Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2015 22:03:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Sam Nifty Subject: DAD WITH SONS - ROD & CURT PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY.ORG Nifty.org needs your support in order to continue providing stories like this one without charge. PLEASE DONATE whatever you can. Details on how you can do that, at the end. Thank you. _______________________ DAD WITH HIS SONS - ROD AND CURT is an original piece of fiction. If you are under 18, you should stop right here. This story contains kinky sex and could fall under incest and authoritarian genres. If you are not interested in these themes, you might want to keep away. I would love to receive your comments and feedback, and your fantasies as well, if you would like to share them with me. Please email me at nifty_addict@yahoo.com Sam Nifty _______________________ DAD WITH HIS SONS - ROD AND CURT I was a bit under the weather and decided to go home early from work. I drove into the driveway of my house and was surprised to see my son, Rodney's car parked there. Oh, he's back home for the weekend, I said to myself, feeling absolutely thrilled. I love my 19 year old son. We share a beautiful relationship. He is considered a hunk in his college, an alpha male, a macho fuker, the kind girls love to spread their legs for. He had been lapped up by his college for his foot ball skills and he could rarely come during the weekends because of his rigorous practice regimen. I was therefore a bit anxious by this unscheduled visit, though extremely happy. I decided to surprise him, so I parked the car quietly and entered the house. Rod was not to be seen in any of the rooms below, so I presumed he would be in his bedroom upstairs. I gingerly walked up the flight of stairs. It was all quiet - no loud music like I would have expected. As I approached his room, I heard Rod issuing commands in a harsh tone, but the words I could not follow. These were accompanied by moaning sounds. Oh, he fuking some girl, I said to myself. I looked in though the door that was slightly ajar, and was taken aback by what I saw. Rod was standing stark naked with his back to the door, displaying his juicy bubble butt. A butt which was developing a fine carpet of fur. Kneeling in front of him was my 14 year old son, Curt, sucking his cock. "Suck your bro's cock, BITCH," said Rod harshly. "Suck it HARD." Rod slapped Curt. "No teeth, CUNT." I could barely breath as I watched my sons - Rod pumping hard, and Curt, sucking with great passion, and choking intermittently. I realized I was getting hard and was involuntarily stroking my crotch. Rod was the quintessential hunk. He had the most chiseled body for a 19 year old. He was broad-shouldered like his dad - yes that's me - with excellent thighs and chest. His butt I have already described. He wasn't as hairy as I was, but I would give him some time for that - I am sure, within a few years, he would be a hairy fuker too, like me. A bit about myself. I am 45, built very much like Rod, except for a slight paunch. Unlike Rod, I have enormous nipples. I love to get them bitten and sucked. To get back to that day.... I moved away from Rod's door. I didn't know what to do. I decided the best thing for me to do was retrace my steps and enter the house once again, this time without catching them unawares. I tiptoed out of the house, got back into the car and drove around for the next 10 minutes. I then called Curt, so that they could be warned. " Curt, are you still in school? I finished early today, do you want me to pick you up?" "No Dad, am home already. Rod's down for the weekend and he picked me up." "Wow! That is a pleasant surprise. I will be home in the next 5 minutes," I said, trying to sound surprised, excited, but I was still in a state of mild shock. Curt would certainly have been surprised by my call. I don't remember when I had last displayed such concern. It was known in our family of three, that Rod was my favorite. He got all my attention and affection, without reservation; but Curt barely got any, except for grunts, sarcasms and cynical remarks. He had gotten used to being constantly compared to his older brother. Rod got whatever he asked for - the latest sports shoes, bags, mobile phones, jeans- plus a decent allowance. Curt, on the other hand, had to be happy, most often, with the hand-me-downs from Rod. The stuff Rod got tired of, is good stuff anyway, so Curt had no reason to complain, I rationalized. I tried to correct this attitude of mine towards Curt, but with his effeminate ways he annoys me no end and I have never felt nor have I been able to show any genuine affection for him. And I have to admit that there have been times I have even enjoyed beating him up for minor mistakes. Especially after a couple of drinks. If he feels discriminated against, tough luck. The excuse I have used for my strong dislike of Curt is that his Mom died during childbirth and left me bereaved. But nothing can be farther from the truth. I considered my wife just an orifice for my beautiful 8 inch cock to pump. She was like many others I fuked on a regular basis - my neighbor's daughter, my boss's wife, my son's baby sitter.... The list was long. Once I even fuked two cheerleaders together. Both 20 years younger than me. It is not like I raped any of them. They all wanted some rough, manly sex, something their husbands or boyfriends couldn't provide. And my services were available with no romantic strings attached. Unfortunately