Date: Sat, 5 May 2018 14:08:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 4 (gay/incest)

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BARBER SHOP TEDDY

PART 4

A sharp slap on my ass woke me up. "Are you gonna stay in bed all day?" Dad
laughed as he stood over me and buttoned his shirt.

"What time is it?" I groaned, rolling over on my back and squinting at the
clock.

"Time for me to get to work," Dad replied. "Before I go, I just wanted to
let you know how much I enjoy having you here."

"That's good," I muttered. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"If that thing will let you," Dad laughed, nodding at my crotch, where a
morning hardon was creating quite an impressive tent in the sheets.

"You mean this old thing?" I laughed and pushed the sheet down to reveal my
tented pajama bottoms. I quickly unbuttoned the front opening, reached in,
pulled my hard cock into view, and waved it about.

"I wish I could just lay about in bed all day, pulling on my pud," Dad
grinned as he sat beside me on the edge of the bed to pull on a shoe.

"I just might do that," I replied, slowly stroking my cock as a clear,
shiny bead of precum oozed out of my slit. "Mmmmm," I sighed.

"Enjoy it while you can," Dad said, pulling on his other shoe.

"Doesn't it look like I am?" I asked, casually reaching down to pull my
smooth balls through the front opening in my pajamas while continuing to
stroke my shaft. Dad looked from my face to my cock and back again. I let
my mouth drop open slightly as a moan escaped.

"It sure does," Dad replied softly.

I closed my eyes and continued pumping my cock. A quick swipe over the head
coated my palm with precum, and I stroked it down my shaft. I could feel
Dad taking hold of my ankle, but I didn't really think about it until a
warm wetness engulfed my big toe. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to
look down at Dad, who was leaning over the foot of the bed now and sucking
on my big toe, the one he hadn't taken care of last night.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," I moaned.

Dad let my toe slip out of his mouth and grinned at me as he said, "I
promised to take care of the other one for you, and I always keep my
promises." He then resumed sucking on my toe but kept eye contact with me.

"Massage my foot," I begged as my fist tightened on my cock and I started
pumping faster. Dad gripped my foot with both hands and massaged the sole
with both thumbs while he continued sucking on my toe. Having your dad suck
your toe when you've both had a few beers was one thing. Having him do it
in the stone-cold-sober morning was a completely different thing.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, sending tremors through my toe and up into my body.

"Oh fuck, Dad," I grunted, suddenly pounding my cock for all I was
worth. Faster and faster. Tightening my grip on my balls. Firmer and
firmer. Jacking. Pumping. Stroking. "Oh fuck," I repeated as my body began
to tense up. Dad just continued to massage my foot, suck my toe, and look
up into my eyes. "Oh fuck, Dad. Oh fuck!" I repeated. Getting louder and
louder. Pumping faster. Pulling my balls. "FUCK!" I roared, thrusting my
cock through my fist and unleashing a huge load of jizz. Huge. HUGE! The
fucking stuff sprayed all over me. Coating my belly. Streaking my pajama
top. Smacking me in the face with a few shots. I panted
quickly. Loudly. Almost grunting. Trying to relax.

"Impressive," Dad laughed after letting my toe slip from his mouth.

"That was fucking awesome, Dad!" Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue
and licked up a shot of cum that had landed just on the left edge of my
lips.

"Does it taste good?" Dad asked casually.

"Uh, yeah," I finally answered.

"As good as mine did last night?" Dad asked, still in a completely casual
manner.

I hesitated, but Dad didn't look upset or anything. Hell, he'd just sucked
my toe and watched me jack off. If he was upset about me eating his cum
without permission, he wouldn't have done either of those things. "Your cum
is the best I ever tasted," I finally replied, "because it came out of
you."

Dad hesitated. Finally, he replied, "I have to get to work, but you and I
need to have a serious talk tomorrow."

"Just a talk?" I asked, casually trailing my fingers through the cum on my
belly. I couldn't help myself.

Dad hesitated again but then he grinned. "Stay out of trouble while you're
on your own," he said as he crossed to the bedroom door.

"You too," I replied as he walked out of the room. "Hey, wait!" I
yelled. "Why tomorrow?!"

Dad leaned back into view and said, "Because I have a hot date
tonight. Don't wait up." He gave me a quick wink and then disappeared
again.

