Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 05:13:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Satisfying Stevie: Part 3 (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, I welcome positive feedback and even constructive criticism, but if you're nothing but an energy-sucking hater, don't waste your time or mine. Keep your pointless hate to yourself and move on. Third, 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... SATISFYING STEVIE PART 3 I relaxed back into the sofa, and my concerns about what my son Stevie had or had not seen slowly receded into the pot haze that still engulfed my brain. With the salty taste of my son Jamie's stray cumshot still flavoring my saliva, I reached into my boxers and cupped my hand around my hairy balls. I gently squeezed my cum-filled seed sacks as I raised my other hand to my lips and inhaled more of Jamie's high-grade pot. "Oh yeah," I sighed. Suddenly, a desperate urge to piss cut through the fog. I pulled my hand out of my shorts and rolled into a sitting position on the edge of the sofa. I pinched out the joint and put it in the ashtray on the coffee table. With a loud groan, I hoisted myself to my feet and then stumbled up the stairs to find the bathroom. At the top of the stairs, I saw a faint glow down the hallway and followed it, ultimately discovering that it was a nightlight that the boys had left on in the bathroom. I stumbled unsteadily over to the toilet, pushed my boxers down, and nestled them under my balls. I stared down at my semihard cock drooped over my firm balls. Rather than taking hold of my cock to direct the stream, I just planted my fists on my hips and waited. "Ahhh," I groaned with relief as a stream of piss finally sprang forth from my cock and crashed noisily into the water at the back of the toilet bowl. The yellow liquid seemed to sparkle in the faint glow of the nightlight, and the sight mesmerized me. Slowly, without realizing what I was doing, I removed one hand from my hip and held it out in front of me. The warm piss crashed against my palm and was redirected straight down into the toilet. I moved my other hand to grip the sink for balance as I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the warm, wet sensation in the palm of my piss-drenched hand. When the forceful stream of piss dwindled to a trickle, I shook my hand over the toilet to dry it a bit, and then I took my cock in my other hand to shake off the final drops and squeeze out what remained in the shaft. Once I was convinced that the well was completely dry, I reached down and flushed the toilet. My eyes were still half closed as I stepped in front of the sink and turned on the water with my relatively clean hand. I stuck the piss-covered hand under the water to rinse it off, and then I grabbed the soap for a quick wash. I dried my hands on the towel beside the sink before turning to leave the bathroom. "Holy shit!" I shouted, as I jumped back from the form in the doorway and crashed against the sink. "Sorry, Dad," said Stevie. "I didn't mean to surprise you." "No problem, Son," I said, recovering from the shock and just becoming annoyed that, in my rush to piss, I hadn't bothered to close the door. "It's all yours," I said, stepping to the door and standing at an angle to let Stevie into the bathroom. "Thanks, but I don't need it," Stevie replied. "I just heard you moving around and thought you might be looking for a blanket." Stevie held out a blanket that he had in his arms, and I took it. "Thanks, Son," I said as I stumbled past Stevie. "Night." "Night, Dad," Stevie replied as I headed down the stairs. Back in the living room, I tossed the blanket onto the sofa and then suddenly realized that I'd never pulled my boxers back up. My cock and balls had been hanging in plain sight while I talked to Stevie, and he hadn't said anything. "Oh what the hell," I muttered as I just shoved the boxers down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I flopped on the sofa and pulled the blanket over me to get ready to sleep, but then I remembered the joint in the ashtray. There wasn't much left, but I figured I might as well enjoy it. I relit the joint and smoked it to the end before finally drifting off into a haze-filled sleep. ***** "Mmmmm," I sighed as my nervous system began to register a pleasant tingling sensation across my chest. "Mmph," I growled with disappointment when the sensation suddenly stopped. I stretched my limbs and began to slip back into a deep sleep. "Mmmmm," I repeated as the tingling began again and I drifted back toward consciousness. "Mmph," I growled again as a sudden, sharp pain shot from my right nipple to all points of my body. "Mmmm," I groaned as I felt the nipple soothed with a wet sensation. I