Dad To The Rescue, III
"Getting Caught"
By Joey E

Well, here is the much-anticipated third installment of my dad/son incest story. Thanks to the numerous responses from all the readers who have responded. I really do appreciate the feedback. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is strictly coincidental. If this isn't your scene, I suggest you leave now. If you are under the age of 18 (or 21 in some area), I strongly suggest you hit back on your web browser now. And now, on with the story.

Well, that was interesting way to wake up. I got up, and went downstairs to let Lux out. She had a little bit of a back yard outside. The condos were set up so that everyone had their own yard. Though the yard was not very wide, it was pretty deep. She went about her business and scampered back inside. By then, Tony had arisen from the bedroom and was in the kitchen.

"So, what's up, champ?" he asked, sitting down to the table with a bowlful of raisin bran.

"Nothing," I answered. I looked over at him, just sitting there in his boxer shorts. I on the other hand had my t-shirt and shorts on. He caught me looking.

"You really haven't gotten comfortable with me walking around like this, have you?" he asked.

",' I said, turning away from him.

He chuckled. "Like I said before, we're both men here. We can dress however we like. Hell, I used to walk around naked sometimes when no one was around. I didn't care. I sort of liked it."

The thought of this hunk of a man walking around his house naked was almost too much for me to even think about. I quickly poured a bowl of cereal and walked over to the kitchen table and sat down across from him. We made some small talk about our plans for the day. I don't remember much. I was just praying he wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts. All I could think about was going into my room and relieving the tension. A tension that was building up by the minute.

Finally, we were done and I practically ran to my room. I made sure to close the door behind me. By this point, I didn't care if he knew what I was doing. Maybe I was hoping he would come and barge in on me. I stripped my shorts off, grabbed my 6" stick and started stroking it, standing up. Thoughts flew by in my head about Tony, his scent, his hairy chest, his deep voice, and in less than thirty seconds, I shot off a load that shot out at least three feet from me.

"Shit," I said, realizing I sprayed it all over the carpet. I grabbed an old t-shirt and cleaned it up the best I could.

Now able to think straight, I realized it was apparent to Tony what I was doing because I had closed my door. I was a little hesitant to open it again. After I was presentable again, I opened my door, only to find that Tony's door was closed. Shit! I was in there wacking my pole when I could've been spying on him! What was I thinking? Well, there was no use in wasting time now. I tiptoed up to his door, wondering if there was any chance I could hear him. Lux was standing in the hallway, looking at me like I was crazy, which I think I was.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled moan. That's all it took for me to bone up again. Fuck, I thought to myself. The moans got louder. I figured he was shooting it by then. I started to feel myself again while listening to Tony get himself off. This was wrong! Totally all wrong! What the hell was going on? He finally stopped moaning and I then heard him walking around his room. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and stepped in the shower. I don't usually beat off in the bathroom, but I knew I needed to do it again.

I came out of the shower feeling totally relaxed and ready to tackle the day now. It only took me two rounds to get me to that point. This was not good. I went into my room and got dressed, noticing Tony's door was now open. He walked out of his bathroom, toweling his hair with nothing on. His soft cock was swinging between his legs. His balls were smooth and were hanging really low. He grinned at me from across the hall.

"I see our system worked," he said, grinning at me.

"Yeah, uh, yeah, I guess," I said, feeling all strange knowing he knew what I was doing.

"Hey, bud, relax, man. In case you didn't notice, I did the same thing. A guy needs to get off. It's no big deal!"

"Hey, Joey, you want to go to the site with me today? Things have settled down there, and I thought maybe you wanted to see what your old man has to put up with every day," he said, sitting down on his bed which was directly in line of sight from mine.

"Uh, sure. I've got nothing better to do."

"Good," he said, smiling. He put his shirt on over that hot chest of his.

"Oh, and champ, some of the guys come over on Tuesday nights to play some cards. If you want, I can cancel it tonight. It's just a tradition between us. But if you want to do something else, it's cool."

Oh god, I thought to myself. A group of guys just like Dad? Sitting around a table, talking about what men talk about? How am I going to survive that?

"Uh, no, that's fine."

"Cool," he said with a wink. "And maybe I'll let you sit in on a few hands and have a sip of my beer."

I had to smile at him for that. "Thanks," I said, tying my sneakers.

We went down to the site where his crew was at. They were building this new development, not far from our home. We pulled up to where his crew was and hopped out of his truck. I was a little nervous, but sucked it in and followed him around to the back. The house was just a skeleton and i saw some guys who were of the typical construction guy genre. One particular one caught my eye and it seemed that he was the one Tony was going to first.