After being momentarily annoyed that Dad was going on a pussy hunt after
what had happened between us, I relaxed and started to spread the cooling
cum all over my body. Soft, slow, relaxing motions. I closed my eyes and
imagined Dad letting me suck on his cock after his frigid date sent him
home without any relief. I licked my lips as I imagined his cock sliding
through them. I imagined my mouth overflowing with daddy cum, shot directly
from the source, not licked off his belly. Warm daddy cum. Shooting right
into my mouth. My cock started twitching. It was going to be a long day.

*****

I tried to get on with the day, but it wasn't easy. My thoughts kept
wandering back to the talk that Dad had planned for the next day, and my
pervy mind kept pushing it from a chat to a blowjob. Sucking Dad's fat
cock. Swallowing his creamy jizz. And I would have to jack off yet
again. Not that it wasn't fun, but it wasn't what I needed. I needed the
real thing, or at least a close approximation.

"Hey, Mr. Warner," I said as I entered the barber shop.

Mr. Warner looked up from the customer he was working on, glanced at the
clock, which indicated that it was barely after 1 p.m., and asked, "What
are you doing here, Teddy?"

"I came for the follow-up shave you promised me," I replied casually.

"I thought you were coming later," he replied.

"I decided I'd rather cum earlier," I said with a grin as I put my backpack
on the floor, grabbed a magazine, and sat down to wait.

"Sounds good to me," the customer said.

I looked in the mirror and saw that it was Mr. Warner's brother sitting in
the barber chair and smiling at me. "Oh, hey, Mr. Warner 2," I said to
Larry's uncle.

"You can save the 'Mr. Warner' for my brother or my dad. You're old enough
just to call me Owen now."

"Thanks, Owen," I replied as casually as I could. Owen was Larry's only
uncle, and he spent almost as much time at their house as I did when I was
in high school. Of course, I spent most of my time there getting fucked by
Larry. More than once, though, I fantasized about Owen catching us and
deciding to take a turn fucking me himself. That fantasy was fueled by the
fact that Owen had never married and obviously worked out a lot.

Owen was a late "surprise" for his parents, which meant he was several
years younger than his siblings. As a result, Owen could just as easily
have passed for Larry's much older brother instead of his uncle. "I heard
you were home for spring break," Owen said as Mr. Warner resumed working on
his hair.

"Yeah," I confirmed, giving Owen another look and confirming that he was
still hot. "Staying with my dad."

"I thought you were at your mom's," Mr. Warner said, giving me a quick
surprised look.

"She's on the rag," I replied, "or at least acting like it."

"Women," Owen laughed. "Can't live with 'em. Can't fuck without 'em."

"I can," I laughed without thinking. I'd become a lot more relaxed about my
sexuality when I was at college, and I obviously hadn't managed to rein it
back in for the hometown crowd.

Owen looked at me in the mirror and raised an eyebrow while he pondered for
a moment. Finally, he said, "Was it Teddy you were talking about earlier?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Warner objected lamely.

"I'm talking about the kid who practically forced a blowjob on you last
night." Owen looked at me and added, "My brother's never been able to keep
anything like that a secret, not from me."

I glanced at Mr. Warner in the mirror and saw him looking at me like a deer
caught in the headlights. I'd never seen a grown man blush, but I was sure
he was doing that as well. In a split second, I decided to take the heat
off of him. "Yeah, he was talking about me. I like cock. You got a problem
with that?"

"Only if you're picky," Owen replied, and I got the distinct impression
that his hand was moving underneath the barber cloth that covered his lap.

"Owen," Mr. Warner objected softly.

I gulped, put down the magazine, and stood up. "Yeah, I can be picky," I
said as I walked over to the door, locked it, and turned the "Closed" sign
outward. "But don't worry," I said as I pulled down the door shade, "you're
definitely on the 'I want it' list." I pulled down the window shades and
then turned to face the brothers.

"Now, boys," Mr. Warner objected.

"You just keep working on my head," Owen ordered as he pulled up the barber
cloth, "while Teddy gets busy on my other head."

The moment I saw the cock mound straining against the zipper of Owen's
jeans, I knew for sure that he wasn't just kidding me. "I thought you'd
never ask," I said, hurrying over toward the chair.

"Spin me around to give him room," Owen ordered, and Mr. Warner turned the
chair to face into the room instead of the mirror.

"Thanks," I said, eagerly fumbling with Owen's belt. I didn't wait for
permission or for him to do it. I couldn't wait. Once the belt was open, I
quickly tugged to get his jeans unbuttoned. And then with one quick jerk, I
yanked the zipper down. Owen's hard cock immediately pushed itself and his
plaid boxers out through the opening.

