Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2009 21:10:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and his Dad, Part 17

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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Mark Stevens


Tim and his Dad, Part 17

	It was Friday afternoon, and I was sitting at my desk in my office
at work. I was trying to wipe the slate clean, as we like to say at work,
and have my desk completely cleared by the time I left the office at five
o'clock. I had been working most of the afternoon, in fact, since I came
back from lunch, hardly stopping to breathe. I decided I needed a break. I
stood to my feet and walked down the hall to the break room. I fed some
money to the pop machine and waited for a coke to drop.
	"Hey, Tim, how's it going?"
	I turned to see Travis standing in the doorway. I gave him a
smile. "Hey, Trav, how's it going?"
	"Great.  I'm just glad Friday finally rolled around."
	I sat down at the table and pulled out the chair beside me. "Have a
seat," I invited Travis.
	"Thanks, believe I will. I've been working my ass off this
afternoon."
	"Trying to get things done before you leave, huh?"
	Travis nodded. I've had several projects on semi hold for a while,
and today I've managed to close most of those out."
	"Great. It always feels so fucking good when you wind those things
down doesn't it?"
	"Yeah, it does." Travis took a sip of his coke. "So, how's it
working out with Chuck and Hunter living with you guys?"
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Then I said, "It's great. The four
of us get along quite well living under the same roof."
	"How long have they been with you?"
	"Working on three months," I answered. "They moved in around the
first of August." I gave Travis a grin. "We keep saying we're going to have
you out to the house, but it just hasn't worked out yet. It will, though,"
I added.
	"Looking forward to it," Travis said. "I realize you guys have been
hard at it, getting Chuck and Hunter moved in."
	"We have, but that's finished now." I suddenly had an idea. "What
you have planned for tomorrow?"
	"Nothing that I know of," he told me. "Why, what's on your mind?"
	"I was just thinking it might be a good idea for you to come out to
the house tomorrow and meet Hunter and Chuck. They've been wanting to meet
you."
	"You did tell Hunter I've already been to your home, didn't you?"
	"Yep," I nodded.
	"He was okay with it?"
	"More than okay," I assured him. "He's wanted to meet you himself."
I drained my coke and stood to my feet. "Tell you what, I'll run it by the
guys this evening and get with you later tonight, okay?"
	Travis also stood to his feet. "Looking forward to it," he said.
	Travis disappeared inside his office, and I went back to my own
desk and once more worked on clearing out files.  The time flew by, and
suddenly it was five o'clock and time to head home. I reached for my coat,
and putting it on, headed down the hall. As I passed the door of Travis'
office, I stopped. "I'll give you a call later on this evening," I called
out.
	I got inside my truck and headed out, making my way to the
Interstate. The traffic seemed heavier than usual, and I couldn't drive the
normal speed. As I made my way slowly out of down town, the traffic
suddenly came to a halt. I couldn't see a thing but cars up in front of me
and none of them were moving. They were standing still, same as I was.
	I picked up my cell phone and called home. "Hey, Dad," I greeted,
"how's things your way?" I told him I was caught in traffic. "I don't have
a clue when it will break up," I finished.
	"Take your time, Tim," Dad told me. "It's raining like crazy here,
so the roads are going to be slick."
	"Yeah, it's starting to rain here," I said. "I'll give you a call
when the traffic gets moving," I told him and ended the call.
	Nothing was moving anywhere, so I just sat back in the car seat and
waited. I hated traffic really bad, but at this point, it felt sort of good
just to sit back and relax a bit after my work week. As I sat there in the
quiet of my truck, my mind rolled back over the past three months. So much
had taken place during that time. Like I had told Travis, Hunter and Chuck
had moved in around the first of August. And a couple of months before
that, Dad had moved in with me. My life had certainly made a change during
all this time, I thought.
	As I thought about Hunter and his dad and my Dad and me all living
together, it brought a smile to my lips. Of course Dad had already fit into
my life, but when Hunter and Chuck also moved in, it took absolutely no
adjustment at all. It was as if the four of us had always lived under the
same roof. Both Chuck and Hunter had found jobs without any trouble. Hunter
landed a job almost immediately with one of the most prestigious CPA firms
in town, and Chuck was hired at one of the local law firms. He actually
wanted a little less work, and at first it had started out that way, but as
the days and weeks wore on, he got more and more involved with the
legalities of the firm, and now he was full time. Dad was the only one that
remained retired. And even he had his hands full running the house. Chuck,
Hunter and I tried to help around the house, and Dad would let us some, but
for the most part, he managed it all. He said it was his full time job,