reflexively stretched my limbs again as I continued back toward consciousness, and I pressed my chest up toward the pleasant cooling ministration. I bent my left arm and tucked that wrist behind my head. I swung my right arm around to the side, and it collided with an obstruction before swinging back until my right wrist joined my left wrist on the cushion beneath my head. "Mmph," I growled again when the moist flesh lifted away from my nipple. "Dad?" The one-word question slowly worked through the haze, but my mind couldn't process it. My nervous system could not reconcile the question with the sensual stimulation that I had been receiving. "Mmmmm," I sighed in an abstract agreement to the question. A moment later, my chest began to tingle again with a return of the original pleasurable sensation. "Mmmmm, yeah," I groaned, but moments later, warning bells began to clang in my brain. Something wasn't right. I struggled hard to rouse myself from a sleeping state and to make my brain function. Slowly, slowly, slowly, my body began to respond, and I managed to open my eyes. With the light in the hallway providing some illumination, I was able to see what was going on, and my immediate reaction was shock. I quickly squinted my eyes to pretend I was still asleep, but there was no mistaking the fact that between my eyelashes, I was watching my son Stevie kneeling on the floor and running his hands lightly through the hair on my chest, making my body tingle with unexpected pleasure. Racing faster and faster and faster, my brain tried to process what was going on and how I should respond to this completely unexpected situation. I continued to peer at Stevie and was mesmerized when I saw him leaning down over my armpit to inhale before leaning over my nipple and extending his tongue. My brain screamed NO, but my body rose up to meet his soft lips and moist tongue, and my mouth sighed uncontrollably, "Mmmmmmm." As Stevie began to suck on my nipple, I could feel his right hand beginning to trail down from my chest and over the hair on my slightly rounded stomach. My brain reasserted itself as it became clear that my son's right hand was not going to stop. It was heading toward my cock, which was growing involuntarily with every passing second. With a deep growl, I forced myself to roll over toward the back of the sofa, as if I just needed to get into a more comfortable sleeping position. I harrumphed and adjusted the sofa pillows and then harrumphed again before settling into my new position. I tried to keep my breathing steady as I waited for Stevie to give up and go away, but I could still feel his warm hand resting in the small of my back. "Nice," Stevie muttered softly, and then I felt his hand begin to slide slowly down over my hairy ass cheeks. I bit on a sofa pillow to stifle a shocked moan as Stevie exerted slightly more pressure to force his fingers between my cheeks. With a great effort, I managed to keep my ass cheeks relaxed, instead of allowing them to clench up, which would have given the game away. "Mmmmm," I finally growled, although the sound was muffled by the sofa pillow. I couldn't help myself. The feeling when Stevie began to slide his fingers back and forth between my cheeks was enough to drive a man crazy under any circumstances. I couldn't keep myself from lifting my ass slightly and letting Stevie delve even deeper. "Oh yeah," I groaned softly when Stevie's fingers finally brushed across my asshole. Stevie froze, and a moment later he repeated, "Dad?" I just remained silent and did another fake restless-sleeping shift of my body, which unfortunately drove my rock-hard cock down the crack between the sofa cushion and the back of the sofa. The new sensation caused me to let out yet another tense groan. Second strung out after second as Stevie and I waited silently for each other to make the next move. I have to admit that when Stevie finally began to slide his fingers from between my ass cheeks, a flicker of profound disappointment flickered through my brain before it was replaced by overwhelming relief. Fun was fun, but this had almost gone too far. I relaxed and waited for Stevie to go back to bed. Instead, I suddenly felt him shifting his position and placing one hand on each of my ass cheeks. My panic quickly returned as I felt him beginning to spread my cheeks apart. My brain was screaming at me to tell Stevie to stop, that it wasn't right, but my heart was telling me that doing so would drive a wedge of embarrassment between us that I could never remove. I tried desperately to reassure myself with the fact that this was obviously Stevie's choice and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Eventually, I felt Stevie's breath on my bare cheeks, and then he