Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 21:01:19 -0700 From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Fathers, Fathers, Everywhere (gay/incest) First off, don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Second, this is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... FATHERS, FATHERS, EVERYWHERE "Do you mind if I invite Father Bernard?" Porter asked as he stood looking out of my bedroom window. "Are you serious?" Larry almost spilled his drink as he struggled to sit up on my bed. "He's hot." "Are you positive he'll be interested?" I asked, turning from my desk to look at Porter. "My ass can guarantee it," Porter replied. "You've gotta tell us all about it!" Larry said eagerly as he tugged at his jeans to adjust his hardening dick. "First things first," I interrupted. "We've got to get this Father's Day party organized. And if we're going to invite Father Bernard, then we definitely have to invite Reverend Hay." "Sounds good to me," Porter agreed. "Oh yeah," Larry agreed. I scanned down the proposed guest list and spotted the obvious problem. "Unfortunately, that will leave us outnumbered, nine to seven." "What do you mean?" Larry asked. "Well," I glancing through the list again, "along with Father Bernard and Reverend Hay, we've got our three dads, my grandpa, Mr. Wilson, Henry Fisher, and Coach Jackson. That's nine." "I'm sure we can handle them," Larry laughed. "Yeah, but we've gotta have even numbers for our plan to work," I reminded him. "Maybe you missed someone on our side," Porter suggested. "I don't think so." I looked at the list one more time. "There's the three of us, Johnny Jackson, Bob Piper, James Flower, and Jose Martinez." "Bob Piper?" Larry asked with surprise. "Yeah, we fucked around after his team beat us at State," I said. "Oh really?" Porter asked with mock surprise. "You should have seen him devour that big black cock of Coach's," I laughed. "He's no amateur cocksucker." "So you're competitors off the court too," Larry observed. "Back to the list," I said, trying to keep us on track. "Do you know any other guys our age who like cock?" "I'm sure I can scout up another couple guys," Larry bragged. "I don't think we need them," Porter said thoughtfully. "From what I know about Mr. Wilson, he would be glad to help out our side for one night." "And most of the dads have already fucked him at one time or another," I agreed. "So, I'm sure they wouldn't mind." "Let's call him and see if he's up for it," Larry said. "Yeah, let's get this fucking show on the road," Porter agreed. ***** As it turned out, we didn't need Mr. Wilson on our side after all. When we told Johnny Jackson about the plan at the next meeting, also held in my bedroom, Johnny wanted us to include his cousin Franky, who was staying with Coach's family for the summer. "You're sure he plays?" Larry asked. "Yeah," Johnny replied. "I kinda figured it out when I walked in on him with Dad's cock up his ass and a smile on his face." "Okay," I agreed. "That makes it eight to nine." "Nine to nine," Johnny corrected me. "What do you mean?" I asked with surprise. "You said Bob Piper is coming?" Johnny asked. "Yeah," Porter confirmed. "Well, I'm sure he could convince his buddy Roy Tomkins to join us," Johnny said. "And if not, I'm sure I could. He's got a thing for black cock." "Why didn't you say so sooner?" I laughed. "Okay, you get him on board, and we're all set. Now, which of you wants to get fucked this afternoon?" "I'd rather fuck you," Porter said quickly. "Me too," Johnny agreed. "Sounds good to me," Larry laughed. "Oh well, what the fuck," I said, stripping off my clothes and getting on my hands and knees in the middle of my bed. "I'm open for business." "Get in line, fellas," Porter said, frantically throwing off his clothes. He grabbed my lube from the nightstand, climbed on the bed behind me, and began to lube up my asshole. "Hey, Larry," I called over my shoulder, "why don't you start sucking Johnny's cock so he's nice and hard when Porter gets finished?" "I don't think that's gonna be a problem," Johnny laughed. "Let's make sure," Larry said, and I could hear them getting out of their clothes. "On your knees," Johnny ordered. "It might not be as big as my dad's, but it should still be a good mouthful for you. "Oh yeah," Larry sighed before his voice was replaced with loud sucking noises. "That's it," Johnny groaned, so I knew Larry was well on his way to having Johnny's cock ready for my ass. "Better hurry up, Porter," I said, "before Larry gets Johnny going so fast that he takes your ass instead of mine." "Just worry about your own ass," Porter laughed as he began pressing his cock head against my greased pucker. "Oh yeah," I sighed, all kidding gone. "Fuck me, Porter." "Fuck yeah," Porter groaned as his cock popped into my ass. "Damn, Davey, fucking your ass always feels like the first time." "I hope you still think so in twenty years," I said softly. I regretted the comment immediately when Porter suddenly stopped driving his cock deep into my rear. "Are you serious?" he asked in a whisper. I looked over my shoulder, and our eyes locked. From the noises coming from the other side of the room, I knew Larry and Johnny were too wrapped up in their own pleasure to be listening to us. "Are you?" I asked. "For the long haul?" Porter said. I gulped at the edge of no return. "Yes," I said. "I want to be with you for the long haul if you want to be with me." Porter paused for the briefest of moments before he pulled his cock out of my ass and flipped me over on my back. He threw himself down on top of me and knocked the wind out of me. His face was only inches from mine. I lifted my upper body slightly so he could wrap his arms under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you serious? Really serious?" he asked. "I've never been more serious in my life," I replied. "I love you and want to be with you forever." "Me too, Davey," he said. "Me too." Porter began laughing and kissing me all over the face and throat. "I love you." "So I feel," I finally laughed, flexing my hips to press my hard cock firmly against Porter's slimy cock. "I love you," Porter repeated softly before pressing his soft lips against mine. My skin tingled at the first sensuous touch, and my hands began to roam all over Porter's back. The quick fuck had turned into slow passion. "Why don't we go to your house, Larry, and leave these lovebirds alone," Johnny suggested. Porter and I broke our kiss with a laugh and turned our heads to see Johnny and Larry watching us. "Sorry, fellas," Porter said, "he's all mine today. You'll have to use his ass some other time." "No problem," Larry said as he grabbed up his clothes. "Come on, Johnny. If we're lucky, my dad will be home from work already, and we can get a jump on Father's Day." "Sounds good too me," Johnny agreed as he started gathering up his own clothes. Porter and I returned to our kissing, and I barely noticed when my bedroom door opened and closed to signal the departure of Larry and Johnny. Finally, though, I stopped and looked Porter in the eye. "Do you want to be exclusive now?" "Do you?" "I asked first," I managed to laugh, but I was nervous about the answer. "I want to fuck you all the time," Porter said tentatively, "but I like fucking around with other guys too. No, that's not exactly it. I want to fuck around with them, but I want to make love with you every chance I can get." "That's exactly how I feel," I agreed. "I want to make love with only you, but I want to have fun fucking with our dads and friends." "Then that's what we'll do," Porter agreed. "Good," I said with barely concealed relief. "But sometimes you can just fuck me too," I added with a laugh. "Like right now. I really need a good hard fuck." "You've got it," Porter laughed. He lifted his weight off of me, flipped me over, and rammed his cock home where it belonged. "Oh yeah, fuck me, Porter," I groaned as he began pounding his throbbing cock deep and hard into my quivering asshole. "Seal our agreement by filling my ass with your hot cum." Several minutes later, Porter did just that. "I'm sealing the deal, Davey. I'm sealing the deal," he groaned as he thrust his cock deep into me and I clamped my ass around the pulsing shaft. "Take my cum," Porter hissed between clenched teeth. "Every drop," I replied. "Give me your cum." "I'm cumming," Porter gasped as his seed poured out of his cock and into my ass. His body trembled in ecstasy, and then he collapsed on top of me with a huge exhale. "That's a lot more fun that just sealing a deal with a handshake." "You're fucking telling me," Porter gasped. "Damn," he said as he rolled me on my side and pulled my chest toward his chest, "I love you so much." "I love you too," I said, gently running my hand over his cheek. I leaned my head forward for a kiss, and we quickly lost track of time. ***** I had to let Dad in on the party plan, so he could help me get Mom out of the house on Father's Day. She objected, saying that she wanted to spend the day with us. However, Dad convinced her that the best present she could give him was to go have a fun long weekend with her mother, so we men folk didn't have to worry about our manners for a couple days. He even managed to get me out of going to church! As soon as Mom left the house, I grabbed dad in a bear hug and gave him a long, passionate kiss. I could feel his cock stiffening and pressing against my crotch as his hands fondled my ass cheeks. When he finally broke the kiss and gasped for air, I said, "Happy Father's Day!" "Then get busy making your father happy," Dad laughed as he tried to launch another kissing session while grinding his cock against mine, which I couldn't keep from stiffening as well. It definitely had a mind of my own. "You'd better save something for later," I laughed, struggling to break free from his grasp. "Damn later," Dad muttered as I twisted around, broke