same as the rest of us had our jobs.
	My cell rang in the seat beside me, causing me to jump. I picked it
up and greeted Hunter. "Hey, you, what's up?"
	"Where are you?" Hunter asked.
	"Stuck on the fucking Interstate," I answered.
	"There's a huge wreck at Yale Parkway. Everything is at a
standstill."
	"No shit?"
	"Be careful, all right?"
	I saw the traffic start to move a ways down from me. "Hey, Hunter,
I need to get off here. Traffic's starting to move a little."
	"All right, Babe, be careful. Love ya."
	"Love you, too."
	Little by little the cars started moving, and after a few more
minutes I was picking up speed myself. Soon I was back to my normal speed
as I made my way home. When I finally turned into the drive I was about
half an hour or so later than usual.
	I hurried through the garage and came inside the house. "I'm home,"
I called.
	Hunter came through the kitchen and met me.  He greeted me with his
arms stretched out, "God, I'm glad to see you."
	We hugged tightly for a minute or two. Then I pulled away and
smiled. "How was your day, Babe?"
	"Same shit, just another day."
	I just grinned. "You know you love it," I told him.
	"You know he does." Dad had come into the kitchen.
	I gave Dad a hug, pulling Hunter with me. "Give your boys a hug," I
ordered.
	Dad put his arms around both Hunter and I and pulled us to him
tightly.  "I love my boys," he said.
	"And his boys love him," both Hunter and I answered him.
	"Why don't the two of you get comfortable?" Dad asked us.
	Hunter took my hand and pulled me with him. "Let's go get naked,
Tim," he told me.
	"Yeah, why don't you?" Dad asked. He grinned. "It's been so long
since I've seen either one of you without any clothes I can hardly remember
what you look like."
	"The ole memory is leaving you, is it?" I called over my shoulder.
	"Get naked and I'll show you both what I can remember to do," Dad
retorted.
	While Hunter and I were in the bedroom stripping our clothes off, I
mentioned the fact that I had invited Travis to come over to the house the
next day. "Would you be okay with that?"
	"I've been wondering when you were going to invite him," Hunter
told me. "After you told me about his visit, I've wanted to meet him."
	"You think Chuck will be cool with his coming over?"
	Hunter gave me a mouthy grin. "Does the bear shit in the woods,
Tim?"
	"Travis thinks you guys are really hot. He just wants to make sure
he isn't causing any problems between you and me. He's very concerned about
that."
	"Did you assure him?" Hunter kicked his briefs off and stood naked
before me.
	I kicked my own shorts off. I walked over and wrapped my fingers
around Hunter's cock. I felt it growing immediately in my hand. "I told him
he would cause no problem at all showing up over here."
	Hunter put his hands on my shoulders and brought me up against
him. The curls from his chest mixed with the tangles of my own chest, and
our cocks nestled next to each other. "Good, I'm glad you told him that."
	I suddenly pulled away from Hunter. "Fuck me," I told him.
	Hunter seemed surprised. "Now?" he asked.
	"Fuck yeah," I moaned. "I want to feel this thing up my tight ass."
I gave his thick cock a squeeze.
	There was a bottle of lube on the table beside the bed, and Hunter
quickly picked it up. He squeezed a glob into the palm of his hand. "Let me
smear this all inside your hairy hole," he told me.
	I quickly crawled on the bed. While I was on my hands and knees, my
ass sticking up in the air, I felt Hunter's fingers as they spread the
slick gel all inside my crack and around my hairy hole. I shivered as I
felt two of his fingers work up inside me, spreading the lube as they
fucked their way in.
	"Oh, yeah, Hunter, give me that dick," I cried out.
	I felt the tip of Hunter's cock slide along my ass crack. It came
to a halt at the tip of my hairy entrance, and then without any warning, he
slid all the way inside of me. He was so fucking hard, and the minute he
brushed against my prostate, a huge drop of pre cum rolled out the tip of
my dick. Buried as far as he could possibly go, my ass was forced into this
thick brown cock bush. As I pushed against him, I could feel that luscious
thick mat teasing my skin, causing giant shivers to travel from my head to
my toes.
	"Shit, your ass feels so fucking good," Hunter moaned. "I've
thought about fucking you all day long."
	"Well, now's your chance," I whispered. "Pound my ass. Split my ass
wide open with that thick hairy fuck stick between your legs."
	"What the fuck's going on in here?"
	I turned my head and saw Dad standing in the door. "What the fuck
you think is going on?"
	"I'm fucking your son's hot ass," Hunter called over his shoulder.
	"Fuck him hard," Dad told Hunter.
	While Hunter continued pounding my ass, I watched as Dad lay on the
bed in front of me. He crawled between my arms, making his way to my
cock. When he reached it, he opened his mouth and took all of it
inside. Every inch of my dick had disappeared inside Dad's mouth. His nose
was buried in the middle of my thick cock forest. I heard him breath in
deep, and I knew he was enjoying the hot man sent coming from my brown
fur. Then I felt his mouth work slowly to the tip of my cock and back down
once more.
	I moaned. Hunter was about to make me cum from abusing my prostate,
