Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2018 19:46:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 10 (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 "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! BARBER SHOP TEDDY PART 10 All through dinner with Mom and her fiance, Pablo, all I could think about was how good his cock and cum tasted and how much I wanted to get fucked by him again. My raging hardon subsided only when Mom insisted on grilling me about school. "We have apple pie for dessert," my mother finally said cheerfully. "Excellent," Pablo replied. "Sounds good," I agreed. "I'll be right back," Mom said as she stood up and headed to the kitchen. "I'd rather have more of your creamy dessert," I whispered to Pablo. "Patience, mijo," he replied with a grin and a wink. "Oh shoot!" Mom exclaimed in the kitchen. Obviously, she was still watching her language around Pablo. "What is it?" I called. Mom emerged from the kitchen with the apple pie and a frown. "I forgot to buy the ice cream." "You want me to run to the store?" I asked. "It would take too long," Mom replied, but she obviously wanted me to go buy the ice cream so her perfect dinner wouldn't be spoiled. "I'll drive him," Pablo volunteered. "We'll be back in no time." "Would you? Oh, Pablo, that would be terrific. I love this man," she added, giving Pablo a kiss. "I'll put this in the warming oven and finish cleaning up while you boys are gone. But don't be too long." "We won't," I said. "Come on Pablo." ***** Rather than driving all the way to the supermarket, I suggested to Pablo that we should stop at the gas station that was only a couple of blocks from home. They always had vanilla ice cream in their freezer, and that was perfect for apple pie. Besides, I had plans for the time the shorter trip would save. "And this," I said, plopping a container of lube down on the station attendant's counter as Pablo was getting ready to pay for the ice cream. "You paying for this too?" the attendant asked. "If he wants it, yes," Pablo confirmed. The attendant shrugged, pressed a few keys, and rang up the new total. Pablo forked over the money and took his change. "Come again," the attendant said as he handed me the bag with the ice cream and the lube in it. "I plan to," I chuckled under my breath. When we stepped outside, Pablo started to walk toward his car, but I grabbed his elbow. "What?" he asked. "I can't wait," I replied, pulling on his arm. "Damn, mijo," he chuckled as he let me drag him around the corner of the station and into the nighttime shadows behind it. I quickly yanked the lube out of the bag and then let the bag fall to the ground. "Here," I said, shoving the lube into Pablo's hands, "get this open." I then turned to face the wall, fumbled with my jeans to get them undone, and then pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. "Teddy!" Pablo hissed with both shock and excitement. "Hurry, we don't have a lot of time." "I guess I have to give you what you want," Pablo chuckled. "Mom would definitely want you to make me happy," I laughed. "Now, come on." "It will make my verga happy too," Pablo whispered, stepping closer to me. "Your what?" I asked, placing my hands on the rough brick wall for balance and looking over my shoulder at my future stepfather. "My verga. My dick. My cock," he clarified as he slipped his lubed fingers between my butt cheeks and quickly started fingering my pucker. "Oh yeah," I moaned, pressing my ass backward to accept his fingers, which slid in easily. "That's it. Lube me up. Get me ready for your... What was it?" "My verga," Pablo whispered in my ear as he pulled his fingers out of my ass and immediately slipped the member in question between my butt cheeks. "Oh yeah, give me your verga," I moaned as he pressed the head against my slicked-up pucker. "That's just what I'm gonna do, mijo," he growled in my ear as he applied pressure, forcing the head of his dick through my tight hole. "Oh, papi," I moaned when the head popped inside me and continued to burrow deeper. "Ah, miho," Pablo sighed as he filled me with his meat. He reached around and placed his rough hand on my belly and pulled me back onto his cock. He had me impaled. "You like my verga?" he whispered in my ear. "Fuck yeah," I groaned. "I like it. I like it." "So do I," Pablo agreed. "But we don't have a lot of time," I reminded him. "Then brace yourself, mijo," he warned. He gripped my shoulders firmly and then swung his hips back to pull his cock almost all the way out of my butt. He then slammed it back in without warning. "Fuck," I grunted. "If that's what you want," Pablo chuckled as he repeated the withdrawal and the quick plunge. Faster and faster. Ramming that thick, veiny cock into my ass. Knocking the wind out of me. Fucking my butt. Faster and faster. "Ah, mijo," he panted as his fingers continued to dig into my shoulder. "That's it, papi," I groaned. "Fuck your little mijo." "Gonna fill you with my lechita," he panted. "Your what?" I asked with surprise. "My lechita," he panted again. "My cum. My seed." "Oh yeah, fill me with your creamy lechita, papi," I moaned, thrusting my ass back to impale myself on Pablo's pumping verga. "Fuck me, papi!" "Oh, mijo," he grunted. "Oh, mijo." "Faster, Pablo," I moaned, and he complied. Faster. Harder. Pablo did his best. Ramming me full of his Mexican meat. Clutching my shoulders. Forcing my hands more firmly against the brick wall. "Ah, mijo. Ah, mijo. Ai, mijo. Ai! AI! AIIIIIII!" "Cream me, papi! Fill me with your lechita!" "Cumming," Pablo grunted. "Cumming!" he pounded my ass for a few more thrusts and then buried his verga in my butt and howled, "AIIIIII!" My ass was flooded with his jizz. His cock throbbed. More jizz. More cum. More Mexican lechita! After a couple more random thrusts, he froze again, and I felt the grip on my shoulders relax. "Gracias, papi," I sighed. "De nada, mijo," Pablo replied as he slowly withdrew his cock from my ass. "Now, we'd better get home with the ice cream before your mother wonders where we are." "There's a restroom inside if you want to wash up," the attendant suggested, stepping out from the deep shadows with his hard cock sticking out of the front of his pants. "Mierda!" Pablo exclaimed. "Relax and go wash up," the attendant said, slowly stroking his shaft. "Go ahead, Pablo," I said. "Wouldn't want you to get caught with your verga smelling and tasting like ass." "I suppose not," he agreed nervously. "You'll be okay?" "He'll be fine," the attendant replied, stepping closer to me. "I'll definitely be fine," I said, giving Pablo a grin and then turning to plant my hands on the wall again. "Next." ***** "You really like getting fucked," Pablo said with wonder as he later drove us back to Mom's. "You think?" I laughed. "Yes, I do, especially when it gets us some free frozen ice cream to replace the ice cream that melted while you were shooting your... What was it? Your lechita up my ass." "You learn quickly, mijo," Pablo grinned at me. "I hope you can teach me a lot more, papi," I replied, feeling a bit of that lechita leaking out of my asshole. "I'm gonna try," he confirmed with a wink as we arrived at Mom's house. ***** I hoped all through dessert that Pablo would offer me another ride (in his car and on his cock), but he didn't. Instead, from the glances they kept exchanging, I guessed that Mom was the one who was going to get a ride on Pablo's verga that night. So, when the two of them were washing up the dessert dishes together, I just said my goodbyes and walked back to Dads. "So, how was the dragon lady and her boyfriend?" Dad asked when I finally got back to his place. "They're getting married," I said casually as I collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the television. "Poor bastard," Dad laughed. "Still, that means no more alimony," he added, sitting down beside me and slapping his hand on my thigh...and then letting it rest there while yet another cop show started. "No date tonight?" I asked. "Nope," Dad replied slowly stroking my thigh. "You wore out her pussy already?" I laughed. "Guess so." "So this is fully loaded?" I asked, casually moving my hand to cup his bulky crotch. "Guess so," he repeated with a laugh. "Good," I replied, standing up long enough to step between Dad's legs and sink to my knees. I pressed my nose against his crotch and inhaled deeply before gripping the zipper between my teeth and pulling it down. Dad just laughed, but we were interrupted by the doorbell. "Ignore it," Dad muttered, and I obeyed by burying my nose in the opening of Dad's trousers for another deep inhale. The doorbell rang again and again and again. "Fuck," Dad muttered. "Better answer it, Son." "If that's what you really want," I replied with a grin. "It's not," Dad confirmed as the doorbell continued to ring, "but do it anyway." I reluctantly went to the door and opened it to reveal my old fuckbuddy Larry, the barber's son. "You alone," he asked, groping his swollen crotch. "No," I laughed, "but come on in." "I need to shoot this load so bad," Larry yelled as I led him to the living room. "Why's that?" Dad