free, and ran. Dad caught up to me in the living room and stopped me with a flying tackle. We crashed onto the sofa, and it skidded at least a foot across the floor. Dad's cock pressed against my ass as he nibbled hungrily on the back of my neck. "Stop it!" I laughed as I continued to struggle. All I managed to accomplish was twisting over onto my back. "We've got too much to do," I protested as I was overcome by a fit of giggles. "We sure do," Dad agreed as he inched forward to sit on my chest and use his knees to pin my shoulders to the sofa. "So we'd better get started," he puffed as he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. I couldn't help licking my lips as Dad's stiff cock bounced up and down and back and forth in my face. "A little help here," I laughed, since he had me completely pinned and motionless. "You've got it." Dad grabbed his cock and directed it over my lips and into my mouth. "Mmmm," I sighed as Dad pumped his cock into my grasping throat. "Get it good and slick," Dad advised as he reached behind his hips and undid my jeans. I groaned as he released my cock into the cool air. When that mission was accomplished, Dad leaned forward, planted his hands on the arm of the sofa, and began fucking his dick down my throat with uncontrolled passion. The shifting of Dad's weight released my arms and hands enough that I could take control of my own cock and balls. I began to use one hand to stroke my dick in time with Dad's thrusts, and I used the other to squeeze and pull on my balls. I groaned with pleasure. "That should be wet enough," Dad said as he sat back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Flip over," he ordered. "Well, be quick about it," I laughed as I twisted underneath him. "We do have guests coming." "Not before I cum," Dad grunted as he moved back down the sofa to straddle my ass. "Better put this under your cock," Dad suggested as he ripped of his t-shirt and handed it to me. "Good idea," I said as I took the shirt. I lifted my hips so I could get dad's shirt between my cock and Mom's sofa cushions. While my ass was up in the air, Dad yanked my jeans down and gave my bare ass a playful slap. "Ready or not," Dad laughed. "Are you cumming already?" I replied with mock disappointment. "You wish," Dad said as he pulled my cheeks apart and spit a huge glob of saliva into my crack. "Oh shit," I muttered. "Sorry, Son, do you want lube?" "It is going to be a long day." "Don't move." Dad hopped off of me and dashed out of the room. In no time at all, he was back with a small tube of lube in his hand. "We'd better remember to scatter these around the house." "That's what I was planning to be doing right now," I laughed as Dad climbed back on the sofa and straddled my ass. "Would you rather postpone?" "It's a little late for that now," I laughed. "Besides, it is Father's Day, so you should get the first crack at my crack." "Thanks, Son," Dad said as he began to apply lube to my asshole. I groaned with pleasure as his fingers slid easily into me. "Like that, do you?" "Oh yeah," I sighed, "but I'd rather have your cock in me, Dad." "You've got it, Davey," Dad said as he pressed the dripping head of his lubed cock into my asshole. I grunted with pleasure as I felt Dad's dick slowly filling me. Deeper and deeper. "All the way, Dad." "You bet, Son," he replied, planting his hands back on the arm of the sofa. With a deep groan, he finally found himself balls deep in his own son. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Get a move on, Dad. We don't have all day." "Okay, Davey," he replied as he swiftly extracted his cock from my ass and then slammed it back in. "Oh fuck," I grunted as he repeated the movements. "Yeah, fuck me, Dad!" "Damn, you're so tight, Son." "I doubt I will be when the day is finished," I laughed between grunts as Dad's pounding drove the breath out of me. "Then I'm glad I got in first," Dad puffed. "Harder, Dad, harder," I encouraged him as he repeatedly rammed his cock into my ass. "Be the first to fill my ass with cum on Father's Day!" "This makes having a son all worthwhile," Dad grunted. "Glad to hear it. Come on, Dad, fill my ass with cum so we can get ready for our guests." "You cheeky bastard," he groaned. "Does that mean you're not my Daddy?" I asked innocently. "I'll show you who's your Daddy," he laughed. "Oh fuck, Son." "Cum for me, Daddy. Cum in me!" "Fuck, Davey. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" "Fill me, Dad. Fill my ass with cum!" "Take it, Son!" "I want it. Give it to me, DADDY!" "I'M CUMMING, DAVEY!" "YES!" "OH, FUCK!" Dad bellowed as he thrust his cock all the way in to the balls. "I'M CUMMING!" he repeated as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. "YES! YES! YES!" I screamed as Dad's cock erupted his boiling cum into my ass and my own load of cum spilled into his shirt below me. "OH FUCK, fuck, fuck," Dad repeated with dwindling volume as he satisfied himself in my ass. "Phew," he exhaled as he released my hair and collapsed on my back. "Damn, Davey, you get me going better than anyone else on this planet." "Thanks, Dad. Happy Father's Day." "Thanks, Son." "Now, we'd better get ready for the guests." "I think we are," Dad laughed, giving me a quick kiss on the back of my neck and tousling my hair as he lifted his weight off of me and sat back. "Damn fine ass," he said proudly as he gently gripped my cheeks in his fists. "You made it," I laughed. "In more ways than one," he joked back. "Okay, get up so I can have my shirt back," he added as he climbed off of me and stood in front of the sofa. "Here you go," I said with a grin as I rolled over, grabbed the cum-filled t-shirt, and held it out to him. Dad grinned and shook his head as he took the shirt from me. "Looks like I'm not the only one who needed an early start on the day." "Guess not," I said with a smile. Dad lifted the t-shirt to his mouth and began sucking my cum out of his shirt. "Mmmmm," he sighed when he'd finished. "Tasty cum you've got too." "Thanks," I laughed as I tucked my cock back in my jeans and zipped them up. "Now, let's get ready for our guests," Dad said as he pulled the t-shirt on and proudly displayed the wet cum-soaked spots that spread out over his muscular chest. "You are one hot dad!" I said proudly. "Thanks, Son." ***** I quickly got busy running around the house to distribute condoms and lube wherever I thought they would be needed. In fact, I got so busy that when the doorbell rang for the first guest, I hadn't had a chance to clean up. My ass was still fully lubed and filled with Dad's cum. I decided it would just have to be a nice surprise for some lucky someone, and I headed downstairs. I almost collided with Dad at the front door. We both stepped back, and I started laughing. He was still wearing the t-shirt with dried cum spots all over it. "You dirty old man," I kidded him. "Would you have it any other way?" "Definitely not," I said. I gave his crotch a quick pat, and he returned the favor by patting my ass as I opened the door to our first guest. "Grandpa! Happy Father's Day!" "Happy Father's Day, Dad," my dad said to my grandpa. Grandpa took a deep whiff and said, "Smells like someone's already started celebrating." Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest. "Damn right we have," he laughed. "Come on in." Grandpa stepped inside, and Dad released me to close the door. "Am I the first?" Grandpa asked. "Well, you're the first guest," I laughed. "You're really early." "Am I? You said--" "I wanted you here early," Dad said. "I thought it would be nice to have some family time before the others get here." "Couldn't wait for me, though, could you." Grandpa laughed. I looked at Dad and he grinned at me. "He was just getting me ready for you, Grandpa." "Oh yes?" "Yeah, I'm all lubed up, and my insides are all slicked with daddy cum," I explained. "What are we waiting for, then?" Grandpa asked eagerly. "I'll wait down here, in case the other guests start to arrive," Dad volunteered. "Oh no you don't, Son. You're coming upstairs with Davey and me." "Right this way," I said, heading up the stairs and giving them both a good view of my tight jeans. "I'd follow that ass anywhere," Grandpa laughed. "Me too," Dad agreed. "Better hurry before it gets away." They followed me up to my bedroom. I didn't even have time to step out of my jeans before I felt hands all over my ass. I looked over my shoulder and laughed, "There's plenty to go around, guys." "Well, I've already had my share for the morning," Dad laughed, "but I could sure use seconds." "Then why don't you go for it, Son," Grandpa said. "And I'll fuck your ass. A nice son-dad-father sandwich." "Sounds good to me," I agreed, managing to step out of my jeans and strip off my t-shirt. "It will sure save time," Dad laughed as he pulled off his t-shirt. "Put this under you again," he said with a grin." "You really are a dirty old man," I laughed, but I took the shirt from him. I couldn't resist inhaling the scents from the shirt. The faint smell of dried cum mixed with Dad's musky scent made me light-headed. "Thank goodness." Dad slapped me on the ass and said, "Assume the position, Son." "You've got it," I said eagerly, climbing on my bed. I let out a soft moan as my hard cock burrowed into the ball of Dad's soft t-shirt. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as he climbed between my legs and spread my ass cheeks. He massaged them deeply with both hands. I groaned as his thumbs passed over my asshole and gently pulled me open. "You know it's all ready for you, Dad. Don't keep me waiting." "Okay, Davey," Dad muttered as he inched higher between my thighs and pressed the head of his cock against my lubed asshole. "Fuck him, Son," Grandpa ordered my dad. "I'm going to, Pops," my dad replied as he pressed his hips forward and his cock started to fill me for the second time that morning. "Oh yeah," I sighed as my ass got fuller and fuller with daddy cock. "Your turn," Dad said as his balls came to rest on the back of my thighs, and I knew he was talking to Grandpa. "You don't have to tell me twice," Grandpa chuckled, and the bed shifted under his weight. "Nice and tight, Son," he mumbled, and I figured he was lubing Dad's asshole. "Don't tease me with just your fingers," Dad laughed. "Get ready, Shawn," Grandpa warned. He obviously didn't wait, since Dad screamed in my ear as Grandpa's cock quickly invaded Dad's asshole. "Is Daddy's cock too much for you?" "You know better than that," Dad laughed. "It's just been a while since I've had a cock in me." "Well, you've got one in you now," Grandpa chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride." Grandpa obviously began sliding his cock deeper into Dad's ass, because the pressure pushed Dad's cock more firmly into me." "Oh yeah, fuck Dad's cock into me, Grandpa." "I'm planning to, Davey," he chuckled, and then he grunted. "Oh yeah." "Damn, Dad," my dad moaned, "I always forget how good it feels to be filled by your cock." "It runs in the family," I groaned. "Fuck me, Dad." "Fuck me, Dad," my dad parroted to his own dad. Grandpa pulled his cock out of Dad's ass, which allowed Dad to pull out of mine. Grandpa slammed hard back into Dad's ass, which drove Dad's cock all the way into me. "Oh yeah," I groaned as my own cock was driven into Dad's t-shirt. "Oh yeah," Dad and Grandpa laughed as they both withdrew in preparation for another slam that knocked the wind out of me. Withdraw, slam, withdraw, slam. The rhythm was hard and fast, and I loved it. The light chatter quickly gave way to grunts and groans of complete pleasure that only a son, his father, and his father's father can share. Pure lust through the generations. Every sexual need being satisfied by one's own creation. I naturally pictured Grandpa's cock sliding in and out of Dad's ass, and just that image was enough to drive me to the edge. The thought of my Dad getting fucked by his own dad was so fucking hot. And the feeling of my own Dad's cock invading my willing asshole drove me the rest of the way over the edge. "OH FUCK, DAD, I'M CUMMING!" "Go for it, Son," Dad groaned in my ear, and that permission was all I needed. "YES!" I screamed as I began to shoot another load of cum into Dad's t-shirt. "I'M CUMMING," I repeated in case the fact that my ass clamping down on Dad's cock wasn't enough of a confirmation. "ME TOO!" Dad groaned. "DAMN, YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Dad planted his cock deep in my ass and began to unleash another torrent of cum to join the load he shot into my ass earlier. "OH, DAVEY!!!!" "TAKE YOUR DADDY'S CUM," Grandpa bellowed as he rammed his cock into Dad's ass and drove Dad's cock even deeper into my cum-filled ass. "YEAH, DAD, FUCK ME. GIVE ME THAT CUM!" I was both surprised and pleased to hear Dad talking this way to Grandpa. "OH FUCK, SON," Grandpa grunted, and I knew he was satisfying himself in Dad's ass, although I kind of wished that he'd saved it for me. "Happy Father's Day," I managed to moan under all the weight that had suddenly relaxed onto my back. "Thanks, Son," Dad sighed. "Happy Father's Day, Dad." "Thanks, Son," Grandpa answered as the doorbell rang. "Damn," he added, lifting his weight off of me and Dad. The doorbell rang again. "I guess I'd better get that," Dad laughed as he pulled his cock out of my ass and climbed off of my bed. "Hey!" I yelled when I looked over and saw both Dad and Grandpa rummaging through my dirty clothes pile to find some t-shirts to wipe off their cocks. "Sorry, Davey," Grandpa laughed. "Gotta clean it off for the next user." "He's right," Dad agreed, wiping his cock on my favorite t-shirt and then pulling his jeans on. "Don't forget your shirt," I laughed, tossing Dad his cum-covered t-shirt. "Oh, thanks," he said. My jaw dropped as, unlike the last time, he just grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it on over his head. "Advertising?" Grandpa laughed. "Mmmm," Dad sighed as he pulled the front of the t-shirt up and began sucking my cum out of the fabric. "Save some for me," Grandpa ordered as he grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled it away from Dad's skin to suck out the cum that Dad couldn't reach. "You are two sick son-fuckers," I laughed as I jumped out of bed and pulled on my jeans. I started to grab the t-shirt that I'd been wearing earlier, but I suddenly changed my mind. I grabbed up the t-shirt that Dad had just cleaned his cock on. "Look who's talking," Dad laughed as I pulled the shirt on and proudly displayed the wet spots. The doorbell rang again, and the three of us shouted in unison, "CUMMING!" ***** Dad, Grandpa, and I managed to make ourselves presentable by the time we reached the front door. "Welcome," Dad said as he opened the door to reveal that our next guests were Porter and his Dad. Porter looked us all up and down before saying, "I don't need two guesses to know what took you so long." "Nice shirt, Shawn," Porter's dad said to my dad. "Thanks, Fred," Dad replied. "It's my favorite present from Davey so far." "Nice," Porter laughed. "Can we come in or not?" "That remains to be seen," I replied coyly as Larry and his dad appeared. "Happy Father's Day, Mr. Black." "It has been so far, Davey," he replied. "Sure has," Larry agreed, suggestively rubbing his ass. Everyone laughed and they all entered the house. ***** Soon after Larry and his Dad arrived, Coach, his son, and his nephew joined the party. Then came my teacher Mr. Wilson, followed by my rival Bob Piper and his teammate Roy Tomkins. James Flower, from the liquor store, arrived at almost the same time as Jose Martinez. When I opened the door, they were discussing what they would do to our landscaping. I motioned them into the house and then rushed to give Henry Fisher a big hug as he climbed out of his pickup. I had worried that he wouldn't feel like making the drive from his farm and campground, so I was really glad to see him. The final two arrivals were Reverend Hay and Father Bernard. Unlike the others, who could come and go whenever they wanted, these two men had to take care of the needs of their parishioners before they were free to come to my house and take care of their own needs. Fortunately for me, Dad had sprung for all the beer and chips and other snacks that everyone nibbled on while waiting for the full guest list to be completed. Otherwise, the guests might have started to get restless before the party was really ready to begin. As it was, I occasionally felt like I was being circled by vultures who hadn't had a meal for weeks. At the right time, when things couldn't be put off any longer, I gave a subtle signal to the younger half of the guest list, and we gradually started slipping away and heading up to my bedroom. I'm sure the older guys noticed, but they knew this was our party, so they didn't say anything. "When you said your grandpa was going to be part of this," Bob Piper said as he stripped off his clothes, "I wasn't so sure, but he's hot. Not what I imagined at all." "He's hot in bed too," Jose confirmed. "You won't be disappointed if you get matched up." "Well, after all Bob's told me, I want a shot at Coach Jackson," Roy Tomkins said. "It was hard to concentrate whenever we played you guys. I've gotta have that black cock!" We all laughed, except for Johnny, who cleared his throat nervously. "Oh, sorry, I guess I shouldn't talk about your dad that way." "It's not that," Johnny laughed. "It's just that I'm hoping I get him." "What?" Larry asked with surprise. "You didn't service him this morning?" "Franky got there first," Johnny replied with slight annoyance. "Sorry, cuz," Franky laughed, "but you snooze, you lose." "He's my dad, you fuck!" Johnny said angrily. "Hey, hey, guys!" I said, trying to calm the waters. "Sorry," Johnny said without looking at Franky. "No, I'm sorry, cuz. I should have known it would bother you. I just didn't think. I figured you got him all the time, so you wouldn't mind." "Oh, I don't really," Johnny admitted. "I was just surprised when I woke up and saw he was fucking you instead of me." "Only because I was already awake," Franky conceded. "Okay, guys," Porter interrupted. "This party is no place for being jealous or possessive. If you can't handle it, we'd better call it quits." "No!" Johnny said. "I'm fine. He's right. I can have my dad's cock any time I want it." "Who can't?" I asked, and everyone cracked up. With the tension broken, we finished getting naked. I grabbed a bag of red ribbons from my closet and started handing them around. "Put a bow on it," I ordered before tying a ribbon around my neck. Jose struggled to tie a bow on his muscular bicep. Porter grabbed a couple ribbons and tied them together around his slim waist. Johnny and Franky both tied their bows around their cocks to draw attention to their chocolate poles. Larry tied his bow around his ankle, hoping it would indicate how much he wanted his feet in the air. Bob Piper tied a bow around one of his muscular thighs, while Roy Tomkins barely managed to tie a couple ribbons together around his broad back and chest. James Flowers tied his bow around a wrist, to show how much he liked stroking other guys' cocks. "Is everybody ready?" I asked, looking around at all the hard flesh with nothing on it but a few ribbons. And when I say hard, I mean hard. Every cock in that room was standing at attention. "Yes!" everyone shouted in reply. ***** The nine of us beribboned boys silently filed into the living room while the older gentlemen continued to chat among themselves. I silently waved my finger and mouthed the countdown. Five, four, three, two, one. "Happy Father's Day!" we all yelled as we struck poses to show off our physiques to the best advantage. The men all turned their attention toward us. There was a brief silent pause while they took in the