Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 23:11:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 7 (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 father-and-son plumbers fucking around with clients...and each other. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! PLUMBER'S SNAKE PART 7 "Oh, Mikey. Oh yeah. Oh, that feels so good," Tommy moaned softly in my ear. We were spooned on our sides in his big king-sized bed, and Tommy was slowly sliding his hard cock in and out of my ass. He had one arm under my neck, with that hand gently playing with my nipples. His other arm was draped over my hip, with that hand slowly stroking my own hard cock. It was a Friday evening. Martha, Tommy's wife, was visiting her sister for the weekend, so we had all the time we needed to fuck our brains out. Still, there was no need to waste any of that time. I'd gone over to Tommy's right after work, and we'd started fucking right away. It was the first time we didn't have to rush so Martha wouldn't get suspicious or, worse yet, catch us with Tommy's cock in my ass. Without all that pressure, Tommy was able to take his time, and he was enjoying it. It felt like he was going to make it last forever. "Mmmm, this is the way it should be," Tommy whispered in my ear. "Nice and slow and smooth." "Feels good to me," I moaned, gently tightening my ass's hold on his cock. "Oh, Mikey," Tommy groaned. "I wish we'd been doing this ever since you moved in next door." "So do I. Believe me, so do I." "Your ass is so tight and juicy. Feels like I'm fucking velvet." "With a rod of steele," I laughed. "You get my cock harder than it's been for years." "I'm glad. It feels so good, Dad." "Oh, Mikey," Tommy groaned, and I felt him shake involuntarily and clutch me tighter. "You cumming?" "Not yet, it just does something extra special to me when you call me that." "Dad?" "Oh yeah," Tommy groaned. He gripped my cock even tighter and pinched my nipple. "Oh, Dad," I moaned because of his rougher handling. "Fuck me, Dad. Roll on top of me and fuck me," I begged. Without any hesitation, Tommy leveraged himself and rolled us over on my stomach. I was pinned to the mattress with Tommy on my back and his cock still slowly using my ass. "Oh, Son, I wanna fuck you forever." "At least for the weekend," I laughed, causing my ass to spasm on Tommy's dick. My own dick pulsed in the hand that still gripped it pinned between my stomach and the sheets. Tommy twisted my nipple with his other pinned hand. "Oh, Mikey," he groaned in my ear. "Oh, Mikey," he repeated as he gradually began to increase the speed of his flexing hips to drive his cock into me. "Oh, Dad," I sighed, lifting my ass to meet his thrusts and arching my back to press against his furry chest. "You feel so good." "Oh, Mikey. Oh, Son," Tommy grunted as his pace became more frantic and he gripped my cock and nipple tighter. "That's it, Dad," I whispered. "Fuck your boy's ass. Fill me with your hot cum, Dad. Do it, Dad." "FUCK!" Tommy growled between clenched teeth. "Cum, Daddy, cum!" "OH, SON," Tommy groaned as his fucking flew out of control. He was pounding me hard, driving me into the mattress. "Oh yeah, DO IT!" I begged. "OH, MIKEY!" Tommy roared as he slammed his cock into me and froze. "Do it, Dad. Unleash that cum. Fill me with it." "I'M CUMMING," Tommy yelled, and I felt his body shake and his cock throb. "OH, Oh, oh, Mikey." "Oh yeah," I sighed, gripping his exploding cock tightly with my ass. "That's it, Tommy. Shoot that fucking load into me." Tommy's hips gave a few shallow thrusts as his cum continued to flow into me, and then he collapsed all his weight on top of me. "Damn," Tommy groaned, and then he kissed my neck softly. "I needed that." "So did I," I groaned under the weight of his body. After a brief time to recover, Tommy rolled us back over on our sides with his cock still inside me. "Mmmm," I sighed when he started stroking my cock smoothly and firmly. "You gonna cum for Daddy?" Tommy whispered in my ear. "You keep that up, and I will," I laughed. "Good," Tommy whispered in my ear. "I want my boy to be happy." "Oh, I'm happy, Dad, whether I cum or not. We've got all weekend." "No need to put it off," Tommy laughed as he tightened his grip and pumped my cock even faster. I wrapped one hand around Tommy's on my cock, and then I gripped my balls with my other hand. "Yeah, help Daddy make you feel good," Tommy whispered. "I'm about to feel really good," I grunted. "Good." "Oh fuck, Tommy." "Daddy," Tommy corrected me. "Oh, Daddy. Oh, fuck," I grunted as my body began to