Date: Thu, 31 May 2018 17:50:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 7 (gay incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! BARBER SHOP TEDDY PART 7 "What time is it?" I muttered when I woke up as Dad climbed into bed. "After three," Dad replied. "Go back to sleep." "You sure?" I cooed as I reached out to fondle his crotch. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. "Sorry, Son, the tank's empty. Unloaded the balls three times with my date." "Lucky pussy," I muttered as I relaxed my grip on Dad's cock and rested my head on his hairy chest. "And I'm a lucky dad," he assured me, kissing me on the top of the head before relaxing into sleeping mode. I gently sucked on a nipple for a while before drifting back to sleep myself. ***** When I woke again, Dad was gone. And not just from the bed. He was gone from the apartment. I guessed that he hadn't wanted to risk being late for work a second day in a row. I expected my ass to be pretty raw and sensitive after the pounding Mr. Crow had given it the day before, but when I played with it in the shower, it felt pretty good. In fact, it felt so good that I kept playing with it while I stroked my cock and imagined Mr. Crow fucking me again. It wasn't long before I was spraying cum all over the shower. I spent the rest of the morning playing some computer games, and then I headed downtown to meet Adam Crow at the pizza place. ***** As my old fuckbuddy Adam and I sat across from each other wolfing down pizza, all I could do was picture him getting fucked by his dad's monster dick. I didn't know if he'd ever had the pleasure that I had, and I couldn't bring myself just to blurt out the question like I had with Mr. Crow. If only he'd given me a straight answer! "I was glad you called," Adam finally admitted. "I would have done it earlier, but I didn't know you were back in town too." "If you kept in better touch, you would have known." "Yeah, sorry about that," I apologized, although I could have reminded him that he was the one who went all freaky loner after graduation. "Too busy building your college hornball reputation?" "You're telling me you weren't?" I laughed. "I've been getting my fare share of dick," he admitted. "Same here," I grinned. "So we're good?" he asked, getting serious again. "Yeah," I replied. "Of course. It wasn't me who went all loner after graduation." My self-restraint had worn off. "Yeah, sorry about that. Lots of things were happening." "I guess so." I couldn't bring myself to pry, about his dad's dick or about his own post-graduation behavior. While Adam ducked his head and concentrated on eating another slice of pizza, my mind wandered back to the graduation party the previous spring. We'd been making out in the bathroom. Hot and heavy. Hands down pants. Tongues down throats. Suddenly, as I worked a hand around to the back of Adams pants and started fingering his crack, Adam broke free from our kiss and said, "I can't." I was shocked but managed a muttered "Okay" as I pulled my hands out of his pants. Adam made a rapid exist and we hadn't spoken again until the phone call that arranged the pizza date. "I'm sorry I freaked out," Adam finally said after he swallowed a mouthful of pizza. "At the graduation party." "It was a bit freaky, since it wasn't the first time we'd messed around," I agreed. "It's just that..." "Don't worry about it," I said. "We're good." We continued to eat in silence for a while. "So, is my dad fucking you or what?" Adam suddenly blurted out. "What?!" I replied with genuine surprise. "Jesus, Teddy, he got a boner while he was talking to you, and that's hard to miss." "He does have a big cock," I said without thinking. "So, it's true then?" "Yesterday was the first time ever. I swear. I thought it would rip me apart." "You get used to it," Adam replied casually as he took another bite of pizza. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "What the fuck," he asked, throwing the half-eaten slice onto his plate, "it doesn't matter what you think of me anymore." He leaned across the table and hissed, "Yeah, my dad fucks me. The first time was his graduation present to me. That's why I stopped you that night." "Fuck," I muttered, too surprised to think of anything else to say. Adam leaned forward and glared at me. "And I like it! So fuck you!" he growled as he started to stand up. I grabbed Adam's wrist to keep him from walking away from the table. I looked into his angry eyes and decided that he deserved the truth. "Mine too," I whispered back, "but only recently." Adam sat back down with a stunned expression on his face. "Fuck," Adam muttered in an echo of my own stunned