view, and then they broken into loud wolf whistles and thunderous applause. A couple of the dads started toward their own sons, but I quickly said, "Wait! Wait! No touching!" Everyone froze in surprise. I crossed the room and made my way to the coffee table. At the last minute, I couldn't resist walking around the table, so when I bent over to pick up the empty bowl that was in the middle of the table, the older guys all got a good view of my ass. That elicited a few more whistles and even a few hearty laughs of appreciation. "Thank you," I said as I straightened up and turned to face them. I held out the bowl and added, "Keys in the bowl." I never saw so many men all digging frantically in their pockets to find their keys. "This brings back memories," Grandpa laughed as he dropped his keys into the bowl. The rest of the guys just laughed as one by one they added their keys to the bowl. When I had all the keys, I turned and walked back to stand with my fellow beribboned boys. "Now, we will draw keys one by one. When your key is drawn, you take your prize and have fun. But if you make a mess, clean it up yourself. I don't plan to spend all night cleaning up cum all over the house before Mom comes home tomorrow afternoon." They all murmured their agreement to the rule. "And when you're ready to change partners, just come back here and return your keys to the bowl. When there's at least four keys in the bowl, you can draw again. Okay?" "Get on with it, Davey!" Grandpa ordered, and everyone laughed at his eagerness. "Yes, Sir. We'll do this alphabetically. Bob." Bob reached into the bowl, pulled out a key, and held it up. "That's mine, boy," Grandpa said. "Well, come on, Gramps. Show me you're as good as these guys say you are." Bob dropped the key in Grandpa's hand and then dragged his hand over Grandpa's tented crotch. "Nice," he sighed, and then he led Grandpa out of the room. "I should be next alphabetically," I acknowledged, "but since I'm the host, I'll go last." There were shouts of disapproval, but I ignored them and held the bowl out. "Franky." Franky drew a key and held it up. "That's mine," my dad said. "Let me show you around." Franky dropped the key in Dad's hand, and then Dad used his other hand to grab Franky's cock to lead him from the room. "Well," Coach said, "now that the Robinson men are taken care of, we can get down to business." James drew next. "That's mine," Henry Fisher said when James held up the key. Without a word, James crossed to Henry and handed him the key. But instead of leading Henry out of the room, James dropped to his knees, unzipped Henry's jeans, pulled out Henry's cock, stroked him firmly with the hand that had the ribbon on the wrist, and then leaned in to lick off Henry's first drop of precum. "Fuck yeah," Henry groaned as James' lips descended over the head of his cock. Everyone cheered James' initiative and performance, but Coach got things back on track by calling, "Next!" Johnny drew Mr. Wilson's key and led him off for a private lesson that had nothing to do with calculus. Jose drew Porter's dad. "Ay, Papi," he groaned as he grabbed Mr. Baxter's stiffened cock and led him out of the room. Larry drew Reverend Hays' key, and the two disappeared for some holy rolling. "Looks like you're gonna get this black monster again, Davey," Coach laughed. "I wouldn't complain," I laughed. "Porter?" Porter drew a key and held it up for Larry's dad to claim. "Have fun, Mr. Black." "I'm sure I will, Davey," he laughed. Porter leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "See you later," he said, and then he led Larry's dad out of the room. "Fifty fifty," Coach laughed. I held the bowl out to Roy Tomkins, who had admitted to having problems concentrating whenever he played our team and he fantasized about our coach. Roy held up a key and waited. "Well, better luck next time, Davey," Coach laughed. "YES!" Roy yelled before literally blushing with embarrassment. "I like a player with enthusiasm," Coach said as he grabbed Roy's ribbon to drag him from the room. I took the final key out of the bowl and put the empty bowl down on the coffee table. "I guess this must be yours, Father." "It is, My Son," the priest said with a nervous grin. "Well, let's go see if you can convert me," I laughed. I led Father Bernard through the house in search of an empty room. We witnessed several variations of fucking and sucking in each room. I finally thought to try my own room and discovered that it was empty. Everyone seemed to have agreed that my room was for me. I motioned the priest in and then followed him. Just as I was closing the door, I heard Roy yell, "Put it in, Coach!" They were right next door in the guest room, but I'm sure everyone in the house heard them. Father Bernard and I laughed as I closed the door and we faced each other. He looked around at the dirty clothes in the corner and the books on the desk, and then he asked, "Is this your room?" "It sure is," I said, stepping up close to him and running my fingers along his dog collar. When I reached the white square in front, he suddenly grabbed my hand. "What?" "Sorry," he apologized. "No problem," I replied. He released my hand, and I let it drop to my side. "We can do this any way you want it." "Do you wear pajamas?" I was surprised by the question and paused for a second. "Um, sure," I finally admitted. "Would you put them on for me?" he asked nervously. "Anything you want," I agreed with a smile as I went over to my dresser and pulled out a couple pairs of pajamas. I turned around and held them up. One was a pair of lightweight linen pajamas in black-and-blue plaid. They were for summer, so the bottom was elastic-waist shorts and the top had short sleeves. The other was a long pair of red-and-white candy-stripe cotton with drawstring bottoms. Father Bernard stepped closer and fingered the plaid material. "Hmm," he said as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. He was obviously disappointed with those, since he quickly turned to the striped pair. "Nice," he said as he fingered that fabric. "Do you have anything else?" "Sure," I said, pushing the stripped pair into his hands and tossing the plaid pair in my pile of dirty clothes even though they weren't dirty at all. I reached into the dresser and pulled out two more pairs. When I turned around, I caught Father Bernard rubbing the striped pajamas against his cheek. "These are for winter," I said, holding up a blue-and-green plaid flannel set. "And these are for special occasions," I said, holding up a powder-blue silk set with dark blue piping. "Oh yes," Father Bernard muttered as he pressed the red-striped pajamas back in my hand and took the blue silk ones. "These feel so nice," he said, rubbing the fabric against his chin and down his throat. "Would you put them on for me?" "Why not?" I tossed the other pajamas onto the dresser and took the silk ones from Father Bernard. I put on the top without buttoning it and then stepped into the bottoms. I pulled them up and tied the drawstring. "Nice," Father Bernard said as he stepped closer and started buttoning the top for me. "Thank you, Father," I said as I bowed my head submissively. "They seem to be a little big for you," he observed. "That's because they're my Dad's," I admitted. "You like wearing your Dad's pajamas?" Father Bernard asked as he ran his hands lightly over the silk, pressing it to my chest. "Yes, Sir," I replied. "Does he know you like wearing his pajamas?" "No, I snuck these out of his dresser after he fucked me while wearing them once." Father Bernard let out an involuntary groan of pleasure before he raised his hand to my chin and tilted my face up to his. "Thou shalt not steal." "I know, Father. I should be punished." The sudden gleam of pleasure in his eyes confirmed that I had the priest's number. "I want to be punished." "Are you truly repentant, My Son?" "Yes, Father," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. My heart skipped a beat when I felt him rest his hand lightly on top of my head. After that, he remained silent and motionless, so I wasn't sure what he wanted, but his crotch was now at my eye level, and the stiff cock pressing against the trouser fabric confirmed that he was really enjoying our time together. Just when I was getting ready to take matters in hand literally, Father Bernard removed his hand from my head, grasped me by the shoulders, and lifted me back to my feet. "Evil must be driven out," Father Bernard said softly as he backed up and sat on the edge of my bed. "Yes, Father," I agreed as I stepped forward and leaned over his lap. I let my weight bear down on his thighs, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my hip. I waited for him to take the next step, and it wasn't long before I felt his hand gently come to rest on my ass. He slowly began to rub his hand back and forth over the silk, sliding it against my skin. His hand then slid down between my thighs and pressed the silk into the crack of my ass cheeks. Father Bernard leaned forward, and I could feel him rubbing his cheek against my back as he continued to play with my ass. "So nice," he sighed. "Punish me, Father." My whispered request brought him back from his sensual exploration, and he sat up straight again. "Lower your pajama bottoms, My Son," he said breathlessly. I reached between Father Bernard's legs and pulled the drawstring on my pajamas to release them. I then managed to lift my hips enough to reach back and push them down over my thighs. "That's a good boy," he said. "Thank you, Father." "But you must still be punished for stealing from your dad." "Yes, Father." I felt his hand lightly caress my bare ass checks, and then he lifted his hand away again. I held my breath in anticipation, and I wasn't disappointed. I gasped with shock and pleasure when his hand suddenly slapped my ass with full force. The slap stung briefly. "Thank you, Father." "Silence, My