tense up. "Come for Daddy, Son," Tommy growled forcefully into my ear. "Now, Son." "Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, Dad. FUCK!" "CUM, SON!" Tommy ordered. "YES!" I yelled as I alternated between thrusting my cock into our joined fists and forcing my ass back onto Tommy's still semihard cock. "I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" I let out a final guttural groan, and my cock began to spit out shot after shot of cum. Streaking the sheets. Sliming our fists. Shooting out. Drooling out. My body convulsed with sensory overload. I tried to get Tommy to release my cock, but he gripped even tighter and continued stroking. Suddenly, my body started another series of convulsions and more cum drooled out onto Tommy's fist. "OH, TOMMY, I CAN'T TAKE IT!" I yelled as my body continued to spasm. "Okay, Son," Tommy whispered in my ear as he released his grip but kept slowly stroking my cock. "Oh shit," I moaned as my body tried to recover. Tommy laughed when another convulsion and shiver went through my body. "Damn," I groaned with a huge exhale of breath before I closed my eyes and relaxed. It wasn't long before a strong aroma assailed my nostrils. I liked the smell and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm," I sighed in appreciation as I opened my eyes and saw Tommy's cum-covered fist right in front of my face. "Oh yeah," I added before darting my tongue forward to lick the cum from Tommy's flesh. "Always clean up after yourself," Tommy said with approval. "My pleasure," I laughed, as I continued to lick the fist clean. "That's a good boy." "Thank you, Daddy," I said, finally gripping Tommy by the wrist and sucking his thumb into my mouth. "Oh yeah," Tommy groaned as I continued to suck his thumb like a pacifier, or even better, like a cum-filled cock. "I wish it could be like this always," Tommy whispered, "just you and me." I released Tommy's thumb and said, "Don't you enjoy playing with Frank and Joe?" "Do you?" he asked, turning the question back on me. "Well, yeah, I do," I admitted. "But it's even better when you're part of the fun." "Glad to hear it," Tommy laughed. "I was a bit worried when you caught me playing with them alone the other night. It's just that I'd been thinking about you all day and was so horny when Frank and Joe showed up to fix the plumbing disaster." "I can imagine," I replied, starting to suck on Tommy's thumb again. "When they got the water flow all stopped, Joe just pulled out Frank's dick and started sucking it. I was a bit surprised, to say the least. I figured his bragging about fucking with his dad was just a ploy to make me more comfortable with what you and I had done in front of him. I never thought things like that happened in real life." I stopped sucking his thumb again and said, "You're telling me. That's what gets me so hot around them. Just the thought of fucking around with a read dad and son. There's something so perverted and hot about it. Sometimes, I wish Frank was my dad and Joe was my brother. Same about you, too, the dad bit," I laughed. "Thanks, Son," Tommy laughed. "So you really like playing with others?" "Are you asking me not to?" I asked with surprise. "Not if you enjoy it. Life's too short not to have fun." "Same goes for you, you know," I assured him. "If you get a chance to play without me, you should take it if you want. But I can guarantee that I'll still look forward to our times together with extra anticipation." "Glad to hear it, Son." I could feel Tommy's cock start to harden again in my ass. "Damn, Dad!" I laughed and shoved Tommy back playfully. He rolled over on his back and his cock pulled out of me. "Hey!" I didn't waste any time climbing on top of him and giving his slimy cock a few strokes to help it reach full hardness again. "Mmmmm," Tommy sighed. "Oh yeah," he groaned when I held his rigid cock firmly and slowly started lowering my ass back onto it. "That's it, Son, ride Daddy's cock." "Oh, I plan to," I replied, planting my palms on Tommy's furry stomach and gently starting to rock my hips to work his cock in and out of my cum-filled ass. "Are you about finished or just getting started?" Frank Henderson, our favorite plumber, asked from the bedroom door. I looked around with a grin on my face and said, "Just getting started for the second round." Tommy raised his head and looked past me. "Hi, Frank. This might take a while." "Well," Frank said with a grin, "tie a knot in it, Tommy. At least for now. I've got some guys downstairs to see about your kitchen." "Now?" Tommy asked with obvious disappointment. "These are some guys I've worked with before, and they're doing me a favor coming by after work on a Friday night. You can probably work a really good deal with them, but if you'd rather throw away money just so you can fuck Mikey's ass again, it's your call." "Money's money," I said. Tommy's cock slid out of my ass with a slurp as I climbed off of him. "We'll pick this up where we left off. Besides, I'm starving." "Well, give us a chance to get dressed, and we'll be right down," Tommy said, resigning himself to the interruption. "Just throw on some robes and get a move on," Frank ordered before he disappeared. I quickly pulled on my jeans but went commando under them. "Better hurry," I said, pulling on my t-shirt. Tommy pulled on his robe and tied it around his waist. "First time I ever conducted business in a bathrobe, but I've been doing a lot of firsts lately." I grabbed Tommy's ass as he headed out the door and said, "You're doing a damn fine job of it too, Dad." When we entered Tommy's wasteland of a kitchen, we discovered Frank and his son, Joe, along with five other men. "Ah, Tommy," Frank called out when he saw us, "there you are." "Sorry to keep you waiting," Tommy said by way of greeting as he tightened the belt on his bathrobe. "I was just getting ready to step into the shower." "And what was Mikey doing?" Joe asked with a smirk as he casually looked me up and down from my bare feet to my wild hair. "Just stopped by for dinner," I explained. Joe continued to smirk as he stepped over beside me and dropped his arm around my shoulder. Meanwhile, Frank took over the introductions. "This is George Potts," he said, indicating the man who was about the same age as Frank and Tommy. "Easy to remember," George said. "Just think of this pot belly," he added, giving a shake to the bit of a pot belly than was hanging over his belt. "George is a general contractor," Frank continued, "and I generally throw work his way when the fit seems right." "Potts Construction, that's us." George added. "These are my boys," he said, motioning toward the other four men. "Archie's my oldest. He's the architect in the family." "Pleased to meet you," Archie said. He was maybe in his early thirties. He was also the tallest and the best dresser. "Earl's my electrician," George moved on. "You'll never find anyone better to handle your wiring." "Hello," Earl said casually. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties and was obviously the one who went to the gym. I would have figured him more for the hard labor, but he was apparently more interested in power. "And these are my twins," George concluded. "Charlie and Harry." "Hi," the two remaining boys said. They were identical with the same broad smiles. They both even did a kind of half wave in unison. If they were out of their teens, I would have been surprised. "Shouldn't you two be in school?" Tommy asked, obviously thinking the same thing I was thinking. "They're old enough for anything," George confirmed. "We sure are!" Charlie and Harry said in unison. They shared some conspiratorial laugher but then managed to straighten up when George gave them a dirty look. "The twins do most of the construction for us," George clarified. "Cabinets, flooring, tile. You name it, they can do it. I've never seen any two boys handle wood better than the twins. Been doing it for years. Decided to stick with the family business instead of going to college." "Very admirable," Tommy said. "I would think most kids want to get away from home at that age." "Not us," Charlie and Harry objected. "We know Dad needs us." It was if they had one brain feeding joint dialogue. "Well, now you've met the family, what do you think?" Frank asked. "If you think they're right for the job, I trust your opinion," Tommy replied. "Now, don't go rushing into anything," George stopped him. "Archie, show him some of our work." "Sure, Dad," Archie replied. He pulled a phone out of his pocked and opened up some photos as he stepped up beside Tommy. "This is one we just finished," Archie continued, flipping through several pictures of an impressive kitchen. I was looking over Tommy's shoulder at the pictures until Earl casually worked his way between me and Tommy. "Those light fixtures were a special order, but we got a good deal on them." "Here, you flip through at your leisure," Archie finally said, handing the phone to Tommy. Joe, who still had his arm around my shoulders, gave me a gentle tug and pulled me back a few steps. Tommy continued chatting with Archie and Earl about the pictures, and I watched Archie and Earl both place a hand in the middle of Tommy's back. As the conversation continued, their hands casually slipped lower and lower until they were each palming one of Tommy's butt cheeks. Tommy paused for a brief moment and gave George a nervous glance, but then he managed to keep the conversation going. I saw Archie and Earl both squeeze Tommy's butt. He stammered but then recovered. I looked over at Frank, who just smiled and gave me a wink. Suddenly, Charlie and Harry stepped up in front of Tommy so they could see the pictures too. "We did that," the twins said with excitement as they pointed at a picture. "Very impressive," praised Tommy. "We're very good with our hands," the twins replied. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw each twin work a hand through the front of Tommy's bathrobe. "Shhh," Joe whispered in my ear, but it wasn't me that drew the attention. Suddenly feeling the boy's hands exploring his privates, Tommy let out a gasp. "Something you don't like?" George asked casually, looking up from his private conversation with Frank. "No, I like it," Tommy stammered. "Just a bit surprised by the skill, that's all." "I told you my boys are the best. And the happier they are on a job, the better they do. You think they would be happy here?" Tommy gave me a nervous glance, but I just gave him a smile and a nod of encouragement in return. "I think they would," Tommy replied. "Well, that's all I need to hear," George replied. "And just so you know, the happier the boys are on a project, the better discount we give at the end of the project." "That's good," Tommy managed to stammer. "Better make sure, though, boys, before anything is settled." "Oh god," Tommy moaned as Archie and Earl stuck their tongues into Tommy's ears. The twins undid the belt of the bathrobe, and Archie and Earl pulled it back off of Tommy's shoulders. As the robe dropped to the floor, so did the twins. Tommy could hardly breathe as the older brothers continued to kiss and suck his ears and neck while they played with his nipples. Not to be outdone, the twins, on their knees, had their hands all working on Tommy's cock and balls. They started out taking turns kissing and licking the head of Tommy's cock, and then they were suddenly kissing each other with their mouths jointly engulfing the bright-red cock. I finally tore my eyes away from Tommy to discover that George was continuing to carry on his conversation with Frank as they watched the Potts brothers almost devouring Tommy. George finally noticed me looking at him and asked, "Is your son also willing to make sure I enjoy working on this job?" I started to object. "I'm not--" "Like father, like son," Joe interrupted me. "Mikey lives right next door, so he can drop by any time his dad needs help. Right, Mikey?" I looked at Tommy. "It's up to you, Son," he finally managed to say. "Oh god," he groaned as Archie and Earl began to chew on his nipples. "Well?" George asked, casually beginning to undo his trousers. "I...." My eyes were glued to George as he reached into his pants and fished out his semihard cock. He began to stroke it slowly, and it began to grow. As I continued to hesitate, Jose slipped his hand down the back of my jeans and fingered my cum-filled hole. He let out a soft chuckle and said, "Seems ready to me." "Mmmm," George said, "that would make me even happier." I looked over at Tommy, who was completely lost in being handled by the Potts brothers. I looked back at George, whose cock was now rock hard and oozing precum. I looked at Frank, who just grinned back at me. "What the fuck," I finally said, ripping my t-shirt off over my head and quickly getting out of my jeans as well. "If it saves Dad a few bucks," I added as I turned and leaned forward on the counter, "why not? Go for it, Mr. Potts." "It's all greased up for you, Mr. Potts," Joe confirmed. "And from the smell, it's not just with lube." "Just the way I like it," George replied, and I felt him grip my hip firmly with one hand as the head of his cock burrowed between my butt cheeks. "Oh yeah," he sighed when his dick found my hole and confirmed for itself that my butt had already been used recently. "Jobs are so much more fun when there's a dad to keep my boys happy and a boy to keep me happy," George said right before he pressed his cock into me. "Oh yeah," I groaned. It was a good thing Tommy had already opened me up, or George's fat cock might have been too much for me. It would have certainly taken more getting used to before I was able to enjoy it. As it was, my cum-filled ass easily accommodated