reaction to his admission. He just stared at me for a few seconds and then robotically picked up his slice of pizza and took a bite without letting his eyes look away from mine. "So, boys," Mr. Spinelli, the owner of the pizza place, said as he approached the table. "Everything to your satisfaction?" Adam and I smiled at each other. With the air cleared and all revealed, we were suddenly at ease with each other again. It felt good to have my fuckbuddy back. Hell, it felt good to have my buddy back! After a pause and a mutual nod of agreement, we looked up and said in unison, "Yes, Mr. Spinelli. But we don't have any money to pay you." And then we started laughing. Any other customer who said that would have expected Mr. Spinelli to get angry and call the cops. Instead, for us, he just smiled and said, "I think our old payment arrangement still stands." That arrangement had gotten Adam, Larry, and me through high school without paying for a single slice of pizza, and we had had many over the years. For the longest time, I thought he was the only man in town who liked the company of other men, and settled for us. "Which of you is going to pay this time?" Mr. Spinelli asked. Adam and I looked at each other and smiled. "We'll split the bill," we said in unison. "I was hoping you would say that," Mr. Spinelli replied. "Follow me." He led us through the kitchen and back to the supply room. There were several shelves full of food and a desk for paying the bills. After he'd made sure that we were the only three in the room, he locked the door. As he started to undo his pants, he asked with a smile, "Which of you is going to pay the bill and which is going to leave the tip?" "I'll pay the bill," I said quickly, knowing that was the code for getting fucked. "I guess that means I'll leave the tip," Adam laughed, knowing that was the code for getting sucked. Mr. Spinelli had always been good about collecting the tip after we'd paid the bill. I grabbed a bottle of olive oil from a shelf and handed it to Mr. Spinelli as I approached the desk. "The only extra virgin thing in this room," I laughed as I undid my jeans, pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles, and leaned over the desk. I rested my chest on the surface and presenting my ass for payment. "I remember the day when it still was," he replied as he approached me and drizzled oil in my crack. Yes, Mr. Spinelli had been the first man to fuck my hole. It was the first time I didn't have the money to pay, and he suggested an "arrangement." I'd already been playing around with Larry and Adam, but we'd never fucked, just fingered. Mr. Spinelli had opened up my asshole and my world that day, and I'd never gone back. "Well, it might not be virgin, but it still likes your sausage," I said, reaching back and spreading my butt cheeks as Mr. Spinelli stroked olive oil along his shaft to get it slick and glistening. "I've missed you boys," Mr. Spinelli said as he stepped up and rubbed the head of his cock on my oiled hole. "Larry never stops by for pizza anymore," he added wistfully. He was probably remembering that after I told Larry and Adam how I'd "paid my bill," they both showed up at the pizza joint and were surprisingly without funds when they finished eating. Mr. Spinelli had opened up their virgin holes as well in lieu of a cash payment. I looked over my shoulder and said, "I'm ready for payment whenever you are, Mr. Spinelli." "Just wanna make sure I collect the right amount," he laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you'll know when the payment is complete," I replied. It was the usual banter that we'd been exchanging for years, but it was still fun. It kept the mood light and confirmed that there was nothing serious going on...just in. "Then let's get started," he replied and applied pressure to force the head of his cock into my oiled hole. "Oh yeah," I moaned when his dick slid into me and continued sliding smoothly, deeper and deeper. "Oh yeah," Mr. Spinelli moaned in echo. "As good as I remember. Mmmmmm." Adam climbed on the desk and stood over me. He was facing Mr. Spinelli, and it wasn't long before I heard Adam's zipper unzipping. "Ready to start collecting the tip too?" he asked. "Get it ready for me while I work on the bill," Mr. Spinelli replied. Then, without any more delay, he started fucking my ass. Sliding that oiled cock in and out of my hole. Pushing oil deep into me. Thrusting cock deep into me. I knew Adam was "getting it ready" by jacking his own cock in Mr. Spinelli's face. Getting it good and hard. Teasing Mr. Spinelli with the view. Hard cock. Swaying balls. "Oh god, fuck me," I moaned as Mr. Spinelli's thrusts repeatedly forced my thighs against the edge of the desk. My cock and balls were being dragged back and forth over the surface. Undoubtedly leaving a slimy trail of glistening precum. "Tighter, boy, tighter," Mr. Spinelli panted. "Oh yeah," he groaned when I did as instructed and clenched my butt on his drilling shaft. "That's it. Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted. "God, I've missed this." "Don't overcharge," I laughed. "I've never had complaints before," Mr. Spinelli panted as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my ass. I felt him drizzle more oil on my stretched ring and his plunging shaft. "Then you deserve a good tip," Adam growled, and I knew he was ready to have Mr. Spinelli's mouth on his cock. "Yes, please," Mr. Spinelli replied, and slurping noises soon joined the slap of flesh on flesh as he fucked my hole like a well-oiled machine. Faster and faster. Deeper. More insistent. Harder. Harder. "That's it," Adam growled. "Swallow my sausage, Mr. Spinelli." Mr. Spinelli grunted to signify his pleasure at having a mouth full of cock while his own cock was drilling my ass. If there was oil in it, virgin or otherwise, his cock was going to find it, no matter how deep it had to drill. "Fuck me, Mr. Spinelli, fuck me," I moaned. "Suck me, Mr. Spinelli, suck me," Adam growled. Mr. Spinelli was throwing his whole body forward and back, fucking and sucking. Moaning and groaning. Louder, faster, and more urgently. The pitch of his noises went up steadily. High and higher. Panting. Puffing. Sucking. Fucking. "MMMMPPHH!!!" he finally finished in a high squeal. "Fill his ass with cum," Adam ordered. "MMMMPPHH!!!" he squealed even higher and louder. "What was that?" Adam asked innocently. He must have pulled his cock out of Mr. Spinelli's mouth, because Mr. Spinelli roared, "I'M CUMMING!" and slammed his throbbing cock into my ass. Quick, hard, shallow fucks. "Do it, Mr. Spinelli," I moaned. "Do it." More quick, hard thrusts as he unloaded shot after shot of hot Italian jizz into my ass. "Fuck yeah," Adam growled. "Yeah, that's it! Oh yeah!" Mr. Spinelli froze and he panted in sharp, jagged, breaths. His body shook. His fingers dug into my skin. His cock continued throbbing in my ass. Oozing more cum into me. "Ohhhhh, booooooyyyyyyys," he finally hissed, and I could feel the tension released. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mr. Spinelli's face covered in Adam's cum. Mr. Spinelli stuck out his tongue and licked around his lips. "Mmmmm, a nice nutty sauce," he finally said with mock seriousness. "You must give me the recipe." "Sorry," Adam laughed. "Old family secret." He then leaned down and joined Mr. Spinelli in licking cum off of his face. "Mmmmm," he sighed as their lips met for a cum-filled kiss. Deep. Tasty. Satisfying. When they separated, Adam hopped off of the desk and Mr. Spinelli said, "I think that deserves a little extra tip." Before I knew it, he'd pulled his cock out of my ass and flipped me over on my back on top of his desk. In an instant, his mouth engulfed my cock and sucked eagerly. His rough hands squeezed my smooth balls as he fucked his throat with my cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned, grabbing his thick, black hair as his head bobbed over my crotch. "Eat me, Mr. Spinelli." "I think that's what he's doing," Adam laughed. "Oh fuck," I moaned when Mr. Spinelli forced a couple fingers into my cum-filled ass and started finger-fucking me in rhythm with the sucking. "I'm gonna cum," I panted. "I'm gonna cum." "That's the idea," Adam laughed. "FUCK!" I growled, gripping Mr. Spinelli's head firmly and shoving it down as I thrust my cock up, burying my dick in his throat. "FUCK!" I repeated as my cock began to throb and cum squirted into Mr. Spinelli. After the first few shots, I relaxed my grip and let Mr. Spinelli pull off enough that my jizz was shooting into his mouth. Coating his tongue. Filling his cheeks. More and more cum. Mr. Spinelli finally gulped the entire load down and sucked eagerly for more. I collapsed back on the desk and relaxed in sweaty exhaustion as Mr. Spinelli continued trying to draw more cum from my balls. "I think that's it," I finally sighed. "Not quite," Mr. Spinelli replied after he let my spent cock slip from between his lips. With a sly smile, he lifted my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, and planted his mouth on my asshole. His tongue penetrated me and dug deep in search of his own cum. He slurped and sucked and nibbled on my pucker. It felt amazing! "Damn, Mr. Spinelli!" Adam said. He was obviously impressed. I had to admit that