Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 15:05:23 -0700 (PDT) From: James Spaulding Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, part 6 That next morning, Dad came in and woke me up. I looked at the clock: 8:15. "What the hell, Dad? I'm on vacation." I rolled over. "Come on, Alex. Joe Jenkins asked for you." I was too groggy and half asleep to worry as I would have under other circumstances. Besides, I doubt Mr. Jenkins - or Chad - could ever tell my folks about my proclivities; they had enjoyed themselves just as much as I had. I got out of bed. Walked to the door. Only to realize that my cock was still in the throws of its morning boner. "Aren't you going to put on some clothes, Alex?" I turned. Dad was looking at me. I was wearing my boxers, but my erection was evident. I guess I wasn't thinking. Usually I am pretty shy around my folks. I got embarrassed. I tried to hide the fact that my cock was kind of standing at attention. I guess I failed. Dad laughed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Alex. It's natural." Dad turned to leave. Turned around. "And it's impressive, young man." He laughed on his way to the kitchen. I threw on a pair of shorts and followed Dad into the kitchen. Mr. Jenkins was sitting at the table. I'm pretty sure he threw a quick glance at my crotch, pleased to see the last of my morning boner. "Hey, Alex. Your folks told me they were going to go shopping today. And you had nothing planned. I've rented a boat for the day. Chad and I were thinking of taking her out. Do some fishing. Enjoy the ocean. Want to join us?" OK. Now this was getting interesting. I had just given father and son a blowjob last night. And less than eight hours later, I'm invited to spend the day with them. I could only imagine the sort of adventure that I'd been hoping for ever since I met the Jenkins a few days ago. "Yeah. That'd be fun." "Good. Get your stuff and meet us in the parking lot in ten minutes. Can you make it?" I thought: fuck yeah, I can make it. "It won't take long." And it didn't. I hopped in the shower. Threw on a clean pair of shorts. A t-shirt. Sandals. And was out the door. Mr. Jenkins was packing their mini van. He laughed when he saw me. "Fuck, Alex. You can hurry when you need to. Looks like you're pretty excited to go fishing..." I looked at him. He laughed. "We're going to have a good time. Chad and I talked after you left last night. I was pretty fuckin' worried that the boy would hate me or something. But no problem. He got up this morning. Still wanted to take the boat out. And he actually suggested we invite you. Go figure." "Do you think..." "Come on, Alex. Chad's my son. I'm not going to fuck around with him. And he sure as fuck isn't going to fuck around with me, either. I don't think Chad's that way." And he sure as fuck doesn't think is father is that way, either. But I kept my comment to myself. I was disappointed; I'd hoped for some planned tryst. Turns out that Mr. Jenkins had no tryst in mind. Chad joined us. "Hey, bro." He punched my shoulder. Evidently in a good mood. "I'm glad you decided to join us." "Yeah. Thanks for asking." "No problem, Bro. Dad and I could use an extra hand on the boat, and Tim is too young - and he hates fishing." We drove to the harbor, and our small talk suggested no one felt awkward following our evening activity. That was good. But I was also disappointed. I don't like to fish. I guess I got caught up in my fantasy world. I decided to let go of my lust. As much as possible. But as soon as we got on the boat and entered the gulf, but Mr. Jenkins and Chad took off their shirts. Right away, my lust returned. I admired Chad's stocky chest, covered in dark hair. I also admired his father's chest. A little less hair, a little less stocky, but still defined and muscular. We drove the boat out of sight of land. The waves were gentle; there was only slight movement as Chad dropped anchor. "Hey, Chad, is it too early to have a beer?" Mr. Jenkins had reached into the cooler. "Jimmy Buffet's certain it's five o'clock somewhere. So am I." They laughed. "How about it, Alex. Want a beer?" I looked at my watch. It was half past 11:00. "Sure. It's something like 5:30 in London. I think we're a little late." With that, we began drinking. And as the day progressed, it seemed as thought drinking - and smoking pot - were the only real plans for the day. After a few beers, Mr. Jenkins threw me a sandwich. We ate. We drank some more. And we kind of watched our fishing poles. It didn't take long for me to realize how different Chad's relationship with his father was. Totally laid back. Hell, they got stoned together. I guess last night's blowjob was just another exciting adventure for Joe Jenkins and Son. By 2:00, it was pretty evident all three of us were pretty drunk and very stoned. "Let's go for a dip." And with those words Chad jumped in the gulf. Mr. Jenkins