh…! IKU, IKU! IKU, IKU!” (2)

We both reached our peaks together in a mind-blowing tidal wave of sensations. I nearly felt tears in my eyes as I came all over my dad’s lower stomach and chest; my insides became filled with warm semen as my dad came hard inside of me. Groaning, he fell against me, nearly collapsing on my body. The only thing I did was lie there, staring up at the roof and gasping for air.

For a while, we lied there in silence, slowly recovering.

The silence was broken by my father laughing.

“Screamer,” he chuckled as he took another picture of me.

“Masochist,” I retorted back as I smiled a bit.

He saved the image, and then closed his phone, placing it onto the desk somewhere. Moving my hair out of my face, he gave me one more smile.

“Geez, you were more photogenic than I thought you would be.”

“Whatever… And, you better burying those deep into your phone somehow. I’m mom caught a hold of those images she would-” He placed his finger up against my lips to quiet me down. “Already planned for, my good child.”

Beaming at him happily, I nudged his face over with my own and reached upward to plant a kiss on his lips. And he kissed back with equal passion and affection.

Dammit.

Another mess to clean up.

OWARI

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1. Seiji’s brother was hardly ever mentioned in the other two stories previous to this. His little brother’s name is Shiro, and he’s ten years old. They are both 5 years a part; so, you get the deal. XD

2. “IKU, IKU” means “I’m cumming”. Seiji repeated this sentence two times. Of course, if you used context clues, you may have found a way to know what it meant. Then again, not really. XD

Another session filled with buttsex comes to a close. That took seven pages! A new record for a oneshot. I hope you enjoyed it:) See ya on my next story!