Mr. Spinelli seemed to be more enthusiastic than he'd ever been before. Mr. Spinelli finally straightened up, licked his lips, grinned, and said, "I'm just so happy to see you boys. I've miss your payments." "And we've missed your pizza," Adam and I replied in unison. ***** "That was a fun trip down memory lane," Adam said as we left Spinelli's Pizzaria. "Yeah, I've missed it," I said. "I've missed you," I added softly after a pause. "I've missed you too," Adam replied. "I think we need to talk...about a lot of things," I said. "Before or after we find Dad and have him fuck your ass again?" Adam laughed. "I'm not sure I'm ready. That thing's huge." "You're telling me," Adam laughed. "How did it happen?" I asked as casually as I could. "You and your dad." Adam walked in silence for a little bit, and then he finally said, "It happened after Dad caught Larry fucking me while I was sucking you." "What?!" That was news to me. "He never!" "You guys didn't know, but he did. A few days before graduation. After you left, he asked me if I wanted to be fucked by a real man." "What did you say?" "I told him to fuck off, thinking he was just yanking my chain. I figured I was right when he let it drop. But the morning of graduation, he walked into my bedroom, whipped out his cock, and asked if I wanted my graduation present then or later." "Fuck," I muttered. That seemed to be all I could say when I couldn't think of anything else to say. "It was the first time I'd seen it up close and getting hard. I nearly died when he grabbed it and waved it in my face. 'You know you want it.' That's what he said. Just like it was a casual observation. No judgment. No insistence. He really did leave it up to me. He even said, 'It's yours if you want it.' And I did. I'd never even thought about it before, but in that moment, I knew that I wanted it desperately." "Fuck," I muttered again. When Adam gave me a nervous look, I added, "I know exactly what you mean." "By that point, his dick was completely hard, and he started stroking it slowly. I could see precum oozing out of it. I was mesmerized. I'd never seen anything like it." "Thanks a lot," I laughed. "Seriously, you gotta agree that you and Larry are no match for Dad," Adam laughed, finally lightening up a bit. "Okay, you have a point," I smiled back. "Anyway, he offered again to show me how a real man fucks." "Thanks again," I said sarcastically. "Without even really thinking about it, I reached out and took it in my hands. My own dad's cock. In my hands. It was so surreal. It felt so warm and soft, but so rigid at the same time. He let me play with it for a while, and then he asked again if I wanted to try getting fucked with it." "You must have panicked at that idea," I said, knowing my own reaction. "Actually, I just wanted to make him happy. He took his time. Lubing me up. Getting me open. Making me relax." "Where was your mother?" I suddenly asked. Adam laughed and replied, "Out buying her own last-minute graduation present for me. It was nice, but not as good as Dad's." "Kind of hard to top getting fucked by your own dad." "Exactly," Adam agreed. "Honestly, though, Teddy, there was nothing I wanted more at that point. I thought I was going to die when he finally did it, but seeing the pleasure on his face when he shot that first load in my ass made it worth it." "Fuck," I muttered, not longer worrying about originality. "I wanted to tell you guys but figured you'd hate me." "I wish you would have. I might have asked my own dad for a very different graduation present, instead of wasting almost a year to get it." "You and your dad really...? You're not just trying to make me feel less like a freak?" "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't say that kind of thing if it wasn't true," I laughed, dropping my arm around Adam's shoulders and giving him a squeeze. "I've got a few other things to tell you too." ***** By the time Adam and I finished our walk and talk, I was more seriously than ever regretting the time we'd lost since graduation. My mind was filled with all the good times we'd had since we'd been kids, and especially after we discovered sex. Larry had always been up for a quick release in a pinch, but I knew even then that Adam and I were different. It wasn't a diversion for us; it was the real thing. Adam paused when we reached his house. "Looks like Dad's home. You sure you don't want to come in?" he asked with a grin. "Not just yet," I said, rubbing my ass to make a point. Adam laughed and then asked seriously, "Am I going to see you again?" "Definitely," I said before leaning in to give Adam a quick kiss. He looked at me with wide-open eyes and I wondered what I'd just done. "I think we should talk some more." "I'd like that," he assured me. After another moment of hesitation, he gave me a quick kiss back and then turned quickly up the path to his house. ***** I did a lot more thinking on the walk back to Dad's apartment. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice Owen standing next to the door. "Not even a hello?" he asked as I put my key in the lock. I jumped back. I'm surprised I didn't break the key off in the lock. "Shit! You scared me." "I took the afternoon off. Thought we could hang out," he said, suggestively massaging the bulge in his crotch. "Sorry you settled for just dinner and a movie?" I grinned. "Something like that," he admitted. "To be honest, my ass is a bit tired at the moment," I said as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Oh," Owen replied, with a look that mingled surprise and disappointment. "Right. Sorry." He started to turn to go. I hesitated, suddenly trying to process a million thoughts about Owen and Adam and Dad and all the stuff I'd been doing since I arrived home for spring break. I just wanted to have fun! "My mouth feels pretty relaxed," I said, suggestively licking my lips and dropping my jaw a couple times to flex those muscles. "You sure? I don't want--" "Jeez, come on in," I said, turning and walking inside, leaving the door open for Owen to follow me or not. Without looking back, I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the top, and guzzled nearly the whole thing in one go. "Looks like you're thirsty," Owen laughed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and said with a smile, "Worked up quite a thirst." "Got any more of those?" "Sure." I grabbed another beer from the fridge, opened it, and handed it to Owen. "Drink up." Owen took the beer but didn't drink. He looked at me as I emptied my beer with only a second gulp. "You might wanna go slow there, buddy," he said when I grabbed myself another beer from the fridge and opened it. "Who are you? My father?" I asked, taking a sip of the new beer. Owen hesitated and then grinned. "I thought I was your uncle." "Touche," I said, raising my beer in salute before taking another, larger drink. Owen finally took a drink before asking, "So, why is your ass so tired?" "Seriously?" I laughed. Owen took another drink and then asked without looking at me, "You really like getting fucked up the ass?" "Uh, yeah," I laughed again. "You don't know what you're missing." Owen took another drink. Looked down at his drink. Thought for a few seconds. Finally, he looked up at me and said, "You wanna show me?" "Show you what?" I asked as I grabbed a bag of chips from the cabinet. "What I'm missing?" Asking to get fucked was the last thing I expected from Owen. The surprise caused me to use a little extra strength for opening the chips. The bag burst apart and chips went flying as I just stared at Owen. "You're serious?" I finally asked. Owen took another drink of beer before replying, "I think so." "It's not really a 'think so' thing," I said. Another drink of beer. "Yeah, I wanna try it." "Try what?" "You know." "Say it," I persisted. Owen chugged the rest of his beer and then said, "I wanna try getting fucked. I wanna know what's so great about having a cock up your ass." "Right then," I said, finishing my own beer, "let's get to it. I hurried around the kitchen counter (leaving the chips spread all over the place), grabbed Owen's hand, and virtually dragged him to the bedroom. ***** When we got to the bedroom, Owen started to unbutton his shirt, but I stepped up close to him and pushed his hands away. I looked him in the eyes as I started to unbutton his shirt for him. He stuck his chin out slightly, and I took the hint. I leaned closer and gently pressed my lips against his. "Mmmm," he sighed. I darted my tongue through my lips and licked his lips. He parted his lips and let my tongue advance into his mouth as I pulled the tail of his shirt out of his jeans and finished unbuttoning it. I felt his teeth tenderly clamping down on my tongue, and I opened my eyes to see Owen looking at me with a wicked expression. So, that was how he wanted to play it. I leaned in tighter and pressed my lips against his in an urgent kiss as his teeth maintained their grip on my tongue. I reached up and wrenched his shirt off of his shoulders and forced it down behind his back. I tried to pull it off, but it was stuck. "Cuffs," Owen growled, finally releasing my tongue. "Fuck your cuffs," I replied, yanking hard on the shirt. One button popped, but the other didn't. "You'll pay for that," Owen laughed. "We'll see," I