Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 10:51:29 -0800 (PST) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Earning a Presidents' Day Discount (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. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... EARNING A PRESIDENTS' DAY DISCOUNT Although it was a Monday, I had slept late because the teachers were having an inservice day. Better them than me. And after all the fucking that Dad and I had done while Mom was away on her three-day Valentine's Day spa visit, I needed all the sleep I could get. Unfortunately, Mom didn't quite agree. "Davey!" Mom called as she knocked insistently on my bedroom door. "I'm sleeping," I moaned from under the blankets. "Your father wants you!" she continued. That statement certainly grabbed my attention, so I tossed the blankets back. "Isn't he at work?" "He has the day off," she replied. "It's Presidents' Day." "Okay, I'll be down," I said. My dick had stiffened at the idea of Dad wanting me, so I gave it a few slow strokes. "Hurry up!" Mom ordered. It's like she knew what I was doing. "I'm coming!" I yelled back, wishing I really was cumming but knowing that that wasn't in the cards this morning. ***** "Morning, sleepy," Dad said as I sat down at the table and Mom placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. "Yeah, yeah," I said. "Eat your breakfast," Mom ordered, sitting down and starting her own. I ate a mouthful of eggs before saying, "So what's so urgent?" "Don't be so surly," Mom reprimanded me. "Since we both have the day off," Dad said casually, "I thought we could go for a ride." "Like I don't have better things to do," I grunted, trying to hide my excitement. "Davey!" Mom said. "If he doesn't want to come, he doesn't want to come," Dad said with a grin and a shrug. "Well, I guess I can come if you want me to," I conceded. "If you don't want to go, we won't make you," Mom said, but it sounded more like a threat than a casual observation. There was obviously more to this invitation to go for a ride than I knew. "I said I'd go," I grunted. "Believe me," Dad said, "you won't regret it." "We'll see," I grumbled, but I did manage to give Dad a smile when Mom wasn't looking. ***** "So, where are we going?" I asked as Dad and I drove away from the house. "You'll see," he replied coyly. "Didn't get enough over the weekend?" I asked, casually reaching over to massage his soft cock through his trousers. "That's not what this is about," he countered, but I could still feel his cock stiffening. "Are you sure?" I laughed. "Maybe later," Dad replied as he lifted my hand away from his crotch and placed it on my own. ***** "Here we are," Dad said, pulling into a car dealership. "I didn't know you needed a new car," I said with a distinct lack of interest. "I don't," Dad confirmed, "but I thought you might want one as a graduation present." "Me?" I was shocked. "You'll need one when you go away to college in the fall," Dad continued, "so I thought we might as well take advantage of the Presidents' Day discounts today." "You're the best," I said and leaned over impetuously to give Dad a kiss on the cheek. "Careful," Dad said, but he patted my thigh to show that he returned the sentiment. ***** "This is the one," I said to Dad. We were standing in front of a little red convertible sports car with a less-than-practical back seat. "Are you sure you can handle a standard transmission?" Dad asked with surprise. "Larry's dad has been teaching me how to use his stick," I replied. "I know that," Dad laughed, "but can you drive a car with standard transmission." "Fuck off," I joked. "He thought it would be a good idea to teach me in case Larry and I were out in their car sometime and something happened to prevent Larry from driving." "Like getting drunk off his ass?" "Exactly," I laughed. "Well...." "How are we doing today?" a salesman asked as he walked up behind us. I started to reply with a snide comment about the stupid use of "we," but then I turned and got an actual look at the hunk standing behind Dad and me. It was Porter Baxter. He had been the drop-dead-gorgeous senior quarterback and the star basketball player when I'd just been a lowly freshman. He didn't know it, but he was my first high school crush. "Hey, Porter," I said as casually as possible. "Davey, good to see you." Porter extending his hand. "You too." I placed my hand in his and squeezed it firmly. "You've been looking pretty sharp on the basketball court this season," Porter