"Looks like Little Owen wants to play," Mr. Warner laughed.

"Not so little," Owen replied with a grin. "Now, you concentrate on my
hair, bro. I don't want to end up bald like this one here," he said
reaching out to rub my shaved head as I leaned over his crotch. "Feels
nice."

"You ain't felt nothing yet," I replied, grabbing the waistband of his
boxers to pull them out and down, releasing his stiff rod.

"Time to see if you are as talented as my brother said you are," Owen
replied, casually lifting his hips and shoving his jeans and underwear down
onto his thighs, leaving his cock and hairy balls on full display.

"Oh yeah," I muttered, wrapping my fist around the warm shaft and giving it
a few slow strokes. I watched as a bead of precum oozed out of the slit,
and then I leaned down to lap it up.

"Oh yeah," Owen echoed when he felt my tongue flick across the tip of his
dick. His grasp on my head tightened, and he lifted his hips, pressing his
cock against my lips. "Suck me, Teddy, suck me," he moaned. I braced myself
on the arms of the barber chair, opened my mouth, and let the cock slide
in. "Oh yeah," Owen sighed, as my lips tightened behind the head of his
cock and slowly slid farther and farther down the shaft.

"You want the back straight or rounded this time," Mr. Warner asked.

"I don't fucking care," Owen growl. "Fuck, take my cock, Teddy. Take it
all. Swallow it, boy," he ordered, gently pressing down on the back of my
head, as if I needed any force to get me to suck cock. "That's it. Oh yeah,
that's it," he muttered. "Fucking swallow me to the balls."

I quickly dropped my hands from the chair arms to the edge of the seat, so
I could lean in farther. Burying my nose in Owen's pubes. Shaking my head
to work my throat all around his shaft. Breathing through my nose so I
could use my throat muscles to massage his throbbing cock.

"All done," Mr. Warner said.

"He's hardly started," Owen laughed.

"I'm talking about your hair," Mr. Warner replied.

"Who can think about hair with a mouth this talented on his cock?" Owen
groaned. "Oh god yeah," he moaned as I finally started pulling back,
letting Owen's cock slide slowly out of my throat and through my
lips. "Suck me, Teddy."

"I told you he was good," Mr. Warner replied.

"You weren't kidding," Owen gasped as I began to pick up my pace. Sucking
his cock. Bobbing my head. Flicking my tongue. "That's it, Teddy, suck
Uncle Owen's cock. That's it, boy."

"Owen!" Mr. Warner hissed.

"Shut the fuck up. He likes sucking Uncle Owen's cock. Don't you, boy." The
last comment was a frank observation, definitely not a question.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned eagerly as I kept bobbing and slurping and sucking.

"Wants to eat a load of Uncle Owen's cum."

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned eagerly in agreement again.

"Or would you rather have it up your ass?"

"Owen!" Mr. Warner objected, and I guessed that he hadn't told his brother
about that particular part of our previous encounter.

However, I quickly pulled my mouth off of Owen's cock and said, "Yes,
please." Without any further encouragement, I turned to face the mirror,
shoved my jeans down to my knees (revealing my commando ass), and leaned
forward to grip the ledge under the mirror for balance.

"It's been a while since I've found such an eager ass around here," Owen
observed as he sprang from the chair, pulled off the barber cloth, and got
in place behind me.

"Take it easy," Mr. Warner ordered.

"It's good. I'm lubed already," I said.

Owen swiped a finger between my ass checks and grinned when it came back
with lube on it. He looked in the mirror at his brother and said, "Looks
like he came ready for more than a touch-up shave, big bro."

I looked in the mirror and saw Mr. Warner blush again. "Are you going to
talk all day?" I said, again letting Mr. Warner off the hook.

"Does this feel like talk?" Owen asked as he stepped closer and pushed his
rigid cock between my butt cheeks.

"It doesn't feel like fucking," I replied with a grin in the mirror.

Owen grinned back at me as he pushed his cock deeper until it found my
slick pucker. "How about his?" he asked as he pressed harder.

"FUCK YEAH!" I bellowed as his cock popped into my ass and slid deeper and
deeper in a smooth, penetrating stroke. "That's it," I panted, trying to
catch my breath.

"Too much for you?" Owen asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.

"Not on your life," I assured him. "Fuck me...Uncle Owen."

"That's it, boy," Owen replied as he slowly pulled his cock out and then
pushed it back in. Out. In. Out. In. "Take your uncle's cock," he
whispered.

"It feels so good," I moaned.

"Sure does," Owen replied as he picked up his pace.

"Harder, Uncle Owen, harder," I begged.

"Take it," Owen grunted as he slammed his cock up my ass. Again and
again. Harder and harder. "Fucking take my cock!"

"Easy, Owen," Mr. Warner said, with a nervous tinge to his voice.

"It's all good, Mr. Warner," I assured him. "Harder, Owen!"

"See, the fucking boy likes his uncle's cock," Owen laughed.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned with every thrust of his throbbing cock. "Fuck
me, Uncle Owen. Fuck me, Uncle Owen," I grunted.

"Oh yeah," Owen grunted back. "Gonna give you a load of uncle cum soon
too."

"Yes! Fill me with cum, Uncle Owen. Fuck me full of cum!"

"That's just what I'm gonna do!" he growled, tightening his grip on my hips
and pumping his cock in and out of my ass, faster and faster. "Gonna fill
this tight ass with your uncle's cum. Gonna fuck you full. Gonna cream your
insides."

"I'M GONNA CUM!" I yelled, suddenly realizing that my cock and balls had a
mind of their own and were ready to explode.

"Me too," Owen growled, adjusting his position to lean in for a wraparound
grip on my cock as he continued pumping his own dick frantically and
forcefully in my ass.

"FUCK!" I moaned as my cock slid quickly through Owen's fist and his cock
plunged rapidly in my ass.

I could feel Owen's breath on my neck. Hot. Panting. Quick. "Gonna fill you
with uncle cum," he hissed. "Gonna jizz your ass. Come on. Shoot your load
for me, Larry. Shoot that load while your uncle fills your ass."

Whether it was a slip of the tongue or not, the idea that Owen was really
thinking about fucking Larry's ass set me off. "OH FUCK, UNCLE OWEN!" I
yelled, thrusting my cock through Owen's fist, shooting load after load
after load of cum onto the barber shop floor.

"FUCK YEAH!" Owen bellow, ramming his cock into my spasming, orgasming
ass. Pulling out. Slamming in. "I'M CUMMING, BOY!" he roared as he buried
his cock in my ass and froze. "TAKE UNCLE OWEN'S CUM!" he growled as his
body shook and his cock throbbed and his cum blasted into
me. Hot. Creamy. Cum. Jizz. Seed. "FUCK!" he grunted. "FUCK! FUCK! Fuck!
Fuck." Finally, I could feel his body relax. "Shit," he sighed. "Thanks, I
needed that," he whispered before giving me a soft kiss on the back.

"I did too," I assured him.

Owen finally pulled his spent cock out of me and collapsed back into the
barber chair. "If all you got was a blowjob, brother, you got short
changed," he laughed. "Go on, give it a try."

"Owen," Mr. Warner objected. "That's not--"

I met Mr. Warner's gaze in the mirror and assured him, "I'm ready if you
are."

Mr. Warner looked both eager and stressed. Finally, he clarified the
problem. "But you've already got Owen's..."

"The best lube in the world," Owen laughed.

"But you're my brother."

"Well, if that's all you're worried about," I said as I pulled my jeans up
enough to walk across to my backpack and pull out a condom. "This will let
you get all the benefits of Owen's lubricating cum without getting any of
it on your cock. No need for you to cross that pervy family boundary line,"
I assured him with a wink.

Mr. Warner took the condom and I resumed my fuck-me position. I looked at
him in the mirror and saw him give Owen a quick glance. "Get it while it's
hot," Owen said, but Mr. Warner still hesitated.

I smiled and said, "Show your brother how a real man fucks."

"Fuck you, Teddy!" Owen laughed.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to get your brother to do," I
confirmed. "Come on, Mr. Warner. Please," I begged, wiggling my ass at him
and feeling some of Owen's cum leak out and trail down my inner thigh. "I'm
really horny today! You'd be doing me a huge favor."

That last comment finally made Mr. Warner smile. "Well, when you put it
that way," he said, stepping up behind me. He placed the edge of the condom
wrapper between his teeth to free up his hands. Once his trousers were open
and his throbbing uncut cock was released, he ripped the wrapper open and
pulled out the condom. He tossed the empty wrapper on the floor, pulled his
foreskin back with one hand, and quickly rolled the condom down over his
cock with the other hand. "Here we go," he said as he pushed the head of
his covered cock between my butt cheeks. "Damn," he growled when his dick
just slid right into my cum-lubed asshole without any resistance. "Oh
yeah," he sighed as he buried himself inside me.