asked casually. It didn't take me long to notice that he'd zipped up again. "Mary refused even to give me a blowjob," Larry grumbled. "Said she wasn't feeling like it." "She is nine months pregnant," I laughed. "Yeah, well, it won't happen again if it means I can't fuck her for months on end," Larry promised. "I've been driving around for hours, trying to calm down." "That obviously hasn't worked," Dad laughed. "Hornier than ever," Larry confirmed. "I thought about going to the woods, but that's more fun with you," he finished, looking at me. "I'm flattered," I said, starting to take off my clothes. "I was just about to give Dad a blowjob, but I don't think he'd mind if you went first." "Teddy," Dad warned, but it was too late. "Your dad? You finally did it?" Larry asked, pleasantly surprised. "Not tonight, but yeah, we've crossed that line," I confirmed. "Now, Larry," Dad said, trying to do some damage control. "That's so cool, Mr. Dodge!" Larry smiled. "Lucky Teddy!" "Lucky me," Dad laughed, to hide his embarrassment. "Yeah, now he has a backup when the pussy brigade doesn't deliver," I laughed. "Has he fucked you?" Larry asked eagerly, gripping the hardon inside his jeans. "Once or twice," I laughed. "Can I watch?" Larry persisted, licking his lips. "I mean, I would love to get fucked again by you, sir, but it would be so hot to watch you fuck Teddy." "I don't know..." Dad hesitated. "If Larry's uncle can join us, so can Larry," I declared. "Owen's fucked with you guys? That's not fair," Larry objected with a laugh. "Now you really have to let me watch." He practically ripped his clothes off and joined me in a state of complete undress. "Come on, Mr. Dodge," he coaxed, already stroking his hardon and tugging on his ball. "If you're not careful, that thing will go off," Dad laughed. "Please," Larry begged. "Come on, Dad, put him out of his misery." "Well, alright, if you insist," Dad agreed with a smile as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Fuck yeah," Larry crowed, right before the doorbell started ringing urgently again. "When did we move to Grand Central Station?" Dad asked, standing up and rebuttoning his shirt. "I'd better get that." "We'll be in the bedroom," I said, grabbing Larry's throbbing cock and pulling him into the bedroom. "Don't start without me," Dad laughed as he followed us and closed the door behind us, before going on to open the front door. "Is Larry here?!" Mr. Warner asked urgently before Dad had barely opened the door. "Yes, he--" "I need to see him," Mr. Warner said as he shoved past Dad. "Larry!" he called out. I tried not to laugh as Larry opened the bedroom door and tried to hide his nakedness behind it. "Dad? What the fuck?" "I've been trying to call you all evening," Mr. Warner said. "Your phone's off." "Yeah, I was pissed off and didn't want to talk to anyone. How did you know I was here?" "Owen said you might be," Mr. Warner confirmed. "Don't ask me how he knew it, but he did." "Okay, so what's so urgent?" Larry asked, sounding a bit annoyed. "Mary had the baby!" Mr. Warner said. "No," Larry finally said after a stunned silence. "Yes!" Mr. Warner insisted. "You're a father!" The news finally began to sink in. "I'm a father!" Larry yelled, letting the door swing open as he turned, grabbed me, lifted me off the floor, and spun me around. "I'm a fucking father!" He seemed to have forgotten that we were both completely naked and sporting hardons. "That's what I said," Mr. Warner replied, nervously glancing at Dad and trying to ignore the naked flesh and cocks in front of him. Larry put me down and rushed to embrace Mr. Warner. "You're a grandpa!" Larry laughed, as he hugged his dad. "I sure am," Mr. Warner laughed. "Of a big, fat baby boy." "It's a boy!" Larry cheered as he turned to include my dad in the excitement by giving him a quick hug. "Just like his father," Dad laughed when Larry let him go and Dad was able to nod down at Larry's hardon. "I should get to the hospital," Larry said, ignoring the nod. "How's Mary?" "Fine," Mr. Warner confirmed. "She and the baby are fine." "Thank you, Dad," Larry said, embracing Mr. Warner again. "Don't thank me," Mr. Warner laughed. "Thank Mary when you see her." "You'll give me a lift?" Mr. Warner looked from Larry's eager face to my naked body and replied, "After you boys finish whatever you were up to. Mr. Dodge and I can have a beer to celebrate, if you've got any." "If the boys haven't drunk them all," Dad replied. "You'll have to drink on your own, Mr. Warner," I said quickly. "Dad was just going to join us." Mr. Warner looked at Dad with a stunned expression that matched the one on Dad's face. They were like two deer caught in the headlights. Larry looked back and forth between them and finally whispered, "Or you could join us." Before Mr. Warner could reply, Larry pressed his lips to his dad's lips and leaned his weight against him. Mr. Warner stumbled back against the hallway wall and Larry's naked body pressed him against it. For a short time, Larry was making all of the effort. Mr. Warner planted the palms of his hands against the wall. I could see even from a distant how urgently Larry was kissing his dad, but Mr. Warner was resisting. Well, at least, he wasn't engaging. "Celebrate with him, Mr. Warner," I said gently. After one more brief moment, Mr. Warner quickly transferred his palms from the wall to Larry's bare ass. The father pulled the son's naked body tightly against him. The father's head turned slightly and started moving. I new Mr. Warner was finally kissing Larry back. Not in a regular father-son kiss but a passionate tongue-battling, saliva-swapping kiss. Finally, they parted, and Larry began to unbutton Mr. Warner's shirt. "I've wanted this for so long, Dad," he whispered as he backed into the bedroom and pulled Mr. Warner with him. "I've been so jealous of Teddy and you." "Oh, Son," Mr. Warner moaned when Larry ran his hands over Mr. Warner's hairy chest. "I want you to fuck me like you fuck him," Larry whispered, dropping his hands to undo Mr. Warner's trousers. "Are you sure, Larry?" Mr. Warner asked. I could hear trepidation mingled with excitement. "I've never been more sure of anything," Larry replied, pulling down Mr. Warner's trousers and underwear to reveal his throbbing, uncut cock. "Oh, Larry," Mr. Warner moaned when Larry sank to his knees, pulled back the abundant foreskin, and wrapped his lips around his dad's cock for the first time. "My boy." I rushed to pull Dad into the room. "We should leave them to it," he whispered to me as he tried to stop me from undressing him. "Not on your life," I whispered back. "We're celebrating with Larry." Before he could object, I pulled him close and pressed my lips to his. My tongue darted out for a quick lick of the soft flesh that parted slightly and allowed my tongue to press inside. Feeling the ridge of his teeth, the soft flesh of his tongue. "Mmmm," he moaned as his hands cupped my butt cheeks and pulled my body against his, my hard cock against his. Grinding against each other. Tasting each other. "Suck me, Son," he whispered when our lips finally parted. "You got it," I whispered back. I pulled him into position beside Mr. Warner, and then I sank to my knees, pulled down Dad's pants and underwear, and swallowed his cock as quickly as I could. Side by side, Larry and I sucked on the cocks that had made us. Hard, throbbing, precum-leaking daddy cocks. We swallowed the sweet juice already flowing from their hairy balls. We both gripped those balls and our dads moaned in unison. "I can't believe we're doing this," Mr. Warner moaned. "At least I don't have to try to satisfy them both on my own now," Dad chuckled. "I never imagined my own son would be sucking my cock," Mr. Warner persisted. "Me either, but I could never deny mine anything," Dad moaned. I let Dad's dick slip from between my lips, looked up at his face, and said, "Then fuck me, Dad." "Oh, shit," Mr. Warner moaned when he heard that. Larry let his dad's dick slip from between his lips and said, "While you fuck me, Dad." Larry gave the head of Mr. Warner's cock another quick lick like a lollipop. "Oh, Larry," Mr. Warner groaned as his legs shook. "Is that a yes?" Larry asked, licking the cock again. "Oh yes, yes," Mr. Warner moaned. "It's yes if you really want it, yes." "I really want it," Larry said, releasing his dad's cock and climbing onto the bed. He got on all fours and looked over his shoulder at the rest of us. "I want it now," he growled. "Lube me up and celebrate, Grandpa!" he ordered. Mr. Warner looked around helplessly as I dived to retrieve the lube from Dad's night table. "Always prepared," I said, squirting some lube into my own hand before tossing the tube to Mr. Warner. I jumped on the bed beside Larry and reached between my legs to start lubing up my own asshole. Well, I didn't really need it after the gas station adventure, but it felt so good. I moaned as I sank one finger and then two into my hole. "Come on, Dad," Larry begged. "Get me ready. Can't let Teddy get too far ahead of us," he laughed. "Sorry, Son," Mr. Warner mumbled as he climbed onto the bed and got into position behind Larry. "You wanna do yourself, like Teddy's doing?" "No, I want you to do it, Dad," Larry replied. "Oh yeah," Larry moaned a few seconds later, and I knew that Mr. Warner had started lubing him up. "I need some of that too," Dad said as he climbed onto the bed and got behind me. Mr. Warner passed the tube to Dad, and he began lubing up his cock while I continued to play with my hole. "Are you ready to make our boys happy?" Dad finally asked. "I think so," Mr. Warner said nervously. I smiled to myself, knowing that if he really had any doubts, his cock wouldn't be hard enough to fuck his son. When Larry suddenly let out a huge moan, I knew that wasn't the case. Mr. Warner had just fed his daddy cock into his son for the first time. "Come on, Dad," I begged. "Keep up." "You little fucker," Dad laughed as his cock found my hole and slid easily inside. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "That's what I'm talking about." "This is fucking amazing," Larry moaned, turning his face toward me. "I told you," I replied, stretching over to join him in a passionate kiss as our dad's slowly began fucking our asses. "Oh, Larry," Mr. Warner moaned. "So tight." "You should feel how tight Teddy is," Dad moaned. "I know how tight Teddy is," Mr. Warner groaned without thinking. Dad let out a hearty laugh and said, "I'm not surprised." "Shut up and fuck me, Dad," I order. "Yes, Son," Dad replied, giving my ass a sharp slap of reprimand as he sped up his pace. His dick plunging into my ass. His balls swinging and slapping my flesh. His hands kneading my ass cheeks. "That better?" he finally grunted between thrusts. "Oh yeah," I moaned as I tightened my ass on his cock. "Fuck me, Daddy." "Harder, Dad," Larry begged. Mr. Warner grunted as he tried to fulfill his son's demand. Harder and faster. It wasn't long before there was a steady rhythm of flesh slapping flesh. Their daddy cocks were sliding into our boy asses in unison. Swaying the bed. Knocking the headboard against the wall with their combined thrusts. "Faster, Dad," I begged. Dad gave my ass another sharp slap and rammed me full of cock, again and again and again. Mr. Warner increased his pace to keep up. Drilling Larry's ass. Deep and fast. The headboard slamming the wall more forcefully. Minutes passed and the room was filled with a cacophony of moans, groans, grunts, and flesh slapping flesh. All of us were so concentrated on the son assholes being penetrated by the dad cocks that we forgot to talk. We were all lost in the rhythmic, thrusting pleasure of sided-by-side dad-son fucking. Hard. Fast. Steady. Fucking. "I wish this would last forever," Mr. Warner finally moaned. "If you're gonna take forever, then I need a cock to suck on," Larry laughed. "I've got one free," I laughed back. "Perfect," Larry replied. "Change positions!" "Side by side or on top?" I asked. "On top," Larry said without any hesitation. "Which of you dads wants to keep fucking doggy style?" I asked. There was silence as they continued fucking us. I looked over my shoulder. "Well?" "I wanna keep doing this," Mr. Warner replied sheepishly. "Then get in position, Son," Dad said, giving my ass one more slap and then pulling his throbbing cock out. I quickly flipped around and squirmed under Larry until his cock was pointing down at my mouth and my cock was point up at his mouth. "That's better," Larry laughed before dropping his head and sucking my cock into his mouth. "Good for you, Dad?" I called out. "I think so," Dad replied, moving into position. When he lifted my ankles onto his shoulders, it tilted my crotch and drove my cock deeper into Larry's throat. He moaned his appreciation. "Go for it, Dad," I said, and then I swallowed Larry's cock. He let out another moan as Dad easily slipped his cock back up my ass and resumed the process of drilling me hard and deep. Every thrust of Dad's cock drove my mouth onto Larry's cock, and every thrust of Mr. Warner's cock drove Larry's mouth onto my cock. A rocking, fucking chain reaction. The dads fucked us out of step. They fucked us in unison. They mixed it up. It felt the best when they both fucked their dicks into us at the same time, and they must have agreed, because that's what they finally settled on. Two dads ramming their cocks into their sons at the same time. Deep. Hard. Urgent. Larry and I played with each other's balls as we sucked. I eventually reached back between Larry's legs and up to find Mr. Warner's balls. "Oh fuck, Teddy," Mr. Warner moaned when I squeezed his hairy nuts. "What did he do?" Dad laughed. "He's squeezing my balls," Mr. Warner groaned as he fucked Larry's ass and I continued playing with his balls. "Oh fuck, Larry," Dad moaned a second later. "Squeezing your nuts too?" Mr. Warner grunted. "Oh yeah," Dad groaned. "How did we ever get so lucky?" "Best sons ever," Mr. Warner moaned. "Well, I'm about ready to reward mine," Dad said. "So soon," Mr. Warner replied sadly. "Nothing says we have to reward them together," Dad smiled, "but it would be hot." "Okay," Mr. Warner agreed. "Wait for me." He started fucking Larry's ass even faster, and Dad kept up with him. "Squeeze those balls harder, Teddy," Mr. Warner grunted, and I complied. Mr. Warner and Dad groaned in unison, and I knew Larry had obeyed the same order. Dad was just fucking me casually, but hard and fast. He'd been there before. Mr. Warner, on the other hand, was obviously the first timer. He was the one whose moans and groans were getting louder and louder as he fucked Larry's ass harder and harder. "Oh, Larry," Mr. Warner finally gasped as I squeezed his balls, which were definitely tightening up. "I'm gonna..." Larry whipped his mouth off of my cock and yelled, "CUM, GRANDPA!" "RIGHT UP YOUR NEW DADDY ASS!" Mr. Warner bellowed. "DO IT, DAD!" Larry grunted as his dad's cock battered his insides. "I'M GOING TO, SON!" Mr. Warner grunted. "THAT'S IT, GRANDPA!" Larry laughed before swallowing my cock again and sucking for all he was worth. "GONNA CREAM YOUR DADDY ASS," Mr. Warner growled, and then he thrust his cock deep into Larry's ass and froze. He grunted again and again and again, let out a huge moan that filled the room, and then grunted again and again and again. I continued to squeeze his balls as they emptied his jizz in his son's ass. "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" Larry yelled with his mouth full of my cock. And then my own mouth was suddenly filled with spurt after spurt after spurt of his cum. I tried to gulp as fast as I could but it was hard to keep up. I was overwhelmed. My body was overwhelmed. "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" I yelled, or actually cum-gargled, as my own cock shot off, filling Larry's mouth with a load that he eagerly sucked down as he continued oozing jizz into my mouth. "FUCK!" Dad growled as my ass spasmed on his cock with every shot of my cum into Larry's mouth. "I'M CUMMING, BOY!" I felt his grip tighten on my ankles as he switched from rabbit-fucking my ass to long, slow, hard, deep thrusts. "NOW!" he roared as he rammed his cock in to the balls and thrust my ankles out to the side. "FUCK YEAH!" His cock throbbed as it filled my ass with his load. More and more, until I could feel it seeping out around his shaft. "Fuck yeah," he repeated in a growl as his grip on my ankles let up a little. "Best cum ever," Mr. Warner panted. I let Larry's cock slip out of my mouth, gulped down his salty cum, and then said with mock sarcasm, "Thanks a lot." "Family cums first," Mr. Warner laughed. Larry gave my cock one final slurp and then let it slip out of his mouth. "I don't think I'll mind so much now if Mary does get pregnant again. Not as long as you're around, Dad." "And your Uncle Owen," I reminded him. "And me," my dad laughed. "Damn, I hope Mary gets pregnant again as soon as possible," Larry laughed. "In the meantime," Mr. Warner said, letting his cock pop out of his son's ass, "you and I better get cleaned up and over to the hospital, so you can meet your boy." "Sounds good to me, Grandpa," Larry sighed, rolling off of me and lying on his back as Mr. Warner climbed off of the bed. "Looks like it's just you and me for the rest of the evening," my dad said as he wrapped my legs round his back and leaned forward to give me a kiss. "I'm not complaining," I replied, pulling his hairy chest down against my smooth body and turning the innocent father-son kiss into a passionate kiss. "We'll shower up and then let ourselves out," Larry said as he rolled off of the bed. I just waved goodbye as I continued to kiss my dad and waited for his cock to get hard again inside my ass. "Come on, Grandpa," Larry said as he led Mr. Warner off to the bathroom. The last thing I heard was Larry asking, "How long does it take for that old grandpa dick of yours to recharge?" I didn't care how long it took my dad's dick to recharge. I was more interested in how MANY times it could recharge in one night. He didn't know it, but I was determined to find out. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! 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