Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 18:27:11 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: Needs Chapter Two Needs By Jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2014 by jim002@outlook.com This story is complete fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Please donate to Nifty so you can continue to read stories like this. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Two "Do you want me to fuck you, tonight?" Dad asked me. "Or do you want to wait until the plugs stretch you?" "I think wait." Dad nodded. "I know I caused you pain last night. I want my cock to give you only pleasure. We will make sure you are stretched enough before I fuck you again." "I still can't get over the fact that I can eat your semen, straight out of your balls. I really want to do that," I said, grinning. Dad grunted. "And I want to feed you. My grandfather told me it was so satisfying feeding his son that way. He always called semen latte-milk. 'Drink my milk, Tony,' he would say. Or 'Give your uncle a drink of milk,' he would say to me. It was always milk. Since then, just the word milk makes me hard. I used to get really hard when I watched your mother breastfeed you. Later, when you were drinking milk out of a glass, I would have to go into the bathroom and jack off." I shook my head, grinning. "It's so cool that we want the same things." Dad nodded. "It is wonderful." "We don't have any 'milk'. We should stop at the grocery store for 'milk'." I was groping him as I said it. "There's milk in my nuts, son." "Jacking off was about a hundred times more intense, when I could taste your spunk." Dad nodded. "I would have shot much bigger loads if I'd known you were eating it. I don't think you have any idea how happy I was when I found out you had been eating it." "I'm starting to, now," I said. Dad nodded. "I did wonder why you didn't seem to shoot much," I said. "I shot more than you did." "I was usually in a hurry. Now that I won't be, I'll feed you more." "Good. Did your uncle Tony like the taste of his father's cream as much as I like yours?" "Yes, and it made my grandfather just as happy as it makes me. Because of what happened in Sicily, I've always been kind of kinky. After all, my first orgasm was inside my uncle, and it was incredibly intense. I'd just watched my grandfather fuck his son. Everything we did was kinky. I remember my grandfather shot on my cock, out in the vineyard. He told my uncle to lick it off me. I came while he was licking his father's milk off my cock." "Damn, Dad! I wish I'd been there." "I do, too. It pleases me a lot that you are kinky. I'm proud of you for eating my cum while you jacked off. It makes part of me want to rape you. And even though I am going to wait until you are stretched, I do plan to fuck you several times a day. I'm going to turn your ass into a pussy for me to fuck." I groaned. "Do you want to be my puttana, son?" I groaned. "Yes, Daddy. That is exactly what I want." "Good. That is good. You are perfect, Tony. If you had been jacking off to pictures of women, it would have been boring and very disappointing to me." "I'm glad I make you happy, Dad. There's just one thing..." "What is it?" "If you are fucking me several times a day, I won't get any milk. In my mouth, I mean." Dad chuckled. "Don't worry. We both want my milk in your tummy. I will pull out and let you suck me to orgasm." I smiled at him and he chuckled, again. "Will I get sick?" "My uncle didn't. I think it is possible it may give you an upset stomach, at first. But you should get used to it." "I could give myself enemas first," I suggested. "No. I looked that up while I was at work today." I burst out laughing. "I always wondered what you did at work!" Dad laughed, and so did I. "Anyway, having frequent enemas isn't healthy. And I know Uncle Tony didn't do that. I asked. It was after that first time, when I saw my grandfather pull out of his ass and stick his cock in his mouth. We will just have to see." I nodded. "Does the idea bother you?" "No, Dad. It sounds really hot." Dad grinned. "Don't puttanas charge for their work?" I asked him. He burst out laughing. "I will give you an allowance. If you want to think of it as payment for sex, it's fine with me." We both laughed. "I could never charge such a handsome man," I said. He squeezed my hand. We pulled into the motel parking lot. "If you had been there in Sicily, would you have let all three of us fuck you?" Dad asked. "It would have depended how you felt about it." "If I didn't mind." "Then yes, I would have. I don't want any strangers fucking me, but they wouldn't be." Dad nodded. "No. They're family," he said. I nodded. "Like I said, I owe Uncle Tony so much. I would like to share you with him, but only if you are willing." "That's fine with me, Dad. I'll really enjoy having him at one end and you at the other. Or sucking both of you at the same time." Dad smiled. "It's possible he will want you to fuck him," Dad said. "He never hinted that he wanted to fuck me." "I could do that if you were inside me," I said. "I don't know if I would be hard, otherwise." "You need my cock to be hard?" "I...I guess I do." Dad nodded. "Then it's just as well you aren't going to marry a woman," Dad said. "She might resent my being in the bed." I laughed, and Dad joined in. "Especially on the honeymoon!" I said. He grinned. We got out of the car and walked to the stairwell to get to our unit on the second floor. "We'll call Uncle Tony tomorrow morning. Oh. I've taken tomorrow off. We can sleep late." "Really, Dad?" "Yes. I want us to spend time together." We walked into the room. "I wish there were pictures of the three of you in Sicily," I said. Dad nodded. "I do, too. I've always wished, that. It was so hot! Hot! My grandfather liked to see milk in his son's mouth--his and mine. So every time he sucked either of us, Uncle Tony held his mouth open to show his father the milk. I would pay a lot for a photo of that. We'll never have pictures of my grandfather, but we can get ones of Uncle Tony." I nodded. "You know, he is going to want to drink my milk, Tony." "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." "But you'll be able to drink his." "Oh, yeah! That's fine, then. Maybe he can shoot in my mouth while you shoot in his." Dad grinned. "My sweet little pervert!" he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm not a pervert! I'm a puttana!" We both laughed. I knelt and squeezed the mound between his legs. Dad sighed. I grabbed the tab of his zipper. He put his hand on mine to stop me. "Have you been naughty or nice?" Dad asked me. I frowned, wondering what the heck he was talking about. Then I thought about Santa Claus. "I've been naughty Santa." He grinned. "Doing what your father wants is not naughty." "Can I sit on your lap, Santa?" Dad laughed and let go of my hand. I pulled his zipper down, slowly. I could tell Dad was happy. I groped his erection with one hand while I slowly unzipped him with the other. He sighed, again. He pulled my face to his erection in his pants and I kissed the outline of his erection. "Yes. Love that cock." He reached down and pulled my T-shirt off. I got undressed, while he did the same. I groaned when he lowered his briefs. His cock was dripping. "I do love it, Dad! I think I might be in love with it!" "Don't expect me to complain about that. I want it to be your favorite thing. I want you to be unable to keep your hands and mouth off it." I nodded. I knelt and pressed it up against his hairy belly. I placed kisses on the underside. My lips got wet when I kissed the head. I licked his precum off them. I pressed my face in his crotch and sniffed. Dad groaned. I moved to his balls. I lifted them in one palm and kissed them. "They are full, son." "I'm glad, Daddy." "Once you are draining them two or maybe even three times a day, they will switch into high gear. My grandfather said that when he began fucking Uncle Tony, he could only come once. As time went on, two orgasms became possible, and then it became easy to have two. They couldn't have sex whenever they wanted. My aunt Josephine lived with them. We can. After you are making me come twice a day for a while, I might be able to come three times a day." "Was Josephine you grandfather's daughter?" "Yes. She took care of the house and cooked for them." "Did your grandfather fuck her?" "I don't know. I doubt it--he might have gotten her pregnant. But grandfather was kinky. Who knows?" I peeled back his foreskin and licked the wet head of his cock. "I'm glad you are taking your time with it," he said. "Your mother's idea of foreplay is me begging for sex." I looked up at him. "I really don't understand that." Dad shrugged. I went back to licking his head. After that, I licked the shaft. I could taste him, and his precum. Both were delicious. He reached under my arms and pulled me up. "Let's get that butt plug into you. We can play while it stretches you." I nodded, smiling. He got the smallest plug out and grabbed the lube. While he did that, I ran my hand over his chest and belly. "I love how hairy you are." He grinned at me. "You aren't going to shave tomorrow, are you?" "No. You want me in a beard." "I do. When you had one, I wanted to feel it so bad. But I was afraid you would think I was weird. Or worse, figure out that I wanted you." "I should have acted sooner," Dad said. "We both wanted sex. I should have hinted, or shown you how to jack off, or something! I was afraid your mother would find out how I feel about you." I nodded. "Lie on your stomach," Dad said. I lay down. "I don't want you," I said. Dad frowned. "What?" "You told me to lie." I paused. "On my stomach." He barked out a laugh. "I'm glad it's a lie." "Me, too." Dad squirted some lube on his fingers. He pushed a cold, wet finger inside me. He fucked me with his finger. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He moved around, so it was closer. He wiggled his finger around inside me. Then he pulled it out. He put more lube on his fingers and pushed two slowly inside me. "Does that hurt?" "Yes, but it also makes me happy." He grinned. "That's how I felt last night. It hurt like hell, but I was very, very happy you were fucking me." "Well, that's why we are stretching you." He moved his two fingers around inside me. "Is Uncle Tony the only guy you've fucked?" "Yeah. I thought about doing it, but never did. Then I met your mother." I nodded. Dad pulled his fingers out. I watched him squirt lube on the plastic plug. He placed it at my hole. He pushed slowly. It hurt. It also wasn't going inside me. "Push harder." Dad did. It started to enter me. "I think it would be less painful if you just pushed it all the way in." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Dad pushed it the rest of the way in. "OK! We will let that little thing do its job. I'm going to send Uncle Tony an email." "Oh, good!" Dad got of the bed and walked over to the desk. His laptop case was next to it. He pulled it out and put it on the desk. Then he plugged in the power. I stood next to him. I looked at his cock. It was getting soft. "Let me get under the desk," I said. "Huh?" Dad asked. He pushed his chair back. I climbed under there and pulled him back. Then I took his cock in my mouth. "Ah. Now I see.or feel." I sucked him, while he used his laptop. I closed my eyes and concentrated on how his cock felt in my mouth, and how it tasted. I could feel the butt plug inside me. Like Dad said, it was turning my ass into a pussy he could fuck. I wondered if I really wanted to share his cock with Uncle Tony. Part of me didn't, but part of me wanted to suck Uncle Tony. Why suck one cock, when you can suck two? Was that greedy? I decided the possibility of having two stiff cocks inside me at the same time was worth having to share Dad. Besides, even if Uncle Tony moved in with us, he was older. He might lose interest in sex when he got older. "Be careful with your teeth," Dad said. Yikes! "I sent you Uncle Tony's email address," Dad said. He pushed his chair back. I let go of his cock. I didn't stop looking at it, though. It was shiny from my saliva. I spent a while staring at it. I admired its brown color, the prominent veins, and the way it widened a little in the middle. I pulled back his foreskin and looked at the head. A bead of precum formed. I leaned forward and licked it up. Dad grunted. I looked up at him. He was staring at me intently. He looked deadly serious. His expression made me shiver. "I don't want you looking at other cocks." "OK, Dad." "If you need to jack off, I want you looking at pictures of me." "I will." "Promise." I looked up at him. "Daddy, you are the ultimate man to me. Your cock is perfect. Why would I look at another man or cock?" "I know you love it and you love me. But I want all your sexual fantasies to involve only me." "OK. I promise." "I'm not even sure now that I want you looking at Uncle Tony's." "It's your decision, Dad." He nodded. "We'll see. I still owe him." Dad stood. He held out his hand and helped me up. He sat on a chair and pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me. "I've seen love in your eyes when you looked at me, Tony. I've seen it your whole life. But now I can see lust along with it. I love that, son. Your mother thought my cock was nothing special." "I'm not lying or exaggerating, Dad." "I know. I just hope you don't get bored with it." "To do what instead? Jack off by myself. I can't see going back to that." He nodded. "How does your butt feel?" "Full. It doesn't hurt." "We will wait a while and then put in a bigger one." I looked into his brown eyes. He suddenly pulled my mouth to his and we kissed. It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was passionate. I loved it! It lasted a long time. "Will you lie on the bed? I want to spend time getting to know your cock." He grinned. He lifted me up. I stood. He pushed the chair back. He got up and lay down on the bed. I climbed on it and rested my cheek on Dad's hairy stomach. Dad worked out at a gym and he had abs. He didn't trim his pubic hair and it was long and thick. I liked it, the way I liked everything about him. I looked at his pretty brown erection. I ran my fingertips over it and Dad shivered. I wrapped my hand around it and it jumped in my hand. I pulled the foreskin back very slowly, watching the