"Hey Dan!" he called out in his loud, masculine voice.

The one I had my eye on turned around and smiled. "Hey dude, how's it going?"

"I want you to meet my son, Joey," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders.

Dan came over and extended his hand to me. I shook it, very firmly.

"Hey, Joey. I'm Dan," he said with a grin.

He looked a little different then the rest of the guys there. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that really accented his muscular chest. He had a tool belt around his waist, adding to his look. He had a high n' tight cut, with blonde hair. He looked around maybe thirty and had a great smile. His left ear was pierced and he had a cool looking tattoo on his right forearm.

"Uh, nice, meet you, Dan," I stuttered, taken back by this gorgeous hunk of meat.

While they chatted about the work, I took a moment to look around at the other dudes. None of them exactly caught my eye. So I turned back around to Tony and Dan. Tony looked at me and smiled. I grinned back. It was then I noticed Dan grabbing his package. Not just a little tug, but more like shifting things around in there. I couldn't stop looking at him adjusting himself. He did it several more times while they were talking. I turned away before I came in my shorts and went for a walk around the house.

I wandered around. No one noticed me, really. I took a look at what was being built, how it was put together, and stuff like that. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was walking when I tripped over something and fell forward.

"Shit," I heard someone yell out. I got up, a little surprised, and dusted myself off.

"Dude, are you okay?" I heard the same voice ask.

"Uh yeah," I said, turning towards the direction of the voice.

"You shouldn't be around here, man. It's dangerous."

I then saw who was talking to me. He was up on a ladder, running some electrical wiring.

"Uh, sorry. I'm just here with Tony."

He climbed down the step ladder and walked over to me.

"So you're Tony's boy, eh?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say. I smelled his scent, which smelled of some kind of soap mixed in with a bit of sweat.

"You gotta be careful around here, man," he said.

"There you are, Joey!" I heard Tony say from behind.

"Hey, Tone," the electrician said.

"Hey, Brett, I see you met my son, Joey," Tony said, smiling, seemingly proud to show me off to his workers.

"Yeah, he just took a spill over there. But he's all right. We still on for tonight?"

"Yeah, eight o'clock at my place as usual," Tony said.

He then turned to me and asked, "Well, champ, you ready?"

I shook my head yes. Man, did I have images to beat off to now. As if Tony wasn't enough already.

We left the site and went back home.

"So, what did you think?" he asked me on the way home.

"It's pretty cool."

"Yeah, some of the guys are douche bags, but some of them are really good guys too. The two you met, Dan and Brett, they'll be over tonight."

"Oh cool," I said, wondering what would happen next. I had a major boner all the way home and my hunk of a Dad wasn't helping any either. As soon as I was in the door, I went to my room and closed the door. I shot off a load in five minutes and felt somewhat relieved.

When I opened my door, Tony was walking by. "You sure beat off a lot, Joey," he said with a chuckle. I'm sure my face turned five shades of red.

Well, we ate some lunch and then I still needed to do some organizing in my room. So, that's what I did. Tony made himself busy doing work around the house. And before I knew it, it was four in the afternoon. I did enough work so I decided to play some Playstation.

I went out to the living room, since that's where the game system was now, and found Tony in there, sitting on the couch watching some TV.

"Hey, champ! Have a seat," he said, patting the cushion next to him.

Well, who was I to refuse that? I sat down next to him and looked up at him. He looked down at me and smiled. He had perfectly straight teeth. He didn't shave this morning obviously as his stubble was pretty apparent. He looked extremely sexy to me. What was wrong with me? Never in my fifteen years of life had I ever had this attraction to anyone before. Why was this happening now? After all, this was my real father. Isn't that sick?

I turned away and focused on the TV. I noticed my dad, who was now dressed in a pair of cut-off sweats and a tank top, scratch his nuts. That in turn made my dick point north real fast. I shifted my position, hoping he wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice at all.

"Well, I've got to go the site one more time today, Joey. Try not to tear apart the joint while I'm gone," he said, handing me the remote.

I looked down at his hand, that masculine strong hand, with some hair on it. I took the remote and looked up at him. He got up off the couch and stretched. True to his word, it looked like he had no underwear on him. I could see the outline of his cock. I tried not to stare.

"Are you gonna be all right here?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll be fine," I said, relieved that I would be able to beat off again without him knowing it.

He ruffled my hair as he walked by me. He went into his room and changed. In less than three minutes, he was out again.

"I'll be back in about fifteen minutes, champ. Then we'll have some dinner," he said, grabbing his keys.