said without releasing my hand. "You've been to our games?" I didn't make any move to pull my own hand away. "A few," Porter confirmed. "I like to keep an eye on the new talent coming up." Dad cleared his throat and Porter and I finally let our hands drop. "What kind of deal can you give us on this one?" Dad asked. "Well, as you can see, we're having a special Presidents' Day sale for everything on the lot today," Porter said, indicating the modest discounts that they were offering. "I was hoping for a little more. Or should I say a little less," Dad laughed. "Maybe we can work something out for a very special customer," Porter conceded, "although I would have to make sure my dad agrees. It is his dealership, after all. "Of course," Dad said. "Well, Davey, do you really like what you see?" "Definitely," I said without taking my eyes off of Porter, who never let his eyes drop either. "How about a test drive?" Porter asked softly. "Good idea," Dad agreed. "We probably wouldn't need more than 20 or 30 minutes." "Oh, I'm sorry," Porter said, finally looking at Dad. "Someone from the dealership has to go on all test drives. It's our policy." "Think you can fit in that backseat?" Dad laughed. "Dad, I can..." I started to object, but Porter tossed a set of keys into my hand and jumped into the backseat. I was surprised at how easily he molded himself to the very constricted space. "I'm very flexible in spite of my size," Porter said when he saw the look of surprise on my face. "Good to know," I laughed. "Well, lets get going, boys," Dad said as he climbed into the passenger seat. I slid into the driver's seat, started the car, put it in gear, and drove the car off the lot. ***** "I think we should take a little break so Porter can stretch his muscles," Dad said. "Okay," I said and started looking for a place to stop. As I did so, I couldn't help but notice that Dad was turned sideways with his right arm stuck back between the seats. Could he really be...? I had taken the car out on the interstate to see how it drove flat out, and it was about time to head back to the dealership anyway. I pulled off at the next exit ramp, which offered an overpass that would let us turn around. From the center of the overpass, I saw what appeared to be an abandoned gas station a little way off the highway. Without any explanation, I headed toward the station and pulled to a stop at the unused pumps. "I think you should drive around back," Dad said casually. "Don't you, Porter?" "Yes," Porter agreed unsteadily. "Okay," I said, putting the car back in gear and pulling around behind the station, where we were blocked from the sight of interstate traffic. "Do you want me to leave you two alone," I asked casually as I climbed out of the car. "Now, now, Davey," Dad laughed. "No need to get jealous." "Mr. Robinson," Porter objected. "And there's no need for you to get uptight, Porter," Dad said. "That cock of yours is nothing to be embarrassed about. And I should know." "Dad!" I objected. "Mr. Robinson!" Porter exclaimed at the same time. "Either way," Dad said, "you need to stretch, Porter, if only your legs." Dad held out his hand. Porter gave me a quick sheepish look, and then he took Dad's hand to help pull himself out of the back seat. My jaw dropped open at the obvious tent in Porter's trousers. Porter quickly turned his back as soon as he was out of the car, but I didn't waste any time getting around to his side of the car and bringing his tented trousers back into view again. "I thought you would be impressed," Dad said with a grin. "I know it's always impressed me." "Mr. Robinson," Porter objected again but with less mortification. "May I?" I asked politely, extending my hand toward Porter's crotch. Not receiving any objection, I continued to move forward. "Oh god," Porter said with a shiver as my hand pressed against the tent. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were closed tightly shut. "Easy, Davey," Dad laughed. "You don't want to set him off too quickly." "Oh, Davey," Porter sighed as I gently rubbed his crotch with the palm of my hand. "I would have given anything to have done this three years ago," I said, and Porter's eyes flew open in surprise. "Really?" he asked. "I had a huge crush on you," I confirmed as I casually pulled down his zipper. "I wish I'd known," Porter said seriously, and it was my turn for my eyes to fly to his in surprise. "If I'd known then what I know now," Dad said, "I would have told you both." "What?" Porter and I said in unison as we looked at my dad. We'd both almost forgotten he was even there. "Well," Dad continued, "one day I went to take a quick shower after I finished fucking Porter." As I listened to Dad talk, I felt Porter take my hand and direct it through his open zipper. To my surprise, he was going commando and my hand immediately came into contact with his erect cock. "When I came back out," Dad continued, "Porter wasn't on the bed any more. I thought he'd left until I heard moans coming from down the hallway." I began to stroke Porter's cock firmly as I pictured the scene Dad was describing. "I followed the sounds," Dad resumed, "and found Porter stretched out on your bed, Davey. Stroking that luscious cock of his in one hand, holding a picture of you in your basketball uniform in the other, and moaning your name." I looked at Porter as I continued to stroke his cock, and I was surprised when he suddenly leaned in to give me a gentle, loving kiss. "I watched the whole thing and became hard again just thinking about the two of you together," Dad admitted. "And when Porter screamed out your name, Davey, as he finally shot his load, I shot my own load all over your floor." Porter pulled me into a tight embrace as he spread his kisses over my cheek and down my throat. "I've wanted you for so long," Porter whispered in my ear. "I never knew," I said, looking at my dad, who was just smiling at the two of us. "You and Dad?" I asked when that small little fact finally seeped through with all the other information. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Porter mumbled. "I should have waited for you. I didn't think you...." I pulled back from Porter and I'm sure there was a look of shock on my face. This was more than I'd ever bargained for. "Porter," I started, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Don't be silly, either of you," Dad said firmly. "There's no use crying over either spilt or unspilt cum. Now, Porter, is there anything Davey can do to make you reconsider that discount on his new car?" "Anything?" I said with a wink at Porter. "Oh fuck," Porter said with obvious excitement. "Well, that's one option," Dad laughed. "How about breaking in that passenger seat?" "Come on," Porter said eagerly and pulled me toward the passenger door. "You might need this," Dad said as he pulled a small tube of lube from his shirt pocket. "Thanks, Mr. Robinson," Porter said, grabbing the lube with his free hand. He quickly slid into the passenger seat, undid his trousers, and shoved them down to his ankles. He then squeezed some lube into his palm and placed the tube on the dashboard before beginning to coat his thick cock, which stood eagerly at attention." "Let me," I said. Porter looked up at me with a shy grin and took his fist away from his cock. I quickly replaced his hand with mine and began slowly stroking Porter's dick. I leaned in and gave him a sensual kiss as I let my fingers glide lower and softly squeeze his balls. Porter let out a contented moan. I felt Dad wrap his arms around me and undo my jeans. He forced them and my underwear down to my ankles. I quickly kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my clothes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad retrieve the lube from the dashboard, and it wasn't much longer before I felt his fingers probing at my asshole and lubing me up. I moaned with pleasure. Porter pulled away from our kiss and saw what Dad was up to. "Ready?" Porter asked. "Go for it," Dad said. I grabbed the windshield frame and climbed into the passenger side with my back to Porter. I could feel him slip one hand under my thigh to grab his shaft and aim his cock head at my well-lubed asshole. Porter wrapped his other arm around me and pressed his hand against my stomach. "Take your time," he said. "Thanks," I said as I slowly lowered my hips. His cock head pressed against my asshole but slipped off the mark and rose between my thighs instead. I lifted back up and Porter repositioned his cock. I started to lower myself again, but this time Porter's cock slipped backward and ran up between my cheeks. "Third time's a charm," Dad laughed as we repositioned ourselves. I felt Porter's fingers slide up to the tip of his dick and come into contact with my pucker to provide added guidance. I took a huge breath and relaxed my ass muscles as much as I could before I started to lower myself again. There was momentary resistance, and then his cock popped through my tight sphincter. Porter let out an