pinkish head slowly appear. I began stroking it slowly. A clear drop appeared at the slit. I licked it. It was sweet and delicious. My father's body made it for me and only me. "Did Mom ever tell you your precum is delicious?" "No. Is it?" "Yes." "Keep that up and I will produce plenty for you. I want to enjoy it, son. I want my body to give you pleasure. You are sure giving it to me. Take your time. There's no hurry. If we stay in this position for hours, I will be perfectly contented." "I love it, too, Daddy. It's.slow and intimate." "Yes. We don't ever need to rush to orgasms. I enjoy this far more." I continued my slow strokes. I heard Dad sigh. It seemed contented, as he said. I was sure contented. I licked a second drop of clear fluid off the head of his cock. Then I pulled back the foreskin and began licking the head. His cock bounced from the attention. I stopped and watch precum ooze out. I lapped it up and went back to slow strokes. After a few minutes, Dad tilted my head up. "I hope we do this a lot." I smiled at him. "It sure beats watching TV." He grinned, nodding. "I can tell you one thing. Slow foreplay like this makes me shoot huge loads." "I want your milk. The more you feed me, the happier I will be." Dad grinned and nodded. I turned my attention back to his cock. We did it a long time. I wasn't keeping track. In a way, I think I was hypnotized by my own actions-the head of his cock appearing and then disappearing. I was shocked when Dad said it was ten o'clock. "Ten o'clock! I had no idea!" He grinned. "You've been doing it for over two and a half hours." He let his head fall back. "Damn! I wish every evening could be so perfect," he said. "Why can't they be?" "Things will interfere. They always do. But I really have to tell you that this is about a thousand times better than my honeymoon." I grinned. "Really?" "Oh. Yeah. There is absolutely no comparison. We didn't spend much time having sex and that was why I wanted a honeymoon. Your mother wanted to shop!" He pulled me up next to him. "This is the best sex I ever had, Tony." I smiled at him. "I'm glad, Dad. I do really love your cock." He chuckled. "I have absolutely no doubt of that!" He pulled my mouth to his and we kissed. He pulled away. He straddled me. "I'm going to feed you now." I grinned at him. Then I looked at his cock. "You said you wanted a lot of milk. I am wondering if we should do this in the tub." "You are joking!" "Well, maybe." Dad started stroking himself. "Hold my balls. Let them know you love them, too." I fondled them while he fisted his cock. I opened my mouth. "That's it, little bird. Have a worm." I laughed. "I want milk, not worms!" Dad groaned and a blast of cum shot out of his cock and hit my lips. It stung them. That's how powerful his ejaculation was. I opened my mouth as jet after jet shot into my mouth. I tried to swallow, while leaving my mouth open, and couldn't do it very well. I could see what he meant. After his next blast, I closed my mouth and swallowed quickly. Another blast hit my lips before I finished. I opened my mouth. It was unbelievable how much sperm he fed me. He started producing less, and I was able to swallow between spurts. He collapsed on the bed, beside me. He wiped the cum off my chin and neck and stuck his fingers in my mouth. "My semen belongs inside you." I sucked his fingers clean. He kept wiping until all of it was in my mouth. He grinned at me. He rubbed my stomach. "Are you full?" I laughed. "Will you do that tomorrow night?" He grinned. "You bet! Do you feel nauseous, at all?" "No. Just very, very happy." "I am so glad we did this. I might never have known this much pleasure," Dad said. "Really? It was that good?" "Unbelievable. Hands down, the best sex I ever had." Dad picked up his phone. He turned it on. "I wonder how many times your mother called." I shrugged. "That's how I feel. "I'm going to put the other plug into you and then we will go to sleep." "That sounds great." I rolled onto my stomach. Dad pulled the plug out. "Damn. You hole stayed open." He picked up the next size plug and squirted lube on it. He pushed it inside me. I groaned. "Slower?" "No, Dad." It burned like hell, but I didn't want to waste time pushing the stupid plug inside me. It was in, and we got up and brushed our teeth. Dad turned the lights out. We climbed into his bed. He pulled me close. "You are the best lover I ever had," he whispered. I sighed, in complete contentment. I heard his breathing slow. It took me a little while to fall asleep. I was perfectly happy, lying there in his arms. I wondered if I would like anal sex as much as oral. It would be wonderful to be beneath him, getting fucked, but I wondered if I would find it pleasurable. I fell asleep. If you enjoyed it and want to read more, let me know.