George and he was ramming that fucker into me hard and fast in no time. "Look at Dad go!" one of the boys laughed, and that was followed by all sorts of cheering and whistles and whatever to egg on their dad as he fucked a stranger right in front of them. "Feels good, don't it?" Earl asked. He sounded so close that I looked to the side to find him bent over the counter next to me. "Oh yeah," I grunted. "As good as your dad?" he asked. "Why don't you try and find out?" I replied. "Okay, Pops," Earl called out to Tommy. "Your boy wants you to fuck me side by side with him while my dad fucks him." "That's not fair," his older brother, Archie, complained. "Shoulda been faster," Earl laughed, reaching back to spread his butt cheeks. "Come on, Sir. Make me happy. Yeah, that's it." I glanced around as far as I could and managed to see Tommy standing at Earl's butt. Tommy gave me a questioning look that indicated how much he wanted to fuck Earl and at the same time asked my permission. "Go for it, Dad," I grunted as George continued to pound my own ass with his fat daddy cock. "YES!" roared Earl, and I knew that Tommy was on his way to making at least one Potts boy happy. "Nothing like fucking our boys side by side, is there, Tommy?" grunted George, giving my ass a hard smack. "Uh, no," Tommy agreed nervously. It was obviously going to take a while for Tommy to be as free as I was, but I was pretty certain he would get there. "Come on, Joe," Frank said, "I guess I have to settle for fucking my own boy this time." "You can fuck me," Archie volunteered. "Fuck off, Archie. I haven't been fucked today, and I need it," Joe replied. Before I knew it, Joe was bent over the counter with me and Earl. "Ready, Son?" Frank asked. "Go for it, Dad," Joe said. "Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh," he added in a very contented long, drawn-out fashion as his dad's dick obviously slid into him. "Let's ride 'em, dads," George laughed, and Tommy and Frank added their own panting laugher as the three of them began to plow our asses in earnest. "Fuck yeah," Earl moaned, and I looked to the side to discover one of the twins on the floor sucking Earl's cock. "Suck me," Joe growled, and I looked to the other side to discover the other twin on the floor and sucking Joe's cock. "Oh god," I groaned when I felt a warm, wet mouth wrapping around my own cock and sucking it all the way in until I could feel a nose pressed against my belly. I looked down and confirmed that Archie had settled for sucking my dick when Joe wouldn't let Frank fuck him. "Let's show these boys how a real man fucks," Frank yelled. "Judging by the cum in this ass," George said, giving my butt another sharp slap, "this boy already knows how to take a man fuck and a man-sized load of cum." "My boy sure does," Tommy replied. Maybe it wasn't going to take him so long to get over his shyness about us fucking with and in front of others after all. "Are you just gonna talk," Joe grunted, "or are you gonna show us how those real men fuck?" "Smart ass," Frank growled, and the whole counter shook as he slammed his cock up Joe's ass. "Oh yeah," Joe moaned happily. "Fuck me, Daddy," he sighed softly. The chatter died away and was replaced with the dads' heaving and grunting as they fucked us in a nearly uniform motion. Earl, Joe, and I got slammed into the counter so hard and so regularly that it was a miracle the counter held up to the bashing. Still, I guess it wasn't anything compared to the bashing our asses were getting...and enjoying. I had desperately wanted to ride Tommy's cock again earlier, so I had no complaints about George fucking and fucking and fucking my ass like the Energizer Bunny. I was ready for it to go on all evening, but from the sweat dripping on my back, he was putting in quite an effort. His grunting and groaning was getting louder and faster. I wasn't sure whether it was from exhaustion or if he was getting ready to cum. I didn't really care other than the latter would mean an end to the fucking. Archie was eagerly sucking on my own cock. From the sounds he was making, he was obviously enjoying the taste of my flowing precum. He was also playing with my balls, tugging on them occasionally. Gripping them hard and releasing them when I groaned. At one point, I felt his fingers slide back along my taint until they found my hole and his dad's cock. Archie spread his fingers around my hole and twisted around to provide an additional tunnel for his dad to fuck. "Get that hand out of the way," George growled. "I wanna fuck ass, not fist." Archie quickly