Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 07:44:31 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 12, gay/incest

"Mind if I hang out with you? I got nothing to do without work"

"Not at all, not at all man..."

Sam finished taking off his clothes and went and sat on the couch while I
finished making coffee. I never thought about black men really, but this
man definitely has me thinking about them. He sat back on the couch like he
didn't have a care in the world; his arms on the back of the couch and his
legs loose and spread. He started watching the morning news and I poured
the coffee.

When I walked over he said, "Don't tell me you're going to sit down still
dressed and make your guest feel uncomfortable?" I put down the two cups on
the coffee table and dropped my shorts and sat down. "That's better little
man."

I was at one end of the couch sipping my coffee while Sam was in the middle
sipping his. Nervously I kept sipping till my coffee was all gone. Sam
noticed and gave me a smirk. "Come on over here little man," he said as he
reached out his arm to me.

I put my cup down and slid over to him. His arm engulfed me and I felt like
a small bird gong under his mama's wing. We just sat like that for a little
while.

"How old are you Sam?" I asked out of the blue.

"I'm 25 Ryan. Am I too old for you?" I laughed at this.

"Maybe too young!" I replied. He teased me back by tickling my stomach.
"Too young? You like old geezers or something?"

The horseplay was natural and fun. I was beginning to relax. Sam noticed
and he drew me in closer. He lifted up my head and kissed me...deep and hot.
Our tongues played and our saliva ran. It was hot. I felt myself boning up
again. I couldn't help it. This guy was hot.

Just as we were getting into the heavy petting stage the phone rang. I had
to push Sam reluctantly away. I got up and went to the phone.

"Hello?" I was trying to control my breath.

"Ryan, it's your Dad. You okay son? Did you get my message?"

"I'm fine Dad. Yeah I got your message. That's why I made sure I was home
this morning."

"Oh okay. Where'd you go yesterday son? You go see some old friends or
something?"

"Well, er...don't be mad..."

"Why would I be mad? You didn't wreck the truck or get hurt or anything did
you?" There was genuine concern in his voice now.

"No, no Dad...nothing like that. I just figured. Well I was horned up after
what happened here the day before and well, I went to Al's garage..."

My Dad just started cracking up. "Okay, that's what this is about. Al likes
to, um, well he likes to turn fresh meat. Is that what happened son? Did he
make my top son a bottom?" It was like talking to a best friend instead of
my Dad. He was still laughing as I tried to explain.

"Well, er, he really didn't but...um..."

Dad stopped laughing for a second. "Well, he didn't? Who else was there
Son?"

"Um, I guess you know him" I looked over to the couch. Sam was grinning as
he listened to my half of the conversation, "Sam?"

Dad started laughing again, "Sam? Construction worker Sam, with the dick of
death, was there?" And then Dad stopped for a second, "Ryan, don't tell me
he fucked you. The guy tore me apart. Jesus, you okay son?" He was
definitely worried now.

"I'm fine Dad."

"Tell me what happened son. I have a few minutes and I'm alone. Tell me
you're okay first again. Then get to the good stuff."

I started off slowly as I was still worried Dad would get upset. Then I
started getting into telling the whole story and Dad was egging me on as
well. I could also tell Dad was getting really turned on. His breathing
changed.

"Holy shit son. The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree does it?"

"Funny, that's what Sam said." I replied.

"Well I really like Sam. I got to know him a few years ago. I trust him.
But just be careful son. He's a big man. In every way a man can be big. I
don't know where he got all those damn muscles of his. He can't be more
than 23 or 24..."

"25 Dad."

"Well listen to you. Maybe he'll tag team us some day..." Dad laughed.

"Hey Sam, you want to tag team Dad and I some day?"

"He's there? You're shitting me? Let me talk to him..."

"Dad, it's no big deal, he showed up here this morning with nothing to do
because there was no work because of rain. We were just having coffee."

"Yeah right. What's the two of you got on right now?"

"Same as you would have on if you and I were having coffee" I laughed.

"Well let me talk to him real quick...."

"Fine Dad" I handed the phone to Sam who got a real surprised look on his
face.

Sam said, "Hey Mark, what's going on?"

Sam looked at me and rolled his eyes. I laughed. Then Sam looked like he
got an idea and pointed to the floor in between his legs, gesturing for me
to sit there. I did.

He then picked up his cock and pointed it at me. I got what he wanted. I
took his cock and put it in my mouth.

"Don't worry Mark. I'm not going to hurt this little stud. I wouldn't do
that to you or to him. He is too fucking hot to hurt. And so are you by the
way. Why would I want to fuck up a friendship with the two of
you......Yeah, uh huh...okay. Don't worry. What's he doing? Well, um.... he's
sucking my cock at the moment. And I'll tell you what. He can take more of
it than you can old man... What?  Yeah sure... here you go. See you later."

Sam handed me the phone back.

"Yeah Dad?"

"You sucking that boy's cock while he talks to me?"

"Yes sir."

