Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2018 18:10:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 11 (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 11 Dad could barely walk by the time I let him out of the house in the morning. I wasn't too steady either after taking his dick at regular intervals all night. So, I just laid in bed all morning, fingering my cummy ass, stroking my cock, and replaying every stroke of Dad's cock in my hole. I was really beginning to regret that I had to go back to college with the end of spring break looming. My phone buzzed, so I pulled my finger out and rolled over on my belly. I continued to hump my hard dick into the sheets as I stretched out to grab my phone. "Yeah?" I moaned after swiping it on and answering the call. "I like the sound of that," Owen replied at the other end. "Why don't you come join me, or join me and cum?" I laughed. "Busy this morning, unfortunately," Owen replied. "But we could do lunch and then have some afternoon fun if you're still up for it." "I'm always up for it." "So I've gathered," Owen laughed. "Spinelli's good enough?" "Pizza, sure." "See you there around twelve-thirty." "Sounds good," I moaned, humping my dick into the sheets and remembering my last trip to Spinelli's Pizzaria. "Don't forget to save some of that cum for later," Owen laughed. "I'll try, but I can't promise." ***** I was waiting outside Spinelli's at 12:30 p.m. on the dot. I had managed to save some cum, but only just. Owen arrived a couple minutes later and gave me a huge hug. "It's so good to see you," he said with a smile. "You too," I said, a little surprised. "I hear you've been having fun without me." "Who told you?" I seriously wondered which bit of fun he was even talking about. "Larry took me aside when he finally got to the hospital last night and told me what you four had been up to." "Oh yeah," I replied, suddenly embarrassed about the fuck session with Dad, Larry, and his dad. "Got me so hot," Owen whispered in my ear. "My brother and Larry!" "It was pretty hot," I replied, relaxing again. "You should join us sometime." "I plan to," Owen laughed. "Too bad I have to go back to school." "So soon?" Owen asked, caught off guard. "Afraid so." "Time sure has flown," Owen observed with obvious disappointment. "Don't worry, I'll be back for the summer. And we have this afternoon." "Then let's get inside and get fueled up for a heavy afternoon workout." "Sounds good to me," I replied with a grin. Owen opened the door and held it for me. He gave me a quick pat on the ass as I stepped past him. He was definitely getting braver with his public displays. The moment we entered, Adam caught my eye. The third Fuck-a-teer was sitting at a table with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Crow. Adam waved, and I waved back. Mr. Crow saw the exchange and waved us over. "Join us," he said, as Owen and I approached the table. "We were just--" Owen tried to restore our plans for private dining. Mr. Crow grabbed an empty chair from the next table and pulled it up next to his. "You sit here, Teddy," he said, patting the seat. "Your friend can have that one." Mr. Crow nodded toward the empty chair across the table from him. "It's a tight fit, but I'm sure you can squeeze in." I looked at Owen and he shrugged. I looked at Mrs. Crow, and she just said, "There's still plenty left." I looked at the pizza and a half still on the table. "Someone's got a healthy appetite," I laughed. "Insatiable," Mr. Crow said, patting the chair beside him again. "Okay, Owen?" I asked. "Sure, why not," he replied, taking the seat between Adam and Mrs. Crow. "Five for lunch, then," I said, sitting down beside Mr. Crow. We all took a slice of pizza at the same time. I was starving, because I hadn't bothered with breakfast. I just about choked on the first bite when I felt Mr. Crow grab my crotch and squeeze my junk. "We were just treating Adam to a special lunch before he goes back to school," Mrs. Crow said casually, although from the surprised look on my face, she had to have known what her husband was doing. "Us too," Owen said, and then his face went all funny as well. I glanced at Adam, who grinned at me. "I think it's definitely going to be a very special lunch," Adam said, turning his face toward Owen. Owen gulped and then said, "It certainly has potential." "Ah, Teddy, so nice to see you again," Mr. Spinelli said as he stepped up to the table. "My friend Owen," I said. "Yes, I know Owen," Spinelli grinned mysteriously. I looked again at Owen, and I would have sworn that he was blushing. "What do you want to drink, boys?" Mr. Crow asked. "They're joining us for this," he added, indicating the pizza. Owen and I ordered ice tea and the conversation turned casual as we had a nice lunch. I had a nice hardon for most of it, since Mr. Crow never removed his hand from my crotch. Instead, he just kept fondling and stroking my hardon. I was sure that my jeans were going to have a huge wet spot when I finally had to stand up. I was surprised at how adept Mr. Crow was at eating and drinking with just one free hand. Then, I finally noticed that Owen and Adam were managing the same trick. Mrs. Crow and I were the only ones with both hands above the table at all times. If I hadn't been so hungry, I might have been more actively jealous of Adam and Owen. Instead, I just ate my pizza and pondered which of them I was more jealous about. ***** "Everything to your satisfaction?" Mr. Spinelli asked when he stopped by our table after all of the pizza had been devoured. "Very nice," Mrs. Crow replied. "Excellent," Mr. Crow said, leaning back and patting his stomach, giving me a glimpse of the hardon tent in his trousers. "And who will be paying?" Mr. Spinelli asked, tearing the bill off of his pad. "ME!" Adam and I shouted in unison. Mr. Crow gave us both a funny look, but Owen just grinned. That made me give Owen a funny look. "Follow me, boys," Mr. Spinelli said casually. "No, we couldn't possibly let you boys do that," Mrs. Crow objected. "I think we should let them," Mr. Crow said, after his hand that was still in my lap obviously felt my cock throbbing in anticipation. Adam and I got up (trying to hide our respective hardons) and followed Mr. Spinelli. Before we got to the kitchen door, I heard Mrs. Crow call, "Don't be long!" I looked back over my shoulder and saw Owen and Mr. Crow following us. When we reached the kitchen door, Mr. Spinelli turned and saw that he had more following him than he'd bargained for. "Gentlemen," he said, "it is not necessary." "I think Dad would really enjoy helping to pay the bill," Adam replied, looking back and forth between his dad and the indecisive Mr. Spinelli. "I know I would," Owen volunteered. Mr. Spinelli hesitated on moment longer and then said, "We should perhaps discuss this in the office." He then headed through the kitchen and we all followed, getting a few funny looks from the staff. "You've done this before?" I whispered to Owen. "Since I was the last customer one evening," Owen whispered back. "I always thought I was the only one." "Well, there's at least four of us," I laughed softly. "He's done this before?" Owen asked, nodding at Mr. Crow. "I don't know," I chuckled, "but Larry has. And considering that Mr. Crow has been playing with my cock all through lunch," I added, "I'm pretty sure he's up for it now even if he hasn't done it before." Mr. Spinelli opened the door and waiting for the four of us customers to enter the office. He then closed the door and stood looking at us. "Well, now," he finally said. "I'll pay my share first," Adam volunteered, since it was the presence of his dad that was keeping things from getting started. Mr. Crow grinned as Adam tore off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans, revealing his commando status and his erect cock. "My son always pays his fare share," Mr. Crow laughed, adjusting himself in his trousers. I wondered if he was going to reveal his full sex relationship with Adam to Owen and Mr. Spinelli. "He certainly does," Mr. Spinelli replied, finally relaxing and adjusting his own throbbing cock. "So do I," I volunteered, beginning to undress. "Me too," Owen laughed, stripping off as well. "It was a big bill," Mr. Crow laughed, beginning to undo his own trousers. "I'm not sure it was that big," Mr. Spinelli muttered when Mr. Crow's huge cock popped into view. That didn't keep Mr. Spinelli from licking his lips at the sight, and his cock was rock hard when Adam knelt and undid Mr. Spinelli's trousers, releasing the Italian sausage for all of us to see. "Damn," Owen muttered, still fixated on Mr. Crow's dick. "It really fills you up," I whispered back. "I try," Mr. Crow laughed, stroking his hardening meat. "I think I'd be too full for that, after all that pizza," Owen laughed. "I'm not," Adam said, still on his knees with Mr. Spinelli's cock in his hand. "Never am." Mr. Spinelli's eyes almost popped out of his head at that revelation. Even Owen looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded in the affirmative. "Sorry, Son," Mr. Crow said. "This is all for Mr. Spinelli today." "Grazie," Mr. Spinelli murmured as Mr. Crow stepped up beside Mr. Spinelli, who quickly took hold of the growing slab of meat. Mr. Spinelli moaned at the feel of Mr. Crow's hefty cock in his hand and Adam's warm mouth engulfing his cock. "Looks like we're unnecessary," Owen said to me as he slowly stroked his cock. "We'll pay the tip," I laughed, stroking my own dick as I watched Mr. Spinelli really beginning to enjoy the father-son attention. Mr. Crow stepped behind Mr. Spinelli and pushed the head of his cock between Mr. Spinelli's butt cheeks. He worked it up and down the crack, and Mr. Spinelli moaned and pushed his ass back against the intruder. Adam tugged on Mr. Spinelli's shaft until a glistening glob of precum oozed out. Adam then leaned forward and licked the head clean. "Mmmm," he moaned, licking his lips before opening his mouth to swallow Mr. Spinelli's cock. Owen looked around, saw some olive oil on a shelf, grabbed the container, and walked over to Mr. Crow. "I think you might need this," Owen said. Mr. Crow glanced at Owen and the oil in his hand. He then leaned back his upper body and said, "Pour it on. Oh yeah," he moaned when the oil drizzled onto his fat cock and he stroked it along his shaft. "That's it," he added when Owen adjust the oil so that it was landing on the top of Mr. Spinelli's crack before seeping down out of sight. I walked around to stand on the other side of Mr. Spinelli. When Owen thought the crack was oiled enough, he shifted the bottle to pour oil on Mr. Spinelli's back. I continued stroking my cock with one hand but reached out with the other to spread the oil over Mr. Spinelli's back. He sighed with appreciation. "Down on all fours," Mr. Crow suddenly ordered. Adam quickly stopped sucking Mr. Spinelli's cock and got out of the way so Mr. Spinelli could do as instructed. He sank to his knees and looked up longingly at the four of us standing over him and stroking our cocks. "A little more oil, and I think we'll be ready to go," Mr. Crow said as he sank to his own knees and pulled Mr. Spinelli's cheeks apart. "More oil it is," Owen said as he knelt beside Mr. Spinelli and poured more oil into the crack and onto the exposed pink pucker as Mr. Crow thrust his hips to jab his fat cock head against the oiled opening. "A little help here, Teddy," Mr. Crow grinned up at me. I sank to my knees and placed the palm of my free hand under his shaft to support and guide it. "That's it," he muttered as he pressed forward. "Oh god," Mr. Spinelli moaned as the battering ram pressed against his back door. "Relax, Mr. Spinelli," Adam whispered as he sank to his knees and then flipped over on his back to slide under him. "OH MY GOD, FUCK!" Mr. Spinelli yelled between gritted teeth as the head of Mr. Crow's cock finally forced its way through that tight asshole. "You're doing it, Mr. Spinelli," I said as I watched the fat cock disappearing into his ass. "He sure is," Mr. Crow growled as he continued to push inch after inch after inch of fat cock into that tight hole. "Just relax," Adam repeated before slurping sounds started coming from the region of Mr. Spinelli's cock. I looked up at Owen and grinned as Mr. Spinelli let out deep, guttural moans of combined pain and pleasure. "Just relax and enjoy the ride," Mr. Crow growled as he filled Mr. Spinelli's ass with the last bit of his fuckstick and pinned my hand between them. Mr. Spinelli panted quickly for several seconds before finally moaning, "Fuck me," slow and low. Owen and I watched as Mr. Crow pulled back and his cock came into view again, but only briefly before it sank back into the depths of Mr. Spinelli's ass. Again and again and again. The cock appeared and disappeared. The oil-coated shaft glistened in the light. It wasn't long before Mr. Spinelli was swaying his body forward and back. Slamming his ass onto the invading cock. "That's the way I like it," Mr. Crow growled, slapping Mr. Spinelli's ass hard. "Harder," Mr. Spinelli moaned. Mr. Crow slapped his ass again, harder than the first, and slammed his cock harder into the hungry ass. He wasn't taking any chances on misunderstanding Mr. Spinelli's request. He fucked harder and harder. Grunting with every thrust. Slapping ass occasionally, beginning to leave bright red handprints. Mr. Spinelli just begged for more. "I think it's time we started paying the tip," I said, giving Owen a wink and moving toward Mr. Spinelli's head. "I guess so," Owen replied. "It looks like the bill is being paid in full." He moved with me toward Mr. Spinelli's head. "And then some," Mr. Crow grunted. When I finally saw Mr. Spinelli's face, it was covered with an expression of pure pleasure. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. "Ready for the tip, Mr. Spinelli?" I asked, slapping his cheek with my hard cock. "Yes, Teddy," Mr. Spinelli responded, opening his eyes. "Tip me, tip me." He licked his lips and looked back and forth between my cock and Owen's cock. Owen and I looked at each other and then just started dick-slapping Mr. Spinelli. One cock on each cheek. Again and again. Mr. Spinelli moaned and started swinging his head to meet out cocks as he continued ramming his ass back onto Mr. Crow's cock. Mr. Spinelli stuck out his tongue and tried to get a lick of each cock as it slapped his face. His attempts became more and more desperate. Finally, he surprised us by not turning toward Owen's cock. Instead, he kept facing in my direction and lunged forward at my next slap attempt. So, instead of a slap, my cock sank into his mouth and he quickly closed his lips around my shaft. "Oh fuck," I moaned as I was engulfed by his warm cavity and felt his tongue eagerly licking my shaft. Instead of pulling back, I started gently fucking my cock into his mouth, and Mr. Spinelli moaned with pleasure. "Nice," Owen muttered as he watched my cock sliding in and out between Mr. Spinelli's rosy lips. "Very nice," he added, stepping closer and humping his cock against the side of Mr. Spinelli's face, leaving a trail of precum on the cheek. "We would've been having pizza a lot more often if I'd known this was on offer," Mr. Crow grunted as he plunged his meat into Mr. Spinelli. "Too bad more businesses don't take this kind of payment." "They probably would, if they knew what you had to offer," Owen laughed as he finally began jacking his cock with the head just gently brushing Mr. Spinelli's cheek. "I know I would." "Is that so?" Mr. Crow asked, looking at Owen. Owen looked at me, but I just grinned and shrugged. He grinned back at me. "Any time you need some work done around the house, just let me know." "It's a deal," Mr. Crow replied. "Especially since these boys are going back to school." Visions of his future exploits with Mr. Crow must have flooded Owen's brain, because he was suddenly jacking his cock with unrestrained enthusiasm and looking at Mr. Crow fucking his dick into Mr. Spinelli. The sight turned me on even more, and I began to fuck Mr. Spinelli's face, faster and faster. He sucked and slurped and worked my cock for all it was worth. "SHIT!" Owen suddenly growled between gritted teeth. I looked down just in time to see the first shot of cum fly from his cock and splatter on Mr. Spinelli's cheek. Another shot in the ear. A shot on the neck. A shot in the hair. A shot on my own cock! "FUCK!" I moaned as my cock erupted and began filling Mr. Spinelli's mouth with my salty jizz. "MMMMMPPPPHHHH!" Mr. Spinelli yelled as he gulped and gulped and tried to keep up with the flow of my cum. "The fucker's cumming!" Mr. Crow laughed, obviously feeling Mr. Spinelli's ass gripping his cock in the process. A muffled cum-filled gargle escaped from Adam's mouth, which was still obviously servicing Mr. Spinelli's shooting cock. I looked down and saw Adam's fist flying up and down his shaft just as the first wad of cum shot into the air. "Adam's cumming!" I grunted at Mr. Spinelli, who pulled his mouth off of my spent cock and dropped quickly to engulf Adam's white fountain of cum. "Yeah," Mr. Crow growled, "eat my boy's cum while I fill your ass with his DADDY JIZZ!" Mr. Crow slammed his cock into Mr. Spinelli's ass. I watched Mr. Crow's face as he obviously began coating Mr. Spinelli's insides. Mr. Crow's mouth dropped open. His jaw worked in shallow gulping motions. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. His tight-shut eyes suddenly flew open and the eyeballs rolled back in his head. In that moment, I wanted to shove my cock into Mr. Crow's open mouth and feed him a load of cum, but I was spent. Mr. Spinelli had taken everything I had to give. Finally, Mr. Crow's face recovered and resumed its normal appearance. He grinned when he saw me looking at him. "We're definitely eating here more often," he laughed. "You won't be sorry," I smiled. "That, I guarantee," Mr. Spinelli agreed. I looked down and saw the side of his face covered with Owen's cum and some of Adam's cum running down his chin. Mr. Spinelli stuck out his tongue and lapped up what cum it could reach. "I guarantee," he repeated, looking up at Owen and me. "Thanks for the tip, boys." ***** When the five of us were finally presentable again, we wandered back out to the table where Mrs. Crow was having an espresso. She acted as if nothing had happened, but I was ninety-nine percent sure that she had a good idea about what had happened. Still, without batting an eyelash, she said casually, "I decided to have an espresso while I was waiting." "On the house," Mr. Spinelli assured her. "On the house. Please do come again." "I'm sure we will," Mrs. Crow replied, smiling at her husband, who smiled innocently back at her. ***** "I'm sorry you're going back to school," Owen said after we'd been walking in silence for a while. "Me too," I agreed. "This has been an interesting spring break." "Just interesting?" Owen asked. "Okay, fucking interesting," I laughed. "I want to thank you," Owen replied seriously. "For what?" "For everything." "You're welcome," I replied. "But there's no need to sound so final. I'll be back home for the summer." "So will Adam," Owen observed. I stopped short and turned to look at Owen. "I like you, Owen. I like you a lot," I finally said with complete honesty. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again. But I'm looking forward to seeing Adam again too. And his dad and your brother and your nephew and Mr. Spinelli," I added with a laugh. "And that's all?" he asked seriously. "Look, Owen, I'm eighteen. I'm having fun. I've got my whole life ahead of me to be serious. I'm not ready to be serious yet. Not with anyone." "Fair enough," he replied, but I could tell he was disappointed. "Let's just see what the summer brings." "Okay," he replied without looking at me. He started walking again, and I followed him. When Adam called me later, I had basically the same conversation with him. He sounded just as disappointed as Owen, but I didn't waver. I wasn't ready to settle down with anyone. ***** Dad's pussy friend insisted on going to a movie that evening, so I spent my last night in town alone watching television. Eventually, I lubed my ass (just in case) and went to bed early. When Dad finally got home and climbed into bed with me, I woke up. "Did she wear it out?" I asked sleepily. "Almost," he replied with a laugh. "Sorry to hear that," I said, snuggling up next to him and placing my hand on his crotch. I gently rubbed his soft cock and his balls. "Maybe it will be revived by morning," he said, pulling me to his chest and giving the top of my head a kiss. "I hope so," I replied, just letting my hand rest on his junk as we fell asleep. ***** When I woke up, I was on my stomach. Dad was on my back. And the head of his cock was pressing at my asshole. "This is my kind of alarm clock," I moaned. "So I gathered," Dad whispered in my ear as his hard cock worked its way into my ass. "Oh yeah," I moaned as Dad's dick slid into me. "You can wake me up any time." "I'm so proud of you, Son." "For being so good at taking cock?" I laughed. "For being the best son a dad could ask for, in every way," he replied. "I love you, Dad," I moaned as I felt his cock sliding smoothly in and out of my butt. "I mean it." And I did. I still wasn't sure about Owen or Adam, but I was definite about my dad. I loved him for accepting me. For agreeing to give me what I wanted. For allowing sex to be part of our father-son relationship. "I love you, Dad," I repeated as I gently began to thrust my ass up to meet his throbbing cock. "I love you too, Son," he murmured as he kissed the back of my neck and fucked my ass. "So much." It was the slowest, gentlest, most loving sex we'd had up to that point. Neither of us wanted it to end. But when he finally moaned, "Oh, Teddy," I was ready for the love and the cum to pour through my dad's cock and into my ass. "I'm yours, Dad," I moaned. "Oh, Son," he grunted as he started firing his seed into me. "I love you, boy." "I love you too, Dad," I said, craning my neck around to kiss him passionately as he pumped his cum into me. Again and again and again. ***** That wasn't the last time Dad fucked me. Not by a long shot. We had a lot more family fun that summer. And when his pussy friend got pregnant and insisted on getting married at the end of the summer, Dad asked me to be his best man. I showed my appreciation by letting him fuck me right before we headed to the church. I knew it was his way of saying how much I meant to him and that neither a new wife nor a new kid would change it. And it didn't. We continued to fuck whenever I was home and the coast was clear. I just didn't get to sleep with him after that. Pablo also asked me to be his best man. He finally married my mother a couple weeks after Dad's wedding. The day I picked Pablo up for the drive to the church, he insisted with a grin that we should stop at the gas station for some servicing before the service. The station attendant just grinned at his most regular customers and handed us the key to the employee's rest room. Larry's wife, Mary, got pregnant almost the first time she let him fuck her again. He didn't mind so much the second time around, since he'd discovered enough men in town to help fulfill his needs when the urge struck. He definitely spent a lot more time with his uncle and dad. Mr. Warner offered me a summer job at the barber shop, but I declined. I preferred the freedom to cum and go whenever I needed. He was disappointed, but that didn't prevent him from keeping me very satisfied as a regular customer with the best shaves in town. I never did have to decide between Adam and Owen. That decision was taken out of my hands. After Adam and I returned to school, Owen apparently became a regular visitor at the Crow household, whenever Mr. Crow needed some work done or Owen needed his ass done. The visits didn't end when Adam came home for the summer. If anything, they increased. Still, I was a bit surprised when Adam and Owen came to me together to confess that they were in love and were going to get married after Adam finished college. After the initial shock, I was happy for them. Really happy, especially when they also informed me that they both wanted me to keep fucking with them and with Mr. Crow. I think I envied that threesome more than I felt jealous of either Adam or Owen. As for me, I just continued to enjoy all the sex I could get, wherever and whenever I could get it. And I did keep finding new places and new people to satisfy that itch, although the local barber shop was always the first stop whenever I visited a new town. So, it's probably no surprise that when I did finally settle down, it was with my very own barber. I knew he was the one when I walked into his shop and asked him to shave my head and he asked without a pause, "Which one?" THE END ------------------- 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! You can check out my other stories at www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads