Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 19:09:22 -0700 From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Fireworks on the Fourth of July (gay/incest) First off, don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Second, 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... FIREWORKS ON THE FOURTH OF JULY Independence Day was yet another occasion for a backyard barbecue at the Robinson household. Dad was the grill master again, and Mom was the ideal hostess. Unfortunately, after letting the men have Father's Day to themselves, Mom insisted that this holiday was for everyone--ladies as well as men. I got stuck with all the preparation jobs, which kept me so busy that I didn't have a chance to stroke out a load before the guests started to arrive in the late afternoon. As usual, there were plenty of guests. This particular Robinson event was always well attended every year because we had a clear view of the fireworks that the town set off after sundown. Speaking of clear views, I could see all of the poorly disguised looks of disappointment on the men's faces when they arrived and realized this was not going to be a variation of the key-exchange party. "Is the real party up in your room?" my boyfriend, Porter, asked when he arrived. "Could be," I laughed. "Oh no you don't!" Mom quickly appeared out of nowhere to correct us. "You're staying with the rest of us, young man. No running off to your room to play video games." "Okay, Mom," I replied, giving Porter a resigned shrug. "We'll see what happens when more guests arrive and she can't keep track," I added quietly. "Sounds good," Porter conceded. "Where's the food?" "Come on," I laughed, leading Porter into the backyard and across to the grill, where Dad was busy flipping burgers and turning hot dogs. "Looks good, Mr. Robinson," Porter said. "Thanks, Porter," Dad replied with a huge smile. "What can I get you?" "How about a burger with your secret sauce?" Porter laughed. Dad looked over at Mom, who was busy chatting with a group of women, and then he said, "Sorry, Porter, no secret sauce today." "Then I guess I'll have a burger." "Good choice," Dad said, plating up a burger and handing it to Porter. "The fixings are over there," he added, nodding toward a table full of toppings and sides. "Thanks, Mr. Robinson," Porter replied, taking the plate and heading toward the rest of the food. "I could go for a nice sausage," I said as suggestively as I could in the situation. "Oh, I've got a nice juicy sausage for you, Son," Dad laughed, "but you'll have to settle for this foot-long hot dog instead," he added as he plated up a hot dog for me. "At least it's long," I said, taking the plate. "Thanks, Dad." ***** I hung out with Porter and Larry for the rest of the afternoon, but every time we tried to slip away, Mom caught us. My balls were getting desperate, and more than once, I had to sit down with a plate in my lap to hide a boner. I just wanted to start running around the yard and sucking on any cock I could pull out of any guy's pants. "Come on," Porter hissed late in the afternoon when he, Larry, and I were leaning against the backyard gardening shed. I looked at him with surprise, but he just grabbed my arm and yanked me around the corner of the shed and out of sight. "We can't...," I objected but with little conviction. "Shut up, get on your knees, and open your mouth," Porter ordered as he frantically undid his belt and jeans. By the time I hit my knees, he had his jeans shoved down onto his hips and his cock and balls were on display. He bent his knees slightly and leaned back against the shed as he began to stroke his stiffening cock. "Hurry up," I laughed. My heart was racing, because there was a cock in my face and a huge group of people on the other side of the shed. Any one of them could decide to have a look around at any moment, and most of them would be surprised to discover what was going on behind the garden shed. Porter's fist was flying up and down his cock, and his balls were slapping against the front of his jeans. When a bead of shiny precum appeared in his piss slit, I quickly leaned in and flicked my tongue across the cock head and lapped up the precum. "Oh yeah," Porter groaned as his knees buckled a little more. "Mmmmm, good," I murmured before leaning in and applying my tongue more firmly to the head of Porter's cock. I had to be careful to avoid having a fistful of knuckles smack me in the forehead, but I was rewarded with more sweet precum. Porter shortened his strokes without slowing his pace, and I was able to wrap my lips around the cock head and an inch of the shaft. I worked my tongue all over the tip of Porter's cock and swirled around the flared corona. "Oh yeah," Porter groaned when I finally reached up and got a firm grip on his flapping balls. I squeezed them a bit, trying to help expel the cum that was filling them nearly to the bursting point. "Oh god, Davey," Porter moaned softly as his fist sped up, becoming little more than a blur as it flew up and down his cock shaft. "No, Mrs. Robinson," Larry called out, breaking my concentration. "I haven't seen Davey. He must be inside somewhere." I made a quick mental note to thank Larry for the warning and the mother block. "HERE IT CUMS!" Porter hissed as he finally released his cock, grabbed me by the hair, and began thrusting his cock into my hungry mouth. The head began pounding against the back of my