Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 17:19:10 -0400 From: Athair Mic Subject: Class of '94 (Gay/Incest) This story is a work of fiction; the characters are not real, and any resemblance to anyone, real or imaginary, is purely coincidental. It contains sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by such material, please stop now. If you would like to contact me to discuss your fantasies or your own memories of family fun, or you just want to chat with a big-dicked Daddy who loves incest stories, email me at thckhrd8@gmail.com. I also chat on Session. Email me for my ID. Also, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories, so please donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Class of '94. It was a beautiful June weekend for my 25th college reunion, and I couldn't wait to meet up with some of my old friends. I had convinced my wife to let my young son, Patrick, come along so that he could see his old man's alma mater. She didn't think a little boy would be interested in visiting a college. "C'mon, Honey. You can't start them too early. Besides, Father and Son bonding time is always precious. And I bet you could do with a long weekend alone with the both of us out of your hair." "Well, I can't argue with that," she said with a smile. It was an uneventful drive for the two hours to my college; Patrick and I chatting as he took in the views of the countryside. "Thank you for coming, kiddo. I really appreciate it. You know I love spending time with you." "Will we have some fun?" "Sure," I said, feeling my cock beginning to chub. "We can have fun. I always want to have fun when it's just you and me." I was met with a broad smile on Patrick's face. I was a lucky father to have a son who loved to have fun as much as mine did. "But we'll have to be careful when and where." "I know, Dad," my son said. My poor long-suffering boy, being told by his father something he already knows. We rode in silence for the last half hour. I was preoccupied with the thought of running into some of my frat brothers. We had some crazy adventures together during school; reliving those memories would be a great time. Once we arrived, I registered with the cute student worker manning the front desk for the reunion, and we made our way to the dorm room we were staying in over the weekend. Maybe staying on campus wasn't the best idea. Patrick can get a little loud when we're having fun, and if I remember correctly, the walls were particularly thin. We would have to be very careful. Once we had dropped our luggage and gone to the bathroom, it was time to head out. "OK, kiddo. First stop is lunch. Are you hungry?" "I'm starving!" "Let's go then." We made our way across campus, occasionally stopping to say hello to some classmates I hadn't seen in a while. It was nice to catch up, but there was one classmate I was particularly looking forward to finding. Once in the dining hall, Patrick and I got in line to get some food, both of us settling for pizza. We got our drinks and were looking for a place to sit when I spotted the familiar mop of red hair and broad shoulders. He was talking with a boy about Patrick's age or a little younger with the same red hair. It must be his son. We made our way over to him, stopping so that I was standing over him. "Matthews, you good old son of a ..." I caught his boy's eye and hesitated before swearing. "Gun" He looked up, and his face split into a huge grin . "O'Brien, you miserable bastard!" He stood, and we hugged heartily. "And who is this handsome boy?" He asked when he noticed my son standing beside me. "This is Patrick, my son." "It's nice to meet you, Patrick." "It's nice to meet you too, sir." Matthews chuckled at my kid's formality. Patrick had always been mature for his age. "This is Davey." Matthews motioned to his boy, who was clearly more shy than my son, and clung to his Dad. "He's just about your age." "Do you mind if we sit down?" I asked. "No, please." We sat and ate, catching up on our lives. Matthews told me of his divorce a few years ago, that he had another boy a few years older who hadn't wanted to come, and that he was doing reasonably well in his career as a lawyer. I shared with him that I was still married, had just one son, and was happy with my career choice of being a pediatrician. We chatted amicably as Patrick tried to bring Davey out of his shell by engaging him in conversation. It was a great chat. I had missed this guy for the past 25 years. "Look, the next event doesn't take place for a couple hours. Why don't we take the boys over to the kid's play area where they can have some fun, and we can catch up some