Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 00:58:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Plumbers Snake, Part 2 (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, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in a grown man fucking around with his dad and his plumbing clients. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! PLUMBER'S SNAKE PART 2 As Joe the plumber continued working away on the sink pipes, I continued stroking my own hardening pipe. I'd certainly read my fair share of fantasy incest porn, and I'd shot many loads of cum while doing so. The real thing, though, was another story...if it was the real thing. Could a father and son really have sex with each other as if it was just any other everyday activity? Or was Joe just teasing me after filling my stomach with his warm, gooey cum? "Let me get this straight," I finally said, "just so there's no mistake. Your dad actually fucks you. Your real dad?" "Yep," Joe replied, continuing to work. "He fucks my ass whenever either of us needs to blow a load." "And you fuck him?" I asked after a nervous gulp. "Only when he's extra horny," Joe chuckled. "He has to be really desperate to take me. You've seen how long my snake is. Not everyone's up for it." "I would be," I said without thinking. "I'll bet you would." "But your own dad..." "A dick's a dick when you need one bad enough. Why not make use of one that's permanently willing and available in the same house?" "But... I mean... Did he...? How?" I couldn't quite put my thoughts in order. "It's pretty much like when you get your own ass fucked," Joe chuckled. "No, I mean... How did it start? Did you... Well, did you seduce him?" "Seduce?" Joe looked at me and started to laugh. "You make it sound like he's my girlfriend or something. We just take care of each other and enjoy our time together." "Okay, but it had to start somehow," I said defensively. "I suppose it did," Joe agreed as he resumed his work. "Well?" I prodded him after a long pause. "You sure are inquisitive." "It's not every day someone tells me that he fucks with his own real dad on a regular basis." "As regular as I can get it," Joe laughed. "So how did it start?" I persisted. "Okay," Joe said, finally stopping the work and looking at me, "but you better stop stroking that thing, or my story will have you shooting your load all over this kitchen floor." "If that's what it takes," I agreed, releasing my cock, which still continued to flex and pulse with excitement. "Well," Joe started as he stood up and leaned back against the sink, "it was a dark and stormy night." He looked me dead in the eye and I stared back. After a long pause, he burst out laughing. "Damn, you're gullible." "What? Why?" I asked, both confused and hurt. "Fuck, I don't remember," Joe said, hesitating to return to his work. "It just happened one night when I came home drunk and he was supposed to be punishing me. One thing led to another when I started going on about how horny I was and how much I wished I had a cock to suck." "I'll bet that was a surprise," I observed. "Not really. He knew I was a cocksucker. He'd even caught one of my friends fucking me. No, the surprise was when I started begging him to let me suck his dick that night. He gave me all the standard father-son objections, but I was a persistent little fucker. Well, sucker." "But he gave in," I whispered, not wanting to break the mood. "Yeah, I think he was more afraid that I would wake Mom in the next room," Joe chuckled. "Damn, you're getting me horny just thinking about it." "You're not the only one," I laughed. With my cock once again held firmly in my right hand, I stepped bravely forward and placed my left palm on Joe's bulging crock. I ground my palm against his throbbing snake, and a moan rose from deep inside him. "So, did he fuck you that night too?" I inquired. Joe laughed, "No, but I guess once you've sucked your dad's cock, it's not all that big a deal to have him fuck your ass. I know it wasn't for me, and it didn't take Dad long to catch on." "What's it like to get fucked by your own dad?" I asked a little too eagerly. "Fun," Joe replied. "If you want to know the truth, he's probably the best fucker I've ever had, and I've already managed quite a few in my time." "What about your mom?" "Never fucked with her," Joe replied before breaking into loud