He looked at me for a few seconds, smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"You really do look like me when I was your age, you know that?"

"Yeah, I've seen the pictures," I joked. But it was true. I did look like him.

"Well, I'll be back," he said. And with that, he was out the door.

Less than two seconds went by before I turned off the TV and raced to my room. But I took a detour instead. His room. I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to feel him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to suck his....what the hell was I doing?

I took a look through his underwear again. To know that it was holding his fuckin' cock and balls made me even hotter. I then went to his dirty laundry to find anything that had his scent on it. Found the t-shirt he was wearing earlier and sniffed it. God, the scent was intoxicating. My cock rose harder than it was before. I began to press on it as I inhaled again. I looked up on top of his dresser and saw a picture of him and some other dude. He looked fuckin' good. But I wondered who the other guy was.

Finally, I went to his bed, stripped off my shorts and hopped on top of it. Recalling him holding on to me and even recalling his hard dick pressed up against to me this morning, I took my cock in my hand and started stroking. I could still smell his scent. I started stroking faster and faster. I knew I wouldn't last long. I started moaning because it felt so fuckin' good. I just saw images of him in my mind. Seein' his hairy well-defined chest, wondering exactly how big cock his was, and what it might be like to be able to touch him,.....

"Oh shit," I heard a voice say.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned towards the door with my cock in my hand and saw Tony standing there. I froze up, not knowing what do to do. He just stood there, stunned.

"What the fuck are you doin?" he said, finally finding his voice.

That brought me back to action. I jumped off his bed, pulled up my shorts. I couldn't look at him. I wanted to leave the room, but he was blocking the door way. I was sure that he would throw me out. If not, I'm sure he definitely thought I was some kind of pervert. Either way, it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Joe," he said, quietly. "Go to your room. We'll talk about this later. The guys will be here soon, okay?"

He turned and went back downstairs as I just stood there, ashamed and embarrassed. I went across the hallway to my room and closed my door. I was so lost now that I didn't know what to do. Tears were streaming out of my eyes as I felt like I had just fucked everything up. I let out a sob and threw my face into the pillow and cried.

I then felt a hand on my shoulder. I gasped and looked up. There was Tony, standing above me, looking very concerned. I turned back around, still ashamed that I had been caught.

"Joe," he said, softly. "Joe, come on, man, look at me."

I looked back up at him in fear.

"Come on, champ. I'm not going to hit you or anything. Sit up."

I did as I was told, but still couldn't look into his eyes.

"Now, bud, when we made the agreement of the jacking thing, that didn't include trying it out in the other's room."

I could tell he was trying to make light of the situation, but there was no excuse for what I did. It was sick. No questions. It was sick.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say to him.

He let out a huge sigh and said, "I'm not even going to ask what you were doing, Champ. But I don't want it to happen again, okay?"

I shook my head yes.

"Come on, let's get up and go downstairs, man. The guys'll be here any second. We'll talk about this later..."

He got up and left my room. I felt like digging a hole and crawling into it. I got myself together and headed downstairs slowly. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I got it," Tony yelled out not realizing I was right there.

"Hey, Dan, come on in," he said. I waited to appear before Dan was inside.

"There's the little guy," Dan said, smiling at me. I smiled back.

"Yep, that's my boy!" Tony said, smiling at me. I couldn't help but grin at Tony. Through it all, he still was proud to have me.

"Where are the other guys?" Tony asked.

"Oh, Brett and Matt will be on there way soon. They stopped off to change before they came over."

"Mind if I use your shower?"

"You're always welcome to it, bud, you know that," Tony said.

"Cool, bro, thanks."

Dan ran upstairs with his duffle bag. I thought for a brief minute maybe i would be the good host and ask him if needed anything, but thought better of it. Tony looked at me in a strange way after he saw me checking Dan's ass out as he went upstairs. I couldn't believe I was busted again.

He came over to me and gave me a hug.

"Remember, Joey, I'm here for you. If you need to talk about anything, anything at all, I'll be here."

He let go of me and ruffled my hair again.

"As I said before, the guys and I get pizza. What kind do you like?" he asked.

"Extra cheese," I answered. I moved from where I was standing to the living room. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Tony came in and sat down next to me, with a beer in his hand.

"Here, take a sip," he said, handing me the bottle over.

"Really?" I asked, my face lighting up.

"Yeah," he said.

I took a sip of it and immediately felt like spitting it out. I managed to swallow it, but Tony broke up laughing.

"Aw, champ, you just made the funniest face. I take it you don't like beer."

"Never tried it before," I answered, wiping my lip.