replied, releasing my hold on his shirt and lowering my head to rub my face against the dark hair on his muscled chest. "Oh yeah," Owen moaned when I found one of his nipples and began to suck on it. He must have managed to get the other cuff button undone, because the next thing I knew, he had one hand on the back of my head, pressing my mouth firmly to his nipple, and the other was gripping my ass. I trailed my mouth across his chest and found his other nipple. I sucked on it eagerly as I fumbled with the buttons on my own shirt. As I tore my shirt off and threw it on the floor, I lifted my head and found Owen's lips again. We fell into a hungry passionate kiss as we tried to open each other's jeans. We were breathing heavily from the excitement. I won the zipper race and quickly thrust my hand into Owen's jeans, only to discover that he was commando. My fingers immediately felt pubes and the rigid shaft of his cock. "Came prepared," I muttered as we continued to kiss hungrily. "Oh yeah," Owen moaned in reply as he finally got my zipper undone and shoved my jeans down. His thumbs hooked the top of my underwear and pulled them down as well. I worked both hands into Owen's jeans and maneuvered them around to the point where I was cupping his butt cheeks in my palms. Then I forced his jeans down over his hips. We both kicked off our shoes and then struggled to step out of our jeans. It was too complicated. We tumbled over on the floor with Own on top of me. "Oh yeah," he moaned again as he began to grind his throbbing cock against my own precum-leaking dick. "Not so fast," I growled before making a quick wrestling move to flip us over so Owen was on the bottom. "That's where you belong," I panted as I began grinding my dick against his. "I forgot," Owen laughed. He barely managed to get the words out before I dropped my head for another passionate, saliva-swapping kiss. Our fingers twined together as our tongues and cocks slide eagerly across each other. Owen wrapped his legs around mine with his feet planted on the floor between my knees. I pinned his hands to the floor and raised my upper body to look down on him as I gently ground my cock against his. Hard. Firm. Slow. "That's better," I smiled. Owen closed his eyes and rolled his head from side to side. Surrendering to me. I leaned down and gently bit one of his nipples. A soft moan escaped from his lips, and I felt his hips press up more against me. I bit a little harder. "Oh, Teddy," he groaned, pressing his chest up against my mouth. I released my bite and licked the pointing nipple to soothe it. "Oh yeah," Owen sighed. I moved my mouth to his other nipple and bit it, more firmly than the first. Owen's hands gripped mine, his chest heaved up, his cock ground against mine, his feet spread apart and pulled my knees wide apart as well. "Harder," he moaned. I was surprised by his reaction and turned on by it as well, but I didn't want to push it too far. I opened my teeth to release the pointed nipple, and Owen let out a disappointed moan, which turned to a groan when I closed my teeth again but on a larger section of flesh around the nipple. Biting that muscle. Tonguing the nipple point. "Fuck me, Teddy, fuck me," Owen begged in a low growl. I released my oral grip on his chest and said, "Don't go away." With a grin, I untwined myself from Owen's arms and legs, scrambled to my feet, hurried to retrieve Dad's lube from his bed-side table, and returned to Owen. "What kept you so long?" Owen asked with a grin as he stroked his cock. "Sorry," I replied as I knelt between his legs. "But I think you'll appreciate it," I smiled, waving the lube at him. "Probably a good idea," he agreed. "How to you want to do this?" "Haven't you learned how to do it yet?" he laughed. "I've got a fairly good idea," I replied, gripping his balls firmly. "Oh fuck," Owen moaned, "that feels good." "I thought it might," I replied before leaning forward and swiftly swallowing his cock. "Oh shit," Owen groaned as he gripped my head and began fucking my mouth. With Owen concentrating on how good his cock felt sliding in and out of my throat, with my tongue caressing the throbbing shaft, I released his balls and used both hands for the lube. I opened the lid and squirted some on my fingers. I then reached down and pushed the fingers under his balls. I slid them across his taint until I found his tight pucker. The moment he felt my fingers at his back door, Owen froze. My mouth was still full of cock, so I couldn't give him any comforting or instructions. I just waited for him to relax. I also gently circled the tips of my lubed fingers around his clenched hole. "Sorry," Owen apologized. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and gently stroked the spit-slick shaft with my free hand. "We don't have to do this," I assured him. "I can just suck you off." "No," Owen replied, "I want to try it. Just give me a second." "Just relax," I said, gently pushing against his pucker as I continued to stroke his cock. "Relax and enjoy it. I'll be gentle," I added with a grin. "You'd fucking better be!" Owen said with a hearty laugh that made his whole body shake and his asshole spasm. "Shit!" he cried when my lubed fingers suddenly slipped inside his ass. "Just relax," I repeated. "Take some deep breaths." Owen tried to do as instructed while I continued stroking his shaft and slowly began to push my lubed fingers inside. I could feel his ass gripping my fingers tightly. "Relax," I said again. "You'll enjoy it. Trust me." "I'd better," he replied. "Okay." He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled slowly. Emptying his lungs. Relaxing his body. Opening up his asshole. "Yeah, that's it," I said as I slowly began fucking my fingers in and out of his slightly loosened ass. "Do it again." Owen repeated the breathing exercise, and I could feel his ass relaxing more. "Mmmm," Owen moaned as I continued to finger his ass. "That feels good," he sighed. "I told you," I said before wrapping my lips around his cock head and slowly starting to suck him in rhythm with the fingering. It wasn't long before I could feel Owen really getting into it. Fucking his cock into my mouth and then fucking his ass onto my fingers. Cock. Ass. Cock. Ass. Mouth. Fingers. Mouth. Fingers. He was working up a steady hip-rocking action. "Oh fuck," he suddenly moaned, "if we keep this up, I'm gonna cum." I quickly pulled my mouth off of his cock and said, "Not yet you don't!" "Sorry," he apologized, but I noticed he continued to squirm his ass on my fingers. "Sounds and feels like you're ready," I observed. "Oh yeah, fuck me, Teddy, fuck me." He was primed alright. He wanted it and he wanted it bad. "On your back like this, or doggy style?" I asked. "Just do it," he moaned. "Like this," he added quickly. "I wanna see you when you're fucking me." "Sounds good to me," I said. "Just a second." I pulled my fingers out of his ass, squirted more lube on them, stroked my own precum-dripping cock a few times to get the whole shaft coated, squirted more lube on my fingers, added that lube to Owen's ass, and then tossed the lube on the bed. "Fuck me, Teddy," Owen begged. "Almost there," I assured him, grabbing his ankles and lifting them to my shoulders as I scooted closer to his raised asshole. I kept my grip on one ankle but let the other rest on my shoulder so I could use that hand to grip my cock and guide it into his virgin hole. "Oh yeah," Owen sighed when he felt the tip of my cock pressing against his back door. "I want it, Teddy. I need it." "And you're gonna get it," I replied, pressing forward, gently but firmly. There was a little resistance. "Relax," I whispered. Owen inhaled deeply again and exhaled slowly. His butthole relaxed completely and the head of my dick popped inside. "Oh yeah," Owen groaned as his hole closed tightly around my shaft. I remained motionless, letting him get used to the invasion. "Ready when you are," I finally said. "Ready," Owen replied, and I slowly began to sink inch after inch of my cock into his ass. "Oh god," he moaned as I opened his ass. Filled his ass. Owned his ass. I watched as he rolled his head from side to side with his eyes closed. He began pinching and twisting a nipple with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. His mouth hung open. His tongue licked his lips again and again. "Oh yeah," I sighed when I realized that I was balls-deep inside Owen's ass. My cock was all inside him. My shaved crotch pressed against his flesh. I reached down and gently fondled his balls. "You good?" I whispered. "Oh fuck yeah," Owen moaned. "So fucking good." "You ready to feel even better?" "Whenever you are, Teddy. Fuck me, boy." "You got it, Uncle Owen," I chuckled as I gripped his ankles with both hands and pulled my hips back slowly to extract my cock from his tight hole. Slowly, slowly, slowly. When his tight hole gripped my shaft just behind the head, I paused a moment and then slowly started to fill his ass again. Slowly, slowly, slowly. "Fuck, you're killing me," Owen moaned. "What?" I asked, freezing with surprise. "Stop being a pussy! FUCK ME, TEDDY!" he bellowed. "HARD!" "Fuck yeah," I growled. "If that's the way you want it..." I pulled my cock out and slammed it back in. Out. In. Out. In. Harder. Faster. Ramming my cock into his