and that, along with Dad sucking heavily on my cock, well, that was all she
wrote. "You guys are going to make me cum," I warned.
	Dad began working my cock harder, bringing his mouth up and down,
going from my tip to my bush, back to my tip, down to my bush. Hunter was
fucking me even harder, causing me to fuck my dad's mouth with more vigor.
	"Yeah, Tim, fill your dad's mouth with your cum," Hunter
moaned. "Fill his mouth, and I'm going to fill your ass. I'm going to cream
that hairy hole of yours so fucking much it's going to run out all over
you."
	"Fuck yeah," I moaned. "I'm cuming, Dad," I said between clinched
teeth.
	"Aagh, I'm cuming too," Hunter groaned.
	The same time my cum sprayed the back of Dad's throat, I felt
Hunter coat the walls of my ass with his own thick creamy load. I clamped
my ass muscles hard as I could, until there was no more cum left in
Hunter's cock.
	The three of us were suddenly startled when we heard another voice
in the room.
	"Fuck, you guys couldn't wait, I take it."
	Chuck came into the bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he joined
us. "What a hot sight to see, my son fucking his boy friend. It has made me
so fucking hard."
	Chuck was suddenly naked, same as the rest of us, and it was plain
to see just how excited he was. His thick hard cock was standing straight
out, surrounded by its thick red cock forest. As he stood there stroking
himself, pre cum leaked out in heavy drops.
	"Fuck me, Chuck," I said. "Slide your cock inside my ass and feel
your son's cum in there."
	Chuck didn't have to be begged. He placed his hands on his son's
ass and gave him a gentle push. "Let me at that ass, Son," he said. "I want
to fuck through your creamy load."
	I looked down at Dad who was still underneath me. "Dad, why don't
you fuck Hunter?" I asked. "I'd love to get fucked by Chuck and watch you
fuck Hunter."
	Dad jumped up from the bed. "You don't have to ask me twice," he
grinned.
	I reached behind me and took a glob of Hunter's cum from my
ass. "Here, wipe this on your cock, Dad. Fuck Hunter with his own
cum. Don't worry, there's still plenty up there for you, Chuck."
	Watching me rub Dad's cock with his son's cream made Chuck even
hornier. He licked his lips and got on his knees behind me on the bed. I
felt his cock slide along my slippery crack. When it came to my hairy hole,
it slid right in, same as his son had done. I felt Chuck's body next to
mine, and I rubbed hard into all his thick red body hair. I loved feeling
those thick red tangles tickling my skin, causing me to tremble. As I felt
Chuck's thick hard cock working my ass over, I watched as Dad slowly
entered Hunter. Hunter's cum that I had smeared on Dad's dick made it easy
for Dad to enter his tight hairy hole.
	"Fuck, Daddies, fuck your son's," I groaned. "Shoot your dad cream
deep inside us."
	It was so fucking hot to watch as dads gave sons the ultimate
gift. There was no greater gift than that of hot thick creamy dad juice
filling son holes. As Hunter and I were fucked, I watched as Dad's cock
worked its way in and out of Hunter's tight hairy hole. I watched as Dad's
thick black bush ground into Hunter's ass. I felt Chuck's thick red curls
rubbed hard into my own ass cheeks.  Even though I had just cum a few
minutes ago, Chuck's cock was so fucking thick and hard, and he was hitting
my prostate just at the right angle, and I suddenly felt an orgasm building
up behind my cock hair. My balls began churning, and I knew it wasn't going
to be long before I shot another hot load out of my dick.
	"God, Chuck, you're going to fucking make me cum," I cried out.
	"That's right, Son, shoot that thick load from your cock," Chuck
said between thrusts."
	I looked over and watched as Dad continued fucking Hunter. Like me,
Hunter's cock had become hard again, and he was stroking as Dad pounded his
hole. "You going to cum again?" I asked Hunter.
	"Fuck yeah, I'm going to cum," Hunter yelled.
	"Do it, Son," Dad ordered. "Shoot your thick creamy son juice."
	"How close are you, Doug?" Chuck asked.
	"I'm getting there," Dad answered. "You?"
	"Yeah."
	I felt Chuck pick up his speed, and start to pound my ass so hard
he almost knocked me off the bed. Each time he slammed his cock into my
hole, ground his red curls against my cheeks, I thought I would die from
pure, hot pleasure.
	"God, I'm cuming," I screamed."
	"So am I," Hunter cried.
	"Fuck, I'm going to fill your hairy hole," Chuck yelled out to me.
	"Shit, Hunter, here it comes!" Dad cried.
	In just a matter of seconds the four of us had come, all in a chain
reaction. My cum landed on the sheets. Hunter's juice flew up and landed in
his chest hair, causing the brown tangles to mat down on his chest, making
that thick brown fur even darker. Chuck deposited one of the biggest loads
in my ass ever, and later, Tim told me the same thing about Dad. He said
that in all the times Dad had fucked him never had Dad shot so much fuck
juice up his ass as he had that evening.
	A few minutes later I sniffed the air. "Shit, it smells like cum in
here. What the fuck happened?"
	"I think you just said it," Dad grinned.
	"I think we can all use with a good shower," Hunter said.
	"Why, we'll most likely just get messy again," Chuck pointed out.
	We all laughed and hit the shower.

End of Part 17

Mark