Son." "Yes, Father," I said meekly as his hand was raised again. I couldn't help biting my lip while I waited. His hand finally fell with another sudden hard slap. I jumped slightly, and my cock bounced between Father Bernard's thighs. He also let out an involuntary groan as my jump forced my hip to rub up and down along his cock. "Punish me, Father." I waited a moment before adding, "Harder." "Oh god," he muttered, but there was no delay in the next hard slap, or the next or the next. My ass was enjoying the sting, and I had ceased to be surprised, but I continued to jump with every swat in order to stroke his cock with my hip. I continued to sigh with every slap and he continued to groan with every pressure on his cock. Suddenly, Father Bernard grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me sideways to exert full pressure on his hard cock. "Oh, Davey," he groaned. "Oh, My Son." "Cum for me, Father," I said softly. "Oh, oh, oh," he grunted as he ground his cock against my hip. "OH FUCK!" he roared as his hands gripped my ass with violent force. His breathing turned to rasping grunts. "I'M CUMMING, DAVEY," he groaned. "I'M CUMMING. OH GOD!" When his hold on my ass started to relax, I knew that Father Bernard was finished cumming. He rubbed my ass gently, which helped to lessen the sting of the slaps, and then he pulled my pajamas back up over my ass. "Thank you, Father," I said as I stood up. "Damn, I needed that," he laughed as he put his hands behind him on my bed to hold his weight as he relaxed backward. "Better get you cleaned up," I said with a grin as I knelt between his legs and undid his trousers. "Oh, Davey," he groaned with a shudder as I reached in and pulled his cum-covered cock out into the open. "Relax," I ordered as I leaned in and sucked his softening cock into my mouth. His body shuddered reflexively as I swallowed his cock and swirled my tongue around the shaft to clean it up. I even applied pressure to the base of the shaft to force out any remaining cum that was hiding inside. "Mmmmm," I sighed as I came up for air and licked my lips. "That felt nice," he acknowledged as I dived back in to suck cum out of his thick mass of pubes. Once I had savored all the cum I could find, I sat back and removed his shoes and socks. When I tugged at his trousers, he raised his hips. "You won't need these for the rest of the day," I laughed as I pulled off his trousers and his underwear and tossed them on the floor. I then stood up and swung his legs onto my bed. "Now it's my turn," I said as I dropped my pajama bottoms to the floor, stepped out of them, and climbed onto the bed to straddle Father Bernard's chest. "Just a second," he said as he started to remove his collar and his shirt. "No," I said, grabbing his hands. Father Bernard looked at me for a moment and then a grin broke out across his face. "Whatever you want, Davey." "I want to shoot my load all over your collar." "Yes, My Son." He began rubbing his hands up and down my thighs as I jacked my cock right before his very eyes. He reached up to run his hands over the silk pajama tops and to feel my firm body underneath. "Porter wasn't kidding about your talents," he finally laughed. "Do you do the pajama thing with Porter too?" I asked as I continued to stroke my cock with a firm grip. "I don't know what came over me," Father Bernard said with a slight look of embarrassment. "I've never done anything like that before. The idea just came to me out of nowhere when you confirmed we were in your own bedroom. I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime, though," he added with a laugh. I didn't completely believe that it was all a spontaneous idea, but it didn't really matter either way. "Well, there's always the chance I could draw your key again next time," I replied with a grin. "Oh fuck," I grunted, increasing the speed of my fist. "I'm gonna cum, Father. Oh shit." "Cum, My Son. Baptize me with your seed." "OH GOD!" I roared as the first shot of cum flew from my cock and splashed across Father Bernard's face. "YES!" he cried in ecstasy as more cum erupted from my cock. Load after load splashed across his face until it looked like he was wearing a white mask. I grunted as my last shots hit his chin and dripped down onto his collar and shirt. I was huffing and puffing as I tried to recover from my self-abuse. Wasn't that another sin? I couldn't help laughing at the thought as I forced my hips backward and leaned down to begin licking the cum off of Father Bernard's collar and shirt. I then licked up along his throat and across his chin. "Mmmm," Father Bernard sighed after he stuck out his tongue and lapped up the cum around his lips. I hurried to eat as much of my cum off of his face as I could before he robbed me completely of the pleasure. "There you go," I said, sitting back to look at his relatively clean face, collar, and shirt. "Thank you, My Son," he said as he squeezed my thighs. I reached down to unbutton his shirt and remove the collar. "Nice," I said when I saw his broad, smooth, muscular chest for the first time. "Thanks," he replied, and I swear he blushed. I climbed off of Father Bernard and stooped to pick up Dad's silk pajama bottoms. "You should put these on, and we'll throw your stuff in the washer. I can't have you going back to the rectory with cum all over your clothes," I laughed. "Thanks," he replied as he stood up and stepped into the pajama bottoms. They were a nearly perfect fit. He pulled off his shirt and I removed the pajama tops, which I gave to him as I took his shirt. "You might as well have the full set," I said, as I gathered up his clothes. "No, don't," I said as he started to button the top. "Leave it open," I ordered before leaning in and giving his left nipple a quick lick and suck. "Oh shit," he groaned. "Like that, do you?" I asked with a laugh. "Well, like I said, maybe you'll get lucky in the next round of key drawings, and we can continue where we left off." "Do we have to go back down?" he asked with disappointment. "Now, Father, it is better to give than to receive," I laughed. "Even if we don't get paired up again today, I hope you'll let me try to convert you again some day?" "I think that's a distinct possibility," I replied. "Now, let's go see what the next round has in store for you, Father." Father Bernard's next round didn't involve me, and neither did the next one or the one after that. However, each time he returned his key to the bowl, it was with a very satisfied look on his face. I knew that if I didn't get with him again that day, I would get with him again eventually. I just hoped he was into getting fucked. I made a note to ask Porter for more details about what Father Bernard was into. ***** By the time dinner rolled around, we had all worked up quite an appetite; even a bellyful of cum can only keep the energy going for so long. Dad suggested that we all chip in and order a dozen pizzas of all kinds. Bills and coins rained into the key bowl. Dad counted the money and I called my favorite pizza place: Flavio & Sons. Okay, it was the only pizza place in town, but I always enjoyed looking at Flavio Petrillo's muscles as he shoveled pizzas in and out of that hot oven. His twin sons had been in Porter's class in school and had given Porter a run for his money in the looks department as well as the athletic department. While we waited for the pizza delivery, we decided on another key exchange but with the stipulation that this could just be a cocksucking exchange with each key owner deciding whether he wanted to give or receive. We also agreed that this would be the first exchange where we would all stay in the living room so everyone could watch everyone else. The number of keys in the bowl quickly dwindled, and the sound of mouths hungrily slurping on nearly exhausted cocks and already drained balls grew progressively louder with each pairing. "About fucking time," Coach laughed when it was my turn to draw and his key was the only one left in the bowl. "You want to suck me that bad?" I asked with a smile. "You know better than that," Coach said as he scooted forward in his oversized, overstuffed chair. I was mesmerized by the sight of him pushing the pouch of his jockstrap down and tucking it under his big black balls. His thick cock was pulled down along with the jockstrap and suddenly slapped back against his stomach with a loud thud when it managed to spring free. "On your knees, Davey Robinson," Coach ordered, slowly stroking his hardening cock, "and open that pretty mouth of yours. Wide open." I got on my knees between Coach's legs and let my hands rest on his thighs as I leaned forward. He gripped the base of his cock and swung it back and forth, slapping me hard on each cheek. He then slapped his cock against my forehead and let it rest there before he slowly pulled it downward, leaving a trail of precum between my eyebrows and over the ridge of my nose. I licked my lips quickly and opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate Coach's monster cock. "Watch the teeth," Coach growled as he pulled back his foreskin and began to force his newly exposed cock head between my lips and over my teeth. I rolled my lips back to cover my teeth and protect the sensitive flesh of Coach's cock. "That's nice," he praised me as he continued to fill my mouth with his dark flesh. "Mmmmm," I moaned around the thick slab of tubesteak in my mouth. I let my hands slide to the outside of Coach's thighs, and then I ran my hands up to get a firm grip on the waistband of his jockstrap. "Yeah, you'd better get a good hold," Coach laughed. "I wouldn't want this powerful cock of mine to knock you back on your ass." "Neither would he," my dad called across the room as he worked his own cock in and out of Larry's mouth. "Not unless you're gonna take his ass once he's in that position," he added. I quickly pulled my mouth off of Coach's cock just long enough to reply sarcastically, "Thanks, Dad." "Hey," Coach reprimanded me, slapping my face with his cock again and getting even more precum and saliva on my cheeks. "Concentrate." "Yes, Coach," I said, before letting him press his cock back into my willing mouth. "Oh yeah," he sighed as his cock hit the back of my throat and paused. "Open wide," he cooed. I inhaled quickly and tried to relax my throat for his deeper invasion. "Love watching my black cock disappearing into your eager white face." Keeping one hand on his cock, Coach released his other hand and placed it on the top of my head to hold me in place as he slowly started pushing in and out of my overstuffed throat. When I finally needed to come up for air, I tugged on Coach's jockstrap, and he pulled his dick out enough to let the air flow again. Just when I thought he was going to shove his cock back down my throat, Coach pushed me off instead. "What?" I asked with surprised. "Change of plan," Coach laughed as he stood up. "Get in the chair." I got up off of my knees and sat in the chair that he'd just vacated. "I didn't say sit. Get on your back, with your feet in the air." "Oh, okay, Coach," I said as I finally caught on and got into the desired position. "Whenever you're ready," I added as I dropped my head backward over the front of the chair. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and waited. "Perfect," Coach said as he quickly stripped off his jockstrap and dropped to his knees. And it was perfect; his cock was right at my mouth level, and the new position allowed me to open my throat to its maximum for a nearly straight-line fuck into me. "Put it in, Coach," I laughed, mimicking Roy's earlier demand. It was also a phrase that I had used myself in other encounters with Coach, so he knew I meant it. "You only had to ask," Coach replied. He tossed his jockstrap so it smacked my cock and balls, making me jump as he pressed his cock forward. The combined effect was to impale me on his thick cock. We both grabbed the arms of the chair as he continued shoving that slab of black meat into me as far as he could. When I started pounding on the chair arm, he pulled out to give me a quick chance to breath before filling me again. Coach set up a nice, slow rhythm. After all, this was supposed to be a recovery period. He wasn't in any hurry to shoot his recharging load of cum down my throat. He was perfectly contented to work his cock in and out of a warm, tight tunnel. Keeping one hand on the chair arm for signaling, I reached back with the other to fondle Coach's balls as they swung in the air. When I occasionally thought I could take more, I pulled on Coach's balls, and he complied. When I wanted less, I simply pushed back on his balls, and he slid his cock backward. I became so engrossed in our slow coupling and uncoupling that I almost didn't hear the doorbell ring. In fact, it might have rung several times before I noticed. And then, it was only because I heard Dad groaning, "Oh god, Davey, get that. Davey! Oh fuck, Larry, I'M GONNA CUM! DAVEY, GET THE DOOR! OH FUCK!" Coach slipped his cock out of my mouth and said, "Do what your father says." "Remember where we were," I laughed as I flipped over and climbed out of the chair. Coach held out his hand for his jockstrap, but I just grinned at him and stepped into it. It was obviously too big for me, but I just pulled the back of the waistband tight. "You wouldn't want me to answer the door in the nude, would you?" I asked as I grabbed the money off of the coffee table. "If it was me on the other side of that door, I would," Coach laughed as he collapsed into the chair and slowly stroked his cock for me. "Hurry back," he added with a wink. When I got to the front door, I had to let go of the jockstrap in order to turn the doorknob. I shifted my hips to try to keep the jockstrap from falling off completely. I opened the door only enough to look through the crack and see the Petrillo twins standing on the porch with a dozen pizza boxes. "You can just leave them on the porch," I said, holding out the money through the crack and grabbing the jockstrap again with my other hand. In that distracted moment, Guido Petrillo said, "Nonsense," and shoved on the door, pinning me against the wall behind it. "Dad would skin us alive if he heard we just left an order on the porch," Luca added as he followed his brother into the house. "Wait! No. Don't go in there!" I yelled, but Guido and Luca didn't stop. Before I could recover my balance, close the door, and catch up to them, the Petrillo brothers had already made it to the living room. "Do you want these in here, or somewhere else?" Guido asked casually. I stared at Guido and Luca in stunned silence. They just stood there with their arms full of pizzas and with casual smiles as if this was any normal delivery, not a delivery to a house that was full of cocksucking men. "In the dining room," Dad finally said. "This way," he added as he casually stood up and stepped over Larry. Some of the other men in the room looked slightly less comfortable and covered their cocks with sofa pillows or whatever else was at hand. "Thanks, Mr. Robinson," Luca said as he followed Dad toward the dining room. "Hey, Coach," Guido said. "Hey, Guido," Coach replied as he casually resumed stroking his cock. "Saw your car out front, so I thought you might be here," Guido replied. "At least I hoped you were. Save some of that for me." "You've got it," Coach said. "Davey, either close your mouth or put it back on my cock." "Davey!" Dad called. "Yeah, Dad?" "Can I get a little help here?" "Sure," I said, finally snapping out of my shocked state. "Here's the money," I said, handing it to Guido and taking the pizzas from him. "I guess that settles that," Coach laughed. "Have you got time to take care of this, Guido? Or do you have other deliveries to make?" I didn't wait to hear Guido's reply, since I had a good idea what it would be and that it meant I'd just lost my chance to swallow Coach's next load. In the dining room, Dad and Luca were casually arranging the boxes on the table and buffet--anywhere they could find to accommodate them. "Here's the other half," I said. It was a lame observation, but it was the truth. "Go put them in the kitchen," Dad replied without looking. "On the counter and in the breakfast nook. And see if Mom has a supply of paper plates. If not, break out the good china. This is a celebration, after all." "Happy Father's Day, Mr. Robinson," Luca laughed. "Thanks, Luca. Where have you been keeping yourself? It's been too long." "You just don't come in for as much pizza as you used to," Luca replied with a grin. "I'm eating at home more regularly these days," Dad replied with a subtle nod in the direction of my jockstrap-clad body. "I guess I can't blame you," Luca said. In stunned silence, I stumbled along to the kitchen with the extra pizzas. I distributed them on all the surfaces I could find and managed to discover a stash of paper plates. I paused. What the fuck? Why not? I stripped off Coach's jockstrap and put it on my head like a cap. I then returned to the dining room. "Are you sure you can't stay?" Dad asked Luca. "Just a second," Luca replied as he took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "It's Luca," he said when someone obviously answered at the other end. "We're at the Robinson's place. No, there's no problem. Yeah, Mr. Robinson is having a party while his wife is away. Yes, that kind of party." Luca laughed and grinned at Dad, who just smiled and shrugged. "Mr. Robinson has invited us to stay and join the party. Well, I think Guido already has." Dad finally just grabbed the phone and said, "Hey, Flavio, shut the place up, make whatever final deliveries you have to make, come up with an excuse for the wife, and then get your horny ass over here. There are plenty of boys at this party who would be more than willing to make sure this is a Father's Day you don't forget." Dad then casually handed the phone back to Luca and left the dining room. Luca smiled as he looked me up and down. "Oh, yeah, it's me again, Dad. Are you sure? Great. I'll tell Guido. See you soon, Dad." Luca ended the call and returned the phone to his pocket. "Come on Davey, let's go see if anyone is hungry. I know I sure am, and I don't mean for pizza," he laughed as he casually dropped his arm around my shoulder. "Nice jockstrap. Coach's, if I'm not mistaken." By the time Luca and I returned to the living room, Coach had Guido bent over the chair and was fucking him hard and fast. Guido was groaning with pleasure, and everyone else in the room was just cheering them on. Dad was sitting back down with his arm around Larry. "My brother isn't one for wasting time," Luca observed. "Neither am I," he added as he quickly stripped off his clothes. "Back him up, Coach." "What took you so long?" Coach asked as he pulled Guido back from the chair. "Just making sure we were welcome," Luca laughed, "but it looks like you're doing a really good job of welcoming Guido already. Or should that be getting ready to cum in Guido well?" "Shut up and sit down so your brother can suck that cock of yours," Coach ordered. The anticipation of brother sucking brother brought a round of cheers and whistles from the other guests. "Yes, Coach," Luca said as he sat down on the chair and Guido swiftly sucked his brother's cock into his mouth. "Oh yeah," groaned Coach as he rammed his huge black cock all the way into Guido's ass. "Suck me, Bro," Luca said, and Guido enthusiastically obliged. I looked at Dad, grinned, and shook my head. Dad smiled back at me and winked. "Well, I'm going to have some pizza," I said and left Coach to his pleasure. I wandered around the dining room, trying to decide what kind of pizza to have. There were so many options. However, I knew I had to make up my mind when I heard Coach bellow, "Fill his mouth with that hot brother cum, Luca, while I load