ass. "Yeah, that's it, Teddy. FUCK ME, BOY! FUCK ME!" I pounded his ass good. Slamming my meat into him. Burying it deep. Churning his insides. Flesh slapping flesh. His balls bouncing as he jerked his cock while I fucked him. Still twisting his nipples. Still rolling his head from side to side with his eyes closed. "LOOK AT ME!" I ordered, and Owen quickly opened his eyes to stare at me. "Watch me fuck your ass. Feel my cock inside you." "Oh god yeah," Owen replied. "You're so fucking hot, Teddy. You feel so good inside me. I never knew. Fuck. Your cock... Oh shit, fuck me harder, Teddy. Please," he begged. "I'll do more than fuck you," I said, knocking his hand out of the way and grabbing his dick in my tight grip. "I'm gonna fuck the cum right out of you!" With that, I began fucking and jerking him together. As I drove my cock up into his ass, I plunged my fist down his shaft. Up. Down. Up. Down. It felt almost like I was fucking my own fist, but a million times better. With me taking full control of his cock and ass, Owen kept his hands busy playing with his nipples. Pinching. Twisting. Harder and harder. I gripped his balls with my free hand and gripped them firmly. "Oh yeah," Owen moaned. "Tighter." I gripped his cock harder. I gripped his balls tighter. I fucked his ass harder. Huffing and puffing. Panting. I'd never fucked anyone so wildly before. I was in overdrive and there was no stopping. But my body had other ideas. "OH FUCK!" I suddenly yelled, realizing that I couldn't last much longer. "You cumming?" Owen asked innocently. "Just about. You?" "Almost there," Owen assured me. "Jack yourself," I ordered, releasing his cock and balls and grabbing his ankles again. "Pump that cock!" I ordered as I spread his legs wide apart and thrust my cock up his ass. Again and again. Urgently. Desperately. "TIGHTEN YOUR ASS!" I order. "Sorry," Owen grunted as he pounded away on his cock while I pounded away inside his ass. "Oh fuck," he moaned between gritted teeth. "I'M GONNA CUM!" "Are you home, Teddy?" Dad called from the living room. "Fuck!" Owen growled "Don't stop," I hissed without slowing my fucking at all. "SHOOT YOUR LOAD, OWEN!" "FUCK, TEDDY!" he roared as his ass clenched down on my plunging cock shaft and cum erupted out of his cock. "FUCK ME!" he bellowed as he frantically stroked his spewing rod. "FUCK, OWEN!" I roared in reply, ramming my cock up his ass and unloading my own torrent of jizz. My body trembled. My muscles contracted. With every shot of Owen's cum that flew out of his cock and splattered on his fuzzy belly and chest, I knew I was shooting an equal amount of cum up his ass. Cum, cum, cum. "FUCK!" I bellowed when my body was trembling with one final set of convulsions. Owen bucked his hips, forcing more cum to drool out of his cock and onto his belly. "Fuck yeah," he growled before relaxing his body and lifting his hand to his mouth so he could suck some stray cum off of his thumb. "Wow," I muttered as I let Owen's legs fall to my sides and I leaned forward to plant my hands on the floor for support. "That was..." "Not bad for a first time," Owen laughed. I just silently dropped my head and began sucking on one of his nipples. "That feels good," he whispered. "So, is your friend staying for dinner?" Dad asked casually from the doorway. "Shit," Owen growled, trying to struggle up, which wasn't easy with my cock still plugging his ass. "Don't stop on my account," Dad said, "although you could clean up the kitchen when you're finished cleaning up yourselves." "Okay, Dad," I replied, glancing over my shoulder in time to see him turn back toward the living room. "What the fuck?" Owen whispered. "What?" I asked. "Oh, relax, he knows about me. It's no big deal." "But he didn't know about me," Owen replied with a bit of an edge. "I'm not even sure he could see who I was fucking. But relax, he's cool. I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to try out this hole later," I said, flexing my cock in his butt. "Really?" Owen asked with surprise. "Really," I assured him. "He's already tried Larry. Why not try Larry's uncle?" I looked down and saw Owen's cock throb, pushing out one final glob of jizz. "Besides," I said, lowering my body onto Owen's, "now that your ass has the itch, you're gonna need someone to scratch it after I go back to college." "I'm not sure I want anyone but you to scratch that particular itch," Owen whispered. I looked into his eyes for a moment, gave him a gentle kiss, and then said, "We'll see." ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! You can check out my other stories at www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads