Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 08:18:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Memorial Day Weekend (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... MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND -- SATURDAY -- "Hurry up, Davey," Dad ordered as he walked past my bedroom door. "I want to get on the road." "Be right there," I said as I finished shoving some clothes in my gym bag. I was barely awake, but I was almost as excited as Dad seemed to be with the start of this long weekend. I grabbed my supply of lube from my nightstand, added it to the other things in my bag, and hurried off to catch up with Dad. "You promise you'll be back tomorrow evening?" Mom asked as Dad and I passed through the kitchen. "Guaranteed," Dad assured her. He gave her a quick kiss and headed into the garage. "I want you to clean up the yard when you get home, Davey," Mom added. "We're not throwing a picnic on Monday in an overgrown yard." "Okay," I agreed as I followed Dad into the garage. He already had the car started and the garage door open by the time I threw my bag in the back of the car and climbed into the passenger seat. "Does Mr. Fisher know we're coming?" I asked as I buckled up. "He's got our favorite campsite all set up for us," Dad assured me. "Drive safely," Mom called from the kitchen door. "I will," Dad called as he backed out of the garage. "Think you can drive safely while I'm sucking your cock?" I asked with a laugh. "We can certainly test that out," Dad said with a grin, and then he added, "After we get out of your mother's sight." Mom was standing at the garage door and waving. Dad and I returned the wave with innocent smiles as Dad drove off down the street. ***** By the time we reached Mr. Fisher's land, I already had two loads of Dad's cum in my stomach and I was working on a third. His cock had recovered to its full thick hardness, but his staying power increased with every load. That was fine with me, because what I really wanted to do as soon as possible was to get fucked by Dad, and the longer he lasted, the better. "Okay, Son," Dad said, patting me on the head, "let's get the tent set up and give my balls a chance to recover and produce a new load." I gave his delicious dick another slurping suck before letting it fall out of my mouth. "Okay, but it better be fast. I want that dick in my ass as soon as possible," I informed him as I climbed out of the car. "Don't worry, you'll get all you can handle." "Promises, promises," I laughed as we unloaded the tent and began to set it up. ***** "Oh fuck me, Daddy," I moaned. "What do you think I've been doing?" Dad grunted with a laugh as his cock slowly snaked in and out of my tired but very satisfied ass. "Making me a very happy son," I sighed. "Please keep it up." I was on my stomach on the floor of the tent. My legs were spread wide apart, and Dad filled the space perfectly. As he worked his hard cock into and out of my ass, he forced me to grind my cock into my sleeping bag. I could feel the heat of his furry chest hovering over my back. I groaned every time he lowered his body slightly and the damp hair brushed across my skin. "I'm trying, but you don't know how good your ass makes my cock feel. I'm not sure how much more of this it can take." He lowered his sweaty forehead and wiped it on my back, right between my shoulder blades. "Oh god," I groaned as Dad relaxed his arms to lower his body firmly onto mine and I was overwhelmed by the heat of his burning flesh. "I'm gonna cum, Son," he groaned in my ear as his hips began to force his swelling cock deeper inside of me. "Fill me, Dad," I managed to whisper under the weight. "Cum in me." "OH, SON!" he roared in my ear as he thrust his cock sharply into my ass. "Oh, Davey, Davey, Davey, my Davey," he groaned as his entire body began to convulse. "Cum, Dad, cum!" "OH FUCK!" he roared in my ear again, and then all I could hear were the quick sharp panting breaths as I knew my ass was being filled with my own dad's cum. He began kissing my back with short urgent kisses. "Cum for me, Dad," I encouraged him. "Oh, Davey," he hissed between jagged breaths. His entire body spasmed on top of me, and he gave out a final guttural groan of complete satisfaction before letting his body go limp on top of me. "Gotta breathe, Dad," I moaned. "Sorry about that," Dad laughed as he rolled off of me. I was sorry to feel his cock sliding out of my asshole, but I was glad to be able to breathe freely again. "That felt so good," I assured Dad as I laid my head on his chest and began to run my fingers through the hair that covered it. "Sure did," he agreed. "You okay?" "I'm fine," I replied, slowly humping my still-hard cock against his hip. "Want me to do something about that?" "Not just yet?" "I think he's waiting for you to recover enough to take it up the ass," a laughing voice observed. Dad and I looked up and saw Henry Fisher standing in the tent opening. "Well, if it isn't Fucking Fisher," Dad laughed. "What took you so long to get here?" "I had some chores to finish before I could come check on my camping tenants. Or, I guess I should say 'before I could check on my cumming camping tenants.'" "Hey, Mr. Fisher," I said casually. "Glad you could join us." "Hey, Davey," he replied. "Glad you could make it up here again. Would anyone like a beer while you're recovering?" He hauled a cooler into the tent and opened it to reveal a more than adequate supply of iced beer. "Don't mind if I do," Dad said, reaching in to grab one for himself. "Mmmm," he sighed as he rolled the cold wet can across his sweating chest. "Davey?" Mr. Fisher asked, taking a can and holding it out toward me. "Dad?" I asked. "I think you've earned it," Dad laughed as he popped open his own beer and took a swig. "Thanks," I said to Mr. Fisher as I took the can, opened it, and took my own swig. "Oh yeah," I sighed. "Mind if I join you?" Mr. Fisher asked. "Make yourself comfortable," Dad said. "You're the landlord." "What's ours is yours," I laughed. "I hope so." Mr. Fisher gave me a wink and began to undress. "That's better," he added when he was finally naked. He stretched out beside us and opened his own can of beer. As he took a swig with one hand, he reached down and started stroking his soft cock with the other hand. It didn't stay soft for long, and I suddenly realized that I'd put down my beer and was stroking Dad's cock in sync with Mr. Fisher's stroking of his own cock. "So how's life been treating you?" Dad asked