Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2018 22:07:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Barber Shop Teddy, Part 9 (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 9 Dad and I stood in the kitchen, each holding one end of a breakfast tray. The tray was filled with a plate of bacon and eggs and a fresh cup of coffee. Our other hands were filled with our hard cocks. Dad's bathrobe was hanging open to show off that hot and hairy body of his. I didn't have a stitch on. "This is so nasty," Dad laughed, but he didn't slow his jacking motion. "But hot," I said, beating my own meat eagerly. I was talking about what we had planned but also about watching my dad pump his meat. The first beads of precum glistened on the tip of his cock. "True enough," he agreed. "I never thought a few short days ago that I would ever be doing anything like this with my own dad," I chuckled. "I know I'm glad your mom kicked you out," Dad said, giving me a wink. "I can't believe you stood it so long," I said. "Well, to be fair," Dad replied, still stroking that delicious-looking cock of his, "behind that ice-queen exterior, she's a boiling volcano." "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" I laughed, releasing my cock to play with my balls for a little while. "Your prim and proper mother is a slut in bed," he panted. "Dad!" "She enjoyed riding this here cock even more than you do," he laughed. "Ewwww! You're gonna make me go soft," I complained. "She never liked it up the ass like you do, though," Dad grunted, pumping his cock faster. "Again, Dad, Ewwww!" My cock really had started to soften at the unpleasant pictures Dad had put in my head. "Sorry, Son," Dad huffed, "just imagine your lips slipping around this shaft and your daddy pumping his meat into your mouth." "That's better," I laughed, releasing my balls and stroking my cock again as it stiffened. "With Daddy eager to feed you his baby batter." "That's more like it," I moaned, speeding up my jacking motions even more. "You like Daddy's jizz, Boy?" he panted. "Fuck yeah," I growled, feeling my balls tightening up. "Oh god, I wish I was fucking your mouth right now!" Dad growled. "Oh god, me too," I panted, jacking faster and faster. "Oh fuck," I grunted as my knees almost buckled. "Don't drop the tray!" Dad grunted as the dishes rattled. "I'm gonna shoot, Dad," I warned him. "Then do it, Teddy! Shoot your load for Daddy!" "FUCK!" I roared through gritted teeth as my cock erupted. "OH FUCK!" I growled as white seed shot from my dick and splattered across the eggs and bacon. "FUCK!" I grunted as a load of my cum hit the coffee and sank into it. "FUCK!" Dad echoed. I looked from my own spewing cock just in time to see the first load of cream blast from Dad's dick and splash in the coffee. "OH, TEDDY!" he moan, his voice unsteady as another shot of cum flew into the coffee. "FUCK, DAD," I moaned as I shot more streaks of jizz across the bacon and eggs. "I LOVE YOU, SON," Dad grunted as he redirected his cock and blasted his own load across the food, streaking it with glistening cum. The dishes rattled some more as we both tried to control our gyrating bodies and not drop the tray. Coffee splashed into the saucer. Cum ran down the inside and the outside of the cup. "I hope Owen appreciates this," Dad puffed. "Damn straight I will," Owen laughed as he stepped into the kitchen and saw the breakfast we had just finished preparing. "But first, I'll help you with the cleanup." Owen took our cocks, one in each hand, and leaned down to suck us clean. He started with me, eagerly sucking out the last drops being pushed up from my balls. He switched to suck out Dad's last load. He switched back and licked my cock clean. He switched again and licked Dad's cock clean. "That's what I call a considerate guest," Dad panted as he caught his breath. "Definitely," I agreed. "Mmmm," Owen sighed, licking his lips as he straightened up. "Now I really am hungry." "It's all yours," Dad said. "Thanks, but what about you guys?" Owen asked as he took the tray from us. "There's plenty for all," Dad said, tying his bathrobe shut and nodding toward his and my plates of cum-free eggs and bacon on the counter. "The Dodge Breakfast Supreme is the house special, just for you," I laughed. "Works for me," Owen said as he took the tray and headed to the dining table. "Here you go, Son," Dad said, handing me a plate of food and a mug of coffee. "Thanks, Dad, for everything," I smiled as I took the plate and mug from him and headed off after Owen. "My pleasure," Dad laughed. "Best fucking breakfast I ever had," Owen