ecstatic moan, and I clutched the windshield frame to stop my descent. "Oh, Davey," Porter sighed, "you're as tight as I always thought you would be." "That's because he's still young and can snap back after a pounding," Dad laughed. "Dad!" I objected, not wanting to shock Porter with the truth, but it was no use since Dad already had his cock out and was stroking it. I returned my concentration to Porter and slowly began lowering my ass farther down onto his cock. Inch by inch by inch, I absorbed Porter's cock into my body until I was finally sitting firmly in his lap. I was fully impaled and his pubes were cushioning my ass cheeks. Porter groaned and wrapped his other arm around me. I let my head fall backward onto his shoulder. "Oh, Porter," I moaned, releasing my hands from the windshield frame and clasping them over Porter's hands. "You feel so good inside me." "And which of you is this going inside?" Porter and I both opened our eyes and saw Dad standing right beside us now with his hard cock in hand. "Mr. Robinson," Porter objected lamely. "Dad!" I was furious that Dad would pull this on me. "Oh come off it, you two," Dad laughed. "You've both swallowed it before." I froze. "Davey?" Porter asked, with a hint of surprise. "What do you want me to say?" I asked defensively. "The truth," Porter said softly. I hesitated, but Porter casually massaged my stomach. I continued to hesitate, and Porter gave me a gentle kiss on the neck. "Trust me," he whispered. "Okay, I've had sex with my own dad," I said bluntly, "in every position you could imagine and more." There was a tense moment, and then Porter said, "Me too. With your dad, I mean." "I wish I'd known," I said honestly and flexed my ass muscles on Porter's cock. "Now that that's straightened out, who's swallowing this?" Dad asked. "I want to watch you suck your dad's dick," Porter whispered in my ear. "Your wish is my command," I said and leaned over to wrap my lips around Dad's cock. "Yeah, Davey," Dad groaned as he began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. "Fucking hot!" Porter said and began to lift my ass off of his cock and then let it slide back down in a steady rhythm. As I rose off of Porter's cock, it forced Dad's cock down my throat. As I settled back on Porter's cock, it pulled Dad's cock back out of my throat. Off, down. On, out. Off, down. On, out. "Nice ass, huh, Porter?" Dad said as he grasped my head to show he was in control of my sucking. "Oh yeah, Mr. Robinson," Porter agreed, grabbing my hips to show he was in control of my fucking. I couldn't take it any more. I ripped my head out of Dad's grasp, grabbed hold of the windshield frame, and began to thrust my ass up and down on Porter's cock as fast and as hard as I could. I loved being filled by his cock and I desperately wanted his cum in my ass. "That's it, Porter," Dad said. I looked around to discover that Porter had taken my place sucking Dad's cock while I road Porter's cock. "Come on, Porter," I said. "I've wanted your cum for three years now. Give it to me." "You heard my boy, Porter," Dad said. "Give it to him, and I'll give you mine." Porter just responded to both of us with muffled grunts and groans. "Oh, Porter," I moaned. "Shoot your load where so many daddy loads have already gone," Dad ordered. "CUM, PORTER!" I yelled, and Porter replied with a muffled scream. I felt him grab my hips and yank me backward, fully impaling my ass one last time. "Fill, him, boy," Dad laughed. "Fill my boys ass with that delicious cum of yours, Porter!" "Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed every time I felt Porter's cock pulse in my ass. "Oh fuck, Davey," Porter sighed, and I looked over my shoulder to see that Porter was no longer sucking Dad. "Give it to me, Dad," I ordered. "You've got it, son." I leaned my head back on Porter's shoulder with his hard cock still pulsing in my ass. Dad shifted slightly to rest the tip of his cock on my outstretched tongue as he began pumping rapidly. I reached up, took his balls in a firm grip, and pulled gently down on them. "That's it, Davey. Play with daddy's balls. OH YEAH!" he yelled before his first load of thick cum shot out and coated my tongue. "That's fucking hot," Porter whispered in my ear as Dad's second and third loads blasted into my mouth. I just relaxed against Porter and enjoyed the sensation of Dad filling me with the cum that had made me. Dad finally gave one last grunt as a small glob of cum rolled out of his cock and into my mouth. He