laughter at his own joke. "She still around?" "Oh yeah, but she doesn't have a clue." "Or just prefers not to," I suggested. "Possible, but she's still getting her fair share of Dad's cock and cum, so she's not complaining. Speaking of complaining, I'd better get this job done, or Dad's gonna be the one doing the complaining." "I would much rather you took care of this job," I said, waving my hard, drooling cock at him. "That is, if you're as good a cocksucker as you say." "Better, but I've gotta finish this job first before Dad gets here," Joe replied, turning back to the sink. I was disappointed, but I managed to sit quietly while Joe got back to work. The sight of his nice ass was a reasonable distraction. I finally couldn't take it any more. I released my cock and stepped up right behind Joe. I gripped his firm ass in my sweaty hands. Joe didn't say anything; he just kept working. I started doing my own work--gripping those muscular butt cheeks, releasing them, running my palms over them. "You have a nice ass," I whispered as I stepped closer and started rubbing my hard cock against the rough fabric of his jeans. "So my dad tells me," Joe laughed. "Will you let me fuck you?" I asked breathlessly as I continued grinding my cock against the seat of Joe's jeans. "From what he said on the phone," Joe replied, "Dad has other plans for you." "Then let me fuck you before he gets here," I growled insistently. "That should do it," Joe said, putting down his work tools. "About time," I moaned as I continued to hump his ass. Joe wiped his grimy hands on his jeans and started running water in the kitchen sink. "Voila!" he trumpeted as the water drained smoothly without any backup or gurgling. "I'll put my snake and stuff back in the truck," he said, taking up his equipment and sliding away from me. "You should probably put your own snake away until the boss gets here," he added with a laugh when he turned and saw my blood-filled cock pulsing frantically in the air. "Come on, let me fuck you." I knew I was whining, but I was desperate. Joe had me so horned up and I needed desperately to unleash all that energy. "It sounds like you have an unsatisfied client, Son." I looked past Joe and saw his spitting image stepping into the room. I swear, they looked like identical twins but with one being about twenty years older than the other. I froze with my cock still waiving in the air. I waited. "I'm just following orders, Dad," Joe replied. "You wanna check my work. I'll be right back." Joe took his equipment and headed out to his truck. I watched as his dad stepped silently up to the sink, turned on the water, and listened as it drained smoothly away. Without turning off the water and without turning to look at me, Mr. Henderson said, "So, you wanna fuck my boy, do you?" I was dumbstruck and, to be honest, the guy scared the shit out of me. "Well?" he growled, turning off the water and spinning around to face me. "Yes, sir," I said in barely a whisper. "What was that?" he barked. I gulped, licked my lips, and repeated, "Yes, sir." "That's what I thought you said." Mr. Henderson stepped forward so he was right in my face. "You wanna shove this cock up my son's ass?" he asked, grabbing my dick and squeezing it. "OH SHIT!" I gasped with surprise. Mr. Henderson just grinned and slowly started stroking my cock. I couldn't control myself. I began to pant with excitement. I grabbed the edge of the counter behind me. My eyes rolled back into my head. And with one deep, long, drawn-out moan, I started shooting my cum. My elbows dropped to the counter to support me, but Mr. Henderson kept silently pulling on my exploding cock. "Are you a satisfied customer now?" Mr. Henderson finally asked after he released my spent cock and I sank to my hands and knees in front of him. "I just might be," I panted, still trying to catch my breath. "Damn, boy, you sure make a mess," Mr. Henderson laughed. He stepped back against the sink, and I looked up to discover that I'd creamed all over the front of his jeans. "Sorry," I said with a guilty grin. "Couldn't wait for me?" Joe chuckled when he returned to the kitchen to find me spent on the floor and his dad's jeans covered in cum. "Is that all his, or are you leaking out as well?" he asked his dad. "All his, Son. If you don't believe it, taste for yourself." "I think I just might," Joe replied, sinking