Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 11:53:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: Hot for Dad, Chapter Eight This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Hot for Dad, Chapter Eight Back at the camp Dad started working on breakfast, and I took clean clothes and drove the truck to the bath house. Between all of the cum that had been deposited inside me the night before, added with what dad had put there that morning, I was beginning to come off pretty stout. I love the smell of cum in me and on me, but even I was not caring for the odor I was starting to give off. The shower room was empty when I came inside. I quickly stripped my clothes off and stepped under the hot spray. It felt so good to have water running down my body, removing grime and other stuff, as it cleaned me. I washed every inch of me from head to toe, and then turning the water off, I quickly dried, dressed and went back to camp. I got out of the truck and walked over to join Dad. Food was cooking on the camp stove, and he was enjoying a cup of coffee. "Feel better?" he asked giving me a smile. "Oh, yeah," I said. "Much better," I added. "You're sure you won't have a cup of coffee with me?" "I'm sure." I walked over and took a coke from the ice chest. "This is much more to my taste," I said with a grin. Dad stood to his feet. "Breakfast's about ready." I watched as he took the bacon up out of the pan. He had a bowl of eggs waiting, and he poured them in where the bacon had been. I sniffed the air. Man, food smelled much better out here, I thought. "So, what are your plans?" Dad asked. He stirred the eggs as he talked. "I think after breakfast I might take a little nap, if that's all right with you." "Not use to early morning hours, are you?" "Not when it was kind of a short night," I said. "Well, maybe tonight you should go to bed early and sleep the night through," Dad suggested with a grin. "Maybe tonight is the reason I'm going to take a nap after breakfast." Dad turned the burner out from under the eggs. "Breakfast's ready," he announced. I sat down at the table and took the plate of food Dad handed me. Dad filled his own plate and sat across from me. "What did you think of Tom?" he asked. He took a bite of his eggs while he waited for me to answer. "I like him," I said after a moment. "It was definitely hot being in the middle of you both." I looked at Dad. "So, Dad, have you always liked being with guys? Sexually, I mean." Dad was quiet for a bit. Finally he said, "I guess to be honest with you, Danny, I've always enjoyed being with guys now and then. Even back in school I played around some." I thought about Jason, my older brother. "Have you ever done anything with Jason?" I asked. Dad seemed surprised I would ask him that. He shook his head. "Nope, never," he said. He looked at me sharply and asked, "How about you?" Jason was four years older than me. "Not much," I answered. "Oh, we've jacked a few times together, but nothing more." I tried to remember the last time I had seen my brother naked. I couldn't really remember when it had been. "So the two of you have jacked together?" Dad repeated. I nodded. "Yeah, but it's been a long time." "He'll be home over Thanksgiving, you know." I heard the words Dad said, and I began wondering if he was implying anything in particular. "I know," I answered. Jason had been way at college since the first of September, and if he came home at Thanksgiving, it would be the first time back. I finished my meal and stood to my feet. "Need any help cleaning up?" I asked. "Nah, go on in the tent and take your nap. I think I'll go get my clothes out and get my shower over with too." I went into the tent and fell on top of the sleeping bag. I watched as Dad pulled out clean clothes from his bag. He told me to have a good nap, and he disappeared out of the tent. After he had gone, I lay there waiting for sleep to come. I began thinking about Jason, and I tried to remember the last time I had seen him naked. Even though we shared a bedroom, he never undressed completely in front of me. He always slept in boxers, and I never saw him take them off. I did remember a couple of times when I walked into the bathroom and he was in the shower. The best I could remember, his cock had been fairly good size, and I thought I had seen black hair growing around it. The thought of my older brother coming home in a few weeks, coupled with the thought of maybe seeing him naked was enough to make my cock move inside my jeans. I reached down and rubbed it, feeling the hard thickness through my clothes. At first I thought I'd jack off, but then decided I'd wait. Maybe Dad would come back soon and take a nap with me. I soon fell asleep, and never knew when Dad returned to camp. The last thing I remembered was thinking he might be coming back soon anytime, and the next thing I knew after that was Dad's face close to mine. "You going