I have not been very promiscuous the past couple of years. I have restricted sex to say a dozen women - my secretary at work, my boss's wife, occasionally my brother's wife when she is in town, and few girls who were in school with my son Rod, now in different local colleges. I also screwed fags, but for a fee. The fukers paid well to have their assholes pumped. No woman can suck cock, the way a fag does. Fags seem to have no limits when it comes to sucking and licking and consuming body fluids or excretions of the men they service. They enjoy humiliating themselves and I was more than happy humiliating them and treating them like shit. Another game I learnt from the fags is getting my asshole sucked... rimmed. They loved do it and I loved getting it done. However dirty it was or bad it smelt, the bitches loved to suck and lick it, dingleberries and all and clean it up for me. One of my lucrative fag fuks was my neighbour, Tucker, whose daughter I fuked as well. Sorry to digress, but this detail is very interesting. Tucker loved to hear graphic details of the way I fuked his daughter, while getting fucked himself. The more kinky it got, the more I got paid. Maybe I will tell you the story of this kinky bastard some day. Anyway to get back to the present. When I re-entered the house, Rod was on the sofa watching TV, innocently, as though nothing had ever happened. "Hey Dad," he jumped to his feet. I clasped him. "Love you son," I whispered in his ear. "What brings you home this weekend?" "Oh, just felt like it Dad.... Actually Coach Brad has taken this weekend off. His daughter got married yesterday and he wanted to take a break for a couple of days.... You home early today?" "Yeah, not feeling too well." We slouched back on the sofa, my arm still over his shoulder, still practically hugging each other. Our relationship though not sexual, was surprisingly very physical. He would rest his head on my shoulder and stoke my bare chest and nipples and tug at the chest-hair. I would stroke his head. I took off my shirt and reclined on the sofa, bare-bodied. "The daughter who got married, is that the one you were humping?" "Yes... this is really funny, you must listen to the whole story, but over beer." Rod shouted out to Curt, "Hey CUNT, beer for us." I gave him a mock angry look. "Sorry, I meant Curt," Rod broke into a loud laugh. I laughed too. "I am sure Cunt won't mind. He has a sense of humor." Curt came with 2 cans of beer and a hurt look on his face. "Hey, don't give those sullen looks, boy. Learn to take a joke." I laughed. "Come closer my love." I grabbed Curt by his hair and gave it a twisted. "Smile. I don't want you with that expression all night long." He winced with pain. I twisted the clutch of hair harder. "Smile Cunt," chipped in Rod. "Smile, and I will let go. SMILE." Curt managed a smile and I let go of his hair. He fell on the floor, tears forming in his eyes. I gave him a sweet smile and winked. Rod too was on the floor, but rolling with laughter. He has this mean, nasty streak, just like his dad. "Curt, now get going. Go and do your homework." I poked him in the crotch with my foot, Rod kicked his ass. "Is that how you kick the ball in the field?" "Much harder," said Rod, and kicked the boy's butt real hard. "Don't hurt the poor Cunt." I said, laughing uncontrollably, seeing Curt stumble and fall. That made Rod kick Curt even harder. "Let's get back to your story. I got a strange email from your coach praising you for your help." "Yes, I was helping out with the wedding prep this week, carrying stuff to the house, and doing other jobs, and on one of these errands, I started fuking the bride in her room. Coach Brad walks in on us with our pants down. I froze, expecting him to explode like he does on the football field and bodily throw me out of the house. But he stood watching us for a few seconds, winked at me and walked out of the room." "You should be careful boy," I said. "You could have got thrown out of the team and the college." "Don't worry Dad.... he seemed to get some perverse kick seeing me fuk his girl...The next few days he would regularly ask for me to help with the prep at their house. He would wink at me conspiratorially whenever I went up to his girl's room. I fuked the bride a few times a day, right till half an hour before she walked down the aisle with her dad. That is the kinkiest pleasure I ever had." "Half an hour before she walked down the aisle?" "Couch and the bride were waiting all dressed in the side room. There was delay because the boy's parents were held up, and wouldn't get there for at least half an hour. . I went to inform Coach Brad that it would take some time, at least another 30 mins. Would he want to step out and have a drink? Instead he asked me to step in and lock the door. His daughter needed some help with the outfit, that it was hurting her. He stood looking out the window with his back to us. His girl and I immediately got into the act. The bitch had no problem getting fuked with her dad in the room. Initially he stood only listening to me and his sweet girl moaning in pleasure. A couple of times I caught him stealing looks and finally he just turned around and stood watching us. Stroking himself." "Fuk, I wondered what he meant when I received his email telling me that you were such a help before the wedding. And he was particularly happy that his daughter enjoyed having him." "The whole thing was fukin hot. Imagine fuking the bride just before her wedding vows, with her father looking on. It couldn't