more. I'm sure you boys are bored. Do you want to go to the bouncy castle?" he asked. Patrick slid me a look that he was too old for a bouncy castle before catching himself and nodding affirmatively. We left the dining hall and made our way over to the kid's area. Once we arrived, the boys headed off to play. "Oh, thank god, there's beer," I said as I spotted the cooler beside one of the tents. I grabbed two and brought one back to Matthews. We stood and watched the boys play, making more small talk for a minute. I turned to see if anyone could hear us. The coast was clear. "So, I've got a question for you," I said. "Shoot." Matthews took a swig of his beer. "Are you still a pervert?" He choked on his drink and sputtered for a moment before collecting himself. "I could ask you the same question." "I asked first." "Mind if I ask why you want to know?" "Just curiosity." He took a minute to consider and gave me one of his patented shit-eating grins. "I have my moments," he answered. "Good to hear." "And you?" he enquired. "Me? Oh no. I'm a pillar of my community. Well respected doctor. I would never," I sniggered. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then," he laughed. Matthews and I had met freshman year and had become fast friends, practically inseparable. He quickly let me know that his father was an incredibly successful businessman who would rather give his son a credit card with no limit than any actual attention. And we took advantage of it. At first, it was just some drugs, some pot, and coke. Then we joined our frat, and the parties became pretty wild. Our brothers didn't have many boundaries either. The Class of '94 was particularly unhinged. But we always found a chance to sneak off and find our own fun. "You remember that time I dared you to order a rentboy instead of a whore to see how far you would go?" I asked. "Yes, and it turned out to be a local high schooler." "I thought you were going to swallow your tongue; you were so nervous." "Well, I got over it, didn't I? I fucked the kid until he couldn't walk straight." "Hey," I reminded him. "I helped." "Sure you did," he said with a patronizing pat on my shoulder. "But you and I both know it was my 9 inches that wrecked that hole." "You've got 1 inch on me, Asshole." "If you say so," he said with a chuckle. We reminisced about how that wasn't the only time we'd used that boy. We also took advantage of some of his friends who were happy to put out for some drugs. We weren't in the business of asking for IDs. We even shared them with a few members of our frat who always appreciated a warm hole, no matter the sex of the owner. "You remember that time that Estes' baby brother came to visit?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, that was so hot." Estes was one of the football team's stars and our frat's president. His parents had allowed his little brother to return with him from spring break. We had seen them during the day touring campus and hanging out with some of his friends. We stumbled into the frat house at 3:00 AM from some debauched evening, only to hear weird sounds coming from the game room. We walked in to discover Estes' little brother lying on his back on the pool table, completely naked, his legs being held back by Estes' best friend while Estes jackhammered into him. "Do you remember what he said when we caught them?" "Yeah," Matthews responded. "I believe it was 'Don't worry, Dad does this to him all the time.'" "And he offered us his hole." "Which you took advantage of pretty damn quick." "And you were right behind me," I reminded him. "His hole was the tightest thing I had ever fucked." "Was?" I asked, intrigued by the wording. Matthews just gave me a silent stare before winking. "How old do you think that boy was?" Matthews considered it a minute before responding. "11, 12 at the oldest, I would think." This whole conversation was making me hard. We hadn't even hesitated to fuck the underage kid all those years ago, and I couldn't say I would hesitate much today. "Is Estes here?" I asked. "Yeah. I thought I saw him earlier. He's still built like a brick shithouse. Maybe a little more weight around the middle, but pretty much the same." We stood in silence for a few minutes, both thinking about that night, when I spotted sight of a familiar figure. I nudged Matthews. "Look. Found him. He's over there," I said, pointing across the small quad where the kids' area was. "Yeah, that's him, alright." As Matthews had described, he was still a hulk of a man, looming over everyone he stood next to. A smaller version of him walked over to stand by his side. The resemblance was too great for it to be