turned his head to rub his stubble on my hairy ass. He let out a contented sigh before burying his nose in my ass crack, and I shoved the sofa pillow deeper into my mouth to muffle a shocked exclamation. My eyes rolled back in my head as a result of the new and amazing sensations that were rushing through my body, but the surprises weren't over. I clutched the pillow desperately when I suddenly felt Stevie's tongue begin to explore and brush over my pucker. I was in complete shock. I'd seen that sort of thing in porn movies, but it certainly wasn't anything my wife and I had ever done in real life. When Stevie's tongue finally delved into my asshole, I couldn't help groaning and lifting my ass to meet his exploring tongue. In that moment, I wanted my son in me, and not just his tongue. For one brief instant, I had a mental flash of Stevie fucking his cock into his own dad's asshole! With a panicked knee-jerk reaction that obviously wasn't completely thought out, I harrumphed and rolled over. The move put an end to Stevie tonguing my asshole, but (and here's where the move hadn't been well thought out) it put my hard, precum-dripping, uncut cock right in Stevie's face. In no time at all, I felt Stevie grabbing my big, hairy balls and lifting them up so he could eagerly lick them all over and suck on them individually before trailing his tongue along the underside of my cock shaft. An involuntary groan escaped from my throat as Stevie pulled back my foreskin and began lapping up the precum that had been trapped inside. Again, my brain was screaming to stop him, but now my body didn't care. If Stevie wanted it, then he was going to get it. As if reading my mind at that moment, Stevie wrapped his lips around my scarlet cock head and began taking me into his mouth. This time, a purely voluntary groan escaped from my throat, but I managed to restrain myself from reaching down to grab Stevie's head between my hands. Instead, I just clutched the sofa pillow behind my head and clenched my jaw shut tight as my eyes again rolled back in my head. Stevie's mouth felt so warm and wet on my cock, with his tongue swirling around the head and lapping up the flow of precum. After teasing the head for some time and only swallowing small amounts of my cock at a time, Stevie finally inhaled through his nose and slowly sank his mouth farther and farther onto my cock. I could feel my dick straining to make its way into his throat, but Stevie didn't give up. Stevie continued pressing down until his nose was buried in my thick bush of pubes and my cock head was firmly embedded in his throat. I could hear him inhaling my scent deeply as he worked his throat muscles on my cock. I had never felt a sensation that was so amazing, and in spite of it being my son giving my cock such pleasure, I never wanted the feeling to end. Finally, though, Stevie had to come up for air, and his lips slid back off of my cock until only the head remained in its warm retreat. My eyes opened to a squint again when I felt Stevie's left hand slowly working its way back across my stomach and chest. I watched him stroking my fur appreciatively as he continued to suck on my cock. When his fingers finally began to toy with my nipple, Stevie looked toward my face, so I rolled my head to the side and let out a soft groan. Stevie began to swallow my cock eagerly at that point, bobbing up and down with a smooth, experienced, fluid motion. At the same time, the fingers on his left hand tightened their grip on my nipple and the fingers on his right hand took my hairy balls into a firm grip with his thumb holding the skin pulled down tight on my shaft. I don't know if Stevie noticed when I began gently humping my cock up to meet his throat, but when that happened, it was obvious to me that I had lost the fight and was about to lose the battle as well. I was about to unleash a load of cum into my own son's mouth. I was on the verge of cumming and panicking at the same time. I wanted to stop but couldn't. I wanted to tell Stevie to stop but didn't want to embarrass him (and me) now. I could feel my breaths becoming deeper and faster, and I could feel Stevie tightening his grip on my nipple and my balls. I groaned and began thrusting my cock harder. I couldn't help it. At least that's what I told myself at the time. Stevie must have sensed how close I was, because he released my balls, pulled his lips back to engulf just the head of my cock, and began frantically jacking my shaft. I growled deeply to warn him of the impending flood, but that's all I could do before my first load of cum erupted into my son's mouth. Stevie eagerly swallowed my first shot of cum and then took more of my cock into his mouth as the next load and the next and the next coated the back of his mouth and slid down his throat. He was so excited as he ate my cum that he nearly twisted my nipple off, but it just made me cum all the harder. My ragged breathing began to stabilize as the last weak loads of cum drooled out of my cock and into Stevie's hungry mouth. As my body relaxed back into the sofa, Stevie continued to suckle on my softening cock. He devoured every drop of my cum and licked my cock perfectly clean before finally letting it slip out of his mouth. I waited, expecting to hear Stevie quickly leaving the living room, but it didn't sound like he was going. "Dad?" Stevie finally asked again softly, and again I remained silent, hoping against hope that he would somehow believe that I had slept through the blowjob. After a few more seconds, I started to hear the soft smack of flesh on flesh, so I let my eyes open in a squint. My mouth nearly dropped open when I saw Stevie standing over me and rapidly jacking his cock. My eyes focused on the Prince Albert bolt, which caught the light from the hallway as Stevie's cock head bounced up and down. My middle son was hunched slightly with his knees bent and his head thrown back. He was groaning softly as his fist flew up and down his cock. "Oh god," he finally groaned under his breath as he slammed his fist to the base of his cock, dropped his head forward, and threw his eyes wide open to watch his cock shooting stream after stream after stream of hot cum over his own dad's hairy body. I did my best not to flinch as I was struck by each successive load of cum. I even admitted to myself that I liked the feeling. As Stevie finally started to come down from his orgasm, I began to wonder how he was going to explain this in the morning. I finally came to the conclusion that he would just leave me to believe that the blowjob had been a wet dream and that I was caked with my own cum. "The little bastard," I said to myself with a silent laugh. However, I had underestimated Stevie yet again. When he'd fully recovered his composure, he reached over to the coffee table and picked up a neatly folded washcloth, which he then used to wipe me down. The cloth must have been burning hot when he entered the room, because after all that time, it felt pleasantly warm against my skin. Stevie gently but thoroughly cleaned all traces of cum from my hairy body and then picked up a second cloth to dry me. When he'd finished cleaning me, Stevie draped the blanket back over my naked body. "Goodnight, Dad," he whispered softly, and then he quietly turned and left the room. He switched off the hallway light as he went, and I was engulfed in darkness with only my rampaging thoughts to keep me company. I was impressed with the care my son had given to cleaning up after himself, but I was also worrying about what had just happened between us. I was impressed with his oral skills but shocked that I hadn't stopped him. How could he? How could I? How could we? When I finally managed to drift off back to sleep, my final thought was that I had to find some way to prevent this from ever happening again. ***** The next morning, I was awoken with a sharp, hard slap on my ass. "Hey!" I objected as I looked up to see my oldest son, Franky, standing over me and my youngest son, Jamie, standing in the doorway. "Nice ass," joked Franky, who had always been one for locker-room humor and who was obviously the one who slapped me, "but you might want to cover it up before Jamie gets ideas." "Fuck you!" Jamie objected. "See what I mean?" Franky said with a grin. "Thanks for the warning," I joked back, grabbing the blanket from the floor and covering my crotch as I rolled over and sat up. I wasn't sure whether the hardon I was hiding had been there all along or if it was a speedy result of having my ass slapped by my oldest son. "Where's Stevie?" I asked as the memories of the previous night's activities flooded back into my brain. "In the kitchen," Franky said as he sat down beside me and flipped on the television, "making breakfast." "He says you deserve it," Jamie said. Was that a conspiratorial grin on Jamie's face, or was I just being paranoid? Jamie headed down the hallway and called back over his shoulder, "Better come and get it before Stevie eats it all himself. You know what a pig he can be." "What do you want to do today, Dad?" Franky asked as he casually flipped through the channels. "Whatever," I replied. It was all I could think to say, since my mind was too busy wondering if Stevie could actually have told Jamie about last night. "Sounds good to me," Franky replied as he continued to flip channels. -------------------------------------------------- I hope you're enjoying this fictional adventure. 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.