casually. "Same old shit," Mr. Fisher replied, and they settled into a casual conversation. Someone just listening would never have known that one of the conversationalists was stroking his own cock and the other was having his cock stroked by his son. ***** Several beers later, Mr. Fisher was still absently stroking his hard cock while he talked. I had slid down so I was casually sucking on the spongy head of Dad's softened cock and gently rolling his hairy balls in my palm. I was also enjoying the sweet taste of Dad's occasional drop of precum. "Damn, I hate this holiday," Mr. Fisher muttered after there had been a prolonged silence. "Why's that?" Dad asked. "It just reminds me of everyone I've lost," Mr. Fisher replied before emptying the beer can in his hand and opening another one. "I can see that," Dad replied, gently running his hands through my hair. "Who have you lost?" I asked, lifting my head from Dad's crotch. My question was probably too bluntly, since Dad smacked me hard on the top of my head. "My dad in the first Iraq war and my brother in the second," Mr. Fisher answered, and then he guzzled the entire can of beer and opened yet another one. "Oh," I said, sorry that I'd asked. I returned to pleasuring Dad's dick and balls. "Don't you think you've had enough, Henry?" Dad asked with honest concern. "As they say," Mr. Fisher replied without any emotion, "one's too many and a dozen ain't enough. It's been so lonely here without them." "I sure don't know what I'd do without Davey," Dad said softly as he returned to stroking my hair gently. "Having you two here reminds me of the old days," Mr. Fisher said. "We used to be as close as three peas in a pod. Just like you two." "You mean...?" I started with surprised. Before I could finish, Dad gave me another warning tap on my head, so I just went back to sucking on Dad's cock and let Mr. Fisher continue after he finished yet another beer and started the next. "My dad had the biggest cock I'd ever seen," Mr. Fisher finally continued. "I used to stare at that thing whenever we were out doing chores together and he had to take a leak. I fantasized about that thing for years. I didn't know I'd ever get my hands and mouth...and ass on it one day." "But you did," Dad prompted gently after another prolonged silence. "I sure did," Mr. Fisher chuckled, with a grin that countered his current maudlin mood. "Right here in this camping spot. I begged him to sleep out side here one night, and he agreed. He didn't know I was going to wake up with the nerve to start sucking his cock in the middle of the night. He woke up right before he started shooting my mouth full of cum." "That must have been a surprise for him," Dad laughed. "A pleasant one," Mr. Fisher chuckled again. "Oh, he was pissed at me to begin with, after his orgasm finished, but when I convinced him it was really what I wanted and that I enjoyed the taste of his cum, he relaxed. He just made me promise it was our secret, and then he asked if I wanted to try getting fucked as well." "Let me guess," Dad said, "the answer was a yes." "Yep," Mr. Fisher replied. "I thought I was going to die by the time he got that monster into my ass, but he took his time and finally was able to make it worth the ride." "Not his first time, then?" Dad asked softly. "I don't know," Mr. Fisher said with a look of surprise. "I never thought about it, and I never asked. I just enjoyed being loved by my dad. After that, we started having regular campouts. Mom was glad that we were spending quality time together. She never knew just how good the quality was." "Sounds like the two of you had a great relationship," Dad prompted after another silence. "Sure did. We did everything together after that. Not just sex, but there was plenty of that too. In fact, we came here to make love one final time before he shipped out." Mr. Fisher sobbed, and I looked up to see tears running down his cheeks. Dad waited until Mr. Fisher wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and emptied yet another beer can. Finally, Dad said softly, "And your brother?" Mr. Fisher let out a loud laugh and then said, "Oh, Bruce and I were fucking each other from the time we both discovered our cocks could shoot cum. If we hadn't perfected our sucking technique on each other, I never would have had the nerve to try Dad's cock." "Did the three of you...?" Dad asked, leaving the question unfinished but obvious. "Oh yeah," Mr. Fisher confirmed with a grin. "Bruce and I let Dad think he surprised us fucking out here one time, but we'd planned the whole thing. He started yelling at my brother, who just stayed there with his cock in my ass." "Damn," my dad said, shaking his head with a grin. "I started laughing," Mr. Fisher continued, "and told Dad to calm down and stop ruining the fun. I even said he could join in if he wanted. Dad looked shocked at my indiscretion until Bruce said it was about time he got to have Dad's cock in his ass. He said it wasn't fair that I was the only one getting to enjoy it. Dad's fury turned to laughter in an instant at that point. He was naked in a flash and had his dick buried in my brother's ass before Bruce had a chance to change his mind. Not that he ever would have," Mr. Fisher added with a laugh. "We made love out here one final time before he shipped out too. Damn, I miss them," he said after using the back of his hand to wipe more tears away from his cheek. Without really thinking, I released my dad's cock and balls. I then climbed across his body and kneeled beside Mr. Fisher, who was just staring at the beer can in his hand. I looked over at Dad, and he gave me an encouraging nod with a gleam of pride in his eyes. "Go ahead, Son," he mouthed silently. I wrapped my arms around Mr. Fisher, and he let his head fall on my shoulder. I patted his back gently, and he suddenly burst into a flood of sobs. He wrapped his arms around me and clutched me so tight that I could hardly breathe. "Oh, Bruce, I've missed you so much," he mumbled into my neck. "I've missed you too, Henry" I said softly. I looked at Dad, and he nodded his continued approval. "Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," Mr. Fisher sobbed as he finally put down the beer can and took my face in his hands. He covered my face with fast, urgent kisses until his lips finally came to rest on my lips and his forehead pressed against mine. "I love you," he whispered. His tongue parted my lips and I relaxed my mouth to grant him admission. As our tongues danced and our saliva mingled, Mr. Fisher gently laid me down on my back and spread out on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my own stiff dick. The hair on his balls made the skin of my thighs tingle. He finally broke the kiss and continued to cover my throat and chest with kisses. He even sucked on my nipples like a baby who had been deprived of the teat for too long. I ran my fingers through his thick hair and held his lips firmly against my skin. "What about me, Son?" Dad asked softly. Before I could reply, Mr. Fisher turned his head to the side. I could feel his wet, tear-stained cheeks on my skin as he whispered, "I've missed you too, Dad. I've missed you both so much." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad move toward us, wrap his arms around Mr. Fisher, and rest his cheek on Mr. Fisher's back. "We've missed you too, Son," Dad whispered, and Mr. Fisher responded with another series of gut-wrenching sobs. "Oh, Bruce," Mr. Fisher whispered before he began grinding his cock against mine and resumed sucking on my nipple. I gently rubbed the back of his head and met my dad's gaze. I gave him a smile as I tried to fight tears of my own. "Fuck him," I mouthed silently. Dad nodded his agreement and moved around to get between our legs. We lost eye contact when Dad lowered his head, but I didn't have to see what was going on to know what was going on. "Oh yes, Dad," Mr. Fisher groaned. "Eat my ass. Your tongue always feels so good inside me, Dad, but not as good as your cock. Give me your cock, Dad. I need it so bad. It's been too long." "It sure has, Son," my dad replied softly, as he lifted his head and shifted into position behind Mr. Fisher, who gave a sudden groan that meant he'd felt my dad's cock seeking entrance. "Fuck me, Dad," Mr. Fisher sighed. "Please, Dad, fuck me." "Relax, Son," my dad said soothingly. "Oh yes," Mr. Fisher groaned, and I knew Dad's cock was slowly making its way into Mr. Fisher's drunk ass. "Damn, that feels good. Fill my ass with your cock, Dad. Take me all the way." "Do you want to fuck me while Dad fucks you, Henry?" I asked. "Yes, Bruce. Yes, yes, oh yes," Mr. Fisher mumbled frantically and almost incoherently. "Just a second," I said softly. Mr. Fisher lifted his weight off of me, and I managed to roll over on my stomach. I worked up as much saliva as I could and spit it all into the palm of my hand. I reached back under my own dangling cock and balls and began to work the saliva into my asshole to get me somewhat ready for Mr. Fisher's cock. "Are you okay, Son?" Dad asked, making sure I was really okay with being part of Mr. Fisher's drunken fantasy. "I'll be more than okay, Dad," I replied, "as soon as I have Henry's cock in my ass again. I've needed this fuck for a long time." "Me too," Dad agreed. "Oh god, me too," Mr. Fisher groaned as he pressed his cock against my rear entrance. "Yes!" I screamed as Mr. Fisher's cock popped into my asshole and sank balls-deep in one swift motion. I panted rapidly, and Mr. Fisher paused to let me recover from the sudden invasion. "You okay, Bruce?" Mr. Fisher asked nervously. "Fine, Henry, fine," I panted. "I forgot how big your hot cock is." "You never complained before," Mr. Fisher laughed. "Who's complaining?" I replied with a laugh. "Not me," Mr. Fisher replied. "Are you just going to talk, Henry, or are you gonna fuck your brother's ass?" I asked as I flexed my ass muscles on Mr. Fisher's cock. "Fuck you, Brother. Definitely fuck you," Mr. Fisher mumbled as he pulled his cock out of my ass and forced his own ass back onto my dad's cock. "That's it, boys," Dad said. "Let's get this fucking machine in motion." "You've got it, Dad," Mr. Fisher said as he sank his raging cock deep into my ass and pulled it out swiftly to set up an urgent fucking rhythm. "Oh yeah," my dad sighed as Mr. Fisher's ass pleasured his cock. "Oh yeah," I agreed as Mr. Fisher's cock plunged in to pleasure my ass. "Oh yeah," Mr. Fisher agreed as he was feeling the true pleasure of simultaneously giving and receiving cock. "I love you, Dad. I love you, Bruce." "We love you too, Son," my dad replied. "You're the best fucking brother ever," I added. "I've missed you, Bruce," Mr. Fisher said again. I felt tears falling on my back as Mr. Fisher sobbed again, but there was no stopping his fucking action. I was loving the sensation of being filled by his cock and having his balls dragged back and forth over my thighs. I shivered with pleasure when I felt Mr. Fisher's tongue trail across my back and lick up his own tears. "Damn, your ass is as tight as ever," my Dad said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "What do you expect, with a cock as big as yours in it?" Mr. Fisher replied with a combined sob and laugh. "Take it, Son, take your daddy's cock," my dad ordered Mr. Fisher. "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me. I'm all yours," Mr. Fisher replied as he slammed his own cock in and out of my own grasping asshole. "I'm gonna fill your ass with the cum that made you," Dad moaned. "Yes, Dad, yes," Mr. Fisher groaned. "Give me your cum. Fill my ass with cum while I fill Bruce's ass. Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me." "Get ready, Boys. I'm near shooting." "Cum, Dad!" I screamed. "Fill Henry's ass good!" "Yeah, give it to me, Dad!" Henry bellowed. "FUCK! I'M CUMMING BOYS!" Dad yelled. "ME TOO!" Mr. Fisher yelled back. I screamed, "ME TOO!" "FUCK!" Mr. Fisher roared as his cock began to pulse in my ass and unleash a flood of cum to fill my hole. "OH, SON!" Dad groaned, and I knew he was filling Mr. Fisher's ass with his own load of thick, hot daddy cum. "OH, HENRY!" I bellowed as my ass clamped down on Mr. Fisher's cock and my own load of cum began to spew out underneath me. My body shook with extreme pleasure and I drove my cock through the pool of my cum and forced my ass back onto Mr. Fisher's cock. "Oh, Bruce," Mr. Fisher whispered softly as he lowered his body onto mine and began to cover my hair with soft kisses. "That's my boy," Dad said softly, and I knew he was talking to Mr. Fisher. "It's definitely been too long, Son." "Hold me," Mr. Fisher said softly. I felt Dad's weight added to Mr. Fisher's weight already on my back, and I almost panicked, but after a brief instant, I felt all of that weight shift to the side as we rolled over and became three cock-connected spoons. Mr. Fisher wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight embrace. I could feel Dad's arms against my back as he took