anyone other than his son. It was hard to tell his age, but his youthful face implied that he was 9 or 10 years old, slightly younger than Estes' little brother was all those years before. "Do you think he gives his boy the same treatment he gave his little brother?" I asked. Matthews took a long moment to consider before answering. "With a kid that hot? He'd be a fool not to. I know I couldn't resist," he said matter-of-factly. I was shocked for a brief moment by his honesty but recovered quickly. He wasn't saying anything I wasn't thinking. "No. I wouldn't be able to either," I admitted. Matthews turned to look at me, assessing my reaction. "You know, your Patrick is a pretty handsome boy himself." I could tell he was steeling himself for a possible negative reaction. "I've always thought so," I admitted. I took a swig of my beer. "And gifted. He's a very talented boy." I looked him in the eyes and winked. "I see." We let silence fall over us as we contemplated what we were saying. "And you boy is pretty...sexy," I risked. "Yes. That he is. He's a good boy. He always does what his father tells him to do. He's a little shy at first, but once he gets to know you, he's just a bundle of energy." "Ahh. I don't know how you resist." There was a pause before Matthews made eye contact and responded. "Who says I do? And from what I'm gathering, you don't either." "That would be a true statement," I answered. "Listen," Matthew turned to look at the boys playing. "They look like they are bonding. We're staying in a house all by ourselves right off campus. Maybe you two can come over, and they can have a play date?" "Does Davey like play dates with other dads?" "He does. Like I said, he's a little shy at first, but he gets going pretty quickly. What about Patrick?" "We've only had playdates with my brother-in-law and his husband. But Patrick really enjoyed it." "Good. So, we've got some time now. What do you say? We're just a short walk off campus." "Sounds like a plan." I reached down and adjusted my crotch, a motion Matthew noticed. "I'm as hard as a rock thinking about getting my hands on your boy." "Same," he responded. We called the boys over from the castle, and as they settled next to us, I tossled Patrick's hair. "Hey, Buddy. What do you think about having some fun with Mr. Matthews and Davey here?" "Really?" Patrick's eyes became bright with hope. "Sure. I know Mr. Matthews would love to have some fun with you." "Cool." "And what about you, Davey. Do you want to have some fun with me?" I was met with a shy nod and a small smile. We walked the 5 minutes to the house they were renting, with Patrick pressed against Matthews' legs and Davey with his small hand in mine. When we got to the house, Matthews quickly closed the heavy curtains in the living room, blocking out any prying eyes but also the afternoon sun. He turned a few lamps on and then some ambient music. His final touch was to pull up some porn on his computer and cast it to the large screen TV on the wall opposite the couch. "This is a video of my oldest, Jimmy's, last birthday party." The video began with a pan over a half-eaten birthday cake and the detritus of a child's party. It then moved into the living room where a boy was on his hands and knees, being spit roasted by two men buried balls deep into his mouth and boy hole, respectively. "That one is my brother," he said, pointing to the one being blown. "And that is Jimmy's elementary school Principal." I shot Matthews a surprised glance. "He's a total perv. I could tell from a mile away. One thing led to another, and he ended up fucking Jimmy at the end of a Parent Teacher Conference night." Matthews shrugged nonchalantly. This was too much. "Why don't you boys get undressed?" I asked. "Go ahead, Davey," Matthews said when his son hesitated momentarily. Both boys peeled off their clothes; first, their t-shirts exposing their tight young chests, then their pants, and finally, their briefs. Their little dicklettes were already hard. Matthews took a seat on the couch, and I swiftly sat next to him. We both undid our belts, unbuckled our pants, and slid our zippers down, reaching in to pull our hard cocks free from their confines. Patrick was transfixed by Matthews's huge dick, practically drooling at the sight of it. "It's OK, Buddy. You can touch it," I said, giving him permission to do what he wanted. He reached out and wrapped his small hand around it. "Oh, fuck. That feels good." Matthews moaned. "Now stroke it, Patrick," he instructed. Davey had climbed up onto the couch next to me, and after he had stroked my cock a few times, he leaned down and put the head into his mouth, and began to lick enthusiastically. My mind being blown along with my cock. My girthy cock stretched Davey's lips to the limit, but he quickly began to bob on my dick, taking more and more of it into his mouth and down his throat. I looked over to see Patrick kiss Matthews deeply with his tongue before leaning back over and swallowing his partner's cock. "Fuck, O'Brien, you've taught this boy well. He's amazing!" "I could say the same thing." Davey had turned my cock shaft into a slobbery mess as he moved faster and faster. If I wasn't careful, I was going to shoot, and I wanted my load buried deeply in Davey's gut. I pulled him off my shaft. "I'm going to eat your ass now," I informed him. A broad smile broke out over his face before he scrambled around to present his pert little ass to me. I dipped down and swiped my tongue against his boy hole, tight and pink. I licked, devouring his pucker, occasionally stopping to tap my fingers against it to test its readiness. I heard a loud moan coming from Patrick, and I looked over. Matthews had three fingers deep in my son's hole, working it loose. He turned to me to grin, his eyes glazed over with perverted lust. I returned my attention to Davey and pressed firmly with my thumb against his hole, which gave with little protestation, letting me sink into him. Davey moaned softly in delight. I tried with one finger and then two, surprised at how a hole could be that tight but also accommodate me as easily as it did. I sat back on the couch and turned to Matthews. "What do you say we fuck these boys?" "Exactly what I was thinking," he agreed. I grabbed Davey around the waist and positioned him directly above my 8-inch cock. "Are you sure Patrick can take one this size?" Matthews asked. "Believe me, I sure. My brother-in-law's husband is bigger than you, and he took it just fine." "Great," he responded before lowering my son roughly down onto his cock. Patrick gave a quick intake of breath before moaning as his eyes rolled back in his head. He moved up and down a few times, making lustful sounds of greediness. "Told you," I said before I started to do the same with Matthews' boy. Davey was like a velvet vice around my shaft. I was used to Partick's tight hole, but sampling another man's son was better than I had imagined. "Fuck me, sir," I heard Davey whisper. I began to bounce him up and down on my rod, faster and harder, making him grunt and groan on each upstroke and downstroke. "That's it, O'Brien," Matthews cheered. "Use him like a fleshlight." With each stroke, I was getting closer and closer. Davey had a massive grin as I tossed him around like a ragdoll. I began to slam up into him with each downstroke, my body short-circuiting what little was left of my conscious thought. "Here it comes, boy. You ready for it?" I asked him. "Yes, sir. Please, sir. Cum in me," he begged. I looked over and saw that Matthews stood before a kneeling Patrick, whose mouth hung open, awaiting his prize. Matthews was stroking furiously, his face purple with exertion. I felt my balls begin to convulse, and soon, I was painting the inside of Davey with ropes of my seed. I let out a yell that I was sure the neighbors could hear as I spasmed with each shot. I collapsed back into the couch cushions, opening my eyes just in time to see Matthews feeding my boy his cum in jet after jet that landed in my son's mouth and on his face. Matthews collapsed back on the couch as well, along with the boys, as we all tried to catch our breath after so much hard work. Once we had begun to recover, Matthews reached over, patting his son's head. "You did so good, buddy. I'm really proud of you." "Thanks, Dad," Davey beamed. I turned to Patrick and gave the same compliment, which elicited a smile from him as well. "Why don't you boys go into the bathroom and get cleaned up," Matthews suggested. Once the boys had disappeared, he turned to me with a big smile. "Your boy certainly knows how to please a man. Great job training him up." "Oh, he didn't take much training. Like I said, he's always had a real talent for it. A talent that almost matches his sex drive. Believe me, if I wasn't fucking him, someone else would be. Besides, you've got a pretty talented boy yourself there." "Davey is a firecracker, that's for sure. It took a long time to get him out of his shell, but once he was, he couldn't be stopped." "We should probably get cleaned up as well," I suggested. "Yeah, I suppose so," he responded. "Hey, what do you say we invite Estes next time?" "Next time?" I asked. "Yeah. The class dinner ends at nine. Still, plenty of time to have some fun." "I think that sounds like a great idea," I answered.