Mr. Warner rested for a few seconds, even though my ass obviously didn't
need to adjust. Finally, just when I thought he was going to pull out, I
whispered, "Fuck me, Daddy." He froze and looked at me in the mirror for a
few seconds more.

"What's the holdup?" Owen asked. "Did I open him up too wide for you?"

Mr. Warner stared at me in the mirror and then leaned forward over my
back. I straightened up a bit until Mr. Warner's lips were at my
ear. "Okay, Son," he whispered. I flashed a huge smile at him and he
returned it before he stood erect again, pulled his cock slowly out of my
ass, and then pushed it back in just as slowly.

*****

Mr. Warner took his time fucking me, but it felt good to get fucked slowly
and gently after the pounding that Owen had given me. Owen, of course, had
time to recover, so I sucked another load out of him just as his brother
finally shot a load of jizz into my ass. I had fun pretending that I was
getting filled with cum by my own dad and uncle. If only Larry knew what he
was missing.

*****

After all the cum was cleaned up and Mr. Warner had sprayed some air
freshener to mask the smell of sex, he was ready to re-open for afternoon
business. I told him that I would definitely be back for a fresh shave
before the end of my break, and he assured me that I was welcome at any
time.

Owen followed me out of the shop, and we walked along together in silence
for a short while. Finally, without looking at me, Owen said, "I would like
to see you again sometime."

"The next time you can't find a woman to fuck?" I laughed.

"The next time I just feel like being near you," he replied.

I stopped in my tracks. Owen walked a couple more steps before he
stopped. After a moment, he turned to face me. "I don't understand," I
finally said.

"I've had a thing for you for years, Teddy," he admitted, "but I didn't
think..."

"Wait," I said, stunned. "You're gay?"

"Yeah," he replied, "but no one around here knows."

"Well, your brother might have a clue after this afternoon," I grinned.

"No," Owen laughed. "He's more dense than that. He'll think I was just as
horny as he was."

"I don't know, he probably noticed that you really got into the whole
'uncle' thing," I smiled.

"Sorry about that," Owen said.

"No, it's good," I assured him. "And I'm 99.9% sure he didn't hear you call
me Larry when you were cumming."

"Shit, I hoped you hadn't heard that."

"So, have you and Larry ever..."

"NO!" he said with a shocked expression.

"Well," I have, I smiled. "He's really good."

"I don't think we should talk about Larry," Owen said nervously.

"Okay," I said, resuming our walk.

Owen paused, but then he joined me. "I shouldn't have said anything," he
muttered.

"What? About having the hots for me? You should have said something
sooner."

"Really?" he asked with surprise.

"Yeah, when I wasn't having sex with Larry or fantasizing about sex with
his dad, I was desperately wanting you to notice me and want me."

"Oh, I did," Owen laughed. "Just a dirty old man."

"Jeez, you're not that old."

"Old enough," Owen frowned.

"You're just the right age, as far as I'm concerned. And I would really
like to hang out with you some more while I'm here."

"Are you sure?" Owen asked. "It's not too weird now?"

"No weirder than getting fucked by brothers who just might possibly be
fantasizing about fucking my best friend instead, their own son and
nephew."

"Please don't, Teddy."

"I think it's hot," I assured him. "And I probably shouldn't be telling
you, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, Larry and I have had the odd, and I do mean odd, conversation about
incest sex."

"Really?" Owen was obviously shocked.

"Yeah, after he and I had a session with your brother," I laughed.

"What?!"

"Larry caught him fucking me and joined the party."

"My brother Charlie fucked you before today?" Owen replied with surprise.

"Yeah," I confirmed, "and Larry caught him at it and joined in."

"Damn," Owen whispered, "my big brother didn't bother to mention any of
that."

"They didn't do anything to each other!" I clarified quickly. "But your
family sure has potential." I stepped in front of Owen and he stopped
short. "And not just for sex," I said seriously before giving him a long,
slow, tongue-probing, wet kiss.

When the kiss ended, Owen looked around nervously but then met my eyes
again. "Teddy, I..."

"Let's just see where it goes." I said casually, and then I started walking
again, but with a definite new spring in my step.

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