Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:24:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot for Dad, Chapter Nine

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.
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has been posted, without the consent of the author.

Mark Stevens


Hot For Dad, Chapter Nine

	I opened my eyes and looked around. Dad was sleeping behind me. I
felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. I leaned into him, getting as
close as I could to his warm body. Then I realized he had left his cock
inside my ass the night before after fucking me. I could feel it moving
inside me as it swam through the river of cum it had shot up there. When I
realized Dad was getting morning wood while still inside my hole, I started
working my ass, rotating it, feeling the wiry cock curls tickle the cheeks
of my ass.  It didn't take much grinding before I felt Dad start to work
his cock back and forth, spreading my cum filled hole with each thrust he
made.
	Dad was soon fucking me hard, pounding my ass with his thick
cock. I heard him moan. "God, you sure know how to wake me up," he said.
	"It was so fucking hot waking up and feeling your dick buried
inside me," I groaned.
	Dad kept on fucking me, splitting my ass wide open with his thick
cock. I pressed into him as hard as I could, forcing him to go deep,
allowing my prostate to be abused. As Dad fucked me, I suddenly felt my
balls begin to rumble, and I knew I wasn't far from cuming.  My cock
exploded, and just as I felt Dad thicken up inside me, I shot a huge creamy
load into the air. It landed on the sheets beside me.
	"Shit, Danny, I'm going to shoot," Dad moaned.
	"Fill me, Dad," I told him. "Give me more of your spunk," I cried
out.
	"Oh fuck," Dad cried out."
	Dad slammed my ass harder with each shot of cum he sent deep inside
me. As I felt more cum enter my ass, I forced the muscles of my ass to
clamp down on his cock, sucking the last of the cum from his cock.
	Dad wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to him. He lay
there spent and drained. We both were happy to lie there, clinging to each
other, our bodies stuck together by sweat and cum.
	A few moments later I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard
Dad call my name.
	"Danny?"
	"Yeah," I answered.
	"I love you, son."
	"I love you, too, Dad," I answered back. I pressed hard into Dad's
body, feeling his hairy chest against my back.
	"I'm so glad you came with me this trip. You think you'd like to
come next time?"
	"No doubt," I assured him.
	We cuddled and napped for a time, and then I felt Dad stand to his
feet. I watched as he reached for his clothes. I asked, "You getting up?"
	Dad nodded. "Yep, much as I hate to, we need to get around. I'd
like to be on the road by noon."
	I stood to my feet. I was naked, and I saw Dad's eyes travel up and
down my body.
	"God, you're so hot," he praised me.  He reached out and pulled me
to him. He hugged me tightly.
	"You're the one who's hot," I said.  "I watch you walk across the
room and I get hard instantly."
	"Well, we're heading home today, so guess we will have to be on our
guard won't we?"
	I quickly dressed, and together, Dad and I worked on the camp. We
opted for a light breakfast of cereal, and with that quickly downed, we
began tearing our camp down. As we put the last of our gear in the back of
the truck, the sound of a truck engine came to our ears. I watched as Tom
brought his truck to a halt and joined up.
	"Morning, fellows," he greeted.
	"Hey, Tom," Dad called out.
	"Looks as if you guys are about ready to hit the road," Tom said
looking around.
	Dad nodded. "Yep, we are."
	Tom looked at me. "I've really enjoyed getting to know you, Danny."
	"Same here, Tom," I quickly assured him.
	"Danny's already told me he wants to come back next time," Dad told
Tom.
	"Good, can't wait," Tom grinned.
	We finished clearing our camp, settled up with Tom for the camping
fees, and by noon, as Dad had hoped, we were on our way home.
	As Dad drove along the high way, he talked to me. "Danny, I hope I
haven't disappointed you," he said. He gave me a quick look and then
returned his eyes to the highway.
	"Disappoint me?" I asked, confused. "Why would I be disappointed?"
	"Because you found out that I've spent quite a bit of time with
Tom," Dad answered.
	"Dad, I told you already, I'm cool with anything you have ever
done. My god, you've fucked me, and I've fucked you. We've shared a
closeness most sons and their father's ever experience. I could never be
disappointed in you."
	"I appreciate you saying that, Danny." Dad's voice broke, and for a
moment he didn't speak. Finally, he said, "I love you, Danny, so very
much."
	I reached over and gave his leg a squeeze.  "I love you too, Dad."
	As the miles passed behind us, Dad and I talked about lot of
things. We talked about our feelings a lot; however, we also just talked
about father and son things too. We even discussed my brother Jason.
	Dad looked across the seat at me and asked, "Are you looking
forward to seeing your brother over Thanksgiving?"
	I was thoughtful for a moment. "I think so," I answered.
	Dad turned and looked at me once more, but didn't say anything. I
think he wanted to ask me if I planned on having any type of sex with my
brother when I saw him. For some reason, even though we were becoming
really close, I don't think he was comfortable asking me about it. I almost
brought it up myself, and then decided to let it drop. Whatever happened,
if anything, it would just happen.  After all, it would be a month before
Jason was home. Four weeks, and I certainly planned on getting a lot of
Dad's cum during that time. I lay my head back against the seat and was
soon fast asleep.

End of Chapter Nine

Thanksgiving promises to be very interesting, doesn't it?
Mark Stevens