yanked his hand away, and George knocked the wind out of me by slamming his cock full-length up inside me again. "That's it, boy. Take my daddy cock." "Oh yes," I groaned in complete submission and contentment. "Yeah, gonna plant this seed deeper than you ever had seed planted before," George bragged as he slammed harder and harder and harder into me. "Oh yeah, gonna breed this ass," he warned, and I felt his fingers digging into my flesh. I knew he was close. "MAKE DADDY HAPPY!" he yelled as he impaled me on his cock and slapped my ass again and again and again. "YEAH, TIGHTEN THAT ASS," he roared when I automatically tightened in response to the slaps. Harder and harder he slapped my ass. "MILK DADDY'S COCK WITH THAT ASS!" he hollered, and then he suddenly resumed rapid shallow fucks. "YES!" Thrust. "YES!" Thrust. "YEEEEEEEESSSSS!" I knew in that instant that I was being filled with George's cum, and it set me off. "Oh yeah," I groaned soft and low. My cock didn't erupt with powerful blasts this time. It just surrendered to the inevitable, and my cum smoothly poured from my cock and into Archie's hungry mouth. My body relaxed completely as George patted my ass gently and Archie sucked my cock like a hungry baby calf. When I finally recovered, I looked around and saw that Frank was standing still with his cock up Joe's ass, and on the other side, Tommy was standing still with his cock up Earl's ass. They must have cum at the same time, or at nearly the same time, as George. "I think this job is going to work out," George finally laughed. "I agree," Tommy replied, smiling down at me. "Then let's work out the details," Frank said, giving Joe's ass a slap and pulling his cock out. "Okay," Tommy agreed, pulling his spent dick out of Earl. "You boys keep these hole's open for us until we finish business," George ordered, giving my ass an extra-hard slap and pulling his dick out. "Yes, sir," Archie and the twins said in unison. I don't know what the twins did, but Archie didn't waste any time. He quickly pulled his mouth off of my cock and slipped around behind me. I felt him pull my butt cheeks apart and expected him to start fucking me. "Oh god," I groaned when instead I felt him licking my used asshole. "Archie likes eating Dad's cum out of guys' asses," Earl laughed. "You'd never guess it from the up-tight way he dresses. "As long as it feels this good, I don't care," I laughed. I heard the slapping of flesh on flesh and looked around to see the twins already fucking Joe and Earl. I just relaxed and let Archie enjoy his meal. "He'll never stop unless you tell him to," Joe laughed. "I'm good for now," I replied. After a little while, I turned my head back to Earl and asked, "Does your dad fuck you guys?" "When we're not fucking each other," Earl laughed. "The funny thing is that we each thought we were tricking him into it the first time. We didn't know he wanted it as much as we did or that we wanted it as bad as our brothers. You'd better be prepared when it comes time for you to make the twins happy. They're still at the insatiable age where they can fuck for hours on end. They like to trade off so you never know which one's fucking you or how long he can go." "Fuck you," the twin fucking Earl laughed. "See?" Earl smiled at me. "Hey, Archie, quit slurping around back there and fuck him." "Shut the fuck up," Archie growled, but he did stop eating my cum-filled ass and quickly sank his cock into it instead. "Oh yeah," I sighed. I love having my ass eaten, but there's noting like having a cock filling me again and again and again. Archie was a gentle but assured fucker, and it wasn't long before he was ready for the big finish. At least I was expecting a big finish. When the time came, he just froze, gave a few almost inaudible grunts, waited a little while, and then pulled out. "Are you finished?" I asked with obvious disappointment. "Don't worry," Earl said, "Archie's the quiet type." "Like you shoot any harder with all that noise you make," Archie replied. "Maybe not," Earl conceded, "but at least my fuckers know when I'm done." "So do mine when I start cleaning up," Archie said. "Oh yeah," I moaned when I felt Archie once again eating my ass and the cum that filled it, but this time it included his own cum. "Just in time for one final fuck to seal the deal," George said, walking up behind Archie. "Out of the way, twins. The real men are back." I glanced around and saw the twins pulling out of Earl and Joe. They looked very disappointed, but they knew better than to object. "You up for another daddy fuck?" Frank asked Earl, slapping his butt. "Yes, sir," Earl agreed. "Good," Frank replied and stuck his cock into Earl's ass without any other preamble. "I think I'll stick with this one just to make sure he's willing to keep me happy on the job," George said, stepping up to me after Archie took one final slurp and then left my butt free for his dad. "I'll make you happy as often as you want, sir," I said, "if it helps out Dad." "Proud of you, Son," Tommy said. "You should be," George said as he easily slipped his cock back into me and started a steady fucking motion. "Let's see how long we can make this last." "As long as you want, Mr. Potts," I said. "And which of you boys needs me to make you happy?" asked Tommy. The twins shouted in unison, "Me!" "Fuck off, you two," Archie ordered as Joe moved out of the way and Archie took his place leaning over the counter beside me. "I've sucked and I've fucked, and now I need to get fucked. Get my creative juices going to design you a great kitchen." "It better be a fucking amazing kitchen," Tommy laughed. "Depends on your fucking," Archie said casually. "Oh yeah," he sighed as Tommy slipped his cock up Archie's ass. "Come on, boys," I heard Joe say. "Let's see what we can do to keep each other busy." "Fuck me, Joe!" they replied in unison. The six of us fucking at the counter cracked up laughing at the youthful eagerness. Joe laughed also, and then he suggested, "Why don't you two lie down side by side on the floor, so I can take turns fucking you and trying to figure out which is which?" "You'll never guess," they replied in unison, "but give it a try." I looked between my legs and George's legs behind me, and I saw the twins on the floor with their legs in the air and Joe stroking his cock over them, trying to decide which ass to try first. "Pay attention, boy!" George ordered, slapping me hard on my ass. "Sorry, sir," I apologized. "Tighter," he ordered. "Yes, sir," I replied as George smacked my ass again and picked up his pace. So much for wanting to make it last. In what seemed like almost no time at all, George roared and shot another load of his hot daddy cum into me. "Damn, I'm gonna like this job," George said with a laugh as he gave my butt yet another smack and continued gently fucking his softening cock into my cum-filled ass. I could feel his cum frothing around my asshole and dribbling down my thighs. "Me too," I sighed, "me too." ***** "Do you really think they think we're father and son?" I asked Tommy when we were finally alone again in his bed for the night. "Does it matter?" "Well, if they think we're in the same club as they are, when we're not..." "Martha and I have thought of you like a son ever since you moved in next door. It might not be the same legal line that the Potts and Henderson's have crossed, but I think we've crossed the same emotional line. When I fuck you, I feel like I'm fucking my real son. It's that simple." "Thanks, Dad," I said, spooning back against Tommy and feeling his cock hardening and pressing against my back. "Are you up for it?" Tommy asked, slowly humping his cock against me. "If you are, I am, and you certainly are," I laughed. "Good," Tommy whispered as I felt him reach between us and guide his cock into my waiting, well-used asshole. He started a gentle rocking motion as if he was trying to fuck me to sleep. I closed my eyes and relaxed into Tommy's fucking motion. With my eyes closed, I could picture every detail of that bedroom. I could see us in the bed. I could see my ass opening to take in the cock. I could see the arms wrapped tightly around me. I could see the face nestled between my shoulders. I could see my real dad fucking me slowly and gently. Not Tommy, but my real dad. "That feels good, Dad," I whispered. "It sure does, Son," my dad whispered back. "Mmmmm, I love fucking you, Mikey," Tommy whispered, bringing me back to reality. For some reason, I wasn't freaked out this time. The idea of getting fucked by my real dad was intriguing now. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. Tommy was great, but in spite of what he said, I was starting to think that I wanted the really real thing like Joe and the Potts boys had. Or did I? There was definitely a lot to think about. In the meantime, Tommy was enough. "Fuck me, Tommy," I whispered. "Anything you want, Son," he replied as he continued his gentle fucking motion. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fun. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. The more details, the better. ;) Remember, 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.