"You mean you never drank beer before? Not even with your friends?"

"Nope. That was my first time," I said.

"Well, it takes time to get used to," he said, taking the bottle back from me.

The door bell rang again and Tony got up.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I heard someone say as Tony answered the door.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, bud!" Tony said, laughing.

The two guys came in, loudly I might add. I looked up over the couch to see who they were. The one was the electrician from earlier today named Brett who was very tall. The other was as tall and built.

"This fucker here was...." Brett started to say.

"Hey!" Tony yelled. "Watch it, man. I have a kid now," he said, pointing to me.

"Oh, hey, Joey," Brett said.

"Joey, you've already met Brett. And this fucker is Ryan. Ryan this is my son, Joey."

"Hey," Ryan said.

"You bring the beer?" Tony asked.

"Right here, buddy," Ryan said, grinning.

The two of them were quite a sight. Burning with testosterone, handsome, rugged, and masculine. Ryan was a short dude, built like shithouse, but still cute. Both had on jeans and a t-shirt. Ryan had on a baseball cap, covering what looked to be brown hair. Brett was about 6'2", maybe around 210lbs, and had really hairy forearms. Ryan's in contrast were smooth, but extremely veiny.

"Well, break it out!" Brett said.

"Oh, and Ry, try to be cool around the kid," Tony said.

"What do you mean?"

"Just watch the language and stories..." Tony explained.

"Huh? Oh buds, that reminds me, I gotta tell you about this chick I hooked up with yesterday..."

"Those kind of stories, man," Brett said, laughing.

"No, dude, she was hot! Fuck her titties were just fuckin' perky and shit...and then..."

"Shut up, bud!" Tony said.

"What? He's old enough to hear this shit, ain't he?" Ry asked.

I just sat there throughly amused by these two. Tony gave me a look and rolled his eyes when Ryan continued his story.

"All right enough, bud!" Tony said.

"Aw, man, I didn't even get to the good part yet."

"Save it for tomorrow, man," Brett said, coming into the living room. "Is Dan here yet?"

"Oh yeah, he's just showering. He should be down anytime," Tony said.

Tony ordered the pizza and then they all sat down in the living room with me. I sort of sat on the sidelines and just watched them talk. They were all undeniably good looking in their own way. Finally, Dan came down and joined the party. They were certainly a loud, rowdy group. Dan was the one I liked most, next to Tony of course. Finally, the pizza came.

"You all right, champ?" Tony asked as I came in to get a piece myself.

"Yeah, doin' just fine," I said, enjoying being around these dudes.

Dan was behind me in line to get a slice of pizza. "So how do you like living with Tony?"

"It's cool. Only really been here for the last two days."

"Hey, I'm sorry to hear about your family, man. But, Tony's a great guy. He's been talking about you a lot lately. Just remember to keep him in line."

I laughed. "I'll do my best."

We soon moved to the table and I sat and watched the group of guys play some poker. I followed the game pretty well. Tony would show me his cards and I would watch what he was doing. All the while, I was stuffing my face with pizza and taking sips of my old man's beer.

"Are you gonna let the kid play?" Dan asked, who was sitting next to us.

"I think he's ready to play a hand," Tony said, smiling at me. "You want to champ?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed.

Tony stayed with me, watching over what I was doing. As it turns out, I won the first game of Texas Hold "em.

"Way to go, little Buddy," Dan said, giving me a high-five.

I started to get a little goofy after a while, probably from the beer. I played a few more rounds, but didn't fare as well. To be honest, I was probably buzzed by this point, and I didn't care much for poker. I got up from the table.

"Where you goin'?" Tony asked.

"Ah, I'm gonna go watch some TV in the living room."

"Okay, champ."

I snuck back into the kitchen and helped myself to a beer. I sat down on the couch, watching the guys play from afar. I started to feel dizzy and then broke out into a fit of giggles.

"What's up?" Tony yelled from the other room. "You all right there?"

He then noticed I had a beer next to me.

"Hold up, guys," he said, getting up. He came into the room and grabbed my can of beer.

"Hey!" I said.

"I think you've had enough, bud! I know we didn't set any rules to drinking here. But we will. But for now, you've had enough."

"Okay, Tony," I said, disappointed.

"Aww...let the kid of more!" Ryan yelled.

"That's enough from you," Tony said in a commanding voice. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I said.

I turned my attention back on to the TV, which was playing Law and Order SVU. Soon after that, I felt my eyes get heavy and I finally fell asleep.

"Champ are you all right?" I heard Tony ask in my drunken fog.