"How's it taste?" Dad was really breathing hard.

"Salty, faint piss, kinda cheesy. Getting bigger all the time. Little bit
of precum...why?"

"Where you sitting?"

"On the floor in between his big ass thighs."

"Okay, well I'm convinced he'll treat you okay while I'm gone. But we're
going to have somewhat of a talk when I get home. I don't know if there is
room for two sluts under one roof, but I love you so much."

"I love you too Dad"

"Okay son, now I have to go find Jimmy and have him fuck me some where on
this rig. You got me so fucking hot right now..."

We said our goodbyes and hung up. I turned back to Sam's cock.

"Hold on little man....Sam's got to hit the john."
Sam got up and went into Dad's room and into the bathroom. Curious, I
followed.

When Sam noticed me behind him he was about to sit on the toilet. "Don't
know if you want to be here little man. Coffee's kickin' in"

"I just want to talk to you while you're in here"

"Suit yourself Ryan. I ain't shy about nothing. You can handle it, so can
I." He said as he farted. He laughed and so did I. I reached down and
pulled his lips towards mine and shared a quick kiss with him.

Then I got on my knees. I pulled his legs apart. "What you up to Ryan?" Sam
asked.

I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I eagerly looked up at him.
"Ryan, I'm serious. I'm gonna pinch off a log whether you're there or not.
And that means I'm gonna piss too."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at him.

"So you want my piss then don't you. You wanted to see if Sam's piss is
better than Al's then eh? Well okay then. Lord knows I am a pig and if you
wanna be a pig, who am I to stop you."

All of a sudden I felt my mouth fill up with salty bitter liquid. I was
taken by surprise but only lost a little of it. I started swallowing as
fast as I could. That's when I smelled a really foul odor and hear a splash
in the bowl.

"Oh yeah Ryan. Keep sucking my piss out man. I got a little more to shit
out too. Oh fuck this is hot." I sucked down every drop I could too. When
he was done he let out a deep breath and looked down at me. "I could get
used to this boy." With all his piss gone I started to get up.

Sam grabbed my arm and looked at me. "Aren't you gonna wipe me?" I looked
at him as if he were kidding at first. Then I thought.what the fuck? I
grabbed a wad of toilet paper and reached in between his legs. I wiped and
dropped the paper in the bowl.

Sam started to stand and lifted me up by my arm pits. We stood and then he
flushed. He looked down at me and kissed me. He then pulled back and looked
at me. "That's about as intimate as you can get with another person. And
you did it with me. I'm honored."

"I'm happy you're honored. You going to fuck me now?"

"Thought you would never ask boy..."

We went into the bedroom and Sam bent me over the bed. He got down behind
me and shoved my ass right into his face. He must have eaten me out for
about five minutes before finally taking a breath and asking me where the
lube was.

I reached over to Dad's night stand and took it out and handed it to him.
Next thing I knew he was sliding a finger into me. I was still a bit sore
from yesterday, so I felt pain right away.

Sam told me to hold on and he left the room for a second. He came back
within a minute and handed me the little brown bottle of poppers I had used
yesterday.

"Breath it in little man; it will make it better."

I did as he said. Again I felt the slight high and then the horny feeling
that came after. He had reinserted his finger and I was now pushing back on
it.

He slowly inserted a second and then a third. I was pushing back and forth
on his hand trying to get more up there. Every now and then I would take
another hit of poppers and start pushing back some more.

"Alright little man, it's time for the main event. You ready?"

"Fuck yeah Sam. Give it to me man," I grunted.

I felt him line up his cock of death at my hole. He grabbed me with his
other hand by placing it on my stomach. Slowly he made his move in. I felt
the blunt penetration again like I did yesterday but this time I knew about
the awesome feelings that would follow the discomfort and I was willing to
suffer through the short time of pain to get to the good stuff.

"I got a couple inches in sugar, how you doing?" Sam asked sounding
concerned. I was just wishing he would ram it in and get through this part.

"Fine, keep going!"

Slowly he slipped it in as the pain increased. My insides felt as though
they were being ripped apart, until he went past that certain point--the
bump that made it all okay. Then he was all the way in. His pubic hair was
against my ass. He held me close and waited till my breath came back to
normal. I gave him the go sign by nodding my head. Then I felt his cock
slide out almost all the way. I felt that empty feeling again. Then it
slowly filled me up again. He repeated this several times before going
faster.

Then he went faster and faster. His strokes started getting shorter and
more powerful. I felt as though I was going to pass out. I moaned louder
and louder. The trailer five doors down must have heard me.

He didn't last as long this time. He shot his load deep inside me. But he
kept fucking me. I felt his cock starting to go down, but he kept it in me.
I reached down and jacked off real quick while he was still in me. I didn't
want him to pull out just yet. Then I came all over the fucking bed. We
both collapsed onto the bed and stayed there for awhile.

Sam stroked me and held me. "This is so fucking hot being with you man. It
can only get better."
"I agree Sam."

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