throat. I released his balls and grabbed his thighs instead, which allowed his balls to start slapping against my chin. "OH FUCK," Porter grunted with one final thrust as his cum began to gush from his balls, up his shaft, out of his cock, and into my mouth. "Ungh," I grunted as I tried to keep up with the flood of cum that was suddenly filling my throat. I pushed Porter's hips back slightly to get the tip of his cock in a better position to coat my tongue with that hot, salty cum. Load after load after load flew into my mouth. I savored what I could and swallowed what I had to in order not to drown in the deluge of cum. "Oh yeah," Porter sighed as he relaxed against the garden shed and I suckled on his satisfied cock. "I think he's getting some special sauce, Mr. Robinson," Larry called out, and I could hear my dad chuckling. "Was that special enough?" Porter asked. "Oh yeah," I confirmed. "Thanks. I just wish I had a burger to put it on." "Maybe next time," Porter laughed. "Come on, before your mother comes back." I stood up and gave Porter a deep kiss, letting him savor some of the flavor of his own cum. As he leaned back, put his cock and balls away, and started fastening his jeans again, Porter smiled and said, "Mmmm, mmmm, good, even if I do say so myself." ***** "You and me, my room, as soon as you can," I whispered as I walked behind Dad. Darkness was falling and he was chatting with some of our other playmates, so I didn't worry all that much about being heard. "What about us?" Coach Jackson laughed as he elbowed Dad. "Later if you're lucky," I threw back as I walked away. The growing darkness helped to hide my exit from my mother's eagle eyes. Of course, the fact that Porter and Larry were intentionally distracting her for me didn't hurt either. Dad arrived in my bedroom only a couple minutes behind me, but by then I was already naked and a few surprises were in position. "Let's get to it," Dad said as he closed and locked my bedroom door. He quickly unzipped his jeans, reached in, and pulled his cock and balls out. He grinned at me and waited. "Get naked," I ordered. "We don't have time, Son." "Get naked," I repeated firmly. "You're the boss," Dad laughed as he started to remove his clothes. "Now you're catching on," I said with a wicked grin. Dad looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then he dropped the last of his clothes on the floor before saying, "Yes, Son." "On the bed," I ordered. Dad stretched out on my bed and gave his stiff cock a few slow strokes while I watched. I stroked my own engorged cock a few times before climbing on the bed and straddling Dad's broad chest. Dad spread his arms and just grinned at me. I'm sure he was expecting me to feed him my cock, but I had other things in mind. I inched forward and pinned his arms with my knees. "Comfortable?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Dad moaned. "That's good," I replied leaning forward and letting Dad swipe his tongue over the head of my cock. He sighed while I gripped the headboard with one hand and reached under the pillow with the other. While Dad was distracted by savoring my precum, I pulled one pair of handcuffs out from under the pillows and attached it to the headboard. I then switched hands and pulled another pair of handcuffs out from under the other side of the pillows and attached it to the headboard. "More, Son, more," Dad begged. I obliged him by inching forward a little and sending a more of my cock into his mouth. As I did so, I ran my right hand down his arm and clamped it around his wrist. He didn't realize anything was going on until I raised his wrist and clamped it in the handcuffs. With my cock still in his mouth, he turned his head to see what the sudden feel of steel on his wrists meant. Before he could process it completely, I grabbed his other wrist and quickly had it cuffed to the other side of the headboard. "There," I said. With my first mission accomplished, I sat back, pulling my cock out of Dad's mouth. "What the fuck?" Dad asked, but he didn't sound too angry. "Graduation presents from Coach and Mr. Wilson," I said with a smile. "You like?" Dad hesitated for a moment as we just stared at each other. "Oh yeah," he finally muttered. I knew he wasn't lying, because when I continued to scoot backward down his body, I quickly came into contact with his stiff cock. "I have another present too," I said, leaning over to the nightstand and opening the top drawer. "What is it?" Dad asked eagerly. "Oh shit!" he muttered when I held up a thick eight-inch dildo. "Remember my gift from Santa?" "Oh, Son," he groaned. I honestly couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited. "Think you can take this?" "I'd rather take your cock." "All in good time," I replied as I pulled a tube of lube out of the nightstand and climbed all the way back between Dad's legs. "Your mom," Dad protested lamely. "Porter and Larry are keeping her busy," I assured him. "Still, you'd better get on with it," he advised before closing his eyes. I watched with surprise as he quickly threw his legs in the air and caught his feet under the handcuffs. "You've done this before," I observed. Dad opened his eyes and grinned at me. "Once or twice," he said before closing his eyes again and surrendering himself to whatever I wanted to do with his body. The sight of Dad's hairy asshole managed to distract me from my original plan. I had to taste it. I leaned in and quickly flicked my tongue over his tight pink pucker. That elicited a surprised groan and shudder from Dad. I repeated the flicker, and this time Dad begged, "Eat me, Son, eat me." "Oh yeah," I moaned before digging my tongue into his flexing opening. My mouth was immediately rewarded with the taste of Dad's salty sweat while my nose was assaulted with his musky scent. "Deeper, Son," Dad begged, and I forced my tongue farther into Dad's ass. I dug as deep as I could while rubbing my nose in the wet hair that surrounded his opening. "Oh yeah, Son," Dad groaned, "eat my hairy ass." I feasted on Dad's skin and hair and scent as long as I could before returning to my original plan. He moaned some minor objections when I stopped rimming him, but when he heard the lube top flip, he knew we were moving on, and he waited patiently while I squeezed lube onto my index finger. I teased him a bit by just spreading the lube on and around his pucker, which opened and closed in eager anticipation. When Dad groaned, I asked cheekily, "You like that?" "Oh yes, Son, but stop teasing me," he begged. "Okay, Dad, relax," I said soothingly as I finally pressed my index finger through Dad's pucker and drove it all the way in as far as it would go. "Oh yeah," Dad moaned as I began to explore and gently fucked the finger in and out. "More, Son, more," Dad continued to beg. "Patience is a virtue," I replied, suppressing a laugh. However, I decided to oblige his request and slid in a second finger. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as I worked both fingers to open him up and begin the lubing process. When I added a third finger and even more lube, Dad began groaning helplessly. "I never knew you were such a bottom," I said with real surprise. "I like anything that makes me feel as good as I feel right now, Son." "Good to know," I observed, giving him a few more slow but deep finger fucks. "Let's see how this feels," I said ominously as I finally pulled my fingers out of Dad's ass and began to apply lube to the thick eight-inch dildo. "Go for it, Son," Dad said after lifting his head to see what I was doing. "I plan to," I assured him as I pressed the head of the lubed dildo at his back door. "Open wide, Dad." He took a huge breath, and I could feel his ass relaxing as the dildo slowly began to penetrate. He let out a deep groan when the head suddenly pushed passed all resistance and popped inside. I paused until his quick breathing settled back into a steady rhythm, and then I began to press the dildo slowly into his ass. Deeper and deeper and deeper. "Oh yeah," Dad groaned as I filled him. "Thank you, Santa," he moaned when he was fully impaled on the fake cock. "I'm glad you're enjoying the present as much as I have in the past six months," I said. "It sure has satisfied my ass when I couldn't get the real thing." "I've tried my best," Dad laughed. "Oh god yes!" he groaned as I slowly began to fuck him with the dildo. "Fuck me, Son, fuck me." For a while, I just stared at the look of ecstasy on Dad's face as I worked his ass with the dildo. I'd never seen this side of him. He'd let me fuck him before, but this was the first time I just got to relax and watch the waves of pleasure washing over Dad with every penetration. Eventually, I wrapped my fist around Dad's dripping cock and began stroking him along with the penetration, and he groaned with the full pleasure of total stimulation. I then leaned in and began licking his balls while keeping both hands busy, and Dad groaned, "Oh fuck, Son, you're too good to me." "It's easy when you taste this good," I replied, dragging my tongue along the underside of Dad's cock shaft and quickly engulfing the precum-leaking head. "Oh god," Dad moaned. Those were the last words spoken for the next few minutes. I continued to stimulate Dad's cock and ass, and he continued to writhe in response to the stimulation. Finally, Dad groaned, "If you're planning on fucking me with your own cock, you'd better do it now. I don't know how much longer I can last under this attack." I let Dad's cock slip out of my mouth, licked my lips to catch every drop of his precum, and said, "Whatever you want." Dad opened his eyes and looked at me with a grin on his face as I sat back and slowly pulled the dildo out of his ass. He groaned when the fake cock popped out of his ass, but he quickly recovered, flexed his wrists a few times in the handcuffs, and then took a firm grip on the handcuff links that were attached to the headboard. "Fuck me, Son," he said as I moved into position between his legs and aimed my rock-hard cock at his well-lubed, wide-open asshole. "You don't have to tell me twice, Dad." I laughed and took a firm hold on my cock to direct it at Dad's slick opening. "Glad to hear it," he laughed in response before closing his eyes and letting his head drop back against the pillow. "Oh yeah," I sighed as my cock easily slipped into Dad's ass. There was almost no resistance at all as I continued to press deeper and deeper and deeper. "That's it, Son," Dad sighed as my cock bottomed out and my pubes pressed against his ass cheeks. I could feel him gradually tightening his ass on my cock, and as he clamped tighter, I became more and more eager. Just when I thought Dad couldn't tighten his ass any more, he muttered, "Okay, Son, really fuck me." "Oh yeah," I groaned as I pulled my cock slowly out of his grasping asshole and then slowly drove it deep again. "Damn, you're tight, Dad," I muttered as I repeated the motion. "I'm surprised after the workout you gave me with that dildo," Dad laughed. "Oh, that feels so good, Son." I continued fucking him with slow and steady but deep motions until he urged, "Faster, Son, faster." "Oh yeah," I repeated as I picked up the pace and was soon slamming my cock into Dad's ass. He groaned with every penetration, and he yanked reflexively at the handcuffs. "That's it, Son, use my ass good," Dad groaned. I finally grabbed his cock again and began stroking him as I fucked him. "Oh yeah, Son. Thanks." "Any time," I laughed as I kept stimulating his ass and his cock. "Can you cum with me, Dad? I really want you to cum with me." "Anything you want, Son. I can do anything you want." "Then shoot without me stroking you," I said seriously as I released his cock. It slapped back against his stomach as I grabbed his thighs with both hands to steady my deep, hard fucking. "I wanna fuck the cum right out of you." "If anyone can do it, Son, you can. Oh fuck yeah. Harder, Son, harder!" I was so focused on watching my cock slide in and out of Dad's asshole that I didn't even notice when the doorknob was suddenly rattled. I just kept fucking Dad. "Davey, are you in there?" Mom called out. "Shit," I muttered under my breath as I continued to pound Dad's asshole. "Keep going, Son," Dad whispered. "Don't stop!" "Oh god," I groaned softly. "Have you seen your Dad?" Mom asked. "I'm sure he's having a good time somewhere," I called back. "It's not very nice of you to leave Larry and Porter alone to come up here and play video games," Mom persisted. "I'm almost finished!" I called out with as steady a voice as I could manage without interrupting my smooth fucking motion. "Well, hurry up," she responded. "You're being rude." "I'M CUMMING!" I screamed. "I'M CUMMING!" "There's no reason to be testy, young man. Hurry up. I don't plan to miss the fireworks waiting for you." I assumed she left at that point, but I really didn't care. I really was cumming. I gripped Dad's thighs with fists of steel and slammed my cock repeatedly as deep and as hard as I could. "I'M CUMMING, DAD," I hissed. "Me too, Son," Dad groaned as his hard cock suddenly began flexing and jumping on his stomach. "OH FUCK!" I groaned as I planted my cock as deep as I could and began to unleash my torrent of cum in my dad's ass just as fireworks began to explode outside my bedroom window. "FILL ME, SON. FILL ME!" Dad groaned as his ass clamped down on me and his own cock began to spew forth load after load of cum. It splattered over his stomach and chest as he continued to groan and writhe under me. "OH DAD," I moaned as my cock continued to spasm and empty my balls of every drop of cum. "I needed this so bad," I finally sighed. "Me too, Son," Dad laughed. I felt his body begin to relax under me as I released my grip on his thighs and sat back. "Happy Fourth of July, Dad." "You too," he replied. "You know, I don't think anyone has ever fucked me so good before that I saw fireworks." "Fuck you," I laughed, slapping him on the ass and climbing off of the bed. "Just for that, you can stay there while I go back to the party." I wiped my cock on a dirty shirt and started to get dressed. "Maybe I'll even leave the door open so anyone else who wants to come up here and use that juicy ass of yours can be my guest." "You little shit," Dad replied with a grin as he unhooked his legs from under the handcuffs and finally let them fall back down on the mattress. "Where's the key?" "What key?" I asked innocently as I finished dressing. "You'll be sorry." "I don't think you're in any position to be making threats," I replied with a smile. "Still, since you managed to cum without stroking, I guess you earned your independence." I pulled the key out of my jeans pocket and opened the cuffs. "I hope no one notices the red marks," Dad said as he sat up and rubbed his wrists. "I'm sure they'll be noticing other things if you don't clean all that cum off of yourself." "You've got a point there," Dad chuckled. I figured he would grab something from my dirty clothes pile and wipe himself clean. Instead, he looked at my nightstand and saw a water glass. He gave me a wicked grin before grabbing the glass and running the edge repeatedly across his hairy chest and stomach to gather up all the cum he could. Holding up the glass and smiling, Dad asked, "Do you think Porter still wants a burger with my secret sauce?" "I think that's a good bet," I laughed. "Come on. Let's go ask him." I took the glass of cum from Dad and waited for him to get dressed. When we finally headed back to the party, the handcuffs were still dangling from my headboard and the dildo was still in the middle of my bed. I hoped I would get another chance to use them that night, especially if Dad's secret sauce had the desired effect on Porter. Unfortunately, once Mom spotted me returning to the party, she never let me out of her sight again that night. Still, Porter and I, and several other men for that matter, got to enjoy using my toys during plenty of other encounters that summer. Even Dad requested them again occasionally when he was feeling that certain itch that I was always glad to scratch. ------------------- Hope you enjoyed this latest holiday celebration. Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;) For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.