"Mmm hmm," I muttered, turning over to face him. Where was I?

"The guys just left, Joey. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I head to bed."

"How did I get here?" I said, looking up at him.

"You fell asleep on the couch. I carried you up here," he said, starting to take my sneakers off.

"Oh," I said, closing my eyes again.

"Is he all right?" I heard another man's voice ask.

"Oh yeah, he'll be fine," Tony said.

I opened my eyes and it was Dan.

Tony undid my shorts and pulled them down. He then pushed me down on the bed and tucked me in. He kneeled down next to me and smiled.

"I figure I missed doing this for the first fifteen years of your life, I might as well start now," he said, running his hand through my hair.

"Thanks," I said.

"Good night, Champ,." he said, softly in my ear. I could feel his breath tickling my earlobe.

"I'll see you in the morning, Joey," he softly said as he went back into his room.

I shut my eyes. I heard Dan's voice coming from my Dad's bedroom, but his door was closed and I couldn't make out what he was saying. That was weird. But, I was too tired to figure it out now.


I woke up the next morning at around 8:30AM. I walked out and looked into Tony's room to find an empty bed. I rubbed my eyes as I staggered downstairs to find Tony in the kitchen. He was drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper, as usual.

"Hey Champ, you just missed Dan."

The events of last night were starting to come back to me now.

"Oh, he stayed over?" I asked, sitting down.

"Yeah, he sometimes crashes with me on card night. Better to let him stay over than to have him drive drunk home. Remember that too, Joe."

"That's cool," I said.

My little mind wondered what exactly went on in that bedroom last night between the two most handsome men I had ever known in my life. I started to get hard thinking about it, but luckily, the voice of Tony brought me back to reality.

"Hey Joey, are you there?" he asked. I turned to look at him again and he was grinning at me.

"Looked like you were lost for a second," he said. "The guys really enjoyed having you along for the ride last night, man."

I grinned at him. "I had a great time too, Tony."

"Just to let you know, Dan knew me in high school. We grew up together. He says you remind him of me when we were your age. I hope you liked him, since we are still best buds now."

"Yeah, he seemed like a cool dude," I answered.

We made some more small talk about what the plans were today, and shit like that. I almost thought I was off the hook until he finally said, "Well, why don't we both go hit the showers and then we'll talk okay?"

"Talk?" I asked, playing it dumb.

"Yeah, talk," he said, with a tone that said he was serious.

"Okay," I replied, making a quick exit.

I took my time taking my shower and getting dressed. I was panicking. I didn't want him to find out that I had a crush on him. I didn't want him to find out that his only son was a faggot.. But then again, he may have something to tell me too. Could it be that he is like me? I totally dismissed the idea from my head, reasoning it couldn't possibly be true.. I got out of the shower and made my way down the hallway towards my room when I noticed Tony's door was halfway closed. What the hell did that mean? Of course, me being the curious fifteen year old boy that I am, I had to take a peak and see what was going on. I saw him completely naked on top of his bed. There was something different about him tonight though. He was rock hard! I gasped when I saw his big monster cock totally erect. I swear it was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my young life. He made no attempt to cover it up either. In fact, he began to stroke it. I couldn't believe I was getting this show right in front of my eyes.

He moved himself on top of his bed and spread his legs. His bed actually faced the door, so I could get a perfect view of him, legs spread, jackin' that big cock of his. I felt my cock ooze out some precum as I watched him. His eyes were closed, so he must've been fantasizing about something. His left hand stroked the shaft as his right hand pulled on those low hanging, hairy balls. He let out a quiet sigh as he began to stroke faster. By now, my eyes were wide open and I didn't care if he knew I watching him or not.

He sure knew how to work his body too. His right hand moved from his balls to his chest, feeling his pecs, twisting his nipple, and then moved back down to his balls again. I could hear his heavy breathing now. At the last moment, his whole body clenched up and his eyes shot open. He looked down at his cock just in time to see his sperm fly out. He let out a stifled moan as cum flew up on his hairy chest.

I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my cock through the towel that was around my waist. He collapsed back on to his bed and just laid there for a few moments. That was my cue to make an exit before I was noticed. I crept into my room and closed the door. I threw the towel off and began to jack. I quickly jumped on my bed and in a few strokes, I was shooting my load like crazy. I couldn't help but moan out loud. The semen shot clear across to my face and my chest.

Now with a clear mind, I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I went downstairs and there was Tony on the couch. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Sit down, champ," he said, patting the space beside him.

There you have it. I apologize for the length of time it took to get this up. But I hope it was worth the wait. Any comments? Please send them to Thanks again!