get more kinky." "Seems like the 'Tucker syndrome'. Your Coach might just be a faggot; and even enjoy you fuking his asshole." Over the next few beers Rodney updated me with a other sexual exploits of his. A little while later Rod asked, "You aren't angry with me, are you Dad?" "Why would I ever be?" "I saw your reflection earlier when Curt and I were in the room. I knew you were watching us." I pulled him tighter to myself. "No my boy, why I would be angry with you. I know it is the cunt who seduced you. Isn't that what happened? He stretched out on the sofa, and put his head in my lap. "Yes. Dad, that's what happened!" "Were you sleeping when he sneaked in on you and slipped his hand into your boxers?" "Yes Dad, that's exactly how it happened." He smiled cockily at me, happy with the scenario I had created for him. "Tell me how exactly it happened, son?" He thought for a few moments, his eyes lit up wickedly, and then went on. "I got home, tired after a long drive. Had a shower and lay in bed in my boxers. I passed out. Suddenly I found hands in my boxers, stroking my cock. It was Curt feeling me up, begging me to let him suck my cock." I smiled, shaking my head. "I will always believe whatever you want me to believe, babe. You know that. But your brother has to be punished for such behavior. What do you say?" "I would love to watch his ass belted for this," Rod said enthusiastically. My evil boy I said to myself and smiled. I raised his arm and licked the sweat in his armpit. "CURT! DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW." I hollered. Curt walked in meekly. My tone had frightened him a bit, I could see that. "What is this I hear from Rod? He told me that you groped him when he was asleep and begged him to let you suck his cock?" "No Dad, that is not how it happened. He was the one who..." I slapped him hard across his face. "Are you trying to tell me you brother is lying just for the heck of it? I don't want you contradicting him. I want you telling me the truth." "I am telling you the truth..." He had another slap on his face. "I've had enough lies from you. I won't take this fukin shit." "Dad," said Rod. "There is one way to tell whether I am telling you the truth. Just see how happy he is sucking at a cock." I gave Rod a meaningful smile and then turned to Curt. "On your knees Cunt." I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the ground along with my underwear. I was all naked now in front of both my sons. Then I held Curt's head shoved my cock into his mouth. Curt pretended to resist for a while but once his lips were on my cock, he got down to work. I pumped his face and he took my 8" all the way to his throat. I looked at Rod. He was stroking his own cock his eyes half shut. When I nodded, he came and held on to me, stoking my chest and nipples and nuzzling against my neck. And just as I was about to ejaculate I found Rod shoving his tongue into my mouth. We began to kiss - long and hard and deep. Curt sucked out every drop of cum, but our kiss continued long after that. "I need to take a piss," I whispered in Rod's ear. "Just piss in his mouth, Dad." My cock was losing its erection, but I continued to push Curt's head on my cock. Then I let out a stream of warm piss into his mouth. Curt struggled to get his mouth off my cock. But both I and Rod held him in place. "Drink it up Bitch. Not a drop on the floor." yelled Rod. "Unless you want to be skinned alive." Soon Curt was drinking his Dad's piss. It was a great feeling, pissing into your son's mouth. He probably enjoyed it too, drinking his Dad's piss. But I couldn't care less. If Rodney suggested I piss in my son's mouth, then I was of course going to do it. The Saturday was productively spent... Rod and I made a perfect Bitch out of Cunt. We had to simply snap our fingers and he would be available for us to fuk or piss in his ass or mouth. Between all this he was the maid of the house - cleaning, washing, cooking On Sunday morning, I called up my beer buddy. We were to meet at his house for beer and brunch. "Ted, how would you like a blow job that is literally gonna blow you off? The best organsm you have ever experienced." "What do you have in mind, Troy?" "Why don't you come over to my place? I and Rod have been training a bitch to service men." "Who's this? Your neighbor's daughter?" "Much better... My younger son, Curt! The boy knows how to suck... that is if you smack him around a bit.And we have smacked him well and good till he learns to obey." "Sounds like a plan, Fuker. I will be there pronto, man." "You can get the other fukers too... Tim and John" Rod smiled at me. He threw the belt on the floor. He had just finished belting Cunt's smooth bare butt. I was in bed, my legs spread and Curt was eating my cock. Curt looked up, a terrified look in his eyes. "Don't worry my dove. You are gonna love servicing all the fukers," I said as yanked my cock from his mouth and I kicked him off the bed. "Go and get the living room ready for our horny guests and make sure there is enough beer in the fridge." I wanted to save my cum for the brunch. The boys are sure gonna enjoy watching a dad deposit his cum in the mouth and ass of his pansy son. Rod flopped over me, buried his face in my smelly armpit and began use his tongue hungrily. My exposed cock rubbed against his crotch. I dozed off as I stoked his back, massaged his lower back and fingered his asshole. _______________________ This is an original piece of fiction. 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