to his knees in from of his dad. "Fuck," I hissed when Joe leaned in, stuck out his tongue, and lapped up the first load of my cum from his dad's jeans. "How's it taste, Boy?" Mr. Henderson asked. "Mmmm," Joe moaned in reply as he licked more and more cum off of the jeans. The slimy white substance quickly disappeared into Joe's mouth. Only wet spots of cum and saliva were left in the wake of Joe's greedy exploration. "Must be pretty good," Mr. Henderson laughed, resting one of his hands on his son's head and ruffling his hair. Joe paused to reply, "Even better because I'm licking it off you, Dad." And then he went back to work. When Joe had lapped up all of the cum that had been clinging to the jeans, I watched as he looked down at the floor. When he saw scattered puddles of cum, he quickly scooted over and started licking the floor like a starving puppy in search of crumbs. "Damn, Boy!" Mr. Henderson laughed. "If you're that desperate for cum, try this." "Oh yeah," I sighed as Mr. Henderson undid his jeans, pushed them down to rest on his hips, and waved his growing cock in his son's direction. With the floor licked clean, Joe looked up to see what his dad was talking about. "FUCK YEAH, DAD!" he yelled as he scooted back over to his dad and quickly started devouring the cock that had created him. "That's it, Boy. Get Daddy's snake nice and wet, so I can make sure this customer's drains are definitely clear." Joe stopped to complain, "I thought you were going to feed me your cum!" "Maybe he'll let you eat it out of his ass afterward," Mr. Henderson chuckled. I let out an involuntary moan of excitement, and after a moment of disappointment, Joe went back to work on his dad's dick. When Mr. Henderson's snake was at full hardness, it looked almost but not quite as big as Joe's dick. A moment of panic flashed through me when I thought of getting fucked by a dick that big and thick, but then I recovered and rushed upstairs to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes as I ran, so when I reached my destination, I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I grabbed the lube from its storage place and quickly began getting my ass ready to be ravaged by Mr. Henderson and, if I was lucky, his son too. I dug my lubed fingers deeper into my asshole at the horny thought of being filled by dad and son cum. "Oh fuck," I groaned. Enough fantasy. Time to go. I wiped my fingers on my chest and rushed back downstairs with the tube of lube still in my fist and my hard cock bouncing from side to side in eager anticipation. "Damn, we got one hot fucker here, Son," Mr. Henderson laughed when I rushed into the kitchen with the lube still in my hand and bent over the counter with my ass on display. There was no doubt that I was ready to be used. "Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged over my shoulder, dropping the tube of lube on the counter. "Come and get it." "Sorry, Son," Mr. Henderson chuckled, pulling his cock out of Joe's disappointed mouth. "Hurry up," I said eagerly. There was no embarrassment about showing just how desperate I was to get fucked by that big daddy plumber's snake. "Patience, boy," Mr. Henderson ordered as he slapped me hard on the ass. "Oh yeah," I groaned deep in my throat. "Not sure this snake is gonna fit in your tight little drain," Mr. Henderson observed as he started digging the fat head of his cock between my cheeks in search of my lubed hole. "I'm willing to try," I replied breathlessly. "Go for it," I added when I felt the head pressing against my back door. "Fuck me, sir. Please." "Whatever the customer wants," Mr. Henderson growled, and I felt him pressing his cock forward. My ass resisted, in spite of how bad I wanted that cock in me. I tried to relax. I breathed deep. I concentrated on anything but the battering ram at my gate. "OPEN UP!" Mr. Henderson yelled as he slapped my ass again, even harder this time. I jumped with surprise and at that moment Mr. Henderson shoved even harder. "FUCK!" I screamed as the thick head rammed into my ass, which felt as stretched as if it had a log being forced into it. "You sure you want this?" Mr. Henderson asked, pausing for my reply. I panted quickly, trying to relax. I even pounded the counter a few times before my body surrendered to the invasion. "Yes, yes, yes," I hissed as I became more and more accustomed to the pain mixed with pleasure. "Fuck me," I sighed. It came out halfway between begging and ordering. "Okay, time for a professional plumber to show you how to snake out a drain," Mr. Henderson said as he began to push more and more of that daddy dick into my already straining ass. I grunted and groaned as every added inch of that snake worked its way into me. And yet I continued to want more. I wanted more of that snake. More of that cock. Filling me. Pounding me. Hopefully flooding me with cum. "Fuck me, Daddy," I moaned. "Damn," Mr. Henderson laughed. "Yeah," Joe observed, "the thought of you fucking me really turned him on. I'll bet he's pretending it's his own daddy slipping his snake into him." "Is that what you're doing, boy?" Mr. Henderson asked. "You imagining your own daddy fucking your ass? I tried to deny it, but I couldn't. "Yes, yes. Oh god, yes. I always wanted my dad to fuck me. I wish you were my dad." "Well, as far as you're concerned, I'm your daddy today. So, relax and make your dad happy. Oh yeah, that's it. Work that ass on Daddy's snake." As perverted as it sounds, I was definitely picturing my own dad standing behind me and working his cock into his own son's ass. I wanted that to happen so bad. I wasn't lying to Mr. Henderson, but until that moment, I don't think I'd ever admitted it even to myself. "Oh, Dad, fuck me," I begged, clamping my ass tightly on the invading cock and rocking my hips back and forth in a slow fucking motion. "You wanna get fucked, you're gonna get fucked," Mr. Henderson commented, and then with one final ram, he buried his snake deeper up my ass than any other cock had ever gone. "Oh god!" I let out a long, drawn-out moan. "You ain't felt nothing yet," Mr. Henderson bragged as he slowly slid out, and then he rammed my ass full of cock again. "YES!" I yelled. "YES! YES! YES!" I repeated with every hard, ramming thrust that filled my ass and pounded me against the cabinet. "I think he likes it, Dad," Joe laughed. "I know I sure do," Mr. Henderson grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of me. "You've got definite competition here." "Then I'll just have to use the other side," Joe replied smugly. I expected them to reposition me so Joe could feed me his cock. After all, he had promised they would snake me out at both ends. Instead, I just saw the tube of lube disappear from the counter and then, after a short time, suddenly crash back down into view beside me. Mr. Henderson froze and grunted. "I guess that's one option," he finally said, although it sounded strain. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew what wasn't happening. My ass wasn't getting fucked properly. "Fuck me," I groaned. "Fuck me," I insisted. "Fuck me," I begged as I tried to fuck myself on Mr. Henderson's cock since he wasn't making the effort. "YES!" Joe yelled. "FUCK!" Mr. Henderson roared. "SHIT!" I groaned, from both pleasure and surprise as Mr. Henderson's cock was rammed into my ass and I was smashed against the counter. "You don't mess about, do you, Son?" Mr. Henderson panted in my ear, but I knew he wasn't talking to me. "You know the setup, Dad," Joe laughed. "If I don't get to suck your cock, I get to fuck your ass. Now, are you ready to have your own drain cleaned?" "I am," I grunted under the pressure. "Go for it, Son," Mr. Henderson said. "Oh yeah," Joe sighed. From the shift, I could tell that Joe had in fact rammed his cock up his dad's ass in the motion that pinned me against the counter, and now he was setting up a slow fucking motion. "Oh yeah," I echoed as Joe's motions caused Mr. Henderson to snake in and out of my own ass. Harder and faster. Deeper. Thrusting. Pounding. The counter was shifting and the contents of the drawers were rattling with every powerful thrust. "That's it, Son," Mr. Henderson grunted. "Damn, I never get enough of your cock." "You're gonna get plenty of cum too, Dad," Joe laughed between grunts. "Soon." "You know I can take all you got," Mr. Henderson replied. "Let's do this," he added, grabbing my hips. "That's it, Dad, fuck yourself on my cock," Joe yelled. "Oh yeah," I moaned as it became obvious that Mr. Henderson was doing all the work of fucking his cock into me and then thrusting his ass back onto his son's snake. "I can't believe I'm having sex with a real father and son," I groaned. "Believe it, boy," Mr. Henderson growled. "And maybe someday it will come true for you too. Riding your own dad's dick. Giving him the kind of pleasure that only a son can really give a dad. Right, Son?" "Oh yeah, Dad," Joe panted, obviously thrusting his cock forward to meet his dad's hungry ass. "That's it, Dad. Oh fuck, you're too good." "Cumming already, Son?" Mr. Henderson grunted. "Getting close. Getting close," Joe acknowledged. "Then fuck me, Boy," Mr. Henderson ordered. "Slam that snake up my drain. OH YEAH," he bellowed in my ear as Joe slammed into him and he slammed into me. "FUCK ME, BOY! FUCK ME!" Joe was doing all the work, now, knocking the wind out of both Mr. Henderson and me with every hard, pounding thrust. Grunting and groaning with abandoned pleasure. "Oh, Dad, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." "HOLD IT, SON," Mr. Henderson ordered. "PULL OUT NOW!" I felt the pressure released as Joe obviously obeyed his father, and then Mr. Henderson gripped me firmly around the waist and spun me around. Joe's engorged cock was throbbing in my face. "OH YEAH!" I yelled as Mr. Henderson, with his arm still clutched around my waist to keep me up, began humping his cock frantically into my ass with shallow but urgent fucks. "Suck him, boy," Mr. Henderson ordered. Without even thinking about where Joe's cock had just been, I reached out, grabbed it, pulled it toward me, and eagerly sucked that big, fat lubed cock head into my mouth. "FUCK YEAH!" Joe crowed as he began pumping away at his slick cock, slamming his fist against my nose again and again in his excitement. "That's it, Son," Mr. Henderson grunted. "You snake out that end, and I'll finish this one." "You gonna shoot, Dad?" Joe panted. "Whenever you're ready, Son," Mr. Henderson replied. I just relaxed and enjoyed the forbidden sensation of being filled at both ends by a real father and son. "I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" "FEED IT TO HIM, SON!" "CUM WITH ME, DAD! "I'M GONNA, SON! OH FUCK! FUCK!" "OH, DAD. DAD. DAD. NOW!" Joe and Mr. Henderson slammed their dicks into me and began to flood me with Henderson family cum at both ends. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Reflexive shudders and thrusts drove them deeper into me. Filling me. Feeding me. Servicing me. Finally, the father and son both straightened up with their hands on their hips, and Mr. Henderson asked, "Are you a satisfied customer now?" Joe slid his cock out of my mouth so I could reply, which I did after I gulped down what remained of his cum flood. "Not completely." I looked up at Joe with a wicked grin. Slowly, I straightened up, and Mr. Henderson straightened up as well with his cock still buried in my ass. Cum somehow managing to ooze out around Mr. Henderson's snake and trickle down my thighs. "I think Henderson Plumbing agrees with him," Joe laughed. "And I think," Mr. Henderson laughed, reaching around to grab my cock that was still throbbing away and leaking precum like there was no tomorrow, "he still wants that service he was begging for when I arrived." "What service would that be?" Joe asked innocently. "I wanna fuck you," I replied boldly, which made both of the Henderson men start to laugh. "Oh yeah," I groaned as Mr. Henderson's laughter caused his snake to pulse inside my ass. "You know the Henderson Plumbing motto, Son. Always give the customer what he wants." "Whatever you say, Boss," Joe laughed, starting to turn around. "After I'm finished getting satisfied first," Mr. Henderson added as he began to work his snake inside me. Even spent and softening, that daddy cock felt amazing. I closed my eyes and sank into the feeling while savoring the aftertaste of Joe's cum. "Oh yeah, Daddy," I sighed. "I think I'll call Mom and tell her we'll be late this evening," Joe said. "Good idea, Son," Mr. Henderson sighed as he slowly continued sliding his snake in and out of my flexing ass. I heard Joe leave the kitchen, but out of sight, out of mind. Besides, I was having too much fun to worry about what Joe was getting up to on his own. "By the way," Mr. Henderson said casually as he started to fuck me again with a more determined motion, "the name's Frank." "Good to meet you, Frank," I moaned, "I'm Mikey. And I like it. I really like it!" ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fun. 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