said as I sat down at the table with him. He was shoveling the cum-covered food into his mouth like he was a starving man. "Don't forget the coffee," I said. "With lots of cream," Dad said, sitting down with us. Owen took a gulp of the warm coffee and then licked the cum from the side of the cup. "You gotta give me the recipe," he laughed. "Just take a cup of coffee..." I started. "And two horny men," Dad finished. "Mmmmm," Owen moaned as he gulped down the rest of his coffee. He held the cup up in the air for a while, so all the cum that had sunk to the bottom drained into his mouth. Dad and I laughed as Owen then eagerly devoured the rest of his cummy breakfast. When he'd finished, he said, "Pardon my manners." He then picked up the plate and licked it clean, again and again to make sure it was spotless and cumless. "I like a man with a healthy appetite," Dad laughed. "Me too," I agreed. "Well," Owen muttered as he looked at his watch, "I'd like to set my appetite on your cocks to thank you, but I've gotta get to work. "Me too," Dad said. My phone, which was on the kitchen counter, started to buzz. I jumped up and dashed for it with my cock slapping back and forth between my thighs. I almost didn't answer when I saw it was Mom calling, but if she was finally going to take the first step, I figured I had to meet her halfway. "Shhhh, it's Mom," I said before swiping the phone to answer. "Morning, Mom," I said casually. "Not much. Yeah it's been good. Almost sorry to go back to college on Sunday. Uh, I'm not sure. Well, okay. Yeah, I'll be there. Later." "What was that all about?" Dad asked, casually drinking his cream-free coffee. "Mom wants me to go there for dinner tonight. Wants me to meet her boyfriend." "Must be serious," Owen observed. "Poor fucker," Dad muttered as he drank more of his coffee. "At least she wants to introduce me. That's more than you've done with your pussy date." I laughed to cover up the slight resentment that spilled through with the comment. "We're not at the 'meet the kids' stage," Dad replied. "Wanna make sure her pussy has staying power first," he laughed. "Well, Mom is apparently at that stage. Meeting the kids, not the pussy power." "Or maybe she's already proven that to his satisfaction," Dad laughed. "Dad!" "I told you what she's like in bed," Dad reminded me. "Something I would much rather forget, if you don't mind," I laughed. "Okay, sorry to eat your cum and run," Owen said as he stood up, "but I really do have to get to work." "Me too," Dad repeated before dashing off to the bedroom. I walked Owen to the door. Before he opened it, he turned to face me, looked my naked body up and down, and then took my cock in his hand. It started to grow as he tightened his fist around it and pulled me close. "Thanks for breakfast," he whispered before leaning forward for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight as I tasted the cum flavors that still lingered in his mouth. "Our pleasure," I whispered as we ended the kiss. "Mine too," he assured me, giving my growing cock a few strokes. "Mine too." He gave me a quick final peck on the lips and then rushed out the door. "Mine too," I echoed as I closed the door behind him. As I turned to go back into the apartment, I scratched my balls. The bristles I felt in my crotch, and confirmed on my head, told me that it was definitely time for another trip to the barber shop. ***** "Mmmmm, that feels nice," I sighed as Mr. Warner massaged the warm shaving cream into my bristly scalp. Mr. Warner leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'd rather have you massaging my head." "Which one?" I whispered back. Mr. Warner gave his waiting customers a quick glance and whispered, "The one I wish was up your ass right now." I looked over at the two other customers: a large black man and a beefy Mexican. The black man had pushed his way into the barber shop right behind me before I could lock the door, and the Mexican had followed on his heels. Mr. Warner had tried to tell them that he was closing for lunch, but they both insisted they would wait. The black man had said that he was leaving on vacation in a few hours and his wife insisted he get a haircut first. The Mexican had said that he had an important date for the evening and had to look his best. They were both playing with their phones as Mr. Warner shaved my head. "I guess the other shave will have to wait," I said softly. "Come back after I close, and I'll take care of you," Mr. Warner assured me. "Unfortunately, my mom's expecting me for dinner, and she wants me there early." "Oh," Mr. Warner replied with obvious disappointment. "Maybe tomorrow?" "I'll see," I said noncommittally. As Mr. Warner finally started to shave my scalp, I looked in the mirror at the other customers again. The black man in particular attracted my attention. I couldn't help noticing the pronounced bulge in the crotch of his pants. Pants tend to bunch up when a guy sits down, but it looked like more than just that. Finally, I just came out with it. "Is it true what they say about black dicks?" "Teddy!" Mr. Warner hissed. The Mexican glanced nervously between me and the black man. The black man looked at me seriously for a moment, and then a grin spread across his face. "It is in my case," he finally assured me before looking back down at his phone. "Stop it, Teddy," Mr. Warner whispered. I ignored him and said, "Is it too big for your wife to handle?" "She's never complained," the black man replied. "I'll bet not," I replied. I remained silent for a while after that as Mr. Warner continued to work on my head. My cock stirred in my jeans as the sharp blade slid across my scalp, making it as smooth as a baby's bottom again. Although my cock was trying to distract me, I did notice the black man giving me furtive glances of appraisal in the mirror. Mr. Warner gave my scalp a wipe with a towel and then began to massage some sort of fragrant lotion into my skin. He then gave me a light dusting of powder before whisking it all away. "There you go, Teddy, all done," he said as he undid the barber bib and took it off of me. "It's now or never," I whispered to myself, as I glanced into the mirror. The Mexican didn't look up, but the black man looked up and right into my eyes. "Not quite, Mr. Warner," I replied, quickly lifting my hips and shoving my jeans and underwear down my thighs to expose my cock. "Teddy," Mr. Warner growled. "I need my crotch shaved too," I said. "See, it's getting all bristly too," I added, gripping my hardon and juggling my balls to show off the stubble. "A joke's a joke, Teddy," Mr. Warner laughed nervously. "We can wait," the black man said, still looking me in the eye and adjusting the growing mound in his own crotch. I glanced over at the Mexican, who was just staring at the scene with a look of complete surprise on his face. "Better get started," I said to Mr. Warner as I released my cock and balls. "Don't want to keep your customers waiting." "I'll get you for this," he hissed as he turned to fill his palm with shaving cream. "Oh yeah," I moaned as Mr. Warner began to rub the shaving cream on my balls. "Feel free to move my dick all you want." Mr. Warner gripped my shaft firmly. It was probably supposed to be a punishment, but it felt so good. "Oh yeah, that's it," I sighed, gently thrusting my rod in his hand. "Stop it, Teddy," Mr. Warner growled. "Looks like you're a horny little bastard," the black man laughed. "Guilty as charged," I said with a grin. "No wonder you were curious about this," the black man said, groping his package. "Never seen one before," I replied. "We'll have to do something about that," the black man said, unzipping. "Yes, please," I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement. "This might take a while," the man chuckled as he reached in the front of his trousers and pulled out the head of his black cock. Slowly, he continued revealing inch after inch of thick black shaft. I licked my lips as he stretched it down the inside thigh of his trousers. Longer and longer. "Can I feel it?" I asked. "He does like to be petted," the man chuckled. "Just don't blame him if he gets too excited," he added as he stood up and walked over to my chair with his long black snake swinging between his thighs. "Nice," I whispered as the black man lifted his cock and laid the warm, soft flesh across my outstretched palms. "Fuck," I hissed as I curled my fingers around it and discovered it was too big around to grip in one hand. "Is that a request?" he asked as his meat began to stiffen in my grip. It grew another inch or so, but mainly, it just got harder. I was actually relieved by that, since I wasn't sure if he was serious about fucking me with it or not. He could definitely give Mr. Crow's cock a run for its money, or its cum. "Maybe if I had a cock to open me up for it first," I said, glancing down at Mr. Warner, who was shaving my crotch with an excited, shaking hand. "Two would probably be better, though," I said, glancing into the mirror at the Mexican, who was watching the scene with his mouth hanging open. "That's it, Teddy," Mr. Warner said as he finished shaving my crotch and wiped off the excess shaving cream. "Don't forget the lotion and powder," I smiled. "Oh yeah," I sighed when Mr. Warner worked lotion into my smooth crotch and balls and then gave my shaft a few slow strokes. The black man slowly slid his shaft between my curled fingers as he watched Mr. Warner put the finishing touches on the shaving job. "You gonna fuck this boy's ass?" the man finally growled. "Now look here," Mr. Warner objected as he stood up with as much dignity as he could muster. "I sure hope so," I interrupted, quickly standing up and shoving my jeans and underwear down. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my jeans. "Lube me up," I added, leaning over with my hands on the arms of the chair for support. "Are you sure about this, Teddy?" Mr. Warner asked. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mr. Warner glancing nervously at the Mexican, who was still sitting with his mouth open. "What's your name?" I asked, looking at the Mexican. "Pablo," he muttered. "Well, Pablo," I said, "do you have any objection to me getting fucked by these two gentlemen?" Pablo looked nervously between Mr. Warner and the black man before muttering, "No." "Good," I replied. "Then lock the door and feel free to join in." Pablo darted quickly to the front door and locked hit. He then stood with his back against it and watched the scene. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Warner? Lube me up." "Whatever you want, Teddy," Mr. Warner muttered. While I waited for Mr. Warner to prep me, I looked up and down between the black man's dick and his face. "And what's your name?" I finally asked. "You can call me 'Blackie,'" he chuckled, slapping my face with his dick. First one cheek and then the other. And again. Harder. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the rhythmic dong-slaps. I began to moan every time that black flesh smacked against my face. The cock got harder. The slaps got harder. "You like that black dick, white boy?" he growled. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "I love it." "Then suck it," he ordered as the head came to rest on my lower lip with my mouth hanging open. "Relax, Teddy," Mr. Warner said, right before I felt his lubed fingers slip between my butt cheeks in search of my hungry hole. "Yeah, relax, Teddy," Blackie growled as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth and started sliding the shaft over my lips. It wasn't as fat as Mr. Crow's cock had been, so it went into my mouth more easily, but it was definitely longer and reached the back of my throat with more shaft still to come. Blackie stopped pushing and I began slowly bobbing my mouth up and down the glistening shaft as Mr. Warner filled my ass with lube and fingers. In and out. Stretching me. Relaxing me. I heard a zipper behind me. I was sure that Mr. Warner was fishing his cock out of his pants with one hand while he continued finger-fucking me with the other. "Relax, Teddy," he hissed. I could feel the head of his cock slipping between my butt cheeks in search of my asshole, which was still filled with fingers. "Damn glad I decided to try a new barber shop today," Blackie laughed. "Me too," whispered the entranced Mexican. Pablo was still standing by the locked door, but I'd always had good hearing. His comment made me smile, well smile as much as I could with my mouth full of black dick. I felt Mr. Warner pushing his cock forward as he slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass. I could feel my ring stretching as my ass tried to accommodate the exiting fingers and the entering cock. I moaned as Mr. Warner's cock began to fill my ass and he gripped my hips firmly. "Oh fuck," Mr. Warner groaned as his rigid staff was engulfed by my warm, velvety hole. "That's the idea," Blackie laughed as he started fucking my mouth. I'd paused my sucking while Mr. Warner entered me, but Blackie wasn't waiting. Slowly but insistently, he fucked more cock in and out of my mouth. Pressing the head into my throat with every thrust. I just moaned as two cocks filled me. Mr. Warner fucking my ass. Blackie fucking my mouth. Mr. Warner gripping my hips. Blackie gripping my head. Both ramming into me. Both pulling out. They panted and grunted. Again and again. "This white boy has one nice fucking mouth," Blackie moaned. "Wait till you try his ass," Mr. Warner grunted, no longer inhibited by fucking me in front of or along with his customers. "Just as soon as you get him stretched and filled with cream," Blackie panted. "You wanna fuck him with my cum inside him," Mr. Warner asked. He was so startled that he almost stopped fucking me. "The creamier the ass, the smoother the ride," Blackie assured him. Blackie's strokes became more urgent and forceful. I tried to relax my throat as much as possible. He forced his dick in. Deeper and deeper. Filling my throat. Plunging down my throat. Gagging me. "Relax, boy, you can handle it." "Mmmmmppphhhhh!" I roared when I suddenly felt my own hardon engulf by a warm wetness. The surprised scream opened my throat even wider and Blackie filled it with more cock. Mr. Warner continued ramming his cock up my ass, so the only explanation for the wetness was that Pablo had joined the action and was sucking my cock. "Mmmmmppphhhhh!" I roared again as the three men made me feel like I was in heaven. "Nice of you to join us, Pablo," Blackie chuckled. "OH FUCK!" Mr. Warner growled between gritted teeth. "So soon?" Blackie laughed. "You don't know what this boy's ass does to me," Mr. Warner panted. "SHIT, SON! I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I could feel the pulsing cock spraying my insides with jizz. Ram. Shoot. Fuck. Pant. Quiver. "FUCK!" Grinding his crotch against my ass. Filling my butt with cream. Pushing it deeper into me. Fingernails digging into my hips. "OOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" Mr. Warner moaned as his body finally began to relax. "Nice one," Blackie said. Pablo just sucked my dick more urgently, as if he was wishing Mr. Warner was shooting cum into his mouth instead of my ass. "Thanks, Teddy," Mr. Warner sighed as he pulled his spent cock out of my ass. I let out a moan when the head popped free and left me empty with cum drizzling out of my ass and down my inner thighs. "You gonna fuck him, Pablo?" Blackie called cordially. Without a word, Pablo pulled his mouth off of my cock and quickly got into position behind me. Just as quickly, he was thrusting his hard cock into my cum-filled hole. No slow buildup. Pablo was in a hurry. He went from zero to sixty in nothing flat. Slamming his cock into my butt. Driving my mouth forward onto Blackie's cock. Pablo's cock felt a little bigger than Mr. Warner's, but I didn't think it was doing any more to prepare me for Blackie's cock than Mr. Warner's had. "That's it! Fuck that white boy's ass, Papi!" Blackie grunted as he tried to match Pablo's eager fuck pace. "You like that, boy?" Blackie asked, finally pulling his dick all the way out of my mouth. "Oh yeah," I panted. Enjoying the fuck. Trying to get my breath. "Fuck me, Papi!" I said, repeating Blackie's name for Pablo without even thinking about it. "Harder, Papi, harder," I begged. "Ah, mijo," Pablo panted as he fucked my ass. I don't know whether it was the "papi" thing or me begging to get fucked harder, but whichever it was, it really turned him on. "Harder, Papi, harder!" I begged again, grinning up at Blackie. "Damn, boy," Blackie muttered as he started dick-slapping me again. "You've had your white meat. You're getting your brown meat. But you know you really want this black meat." He let his dick come to rest on my lips again, and I lapped up the precum oozing out of it. "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice," he chuckled. "AH, MIJO!" roared Pablo as he pumped his cock harder and deeper into me. "That's it," Blackie growled, "fill that ass with cum, Pablo." "AY! AY! AY!" Pablo grunted with every thrust. With every contraction of his balls. With every throb of his cock. With every shot of his cream up my ass. "Yes, Papi, yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as Pablo fucked deeper, shot more jizz, grunted his pleasure. "I need all the cum I can get up my ass if I'm going to take Blackie." "Ah, mijo," Pablo finally sighed, coming to rest with his spent dick still deep inside of me and his empty balls pressed against my ass. "Gracias," he whispered as he finally began to pull his meat out of my butt. "Time for the main event," Blackie laughed. He gave me a couple more dick-slaps. "Ugh," I grunted when Pablo's head popped out. "I think I'm ready," I panted, still trying to recover from the first two fucks and the throat attack. I looked around quickly and saw Mr. Warner standing next to the door into the backroom. Pablo tucked his junk back in his trousers and sat back down on a chair to wait. It was as if nothing had happened, except he was still breathing heavily from the unexpected exertion of fucking my ass. "Once you go black, there's no going back," Blackie chuckled. "We'll see about that," I replied as I felt the head of his cock pressing at my cum-leaking back door. "FUCK!" I roared when he suddenly just rammed the head through my resistance and buried it inside my ass. Deeper and deeper and deeper in one smooth motion. Filling my ass with black cock. Stretching my ass with black cock. "FUCK!" I roared again when the invasion seemed to be never ending. "You can take it," Blackie growled. "Take it easy," Mr. Warner warned. "I CAN TAKE IT!" I bellowed. After the initial surprise and pain, I was loving it. I wanted more. I wanted it all. "Fuck me, Blackie," I grunted as the invasion slowed. My ass felt fuller than it ever had been before. I'd never had anything so far inside me before. And I liked it! "Fuck me, Blackie," I repeated in a soft, begging tone. "Count on it, boy," he chuckled as he started slowly pulling out. "Ugh," I grunted when he stopped about halfway out and slammed it back in. "You like my big black cock, boy?" "Oh yeah," I moaned as he pulled out again. "I thought so." "Ugh," I grunted again when he slammed it back into me. "Oh god," I moaned. "You're gonna be begging for god's salvation before I'm through with you," Blackie growled. "Oh god yes," I moaned as Blackie gradually increased his rate of fucking. Still pulling only halfway out and then slamming it all back up my ass. Gaining speed. Gaining power. Ramming my ass. Drilling my ass. Pounding my ass. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. Reaching places cocks had never reached before. "Damn," Mr. Warner whispered. I glanced over and saw that he had his cock out again and was stroking it as Blackie fucked me with more urgency. I glanced at Pablo and saw that he'd pulled his cock out again and was stroking it as well. "Feed me, guys," I grunted between hard thrusts of black cock up my ass. "Mr. Warner. Pablo. Please." "Guess my dick isn't quite making it up to his mouth," Blackie chuckled. "Better do as he begs, boys." Mr. Warner and Pablo stepped up to the chair, their thighs pressing against the backs of my hands as I gripped the arm rests. Their leaking cocks were pointed at either side of my face. I turned my head and swallowed Mr. Warner's dick for a few sucks. Then I pulled off and turned to suck Pablo's cock for a while. Back and forth. Back and forth. Never letting either feel neglected. "Where did you find this horny bastard?" Blackie grunted as drilled me a new ass. "I've known him since he was a boy," Mr. Warner replied honestly. "You sick fuck," Blackie growled. "Oh, no!" Mr. Warner objected. He obviously got the implication and was shocked. "I've only... We've only... Just this week." "Better late than never," Blackie laughed. "You guys did a nice job of creaming him up inside. Thanks." "Our pleasure," Mr. Warner laughed, relaxing again. "Oh, Teddy," he moaned as I sucked eagerly on his cock. I think I was hornier than I'd ever been before, if that was possible. I wanted more cock. I wanted more cum. I wanted it all. I sucked eagerly on Mr. Warner and then Pablo and then Mr. Warner. Sucking more hungrily. Switching back and forth more quickly. "I love breeding horny white boy ass," Blackie growled. "Are you close?" Mr. Warner hissed. "Ready when you are," Blackie grunted, fucking me faster but with more shallow strokes. "I'm close," Mr. Warner grunted as I sucked his throbbing dick. "Give him a double facial," Blackie ordered. I let Mr. Warner's dick slip from between my lips and then said, "Yes, please!" I began swinging my head left and right, wondering which would shoot first. Mr. Warner or Pablo? "What do you want, boy?" Blackie growled. "Cum! Cum! In me. On me. My mouth. My face. My ass! PLEASE!" "I don't know about your mouth and face, but your ass is about to get its first load of black juice," Blackie grunted between thrusts. "YES!" I yelled, seeing Mr. Warner and Pablo speeding up their jerking motions. Working their cocks. Swiftly. Eagerly. "CREAMING YOUR WHITE BOY ASS!" Blackie bellowed as he thrust his throbbing cock into me and began to add his cum to the rest of the cum that was coating my insides. "YES!" I yelled again, trying to slam my ass back onto the spewing black cock inside me. "FUCKING! CUMMING! YOUR ASS!" Blackie grunted as his big, black berries emptied their juice into me. "Oh shit," Mr. Warner panted softly only an instant before I felt streaks of his cum begin to splatter across my cheek. I turned my head and opened my mouth so he could shoot onto my tongue. "AY!" Pablo yelled moments before I felt his seed creaming the back of my smooth scalp. I turned my head in his direction and was rewarded with more cum flying into my mouth. "You fucking dirty bastard," Blackie chuckled as he leaned forward, reached around, grabbed my own throbbing cock, and began stroking it rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes," I panted as my muscles contracted and I turned my head back and forth to suck the oozing remains out of Mr. Warner's cock and Pablo's dick. Back and forth. Cum dripping down my cheeks. Blackie jacking me faster and faster. "YES!" I finally yelled as my ass gripped Blackie's dick and my own cock began spewing jizz all over the barber chair. "Faster, Blackie, Faster," I grunted between shooting my creamy loads. "I'm definitely switching barbers," Blackie laughed when his continuing strokes of my cock began to cause shudders more than moans. "I'll definitely be back for the summer," I panted. "Good to know," Blackie said as he slowly pulled his big black cock out of me. "Oh yeah," he moaned when it finally popped free. I spun around and quickly began sucking it clean. "Definitely good to know." ***** After Blackie and Pablo made themselves presentable and left, Mr. Warner began cleaning up the mess my cock had made. "You're gonna get us into trouble," he said with slight annoyance now that the horniness had worn off. "Sorry," I said, "I just couldn't resist the chance at my first black cock. I definitely would have dialed it back if they hadn't been interested. "Just the same," Mr. Warner replied without looking at me, "I think we should put an end to this now." "Are you serious?" I asked with disappointment. "I don't know how I let things get so out of hand," Mr. Warner said, still not looking at me. "Well, at least you haven't fucked Larry, yet, so things aren't completely out of hand," I laughed. "Teddy! How can you even suggest such a thing?" "Because I know Larry." "That's not funny, Teddy." "All I'm saying is that I think the two of you should have a nice long horny talk sometime." "Men don't have sex with their own sons!" Mr. Warner was definitely shocked. "That's what you think," I said mysteriously before I turned and left the shop. ***** "Where have you been?!" my mother yelled at me when I finally walked through the front door of my childhood home. Rather than tell her that I'd just been fucked by three men at the barber shop, I said, "I was hot and sweaty from running around all afternoon and didn't want to offend your boyfriend, so I went back to Dad's for a shower." "I supposed that was the right choice, but still, I expected you more than an hour ago. He'll be here at any minute." "What's the big fuss?" I asked, getting slightly annoyed. "It's just dinner." "Well," Mom started nervously, "I wasn't going to tell you, but this is more than just a dinner. It's an engagement dinner." "What?" That came out of left field. "I wanted you two to meet before I made up my mind, but if you don't object, I'm going to get married again." "Whatever makes you happy," I said. I meant it and gave her a hug to confirm it just as the doorbell rang. "That's him!" She gave herself a quick look in the mirror, straightened her hair, and rushed to the door. I followed her. She paused and then she opened the door. "Pablo! Right on time." She stepped aside and I looked right at the Mexican who, that very afternoon, had fucked my ass and shot a second load all over my face. "This is my son, Teddy." I think Pablo and I were both in shock. Mom obviously had no idea what the problem was. "Say hello," she ordered under her breath. "Hello, Pablo," I said, holding out my hand. "Or should I call you 'Papi'?" I asked with a mischievous grin. "Mom told me the great news. Congratulations." Pablo took my hand and said, "Gracias." After a gentle squeeze of my hand and a conspiratorial grin of his own, he added, "Mijo." "What a relief," Mom sighed. "I knew you two would hit it off right away." "Definitely," I agreed. A buzzer went off in the kitchen. "I'd better get back to the food," Mom said. "Teddy, get Pablo a drink," she called back over her shoulder. "I'll get him whatever he wants," I assured her as she disappeared. "I want more of what I had this afternoon," Pablo confirmed. "Me too, Papi. Me too," I said, reaching out and casually feeling the growing bulge in his pants. "You want to give me a ride back to Dad's later? Or maybe to your place?" "Wherever you want to go, mijo." "Down. I want to go down right now, Papi," I replied, gripping his stiffening cock. "Perhaps I should wash my hands before dinner." "I'll show you where the bathroom is," I replied with a grin, knowing that when the three of us eventually sat down to dinner, my belly was already going to have a fresh Mexican cum appetizer in it. ------------------- 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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