his ass with my cream filling!" Hoots and hollers and whistles and applause followed. That was definitely the signal for me to make a quick decision, because I knew the others would finally start making their way to the dining room once Coach had finished entertaining them with the Petrillo brothers. ***** "You're still not off the hook," Coach whispered to me as he walked past me with a plate that was full of pizza. "Glad to hear it," I replied as he crossed the living room with his big cock swinging. I watched as it settled comfortable between his muscular thighs as he sat down between his naked son Johnny and his naked nephew Franky. "Having fun, boys," Coach asked. "Definitely, Dad," Johnny said before he took a bite of pizza. "Oh yeah, Uncle Roger," Franky said. "This is going to be a great summer." "How about you, Son?" Dad, who was sitting on the arm of my chair, whispered in my ear. "Are you having fun?" "I was before the pizza arrival interrupted things," I said. "How, did you know about Mr. Petrillo? I never had a clue?" "Not even when you were sucking his cock at the Halloween party last fall?" Dad asked with a sly grin. I nearly choked on my pizza. "Really?" I asked once I'd recovered. "Which one?" "I know there were a lot of them," Dad laughed. "You really surprised me that night." "Which one?" I persisted. "Remember Frankenstein's Monster?" "No!" Of course I remembered him. I just couldn't believe it was Mr. Petrillo. "Hey, Guido," Dad called across the room. "What did your dad dress up as last Halloween?" "What? How would I know?" Guido said before returning to his chat with Henry Fisher. Luca briefly interrupted his conversation with Father Bernard and confirmed, "Frankenstein. Well, the monster." "Thanks, Luca," Dad said. "Claim your reward later." "Definitely, Mr. Robinson," Luca agreed before resuming his conversation with the priest. "Why didn't you tell me?" I reprimanded Dad. "I could have been having sex with him all these months!" "Haven't we been enough for you?" Dad laughed. The doorbell rang at that moment, and I shot off across the room without answering Dad's question. I ran down the hall and threw open the front door without even a second thought to the fact that I was naked except for a jockstrap on my head. "Happy Father's Day, Mr. Petrillo!" Flavio Petrillo stood motionless and silent for a moment. Then he took a quick look over his shoulder before pushing me back into the hallway and closing the door behind him. "Thanks, Davey," he said with a smile as he dropped his arm around my shoulder and started to lead me back to the party. I couldn't resist. I slammed Mr. Petrillo against the wall and started to rip his clothes off of him. He just chuckled to himself and let me do as I wished. I shoved his shirt back off of his shoulders and buried my face in the mass of hair on his chest. I rubbed my face on the soft fur and inhaled his scent. I then fell to my knees, yanking his shirt down and off as I went. I let his shirt drop to the floor and frantically did my best to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his trousers as fast as I could. "Thanks for your help, Davey," he laughed as he stepped out of his shoes and I pulled his trousers down so he could step out of them as well. When I looked back up, his cock had sprung through the front of his boxers and was staring me in the eye. I looked up past his cock's eye and saw his dark eyes glittering as they looked down at me. "It's been a long time since Halloween, Davey," he said softly. "I didn't know...." "That's what I thought. And I didn't want to embarrass you if you weren't interested in an old Italian man." "You're not old," I objected. "And you're not uninterested," he laughed as I quickly swallowed his cock. I might not have had a chance to finish Coach, but I was determined to get Mr. Petrillo's first load of the evening. It was like I was possessed. I was frantically bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock with one fist gripping and stroking the shaft in unison with my oral movements. My other hand was busy squeezing his balls as if I could pump the cum out from the source. "You're far from uninterested," Mr. Petrillo groaned as he gripped my head and the jockstrap that still covered it. "Damn, Davey, you're gonna make me shoot in no time at this rate." I pulled off briefly and said, "Good." I then went back to work on that delicious cock. I was sucking down his sweet precum and wishing it was much more than that. Mr. Petrillo's breathing was slowly increasing, and I could feel him gripping my head tighter and tighter. "Oh, Davey," he finally groaned. "It's been so long. Oh, this feels so good. I really need this, Davey. Oh yes. Yes. Do you want to swallow?" he asked urgently. "Mmm-hmmm." It was the closest I could get to voicing my agreement without letting his cock slip out of my mouth. He sounded so close that I didn't want to risk accidentally losing any of his load. "Oh, good, Davey. Oh, good. Oh god," he panted. "OH FUCK," he suddenly grunted as his hands tightened into a death-grip and his cock began to pulse in my mouth. "SWALLOW, DAVEY, SWALLOW!" he hissed, as if I needed to be encouraged in that direction. "OH SHIT!" he groaned as he thrust his erupting cock deep into my mouth and held it there. I let him convulse a few times, and then I shoved his hips back so his cum continued to flow into my mouth instead of my throat. "Wow," he finally exhaled as he slumped back against the wall. "Thanks, Mr. Petrillo," I said after his cock slipped out of my mouth. I wiped my lips on the back of my hand and then licked the back of my hand clean of the cum that had been wiped up. "Thank you, Davey," he replied as I stood up. "I've been wanting to do that again since Halloween." I couldn't resist running my hands through his chest hair. "Like that, do you?" "Oh yeah," I groaned. "I wish we hadn't wasted the last eight months." "Well," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "we still have the rest of the summer to make up for it. How about we join the party now, though?" "If you insist," I laughed. "Hey, Dad!" Luca and Guido called when they saw Mr. Petrillo walk into the living room with me. "Welcome to the party, Flavio," Dad said. "I think you'll enjoy the party favors." "Thanks, Shawn," Mr. Petrillo replied. "Do you mind if I just have some pizza first while I recover from Davey's greeting?" I licked my lips and shrugged my shoulders in response to Dad's inquisitive grin. "That's my boy," Dad laughed in response. ***** When the pizza was almost all gone and we were clearing up the fallout, I managed to catch Luca alone in the dining room. Unfortunately, I could only manage to say, "Ummmm....." "What is it, Davey?" "Well, I.... We...." "Yes?" "Well, me and the other guys planned something special for after dinner." "That's good," Luca replied. "Yeah, but...." "Okay, Davey, spit it out, or swallow it and say what you're thinking." "Well, you obviously play with Guido, but do either of you...." "We do about anything. What did you have in mind?" "Your father." "I thought you already did him when he got here," Luca laughed. "I did," I admitted. "Well, okay, do either you or Guido ever play with your own dad?" "Aren't you inquisitive," Luca chuckled. However, when he saw how embarrassed I was and how honestly the question had been intended, he added. "Yes, we both do. Is that a problem?" "No, no, not at all!" I said quickly. "My dad and I do too. It's not that. Okay, would either of you want to service him in front of everyone else? Well, almost everyone. Some of us will be servicing our own dads." "OH!" Luca laughed. "Oh yeah, we're in. I can guarantee it without even asking Guido." "Good," I said with obvious relief. "Cool." "Yeah, cool," Luca smiled as we took the trash into the kitchen before heading back to the party. ***** As Luca and I walked back into the living room, Coach called, "Time for another round of key drawings. I need to win Davey for more than just a partial suck!" He and everyone else in the room laughed at that. "Sorry, Coach, maybe later," I said, which was greeted with a round of hisses and boos. "For now, we've got something else special planned." I looked over at Luca, who was whispering to Guido. A huge grin spread across Guido's face, and he gave me an agreeing nod. "Help me clear the floor," I said. "What for?" Dad ask, just as surprised as the others. "You'll see," I assured him. "Get a move on, guys," Dad said. With his approval, everyone went into motion. The furniture was quickly all shoved to the walls, leaving nothing but the area rug in the middle of the room. Dad then rolled up the rug and said, "The floor is all yours, Son." I motioned for Larry, Porter, Johnny, and the Petrillo brothers to join me. When the six of us stood naked at the center of attention, I finally continued. "We hope the rest of you won't mind, but since this is Father's Day, we've all agreed that we'd like the next round to go to our own fathers." Cheers and whistles confirmed that, far from being disappointed, the others were excited by the idea of watching pairs of fathers and son having sex. "You lucky bastard, Petrillo," Coach laughed. "You get two while the rest of us only get one." "Am I to blame if my cum is more potent than yours?" Mr. Petrillo joked back. "Well, Franky is part of my family, so as far as I'm concerned, he counts," Coach countered. Those of us who had seen the earlier minor clash between Johnny and Franky looked at them nervously. Franky held back, waiting for Johnny to make the decision. We all exhaled a sigh of relief when Johnny finally said, "The more the merrier. Get over here, Cousin." When Franky was standing beside Johnny, I finally said, "Take your positions, Fathers, so we can get you ready." "Oh, I'm ready," Porter's dad joked as he stepped up to Porter and then turned around for everyone to see his rigid cock already at full mast. "You always have been a showoff, Dad," Porter joked as he dropped to his knees in front of Mr. Baxter and began sucking on his cock. "Get to it, boys," Coach ordered. "Mine is so big it takes more effort to get it up." Everyone laughed as Johnny and Franky quickly went to work on Coach's huge black cock. Larry dropped to his knees and began working on his dad's cock without any big fanfare. "Okay, Sons," Mr. Petrillo said, "show everyone how much you like this Italian sausage." Guido and Luca fell to their knees and proceeded to demonstrate exactly that. I noticed that they also casually worked on each other's cock while they stimulated their dad. "I guess that leaves you, Son," Dad said quietly. "Yes, Dad," I agreed as I sank to my knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see several of the other guests slowly stroking their cocks as they watched us beginning to service our fathers (and uncle). In a bit of interfaith cooperation, I also noticed that Reverend Hay and Father Bernard were casually stroking each other. That was the last I noticed what was going on around me. Well, for a while anyway. I quickly got completely lost in worshipping my own dad's cock. The texture, the taste, the precum, the musky aroma. "Oh, Davey," he sighed to show his pleasure. The stiffening of his cock was another obvious sign of that pleasure as well. I just hoped that we had rested long enough for him to build up another load for me to swallow or to get added to my ass. My throat was getting raw from all of the abuse it had taken that day, but I just concentrated on the fact that this was my own dad's cock, and I wanted to please him more than any other man in the room. And pleasure him I did. I worked what strength I had left in my throat muscles to massage Dad's cock as he slowly worked it in and out of my mouth. "Oh, Son, that feels so good," he moaned. I fondled Dad's hairy balls and enjoyed the warm feeling as they rested in the palm of my hand. I squeezed them softly, causing Dad to groan and make his knees buckle slightly. I pulled my mouth off of Dad's cock but continued to stroke the saliva-slicked shaft as I ducked my head to lick each of Dad's balls in turn. "Oh yeah, lick my balls," he sighed. When I needed to come up for air, I sat back on my haunches and looked up at Dad. "I need you in me right now," I whispered. Dad got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight, chest to chest. "I need you too, Son," he said before leaning into a passion-filled kiss. As our tongues danced back and forth between our mouths, our hands roamed all over our bodies, exploring like we'd never been together before. As if in a choreographed dance, Dad finally laid me back on the floor and rested his body next to mine so we could continue our impressive kiss. Dad's hand trailed down over my stomach and gave my cock a few gentle strokes before traveling on down over my balls and into the crack leading to my ass. His fingers tested the readiness of my ass as they pressed inside to open me up and discover that my ass was definitely ready thanks to a day's supply of lube and cum that had already been forced into me. Dad removed his hand from my ass and wrapped his fist around my rigid cock shaft. "Are you ready?" he asked as he slowly stroked my cock. "Oh yes," I moaned. "Fuck me, Dad. Please fuck me." I spread my legs, and Dad climbed between them. He quickly grabbed my ankles and lifted them to rest on his shoulders. "What are you guys waiting for?" Dad laughed, and I finally looked around to see that the others hadn't yet progressed to the fucking stage. "Well, I'm not waiting for you. I need to have my cock in my son's ass right now," he declared. The watchers broke into thunderous applause and shouts of encouragement. "Go for it, Dad," I whispered. "Okay, Son," Dad replied as he scooted even closer and I felt the head of his cock pressing at my back door. "Happy Father's Day," I said. "Best one ever," Dad confirmed as he pressed forward and his cock popped into his own son's asshole. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he sank deeper. "Definitely the best every. Happy Father's Day, Davey." "Fuck me, Dad. Show these guys what you can do." "Most of them know from first hand experience," Dad laughed. "But here goes," he added as he thrust his cock balls-deep into me. "YES!" I screamed as I clutched the back of my thighs to pull them toward me and apart to give Dad even deeper access to my interior. "FUCK ME, DAD!" That brought more cheers of approval and encouragement. "Damn, Son, I don't know how your ass can be so tight after all you've done today, but it's fucking amazing. I'm proud to have a son with such an amazing ass, not to mention the fact that he shares it with me whenever I want it." "You know your cock will always be welcome in my ass," I assured him. "Oh, harder, Dad. Harder. Fuck me hard!" "Oh yeah, Son. Fuck." As dad pummeled my ass, I turned my head back and forth in pure ecstasy. The sights were all a spinning blur, but I know I saw Porter on top of his dad and riding his cock. Larry and his dad were still at the sucking stage but in the sixty-nine position, so they were both savoring cock and working toward a mouthful of cum. Johnny had his Dad's cock up his ass while Johnny's cock was fucking his cousin's ass. Mr. Petrillo was fucking Guido's ass while sucking on Luca's cock. The other guests had shifted around the room to get close to the union that most turned them on. They were all jacking away rapidly, most likely imagining that it was their cock being sucked or being fucked into a tight young ass. The room was filled with foul language and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. "I didn't think I had anything left," Dad grunted, "but I'm gonna cum, Davey. I'M GONNA CUM!" "FUCK ME, DAD!" I yelled. "FILL ME WITH CUM!" Dad grabbed my cock and began jacking rapidly in pace with the fucking he was giving my ass. He was out of control at that point, and there was no going back. "I'M... I'M... I'M CUMMING, SON!!!!!!!!!!" "ME TOO!" I bellowed only seconds before my cock erupted and sent steams of cum flying over my stomach and chest. "FUCK!" Dad grunted as my ass closed down tight on his cock. He thrust against the resistance and started unleashing his own load of cum into my bowels. "CUM. OH. FUCK! CUMMING!" As Dad's cock was pulsing and sending cum deep into my ass, I became conscious of other cum raining down on me from above. I looked up and saw Reverend Hay, Father Bernard, and Henry Fisher all convulsing as their cocks produced the physical manifestation of their excitement at watching Dad cum in my ass. From all the screams and grunts and moans that were coming from all around me, there was no doubt that all the other couplings were swapping cum while their respective fans were shooting load after load after load of cum over their sweating, heaving bodies. Dad gently shifted my ankles off of his shoulders and lowered my legs. My feet came to rest on the floor with my legs bent at the knees. I closed my eyes to bask in the sensations that continued to course through my body. I jumped when I suddenly felt flesh touching my body. My eyes flew open, and I laughed at the site of Dad, Reverend Hay, Father Bernard, and Henry Fisher all on their knees and licking my body clean. ***** We managed a couple more rounds of key exchanges after that, with the Petrillo brothers always going as a pair to keep the numbers even. But as time wore on, the rest breaks became longer, and the guys seemed contented just to relax and gently massage the nearest body or suckle on the nearest cock. Slowly, the numbers began to decrease as guests had to take a quick shower and get home before their female loved ones became too curious. Porter, Larry, and their dads stuck around long enough to help us clean up and put the furniture back in place. They also helped us do a full sweep of the house to eliminate the possibility of there being any stray cum deposits to come to Mom's attention when she got home. In order to save time in the morning, we also stripped all of the cum-soaked sheets off of the beds and threw them into the laundry machine. The last guest to remain was Henry Fisher, and he asked if it was okay for him to stay overnight. He didn't have anyone to get home to, and there was no sense in making that long drive in his exhausted condition. I was too exhausted to remake all the beds, so we just made the bed in the master bedroom, and the three of us collapsed into the fresh sheets. Somehow, thanks to my quickness, I managed to find myself sandwiched between Dad and Henry. Dad gave me a soft kiss on the neck and said, "Good night, Davey." "Happy Father's Day," I replied. "Yes, it was," he chuckled as he pressed his growing cock against my bare ass cheeks. "I guess there's a few minutes left in the day for one more round," I conceded. "Thanks, Son," he sighed as he pressed his cock forward and it slipped easily into ass. I had been enjoying the sensation of being filled with all that lube and cum, so I hadn't bothered to clean it out. As Dad's dick slid deeper into me, I was relieved that I'd made that decision. From the soft snoring sound, it was obvious that an exhausted Henry was already asleep. As Dad fucked my ass, however, my cock responded quickly and went in search of a warm place to burrow. Henry grunted in his sleep at the probing, but he reflexively spread his thighs enough for me to slide my cock between them before he closed them tightly around it. Being almost as exhausted as Henry, I was quickly and gently rocked to sleep by Dad's slow fucking motion. However, I have no doubt that my ass received at least one more load of Father's Day cum that night. ------------------- Hope you enjoyed this latest holiday celebration. Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;) For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.