and I soon followed suit. The water was cold, but the sun had been hot, so the cooling off felt great. We floated for a will. Horsed around for a while. And soon were back on the boat. "Shit, we forgot towels." "Dad, it's no big deal. The sun is hot" We sat in the sun, letting its heat dry our skin. Chad opened another beer, looked at me, and winked. "Thanks for the blowjob last night. I was pretty horned up." I drank from my beer. Swallowed. "I'm glad you liked it." Mr. Jenkins joined in. "Yeah. That was certainly and interesting evening you gave us, Alex. Very interesting." Were they going there? Was it planned? I know that I was rock hard. And looking at Chad, I got a feeling he was there too. I adjusted myself. Mr. Jenkins took another drink from his beer. "Are you horny again, Alex?" Chad looked at his Dad, laughed. "Dad, he's 17. Everyone's horny at 17." Mr. Jenkins looked at his son. "Are you telling me, your horny too?" "Dad, I'm seventeen." And then Chad's hand moved to his crotch. He began to stroke his erection. Mr. Jenkins laughed. Drank some more. And his hand moved to his crotch. "Fuck, I'm 52 and I'm horny all the time." He continued to stroke his cock, looked at me, then looked at his son. He reached for the waste band of his swimsuit. He undid the strings, and pulled out his erection. In no time at all, Chad followed suit. I watched as father and son stroked their cocks, fascinated with each other, obviously transfixed by the Jenkins' family penis. I was so caught up in the father and son masturbation, that I had yet to free my cock from my swimsuit. "What's the matter, Alex? You tell me you're not horny?" I needed no more prodding. My cock was soon in my hands. I watched as Mr. Jenkins spat in his hand, lubing his cock. I watched as Chad did the same. Father and son included me in their circle jerk, but both seemed most interested in the other. We'd gotten this far. I wanted more. I got on my knees before Mr. Jenkins and began to suck his cock. Chad got up and sat next to his father. I looked up at Chad. His gaze was fixed on his father's penis, watching as my mouth engulfed it. My hand moved to Chad's cock; it began to stroke it. The father's cock was in my mouth. The son's cock was in my hand. I was a happy boy. All of a sudden, Mr. Jenkins stood up. He reached for me, and brought me to my feet. "You shouldn't have to do all the work." And with those words, he knelt before me. He mouth went to my cock, and as he had done two nights earlier, his began to suck my cock in earnest. I looked at Chad. He was obviously shocked. But not so shocked that he stopped stroking his cock. "Fuck, Dad." Mr. Jenkins' mouth left my cock. "It's not so bad, Son." And he went back to work. My gaze went back and forth between father and son. Even as Mr. Jenkins sucked my cock, he was still fascinated with his son, fascinated by the way his son watched his father suck cock, fascinated by the way his son stroked his own thick boner. I was fascinated by both men. Chad stood up and climbed on the boat seat, balancing himself by placing his hand on the hood. He stood before me. I needed no more information. My mouth was soon surrounding Chad's thick cock. My hands moved to his asshole. My fingers started playing with his hairy hole. Chad turned around, his ass in my face. My hands spread his cheeks and my tongue began to lick his hole, piercing it however briefly. Chad moaned. "Fuck, Alex." Mr. Jenkins stopped sucking my cock, stood up, and watched as I cleaned his son's ass. "Beautiful." Chad moaned some more. I moved my mouth from Chad's ass. Chad turned around. He looked at me. He looked at his Dad. He jumped from the seat and knelt before me. He looked at his Dad once more. His dad nodded. And Chad's mouth slowly swallowed my cock. My hands moved to his muscular shoulders. I watched as his spit replaced his father's spit. It took a while for Chad to swallow all of my inches, but he was determined, and his determination paid off. Chad was soon swallowing all of me, his spit spilled from his mouth. His father knelt next to him. "That's it, Chad." Mr. Jenkins watched as his son sucked my cock. He watched as I removed my spit covered cock and placed it before his lips. Soon his mouth replaced his sons. Chad was even more fascinated, his face so close to his father's face. I watched as Mr. Jenkins took my cock from his mouth and moved it to his son's mouth. Chad and his father took turns, my cock slick with their shared spit. And then they were both sucking my cock. Father and son. I watched as they shared my inches. Their tongues met. And then their mouth's left my cock. Father and son were kissing one another. Each mouth was greedy for the other. I stroked my spit-covered cock. I could hold back no longer. This scene was too much. "I'm going to cum." Father and son stopped kissing as my cum began to cover their faces. I watched as Mr. Jenkins moved my cock to his son's mouth. Chad hungrily swallowed my seed. His father hungrily cleaned his face, his tongue licking my cum from Chad's stubbled chin. "Stand up, Chad." Chad stood before his father, waiting for what was to come. I watched as Mr. Jenkins took his son's cock, doing his best to swallow Chad's girth. Chad's hands moved to his nipples. He pulled. I got up and began to lick them, gently biting, gently pulling. Chad's hips began to move. He began to fuck his father's mouth. I knew Chad was soon ready to explode. His father's hand moved to his shaft. His other hand cupped his son's balls. "Dad...Dad....I'm gonna cum." And I watched as the father took all of his son's seed. I never saw a drop spill from Mr. Jenkins's. He ate it all. Chad's orgasm lasted a while, and still his father swallowed. Chad removed his now-tender cock from his father's mouth. Mr. Jenkins wasn't finished. He used his hands to gently milk the last of his son's semen. I watched as he licked Chad's cock head, savoring every last drop of cum still spilling from his cock's slit. Chad looked at his father. "Daddy, you haven't cum yet." Mr. Jenkins stood up. His hands grabbing his massively engorged cock. "I know, Baby." Chad moved to kneel before his father. I watched as yet again, another Jenkins swallowed cock. Chad was so eager to swallow his father's penis he gagged. He slowed his movements, and was soon swallowing his father as beautifully as he had swallowed me. After we shot our loads, we caught our breath. Mr. Jenkins pulled Chad close to him. "Are you OK, Chad?" He kissed the top of Chad's head. Chad looked up at his dad. "It's kinda weird." Mr. Jenkins continued to hold Chad. His hands massaged Chad's shoulders. "That it is." "Have you ever... I mean have you..." Have I done this before? Yeah. Quite a few times." "Like, are you...are you gay or something?" "Maybe something. I mean I like messing around with guys. But I love messing around with women." "So like you and Mom..." Yes. Your mom and I have a normal relationship." "Does she know?" "Yeah. She knows. She just doesn't like to know the details." Chad laughed. The first sign that he seemed to OK with what had happened. "Yeah. Like this detail would totally fuck her up." His dad pulled him closer. Bent to kiss his nose. "Yes, this detail would totally fuck her up. Our secret. Right Bud?" "Like who am I going to tell?" I was starting to feel awkward. Father and son had plenty to talk about. I decided to move to the front of the boat. Though I still could hear most of their conversation. I could at least pretend to be ignorant. The Jenkins were silent for a while. I stole a glance. Mr. Jenkins continued to hold his son. His hands continued to massage his shoulders, but they had begun to move to other parts of Chad's body. Like me, Chad's father seemed impressed with his son's chest. I watched as Mr. Jenkins ran his fingers through the hair on his son's chest. I watched as Chad's right hand moved to his father's thigh. I realized that father and son had forgotten me. Both men were hard. From what I could tell, both men had stayed hard. "So we're OK?" "Uh-huh." Mr. Jenkins' hand went to Chad's chin. He raised Chad's lips to his. His kiss was gentle. "Good. Because I love you, Chad. And, I love what we just did." 'Yeah. I love you too Dad." This time Chad pulled his father's head closer to his. Chad's tongue parted his father's lips. They began to kiss passionately. Mr. Jenkins' hand went to Chad's fully erect cock. "You got a nice piece of meat here, Boy." Chad laughed. "Looks like it runs in the family." They continued to kiss. They continued to mumble endearments. Some I heard. Some I didn't hear. By now I was so fascinated by the show, I no longer hid my fascination. I watched. I stroked my hard cock. And the Jenkins continued their sex. "Chad, you ever fuck a woman?" "No." "Ever been with a woman?" "Not really." "Are you gay? It's OK. Obviously." "No. Maybe. I don't know." "You ever mess around with guys." "Yeah. A few times." "You ever fuck a guy." "No." Mr. Jenkins bent to Chad's ear. I knew what he asked his son. Chad nodded. Chad wanted to fuck his father. "You're so hard, Son. You'll have no problem." Mr. Jenkins turned. Stood. He placed his arms on the boat, His head lowered, His ass was waiting for his son. Chad's hands went to his father's hairy ass cheeks. In a moment his fingers moved to his father's hole. He lowered himself. His hand returned to his father's ass cheeks. As I had done to Chad earlier, Chad began to lick his father's ass. He was tentative at first; who eagerly eats his first ass? But in no time, Chad's tongue was playing with his father's sphincter, using his tongue to prepare his father's ass for his cock. "Fuck. Chad. I want you to fuck me. Use your spit." Chad stood before his father. He spat in his hand. Used to the spit to lube his cock. Spat some more; this time using the spit to lube his father's hole. I watched as Chad stood before his father's ass, took aim, and slowly entered his father. Chad was so hard. He was soon deep inside his father. His father's ass stretched by the girth of his erect cock. "Oh fuck me....fuck ME, Chad." Chad did as his father told him to do. As he grew more confident, his fucking grew more urgent. His thrusts quicker. His piercing deeper. His father's constant groans of were evident signs of his pleasure. I watched as Chad's thick cock left his father's ass, only to return quickly and deeply. 'Oh, yeah...that's it you little fucker..." Chad was no little fucker. He fucked like a porn star. And the longer he fucked, the better he got. He read his father. He knew what his father liked. He knew his Dad wanted hard thrusts. He knew his dad wanted him to pull out and then go back in quickly and without and gentleness. His father's body moved with each thrust. His head bounced up and down. His body slamming into the boat's frame. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." "Fuckin' fill me, Chad. Fill me... Fill me you fucker!" I watched Chad's face. I watched his body. And I saw him wracked by his orgasm. His thrusts grew deeper, slower. As if he wanted to plant every last drop of his seed deep inside his father. The way the father gave himself to the son, it was obvious the father also wanted to be seeded deeply. Chad stopped fucking his father. But stayed inside his ass. He pulled his father up to him. His cock fell out of his father's ass. Mr. Jenkins turned to his son, and once again, they kissed. "I can feel your cum inside of me, ... You fuckin' filled me, Chad." He laughed. "And stretched me." They continued to kiss. Mr. Jenkins glanced my way. He removed his lips from his son. "You like watching that, Alex." "Fuck, yeah." "You want some of this? It's all ready. My son came buckets. My hole's all loose and juicy." I needed no more urging. Mr. Jenkins turned around and was once again waiting to get fucked. I looked at Chad. He smiled. "He's got a great ass." "I know." And I gave him a wink. Chad looked confused. But his confusion soon gave way to lust as he watched me fuck his father. I had learned something about Mr. Jenkins since the last time I fucked him. I learned he liked to get fucked hard. So I did my best to imitate his son's intensity. My thighs slammed into his ass. My balls slapped his ass. I closed my eyes and fucked. For a moment I imagined I was fucking my own father. I began to lose myself in that fantasy. Then Chad's fingers made their way to my hole. He began to play with me, stretching my ass. Readying me as if he intended to fuck some more. I was fucking the father. The son's fingers were fucking my hole. I could hold back no longer. My cum joined Chad's deep inside his father's hole. No sooner did I catch my breath when Chad spoke to his father. "I got Alex's ass all ready for you, Dad." Mr. Jenkins turned around. Regardless of the rough fucks he had just received, he was ready to go. His cock hard, thick, and dripping pre-cum. In a matter of seconds he was inside me. His thrusts were deep, quick, and just as rough as the one's he had received from his son. And from me. Mr. Jenkins' cock was not as thick as his son's but it was longer. I felt every one of his inches. He continued to plow me. His body hit mine hard. Mine hit the boat. "You ready for this daddy cum, Alex?" Fuck was I ready. Mr. Jenkins filled me. I loved it. Mr. Jenkins pulled out. I turned my head to look at Chad. "Your turn." Chad was ready to go and soon the son's cock replaced the father's. Chad was thicker; my ass had to adjust. But once again, my body was consumed with pleasure. Another great cock. Another hot fuck. Another Jenkins ready to fill my hole. And in a matter of seconds, Chad deposited his third load of the day. He pulled out. His father's fingers soon replaced his cock. "Look at that fucking hole. Your cum. My cum. Fuck." And then I felt Mr. Jenkins' tongue. Cleaning my hole. He was eating his son's cum. Eating his own cum. They had mixed in my ass, and now they were mixing in his mouth. He stopped feeding. Looked at his son. "Kiss me, Chad." Without any hesitation, Chad''s tongue was in his father's mouth. Both men savoring the taste of cum - father and son cum. All three of us were spent. Exhausted. And, by the look of the sun, it was time to return to shore. It's funny. Ten minutes earlier we were fucking. Father and son were in the midst of deepest incest. And now we were returning to our families. Acting as if nothing had happened. Unpacking the boat. Packing up the boat. Returning to the hotel. Mr. Jenkins pulled over a few blocks from the hotel. "Thanks, guys. I mean, that was something else." He reached for me, pulling me in for a kiss. "You're something else, Alex." Chad laughed. "Yeah, your dad better be careful." My dad. Indeed.