Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2018 18:08:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 46

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 46" {Rob} (MB anal incest)

Just a short chapter to end the day. I wrote it and then let it sit because
of other things. Now I've been rereading it and making a few revisions. Rob
at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 46 – Tuesday Evening, Daddy's Home

	After the two basketball jocks had filled Steve's mouth and
already-full ass with their loads and left him to dump out whatever he
could and straighten up in the locker room, he decided he'd had enough for
the day. He'd already missed half of his fourth period class, and he didn't
feel up to PE and fucking around with Roy and Coach Henderson! He went to
the nurse's office and told Nurse Johnson he hadn't gone to study hall
because he didn't feel well.  She looked at him and said he did look
flushed, although he didn't have any fever. Would he be able to get home by
himself? He assured her he would be alright getting home on his bile, and
once he got home and rested he would be okay. After calling his mother and
getting her agreement, she told him she would notify his fourth period
teacher and Coach Thomas. Then she sent Steve on his way home.
	While riding his bicycle home, his phone buzzed. It was his mother
calling to check on him. "I'm okay, Mom. My stomach's just a little
upset. Yeah, it started just before fourth period....I'm almost there. I
feel better already....See you later....Love you too."
	Arriving at his house Steve went straight up to his room, stripped
off his clothes and got in the shower. He gave himself a good washing and
cleaning out and, after putting on some comfortable clothes, set to work on
his homework, catching up on a few things he had let slide.
	Later, while he was still working, his phone rang. It was Jim
wondering why he didn't see Steve at the beginning of fifth period. Steve
told him about Daniel and Julio fucking him in the locker room during
fourth period, and that he didn't feel up to PE. Jim was angry and talked
about getting in the two basketball players' faces and ordering them to
leave off. Telling them that Steve was under Jim's and Rob's protection as
well as other members of the baseball team; Jake, Stephen and Sammy. Steve
calmed him down agreeing that they shouldn't have ambushed him like they
did, but confessing that he sort of liked it once they got started.
	"You liked it, them almost raping you? Fucking you with both their
cocks at the same time? You are a little slut, you little whore!" Jim
laughed. "But we can't let them get away with treating you like that. Soon,
every horny jock in the school will be knowing about you and thinking they
can use you to get their rocks off."
	"Yeah. I know. Maybe we, you and Roy and I, can talk to them so
they won't be bragging around about what they did. They can still use me,
but just keep quiet about it." Jim seemed to be satisfied with that
suggestion, and they hung up.
	A while later the phone rang again. Steve saw it was Roy Atkins. He
thought about not answering, but after a moment's hesitation, he did.
"Where the fuck were you, bitch? I wanted another fuck! Hank was wantin' a
piece of that hot ass, too! I could tell!" (`surprise, surprise' thought
Steve, remembering the fucking Hank and Mr. Thomas, had given him the other
Saturday.) "I had to talk him into us jacking each other off! I did finally
get him down on his knees sucking my cock! He kept moaning about being
married and that he'd never done anything like that before! He wasn't as
good as you, but I finally painted his tonsils and face with my second
load, and I'm sure he's gonna learn to be a good, eager little cocksucker
by the time I get finished with him! He just needs a little training, learn
who's boss! But, Bitch! I thought I had you trained! You're supposed to be
there for my cock whenever I need to fuck!..."
	Steve listened calmly to the rest of the tirade from his alpha
classmate until Roy finally sputtered to a stop. Then Steve explained that
he hadn't felt well and had gone home during fourth period. After Roy
grumbled a little more about Steve's not being there to take care of his
cock with his pussy ass and his place in their relationship, they hung up,
and Steve got back to his studies.
	When his mom got home, he was ready to help with dinner and spend
some quiet time with her. They were both looking forward to Captain Andrews
coming home later in the evening to begin his days off duty.
	At ten o'clock, when his dad hadn't gotten home, Steve told his mom
he was tired and was going to bed. "Aren't you going to wait up to see Dad?
He's probably gotten delayed by something at the station."
	"I'm pretty tired. I'll see him in the morning before I go to
school."
	"You know he likes to sleep in his first day back."
	"Yeah, but I don't have to go to school till later, some kind of
teachers' training the first period."
	"Okay, dear. You know he'll probably check on you before he goes to
bed in case you aren't asleep yet."
	"Yeah, I know. Good night, Mom," he said as he gave her a peck on
the cheek and headed upstairs. He got out of his clothes and climbed into
his cruddy bed, loving the feel of the stiff sheets rubbing against his
smooth naked body, thick and stiff and smelling of all the loads of cum
that had been shot onto them; his, his dad's, Blake's and Stephen's, Jim's,
Mr. Evans'. He couldn't remember who else's.
       Although his mom, at his dad's suggestion, didn't bother about his
bedroom, anymore, he knew that soon she would start asking him when he had
changed the bed last, and he would have to wash the sheets and start back
all over getting them cum-smelling and stiff the way he liked.
	Steve quickly dozed off into a restless sleep. His mind was full of
cocks, big hard cocks pumping out slimy precum and shooting out thick,
lumpy loads of the real thing – cocks in his mouth and in his ass –
two cocks pumping in and out of his stretched out asshole – men's cocks
– jock-boy cocks – big thick-skinned, uncut shafts hiding dark fiery
knobs shiny with the secretions of raunchy men – big mushroom-headed
cocks – cocks in his mouth – cocks in his ass. As he twisted and
turned in his sleep, he managed to kick the sheet off the bed, leaving his
naked body sprawled out on his stomach, his legs crooked up and spread, his
ass pushed up and slightly open.
       That was what his dad saw when he opened the bedroom door and stuck
his head in. What a sight! His handsome, muscular teenage son spread out in
front of him. His hard, round little ass partially open to his gaze, giving
just a glimpse into the depths of the smooth shadowy cleft where the almost
naked man knew the tight pink little pucker was hiding.
       Captain Andrews had already had his shower and was wearing only a
terrycloth bathrobe. Mrs. Andrews was in their bathroom having a leisurely
soak, douching and relaxing before the lovemaking she was eagerly
anticipating with her intensely virile, big-cocked husband. It had been
days since she had felt his lips and tongue eating out her pussy, kissing
and chewing on her horny clit, since she had felt his thick cock pounding
up inside her still-tight cunt.
	The man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him,
loosening his robe and letting it fall open as he walked to the side of his
son's bed. His huge, thick cock was already half-hard as it swayed from
side to side, the big mushroom head that crowned his virile manhood
bouncing over his cum-filled balls moving slightly in their hairy loose
sack that hung down between his hard, hairy thighs.
	He reached down and caressed the two twin melons with his hard,
calloused hand before running his thick fingers down into the inviting
crack. Steve, feeling the probing invaders, moaned in his sleep and moved
his ass slightly in response. The invading digits caused the still-sleeping
boy to spread his legs and pull them up, raising his ass slightly, inviting
more of the man's exploration. While still probing down toward the smooth,
hot depths of the entrance to his son's most private place, not private to
him nor to many others, but still a place of mystery and pleasure, he
briefly wondered how his masculine-looking high-school son could be the
cock-hungry, always-horny faggot ready to be used by alpha studs, men or
boys, that he knew he was.
	But those thoughts quickly went away. Steve was his son and he
loved him the same whether he was gay or straight. He might have some
thoughts, wishes, that sometime in the next few years; his boy might awaken
to the pleasure that could be gotten from sex with girls. After all, his
closest and best friend and fuckbuddy, the friend Captain Andrews had long
ago realized was the leader of the pair, was definitely straight. Even
though Jim was now willingly using what his son was offering him, he would
assuredly soon be engaging in the straight sex available to any
good-looking jock member of the Varsity baseball team. Who knew? Would he
encourage Steve to try that route? Captain Andrews shrugged his broad
muscular shoulders. It didn't matter. Right now Steve wanted to have sex
with his dad and his dad's friends and other males his age and older. What
the future held wouldn't make any difference to the relationship between
father and son.
       John Andrews was broad-minded. His sex-drive was and always had been
huge. He had used females and faggots in high school and college
indiscriminately. Since he had married his high school sweetheart, he had
been completely faithful to his wife. That is, he had never had sex with
another woman. That didn't mean he hadn't used numerous hot young gay
firefighters who worked with and later under him and others he had run
across at conventions. He'd used caddies and other younger men who had come
on to him at the country club, and other places where men gathered, to
satisfy his needs over the years. His entire career as a firefighter had
entailed regular periods of being on duty, times when his wife was
unavailable to satisfy his needs. When he accidently found out about his
son's sexual proclivities, he definitely wasn't going to pass up what was
on offer in his own household.
	As his fingers probed deeper into the inviting valley, encouraged
by the continuing and increasing moans of the sleeping boy, he moved up to
stand closer to the head of the bed. He shrugged off the bathrobe, letting
it fall to the floor, and flopped his long, thick cock onto the bed just
beside his son's outstretched hand. With ease, he picked it up and placed
it on top of the throbbing, blood-engorged tube of flesh.
	Even asleep the boy recognized what was under his hand and he
automatically closed his fingers around the hot thickness and began to
massage the hardening shaft. The captain reached down and placed his other
hand at the back of his son's head and pulled it closer to the bloated
mushroom-shaped knob that was pumping out slime from the miniature mouth
opening and closing as the blood pumped up through the hardening shaft, and
the soft hand that was working the thickening cockshaft continued its
ministrations. The pressure on his head, the feel of the swelling cock in
his hand and the pungent smell of the cocksnot that was oozing out of the
wide-open slit that was being pressed against his lips began to bring Steve
out of his sleep. His mouth opened slightly to suck on the tip end of shiny
red knob. As his eyes slowly opened and focused on the cock and then up the
hard hairy stomach and chest to his father's face, he exclaimed, "Dad!"
	"Shh! Keep it down, baby! Your mom's in the bath, and I thought I'd
get a piece of my boy's tail to warm me up, get me primed for the second
round with your mother. Get your mouth down on my cock and get it harder so
I can fuck that hot, tight ass-cunt I've been thinking about the past few
days."
	"Oh, Dad, Yeah!" the boy said as he moved closer and wrapped his
lips around the almost hard thickness of his father's cock. As he sucked it
into the back of his mouth, he felt the first of his dad's big fingers
enter his tight hole. "Ohhh Yeah, Daddy!" he moaned around the hard pole
that was forcing itself halfway down his throat. After Captain Andrews had
massaged two more fingers into his son's loosening pussy, he pulled his
cock out of the suctioning mouth and moved around to kneel on the bed
between Steve's legs.
	"Spread `em," he growled authoritatively as his strong arms pushed
the legs farther apart before the big knob of his ramrod nuzzled deep into
the crack seeking the hidden pucker that was leaking out the juices that
had been stirred up by his three big fingers. Finding its target, the big
mushroom head easily opened up the welcoming hole and slid in until the
rubbery sphincter snapped tightly behind the flange of the huge glans.
	"Ohhh, Daddy! It's so good to have you in me! I've missed your big
cock in my pussy while you've been away."
	"Oh yeah! You've missed Daddy fucking you while I've been gone,
huh? Haven't you had any other cocks to fill your cunt? Hasn't Jim been
taking care of my boy's hungry ass? What about that new fucker? Roy? The
principal's son? What about that new teacher you talked so much about last
time I was home?" the captain teasingly whispered in his son's ear as he
pushed inch after thick inch up into Steve's hot caressing bowels. Fully
embedded, he began the long in and out thrusts of a rough fuck. "I bet
you've had plenty of cocks up in this hole while Daddy's been down at the
firehouse working! Take that cock! Take Daddy's cock like a good little
whore! Squeeze it! Squeeze that hungry hole around Daddy's cock! Make Daddy
know his little faggot loves having his daddy's big cock fucking in and out
his sweet, tight pussy!" the captain growled as he fucked, pounding in and
out, short strokes and long, moving his ramrod in little circles as he
pushed deeper and deeper into his boy's guts.
	"Oh yeah, Daddy. They've all fucked me. I've had lots of cocks in
my pussy, but not as good as yours. I've missed your big daddy-dick."
	"Well, I'm gonna breed you good now! Yeah here it comes! Squeeze
that pussy! Milk your daddy's cock! Make me empty my balls. Breed you with
my daddy-sperm! The sperm that made you! Take your daddy's load up your
tight boy-pussy! Yeah! Take it! Take it, baby! Oh sweet baby! Daddy loves
his hot little faggot son!" the captain growled into his son's ear as he
unloaded his first blast of cum up into his guts, then another and another
as Steve worked his ass muscles and the big cock stroked into the depths of
his tight insides. "Good! That's good! I've missed that," he sighed as he
lowered his heavy body onto his son's smooth back, crushing him down with
the hairy mass of muscle into the cruddy sheet, wet with two thick loads
that Steve's hard cock had shot under his belly as his dad was fucking him
and then filling him up.
	Steve turned his head toward his daddy's face that was resting on
his shoulder. "Oh, Daddy, I love you. I love your big dick fucking me,
filling me with your thick daddy-cum."
       "And I love you, my handsome, studly, pussy-boy son. When I think
about you getting fucked by Jim, Roy, all the horny studs you give yourself
to, using you, filling you with their hard stud cocks, filling you with
their thick loads, my cock gets hard and I think, `It doesn't matter how
many men fuck my boy, how many men he gives himself to or I give him to,
he'll always spread his legs and open his pussy for his daddy. He's always
my pussy-boy. Even if he should learn to use his hard cock to fuck girls,
marry and have kids, he'll always be ready to open his pussy for his
daddy.' Isn't that so?" he said as he pressed his lips against his son's in
a long, slow, loving kiss.  The first kiss! Never before in the weeks they
had been having sex had Captain Andrews kissed his son on his lips!
       As their mouths parted and the captain raised his head away from
Steve's, he moaned, "No! Never! I'm yours for always, Daddy."
       Raising up and slowly withdrawing his still half-hard cock from his
son's cum-filled ass-cunt, the big man climbed down off the bed. He came
over for Steve to clean off his thick, dripping cock. When it was cleaned
to their satisfaction, the man bent over and kissed his son on his
cheek. Then, reaching to pick up his bathrobe and pulling it onto his big
frame, he said as he headed for the door, "Now I've got to get to your
mother. She's gonna want this big cock just like you. I'll save my used
rubbers. You'll like that, won't you, your daddy's cum and your mommy's
cunt juices?"
       The door closed and Steve went back to sleep, a satisfied sleep not
disturbed by dreams of cocks and cum. He'd had the cock he loved the most
and knew he would have it again and again over the next few days!"