then slapped his dick against my tongue a couple times to make sure it was empty. "Thanks, boys," Dad said, stepping back to tuck his cock and balls back in his trousers and fasten up. Knowing that Porter knew my mouth was full of daddy cum, I tilted my face toward his and waited for his response. I was completely relieved when he instantly locked his lips on mine and began to explore with his tongue to get some of Dad's cum for himself. I rotated my body on his cock so my legs were hanging out the passenger door and I was able to wrap my arms around Porter. He hugged me tight as we continued our passionate, cum-swapping kiss. "Do you want to go out sometime," Porter asked after he finally brought the kiss to an end. "Like a date?" I asked with surprise. "Yes, like a date," Porter replied. I looked at Dad, who just shrugged. "It's so sudden," I said, trying to ignore the fact that I was being hesitant with someone who had his cock still shoved up my ass. "Well, I've been thinking about you for more than three years now. I'm not out," Porter clarified, "but for you..." "Easy, Porter," Dad broke in. "Why don't you two take it slowly and see how it goes? There's no use crossing public bridges before they're necessary in this small town." "I guess you're right," Porter conceded. "But I do know how I feel." "Well, I certainly know how you make me feel," I laughed, clenching my ass spasmodically on Porter's cock. Porter laughed, and the tension was broken. "Shouldn't we be getting this car back to the dealership?" Dad asked casually. Porter looked at his watch and said, "Oh shit, yes." He then not so casually lifted my ass off of his cock and shoved me out of the door and onto my feet. "Thanks for the lift," I said as I bent to pull my jeans and underwear back on. "Any time," Porter laughed, giving my ass a playful slap before it disappeared into my jeans. ***** "So," Dad said as we all climbed out of the car back at the dealership. "Did Davey earn an additional Presidents' Day discount?" "I think we can work something out," Porter laughed, and then he became serious. "But, like I said earlier, my dad will have to approve whatever we settle on." "I don't think that will be a problem," Dad said confidently. "I'm sure we can let Davey convince him. Davey's very convincing, if you haven't already noticed." "Yes, I've noticed," Porter said, giving me a wink and heading off to the office. "What am I supposed to say to his dad?" I asked uncertainly. "Well, Davey," Dad said casually, dropping his arm over my shoulder. "You remember the Lone Ranger at our Halloween party." An image of me on my knees sucking the masked Lone Ranger's cock at the party flashed before my eyes, and I said, "Yeah." "Well, you just tell Porter's dad that you're willing to ride his Silver any time he wants, and he might give you an even better discount than Porter will." "Porter's dad was the Lone Ranger?" I asked, stopping short with surprise. "You always were quick on the uptake," Dad laughed. "Now, let's go make a deal. You've earned that car. And even if you haven't, you certainly will." ***** Porter and his dad definitely lost money on that car sale, but I can guarantee that they were both well compensated in other ways...and often. Larry was surprised when I told him about Porter, but he said he didn't object to me dating Porter if that's what I really wanted. I then had a long chat with Porter and explained my short-but-complicated sexual history to him. By the time I was finished, he was so horny that he begged me to let him fuck me again. Of course, I agreed and we both enjoyed it a lot. When he was finished, I took the final risky step and filled him in on the one previously overlooked detail--his dad. Porter's cock instantly began to harden again in my ass, and I knew we were on solid ground. Before definitely agreeing to go on any official dates with Porter, however, I made him promise that I could continue to have sex with my dad and friends whenever I felt like it. Porter paused for a moment, but when he finally spoke, I was surprised. He agreed to my condition but asked if he could join me and Coach sometime. Apparently, Porter had wanted to have sex with Coach for years, but the opportunity never came up. I promised that it would now. "And my dad?" Porter asked sheepishly. "Can you arrange that too?" I just laughed and told him that we'd have to wait and see about that one. [Hope you enjoyed this holiday celebration. 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