Mr. Fisher into a similar embrace. We remained motionless, with Dad's cock still inside Mr. Fisher and Mr. Fisher's cock still inside of me. Mr. Fisher inhaled deeply and let out a shuddering, contented sigh. After only a few minutes, Mr. Fisher's breathing settled into a steady shallow rate that indicated he was asleep. I closed my eyes and joined him. When I woke up later, Mr. Fisher was gone, so I just cuddled up in my own dad's arms. "I'm proud of you, Son," Dad murmured softly. "I'm proud of you too, Dad," I replied as I felt his cock begin to stiffen. -- SUNDAY -- Just as our car emerged from the forest and we were pulling onto the main road, Mr. Fisher drove up from the opposite direction. As Mr. Fisher came to a stop, both he and Dad rolled down their windows. "Going so soon?" Mr. Fisher asked casually. "Gotta get home and help prepare for the party tomorrow," Dad said with a hint of regret. "Well, come back soon," Mr. Fisher replied. "Oh, we will," I called out. "Or you can come see us," Dad offered. "You know the address. And it'll be a big party. One more guest wouldn't be a problem." "We'll see," Mr. Fisher said, looking away. We sat there, motionless and silent, for several seconds. Mr. Fisher finally looked back over at Dad and me, and then he looked away. After a few more seconds, Mr. Fisher said, "Thanks." Without looking at us again, he quickly put his truck in gear and spun out to make a quick departure. It was clear that the thanks weren't for the party invitation. I took Dad's hand in mine and kissed the back of it. "I love you, Dad." "I love you too, Son," he replied, pulling our hands toward him so he could kiss me on the back of the hand in return. He released my hand long enough to put the car in gear, but once we were moving, he twined his fingers into mine and didn't let go until we got home. ***** The Matinez Lawn Services truck was parked on the street in front of our house when we finally got home. The moment I saw it, my cock jumped in my pants. I couldn't help thinking about the threeway I'd had with Jose Martinez and Grandpa a couple weeks earlier. "Looks like your mom decided not to count on you getting home in time to clean up the yard," Dad laughed as he pulled the car into the garage. "Guess not," I agreed, as I quickly got out of the car, grabbed my bag, and headed into the kitchen. "What's the hurry?" Dad laughed. It dawned on me that I hadn't told Dad about the threeway with Jose, but since Mom was standing there in the kitchen to greet us, I really couldn't fill him in at that point. "Welcome home," Mom said, giving us each a quick hug. "What's with the lawn services?" Dad asked, as he got a glass and filled it with cold water from the refrigerator. "I figured you two would be tired after your camping trip, and Grandpa recommended the services of Jose Martinez." I gave a nervous cough, and Dad looked at me. He raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Oh, did he?" "He doesn't charge much either," Mom continued obliviously, "considering that he's already mowed the lawn and is now trimming the trees out back." "Why don't you go see if he needs any help, Davey?" Dad asked. "Give your mom and me some time to get re-acquainted," he added before giving Mom a huge kiss and groping her ass. "Shawn!" Mom objected with a laugh. "Get a room!" I said with my own laugh while wishing is was me he was groping again. "We will," Dad replied with a wink as he took Mom by the hand and led her out of the kitchen. I looked out the back window and saw Jose out trimming the trees like Mom had said. I paused for a moment, dropped my gym bag, grabbed the glass of water that Dad hadn't drunk, and headed outside. "Hey, Jose!" I called as I emerged from the house. "How's it going?" "Hot," he said, taking only a brief moment for the reply before continuing his work. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked, holding out the glass of cold water. "That would be great," Jose replied, letting the clippers hang down at his side. "Thanks," he added as he took the glass in his free hand. I let my eyes range up and down his body while he tossed back his head and gulped the entire glass of water all at once. I was fascinated by his bobbing Adam's apple but managed to force my attention away to take in his sweaty chest and his muscular thighs. My stiffening cock provided an obvious clue to how grateful I was that Jose was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts and sneakers, leaving the rest of his amazing body on view. "Thanks," he repeated as he handed the empty glass back to me. I took a quick look over my shoulder at the house and then looked back at Jose. After what seemed like an appropriately suggestive pause, I said, "I could use something to drink, too, if you want to take a break." In case there was any doubt, I licked my lips and flicked my eyes down to his crotch and back up to his eyes again. Jose glanced over my shoulder and then back at me. "Where?" "Follow me," I replied with a huge grin as I headed across the lawn to Dad's small tool shed in the far corner of the yard. "It's hot in here," Jose said as he followed me inside and I closed the door. "Not as hot as it's going to get," I said, falling to my knees and quickly undoing Jose's shorts. Jose was going commando, so I was quickly rewarded when his cock popped out as soon as his shorts were opened. I watched as the uncut dick began to grow and thicken before my very eyes. "What are you waiting for?" Jose laughed as he let the shorts fall to the ground and stepped out of them. "Not a thing," I said, taking his sweaty cock in hand and pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head. I wasn't sure whether it was covered in more sweat or in precum, but as soon as I leaned in and gave it a good lick, I knew it was sweet precum. "Mmmmmm," I sighed as I took his cock deeper into my mouth and the salty flavor of sweat began to mingle with the sweet taste of precum. "Lick my sweaty balls," Jose ordered, and I quickly complied. I let his cock slip out of my mouth but continued to stroke it as I applied my tongue to the sweaty, hairy ballsac that dangled below the luscious uncut cock. "Mmmmm," I repeated when his musky scent began to overwhelm my senses and drive me crazy. I lapped urgently at his balls to get every drop of sweat, and my tongue tingled as the hairs slid smoothly across the surface. I opened my mouth wide and sucked in one of the balls. Jose moaned and let his knees buckle slightly as I clamped my lips around the ball. "Oh, damn," Jose groaned. I gave the ball a through tongue bath before letting it slip from my mouth. "Nice," I murmured before sucking the other ball into my mouth and giving it the same tonguing. "Suck me, boy, suck me!" Jose hissed urgently. This obviously wasn't going to last long. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled out my own cock. I let Jose's ball slip from my mouth, and then I grabbed his shaft to pull back the foreskin and get the Hispanic cock ready to return to my hungry mouth. As I slipped my lips over the head of Jose's cock, I slowly stroked down on my own cock. The deeper he pushed his member into my mouth, the more urgently my own member pushed through my fist. "Yeah, take my cock, Davey. Suck it!" I didn't need to be told twice. I began to bob my sucking mouth up and down on Jose's thick cock while I stroked my own cock at the same pace. I could taste more of Jose's sweet precum drooling into my mouth and across my tongue. I savored the taste of his cock while inhaling his sweaty, musky scent and stroking my own rigid, dripping cock. "Drink my cum, Davey. Drink my cum!" I redoubled my efforts with both my mouth and my fist. I wanted to taste Jose's cum again and I needed to shoot my own load. I groaned encouragement around Jose's cock as I sucked faster and harder. I felt Jose grip my head between his rough hands and begin to pound his cock into my throat. "I'M CUMMING!" Jose bellowed as he buried his cock down my throat. I knew from the tremors that he was unloading, and I was desperate to taste it. I pushed against his crotch but only hard enough to pull his cock out enough so the erupting cum began to flood my mouth and I could taste every single drop of it as it coated my tongue. "MMMMMPPPHHHH!" I groaned as my own cock began to explode in my fist. My body went into freefall, but I didn't want to let go of Jose's cock. I continued to suck and savor his cum while pounding my own cock and splattering cum wherever it wanted to fly. "Wow," Jose sighed as he released his hold on my head and slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. "Yeah, wow," I laughed after swirling Jose's cum around inside my mouth and then swallowing. I let my feet slip out from under me and sat down on the floor of the shed. "Ummm, got a rag?" Jose asked as he lifted one leg into my line of sight. "Shit, sorry," I said, when I realized that I'd shot my cum all over Jose's calves and shoes. "Hold still." I leaned forward on my hands and knees and began to lick Jose's legs clean. I savored the combined flavors of his salty sweat and my tangy cum. I was so hungry for those flavors that I didn't even mind the random flakes of grass that had stuck to his skin while he was mowing the yard earlier. "Damn, you really are a cum pig," Jose laughed. "Is that a complaint?" "Definitely not," he laughed again. "I'm impressed. Don't forget the shoes." I gave Jose a huge grin and then leaned forward to continue licking his legs clean. "Damn good cum, if I do say so myself," I laughed. With his legs finally all cleaned, I leaned down even farther to clean his shoes as directed. I got them as clean as I could, but there were still stray drops of cum buried under the laces. I started digging my tongue even deeper. "That's good enough," Jose said, stepping back from me and pulling up his shorts. "I'd better get back to work before your mother notices I'm not out there." "Don't worry," I replied, standing up and tucking my cock back into my jeans. "I'm sure she's too busy with Dad's dick at the moment to be concerned about what you're doing with yours." "That's good," he smiled, "because I sure enjoyed it." "Me too," I agreed. "I'm glad Grandpa recommended you to Mom." "Did he?" "For yard work, anyway," I laughed. "I'm sure he'll recommend you to Dad for other services. I know I will." "Your dad?" "Wouldn't you like to do him, or be done by him?" "Your family is sick!" Jose replied with a laugh. "Yeah, ain't it great?" "You fucking bet your ass it is," Jose agreed. "When do I get to meet your dad?" "I'm not enough for you now?" I laughed. "The more the merrier," Jose said. "Who told you our family motto?" I asked with a grin. "Come on, I'll help you with the rest of the work to make up for the time you just lost." "Thanks," Jose replied as he followed me out of the shed. I laughed when I felt him give my ass a firm squeeze before we emerged into the bright sunlight. -- MONDAY -- The Memorial Day barbecue was another big party at the Robinson house. My parents invited anyone and everyone. There were so many people inside and outside the house. I'm not sure why Mom worried so much about the condition of the yard, since it was so packed that no one would have noticed if it had been a little overgrown. Still, I had enjoyed doing Jose while he took a rest from doing the work, so I wasn't complaining. Dad, wearing his corny "Kiss the Cook" apron, was the king of the grill. The apron did its job too; several women stopped by the grill to give him a quick kiss. I'm sure that more than a few of the men would have done the same under different circumstances. There were certainly a number of men who had done more than just kiss me. Unfortunately, most of them were with their wives and families. I was so relieved when my best friend, Larry, and his dad showed up. I'd barely said hello to them before my secret boyfriend, Porter, and his dad arrived. We quickly formed our own little gathering around the drinks table. "Your parents sure throw a nice party," Larry's dad said. "Too bad there are so many women around," Porter's dad chuckled. "Dad," Porter objected softly. "We could go up to my room," I suggested. It was intended an obvious offer of a private place for some quick man-on-man sex. "Sounds good to me," Larry's dad said quickly. "Me too," Porter's dad agreed. "Okay," Larry and Porter said as they grinned and shook their heads at their dads' eagerness. Before we could make a move, however, Mom joined our small group. "Fred, Ralph, I'm so glad you could make it. Have you said hello to Shawn? Come with me. Let's leave the boys to themselves." Mom was definitely a force of nature when she was hosting a party, so Mr. Baxter and Mr. Porter didn't have a chance to object before she dragged them off toward the grill. "I guess we'll have to take care of ourselves," Larry laughed. "Is that offer of a tour of your room still on the table?" Porter asked. "Definite," I said. "Come on." "Where are you boys going in such a hurry?" Coach Jackson asked when we almost ran into him as we rushed into the house. "Up to my room," I said. "Where's Johnny?" "Couldn't make it," Coach Jackson replied with a grin. "He's a bit exhausted after the two of us being home alone for a long weekend. "Lucky Johnny," I said. "Want to join us in my room?" "Are you serious?" Coach Jackson asked. "With a party going on?" "This is nothing compared to the party we have in mind," Larry said. "Yeah, Coach, you should join us," Porter said. "You won't be disappointed," I informed him, in case there was any confusion about what we had in mind. "Is there a lock on that door?" Coach asked. "Definitely," I confirmed. "Then what are we waiting for?" Coach laughed. I led the way through the crowd before Mom could see Coach and take him away too. It had been several weeks since I'd last had my hands on that huge black cock of his, and I wanted it now. ***** I was so excited that I fumbled a bit with the lock on my bedroom door before it was secured and the privacy of our quartet was assured. I couldn't help laughing when I finally turned around and saw that Larry, Porter, and Coach were already stripped to the skin and sporting hard wood. They all three looked at me hungrily, and I eagerly stripped out of my own clothes as well. I held my arms out to my sides and shook my hips so my stiff cock bounced all over the place. "Come and get me, boys," I laughed. The three rushed forward, grabbed me up and tossed me on my bed. "Who's first," I asked, pulling my knees up to my chest and offering up my ass. "Me!" Larry and Porter said together. "Okay, he's your boyfriend," Larry conceded. "You go first." "Sounds good to me," Porter laughed. "Me too," I agreed. "Just get a move on boys," Coach said. "Get him good and open so he can take this thing without screaming the house down." We all laughed as Coach waved his big black cock in my direction. Porter climbed between my legs and asked, "Where's the lube?" "In the nightstand," I replied. "No it isn't," Porter said after leaning over for a quick look. "Oh shit, it's in my gym bag," I said, suddenly remembering and letting my legs relax onto Porter's shoulders. "I left it in the kitchen when we got home yesterday. Damn it!" "Get to salivating boys," Coach ordered as he stepped forward on one side of my bed and grabbed one of my legs. "Oh yeah," Larry laughed, moving to the other side of my bed and grabbing my other leg. "Are you okay with that Davey," Porter asked uncertainly. "Just as long as you and Larry both shoot lots of cum in me," I assured him. "I'm counting on you both. There's no way I can take Coach's cock without it, and I really want to take his cock." "Then let's get spitting," Porter said an instant before dropping his head and spitting a huge gob of saliva smack on my asshole. "You always did have good aim, Baxter," Coach laughed as he used his fingers to work Porter's saliva into my hole. "Thanks, Coach," Porter smiled. Coach leaned in and spit his own mouthful of saliva onto my asshole. He worked it in to join Porter's spit, and then he looked at Larry and said, "Next." "You got it," Larry said, leaning in to add his saliva to theirs. Larry also added his fingers to Coach's fingers, working to open me up and get me ready for Porter. "Just a second," Porter said, and then he let a mouthful of saliva drip from his mouth to his own cock. "That feels good," he muttered as he stroked his cock to spread the saliva along the full length of the shaft. "Are you ready, Davey?" "Definitely," I said, and I hoped I was telling the truth. Coach and Larry slowly slid their fingers out of my ass and Porter quickly pressed his cock head against my asshole as it started to contract. Coach and Larry pulled my legs high and wide, opening me up to Porter's invasion as much as they could. "Now or never," Coach said. "Now," Porter confirmed and pressed his cock forward. As if by mutual agreement, Coach and Larry both spit more saliva on my asshole and Porter's cock. "Oh fuck," Porter muttered as the spit hit his dick. The surprise made him jump slightly and his cock forced its way into my tight ass. "Oh fuck," I groaned as my ass tried to accommodate Porter's burrowing cock. "You can do it," Coach encouraged me. "Yeah, take it Davey," Larry said. "You've done it before." "More than once," Porter laughed as his cock continued to open me up and fill me up at the same time. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax my ass to welcome Porter into me. "That's a boy," Coach said as Porter fully impaled me on his cock and rested for a moment to let me recover. "I'll never get tired of fucking your ass, Davey," Porter said softly and seriously. "I hope not," I said. "Okay, go for it." Porter started a slow fucking motion, and the pain in my ass quickly turned to pleasure as my boyfriend and I became one. For a brief moment, we were the only two people in the room. We looked only at each other, and we felt only each other. The moment passed quickly when Coach and Larry spit more saliva on the point where Porter's cock joined with my ass. "Oh yeah," Porter sighed, pressing his hands firmly against the back of my thighs and pumping his cock slowly and deeply into my ass. "You're gonna get a penalty for delay of game if you keep up that pace," Coach laughed. "Yeah, fuck him, Porter," Larry said. "I want my turn too." "Fuck me, Porter," I said to let him know I was ready for it now. "Hard and fast." "Hard and fast," Porter grunted as he increased his pace and his power. "You've got it." I moaned when I felt Coach and Larry both sliding their free hands all over my chest. Each grabbed a nipple between thumb and forefinger and began to twist. "Fuck yeah," I groaned, lifting my chest to press into their hands. They took the signal and increased the pressure. "Yes," I moaned, slamming my head back against the pillow. In a few minutes, quicker than he or I would normally have liked, Porter moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Davey." "Yes," I groaned. "Yes. Do it, Porter." "Fill him with cum," Larry said. "Get him good and lubed for my cock." "Fuck yeah," I moaned as Porter slammed his cock into me again and again and again. Deep and hard. Deep and hard. DEEP! "Oh god," Porter grunted as he clutch my thighs and his crotch trembled against my ass. "I'm cumming, Davey. I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm cumming!" "Yes," I sighed as Porters cum poured into me and filled my ass. "Oh yeah," Porter groaned as he pressed himself upright and his cock slid out of me. I could feel cum trickle down my ass crack, and I regretted the waste. At the same time, I knew that meant there was plenty of cum to lube my chute for Larry's cock. "Time to send in the second string," Coach said. "You got it, Coach," Larry said. He and Porter quickly changed places. I felt Larry's cock begin to force its way into me, but then I was distracted by Porter, who leaned in to kiss me deeply. "I love you," he whispered in my ear for only me to hear when he finally broke the kiss. "You too," I mouthed back to him silently. "Oh yeah, love fucking your cum-filled ass," Larry groaned, and I turned my attention to him. "Then fuck me, you bastard," I laughed. "Let me know there's something going on down there." "Fuck you," Larry grunted. "I thought that's what you were going to do," I laughed. "When are you going to start?" Larry's cock felt good working my ass, but I just loved to give him shit occasionally. What else are best friends for? "Take this, you fucker," Larry said between gritted teeth as he began slamming his cock into me with more power than he'd ever done before. I think he was trying to show off for Coach, and I didn't want to let Larry down. "Oh yeah, that's it, Larry. Damn, that feels good. Fuck me, Bud. Show me what you've got." "You're so tight," Larry grunted. He was fucking so hard and fast that he was out of breath already, but he didn't show any signs of slowing down. The sweat began to drip off of his body and splatter onto mine as his cock churned the cum in my ass to a good froth. I enjoyed Larry fucking me for several minutes, during which he occasionally slowed down to catch his breath before resuming his furious fucking pace. He'd fucked me often enough that I knew when he was almost finished. "Add your cum to Porter's," I said when the moment came. "Pump that hot cum into me, Larry." "Fuck yeah," Larry grunted as he plunged his cock into me one last time and threw his head backward to look at the ceiling while his body quaked. "I'm cumming, Davey. I'm cumming." "Do it, Bud," I groaned. "Shoot that load into me. You know how much I like your cum, Larry." "Oh fuck" Larry sighed as he slumped forward. Satisfied. Balls empty. "Thanks, Bud," he laughed as his cock slid out of me. "Any time," I replied with a wink. "Time for the A-team," Coach said as he climbed onto the bed. His 6'6" frame loomed over me, and his huge black cock stood proudly. For a moment, I definitely had second thoughts. "I really hope you two shot a lot of cum up my ass," I said seriously. "I know I did," Porter laughed. "Me too," Larry agreed as they grabbed my legs and spread me wide open again. "You know I want this," Coach said, "but if you can't take it without real lube, let me know. There's no need to be a martyr." "Okay, Coach," I said, willing every muscle in my body to relax. I took a huge breath and exhaled slowly. When I finally thought I was ready, I said, "Put it in, Coach." Coached swirled the big tip of his cock in the cum that was leaking out of my asshole, and I groaned with pleasure. As he pressed his cock forward, my hands shot out and I gripped Larry and Porter by their forearms. "Damn," Coach muttered when his cock slipped in the cum and slid up over my own balls and cock. "Concentrate on your target, Coach," Porter laughed. "Shut the fuck up," Coach said with obvious annoyance and frustration as he repositioned his monster at my rear entrance. He held his cock in one hand and placed his other on my ass, with his thumb helping to force my hole open. "Here it comes," he said confidently as he touched his cock head to my asshole again and began to press forward. With his hand guiding his dick, there was no chance of it slipping again. I gasped sharply as Coach's big black cock suddenly lurched forward and the head forced its way into me. "Oh fuck," I groaned. I'm not sure if the groan was a result of pleasure or pain, but I knew I didn't want Coach to stop. "Deeper," I said after catching my breath. "Go deeper." "Just relax, Davey," Coach said soothingly as he pressed forward with his hips and his stiff piece of meat slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. I gulped air and then exhaled. "Deeper," I repeated. "Deeper." "You've got it," Coach said as he continued his drilling. "Fuck, Davey," Larry said. "He's almost all the way in." "Thank god," I groaned. "Are you okay?" Porter asked. "Fuck yeah," I moaned, looking at Porter with a smile. "You've gotta try this sometime." "Whenever he wants," Coach replied. "I always thought Baxter's white ass was off limits to guys. Now that I know better, I definitely wanna get me some." "Just take care of Davey for now," Porter said. I knew he was excited by the thought of getting fucked by Coach's black cock, but I also knew he was worried about me. "Thanks, Porter," I groaned, and he leaned down to give me another kiss. "Okay, Coach," I said, relaxing the death-grip I'd been using on Larry and Porter. With a grunt, Coach started to withdraw his cock slowly. "Mmmm, nice white cum-filled ass. Just what I like." "Except when Johnny's around," Larry laughed. "That goes without saying," Coach joked back. "Here goes, Davey." "Oh yeah," I moaned as Coach forced his cock back deep inside of me. Without pausing this time, he pulled out and then plunged back in. As I got used to the monster invasion, I continued to moan and groan with pleasure on a more frequent basis to match Coach's motions. "White boy likes black cock, don't he," Coach observed when he had achieved a steady, deep fucking motion. "Yes, Coach. Oh yes," I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth on the pillow. Porter leaned in and began to suck on my nipple. I quickly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter to me. Larry took that opportunity to lean in and suck on my other nipple, so I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter to me too. "Oh god, yes," I groaned as my body succumbed to the stimulation overload. I continued thrashing my head back and forth, and I began to work my hips to meet every thrust of Coach's cock. I wanted him as deep in me as I could get him. I lost all track of time. It could have been minutes or hours. I had no idea. I was so completely lost in being fucked by Coach. Suddenly, I felt him slap my ass hard. And I mean hard! My eyes flew open in surprise. "Tighten up," Coach ordered. "Yes, Sir," I replied without thinking. I wasn't sure I could tighten up after being fucked by Porter, Larry, and now Coach's huge cock, but I did my best. Apparently, it was good enough. "That's better," Coach grunted as he increased his tempo. He began to slam the breath out of me, and he occasionally attacked my ass with a hard sharp slap to remind me how tight he wanted it. "Oh fuck, Davey, you're unbelievable," Coach groaned. "Damn, I hope you have room up there for another load." "Cum on me, Coach. Come on me," I begged. "If that's what you want," Coach moaned. "Yes, oh, yes," I assured him. "I want to be covered in your cum!" "Then get ready," Coach said. He pulled his cock out of my ass and shifted forward slightly so his balls were slapping against my balls. His fists both flew up and down that long black shaft. "Oh yeah," Larry said. "Cum for us, Coach. Show us what you've got." In his excitement, Larry twisted my nipple a bit too hard even for me. "Oh fuck, Larry," I grunted. "Shit yeah," Coach moaned suddenly. "Cover him in cum, Coach," Porter ordered as he reached down and began to jack my cock rapidly in unison with Coach's jacking. "OH FUCK," Coach moaned, and an instant later, rope after rope after rope of thick white cum spewed out of that thick black cock. It splashed from my head to my stomach. Some flew wide and hit Larry, while other loads fell down on Porter's hand and were quickly worked into the flesh of my cock. The sudden sensation of my cock pumping back and forth through Porter's fist and Coach's hot cum was more than I could stand. As I frantically rubbed Coach's cum all over my body, my own cock erupted in Porter's fist and sent loads of cum shooting out and splashing down to mix with Coach's deposit. I started to laugh when Porter and Larry finally released my legs and began licking my body to swallow as much cum as they could. "Save some for me," I moaned as I let my legs relax down onto the mattress. "Mmmm, that feels nice," I sighed as Coach gently forced his cock down to rub against my own spent cock. "It sure did," Coach agreed. I had scooped up some cum from my chest and was savoring the salty mixture when there was a pounding on my bedroom door. I nearly bit off my own fingers, but I managed to avoid that disaster and just licked them clean before asking, "Who is it?" "Your father. There's someone here to see you." "I'll be there in a minute," I called back as Larry and Porter obligingly continued to lick my body clean. Even Coach leaned down to help out by licking my cock and balls clean. "Thanks, guys," I said. "Thank you," they replied in unison, and we all started to laugh. "You and your friends should get downstairs as quick as you can," Dad called from the other side of the door. "We will," I called back. "Just a couple minutes." ***** After using deodorant and spearmint chewing gum as the quick solutions to masking what we'd been up to, Porter, Larry, and I stumbled down the stairs, punching each other in the arms as we went. Coach followed casually behind, shaking his head but smiling with satisfaction. "Oh, hi, Dad," I said when we found him waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "We were just--" "I'm pretty sure I know what you 'were just' up to," Dad laughed, and we all relaxed. "I assume you were looking after the boys, Coach." "I did my best," Coach replied with a grin. "Then go get some food as your reward," Dad said. "I can guarantee I've already had my reward," Coach laughed, "but I did work up quite an appetite getting it. Come on, boys." Coach walked past Porter, Larry, and me. All three of us started to follow him, but Dad grabbed my arm. "No you. You have a visitor." "Oh yeah," I said looking around. "Mr. Fisher!" I cried when I saw him standing at the side of the stairs. "I'm glad you could make it." Mr. Fisher looked around nervously and then said, "Call me Henry. If you want." "Sure, Henry, no problem. Are you hungry?" "I know I had a lot to drink the other day," Henry started haltingly. "No problem," I assured him. "But I didn't drink so much that I don't remember what you two did for me," he continued. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just remained silent and gave Dad a quick glance. "I've missed my dad and brother for more years than I care to count, and you two gave them back to me for a short time. I'll never forget it." "I won't either," I said, reaching out and grasping his hand. My touch caused him to glance around like some nervous animal being hunted, so I just gave his hand a quick squeeze and let it go. "I'll never mind Memorial Day quite so much now," he continued. "I'm glad to hear it," I assured him. "Now, follow me, and we'll get you some food." Dad gave me an approving nod as I walked past him and Mr. Fisher, Henry, followed me. "You have to meet some of my friends. I'm sure you'll like them. I know they'll like you. Are you staying with us tonight? You have to. It will be too late for you to drive home after the party winds down." I stopped and turned to face Henry and he nearly ran into me. "You can sleep in my room," I said softly so no one else could hear. "And you can tell me all about your dad and brother." "I'd like that," Henry said with a tear welling in his eye. "But what about your mother?" "Oh, she'll put you in the guest room. Don't worry, though, I'll come get you when the coast is clear, and I'll be sure to have you tucked safely back in the guest room before she sounds the breakfast call." "You really do remind me of my brother," Henry said, and the threatening tear finally spilled over and ran down his cheek. "I'm glad," I said, wiping away the tear without caring what any onlookers might think. "I've always wanted a big brother. Now, let's get you something to eat, Big Brother." "You sure do walk funny," Henry laughed as he followed me through the house. "Only on special occasions," I said over my shoulder. "I'll tell you about that tonight," I added before we emerged into the back yard. "Hey, Porter," I called, "I've got someone you have to meet. Larry, you know Henry." It turned out that I wasn't the only one who'd always wanted a big brother, so Henry quickly had three new younger brothers to help him through the rough times. And speaking of rough times, Coach and his big black cock gave my ass a few more rough times before the summer was over, but I was never one to complain. Grunt, groan, moan, scream, sigh, and thrash around wildly, yes, but never complain. ------------------- Hope you enjoyed this latest holiday celebration. 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