to sleep all afternoon?" he asked. I opened my eyes. "You've been out of it," Dad said. He lay down beside me. "What time is it?" "It's nearly four o'clock," Dad answered. "I was going to come back and join you after my shower, but when I tried to wake you up, you simply turned away from me. You never woke up." "Wow, I must have been out of it," I said. I was disappointed and told him so. "I remember thinking that I hoped you would come back and take a nap with me." "Guess Tom and I wore you out last night," Dad said, a grin showing on his face. I reached over and placed my hands on Dad's shoulder. "Well, I'm awake now," I pointed out. "That you are, but it's time we were heading over to Tom's," Dad said. Getting to my feet, I asked, "Do we need to take anything with us?" Dad shook his head and said, "Nothing that I can think of. I'm sure anything we might need Tom will have." I helped Dad secure the camp. We put the ice chest in the bed of the truck and left for Tom's. I had no idea where we were going, but evidentially Dad new exactly where he was headed. He acted like it at any rate. "Does Tom live very far?" I asked. "About a mile or so down the road from the camp entrance," Dad answered. We soon left the camp ground. Dad drove slowly down the country road. He soon pulled off the road and stopped before a closed iron gate. He turned to me and said, "You mind getting out and opening the gate?" I jumped out of the truck and walked to the closed gate. I lifted the chain up over the post and let the gate swing forward. I walked along beside it. After Dad drove through it, I closed it shut and got back inside the truck. I looked around and didn't see anything but woods and trees. "Tom lives around here?" I asked. "Yep, he's on around the bend," Dad said. He pointed in front of us and said, "Once we make the curve up ahead, you'll see his house. He likes things kind of private like." When Dad drove around the curve, sure enough, a big white farm house loomed out in front of the truck. The house looked to be really old, but at the same time, it looked as if Tom kept it in perfect shape. I saw that it had a second story. "Well, here we are," Dad said unnecessarily. As he brought the truck to a stop the door opened, and Tom came out to greet us. "Hey, fellows, good to see you," he grinned. "How's your day been?" "The morning was great," Dad told him, "but the afternoon's sort of been wasted. This guy slept most of it away." "You didn't get a deer, did you?" Tom asked. He opened the door and stood back. "Go on in," he invited. "No deer," Dad said. I followed dad inside and discovered myself standing inside a huge kitchen. "He had something better than a deer," I informed Tom. Tom closed the door. "Oh, and what was that?" "My ass," I answered. I looked around the room. I really liked it. Mom had always talked about growing up in my grandparent's home, and this room reminded me of the one she described in her house. Tom looked at my dad and asked, "Frank, did you fuck this boy out in the woods?" "Not the woods," Dad said, "but the deer blind. "That's right, Tom," I said. "I was minding my own business, just looking out the window for a deer, and I felt this big cock rub up against me." "Damn, fellows, this is going to get me hard if you keep talking," Tom warned. Dad grinned. "How long until supper's ready?" he asked. Tom turned around and snapped the dead bolt on the door. "Long enough," he answered. "Follow me." Tom led the way down the hall. He pushed open a door, and suddenly we were inside his bedroom. He started stripping his clothes off, and Dad and I followed suit. We were soon all three naked and hard. I dropped to my knees and took Tom's thick cock between my fingers. I licked it with my tongue, lapping the head as if it were a scoop of ice cream. In seconds I had him soaked down with my saliva, his cock dripping with pre cum and my spit. As I sucked him, taking him inside my mouth, my nose buried as far as it could go in his bush, Tom moaned. "God, Danny, you do know how to suck cock," he praised me. "He does a good job, doesn't he, Tom?" Dad said. He dropped to his knees. I felt Dad's mouth on my own dick, and I shivered as he swallowed me completely, taking all of my cock deep inside his wet mouth. "Oh, yeah, suck Danny while he sucks my cock," Tom said. "Fuck your dad's mouth, Danny," Tom groaned. I fucked my dad's mouth the same time Tom fucked my mouth. It was so fucking hot having my cock sucked and sucking Tom at the same time. Tom would rub his thick cock hair into my chin and Dad would bury his nose in my own red pubes at the same time. That was enough to send me over the edge. It didn't take long for me to shoot my creamy boy juice down Dad's throat. I felt him suck each jet down I sent his way. I guess watching me shoot down my dad's throat was enough to make Tom cum. I felt his cock swell up, and I knew he was getting ready to send a thick creamy load inside my mouth. I wasn't wrong. "Shit, I'm going to cum," Tom moaned. "Take my spunk," he cried out. I sucked hard and didn't lose any of his thick hot juice. It tasted so good as I swallowed each wave that came across my tongue and hit the back of my throat. My cock still inside Dad's mouth, I reached over and took his dripping cock between my fingers. I started stroking him, feeling his bush against my hand with each downward stroke. I loved jacking my dad and feeling those wiry red curls at the base of his dick. I pulled my cock from Dad's mouth and jacked him faster. "You're going to make me cum," he warned. "Cum, Dad," I said. "Give me your load." The faster I jacked him, the harder Dad breathed. "Shit, it's cuming," he said. I stopped jacking him. I closed my mouth over that thick cock of his and he started fucking my mouth, slamming me with his full balls, grinding his bush against my chin as he fucked my mouth. "Oh, fuck," he cried out. Dad came in my mouth, and I was surprised at the amount of dad juice he shot there. I swallowed and swallowed before he stopped shooting. I managed not to lose one drop of the sweet tasting spunk. "Damn, you guys are so fucking hot," Tom said. "I love to watch the two of you go at it." "The boy is good," Dad agreed. "So are you," Tom said. He looked at me and said, "Danny, have you ever thought about fucking your dad?" "Hell yeah, I have." "What about you, Frank? Have you ever thought about having your son's cock up your ass?" "It's okay, Dad, I understand," I said when Dad didn't answer Tom. "Yeah, it's okay," Tom said. "Sorry, Frank didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "It's not that," Dad said. "To be honest with you, I've thought about fucking Danny. A lot, I might add." "Then later this evening, I would love to watch, if the two of you are both okay with that," Tom said. "I would definitely be okay with it," I assured him. "As long as Dad's okay with it," I added. "Let me think about it," Dad said. Tom headed for the door. He didn't make a move to dress, so Dad and I stayed naked as well. "We have the entire evening," Tom said. "Supper should be ready in about half an hour." Tom worked in the kitchen finishing the meal, and it surprised me that Dad worked along beside him. I suddenly realized that my father must have spent quite a bit of time here in this house. He certainly seemed to know where things were in the kitchen. Later as we sat down to the table and ate the meal Tom had prepared, I listened to him and my Dad talk. The conversation they were bouncing back and forth convinced me Dad had been here at Tom's house a lot. Finally I said, "It sounds as if the two of you spend quite a bit of time together." "I've been over for supper a few times," Dad answered. "Yeah, the wife likes to visit her mother every so often, and when she does, if your Dad happens to be here camping, I usually invite him over for a meal or two." I understood completely, but I didn't tell them so. I thought about all the times Dad had been here hunting over the years, and now I suddenly realized why he had always seemed to enjoy the trips so much. "You okay with your dad and I spending a little time together?" Tom asked, eyeing me closely. "I'm fine with it," I said and nodded my head. "You really don't mind, Danny?" Dad asked. "I told you, I'm very okay with it. Especially if you bring me along now and then," I finished with a grin. "Oh, you're definitely old enough to make the trip with me," Dad smiled. "Yeah, definitely," Tom echoed. We ate our meal, enjoying the great taste of it as well as the man talk that went along with it. I found it exciting to be sitting at the table naked with two hairy sexy men, especially when one of them was my father. When the meal was finished, we all three worked cleaning things up and putting the kitchen back in order. That done, Tom pulled three beers from the refrigerator and handed one to me and the one to Dad and said, "Let's go into the living room and enjoy a cool drink." Dad and I followed him, and once inside another large country room, we took seats, sitting back to enjoy our beer. "I'm really glad you fellows came over this evening," Tom said. We talked for a time on things in general. Finally Tom leaned back in his chair, his head resting on the back. Looking at me, he asked, "So, Danny, are you wondering just why I like being with guys, me being married and all?" "I really hadn't given it much thought," I answered honestly. "Dad likes cock, and he's married," I pointed out. "True," Tom agreed. "Still, aren't you just a little bit curious?" I thought about it. "I guess I am," I finally answered. "First of all, let me tell you, I love my wife. "Very much," he added. "And I wouldn't trade my kids for anything in the world. It's just that I've always enjoyed having my cock sucked, not to mention fucking a hot ass now and then." I could understand what Tom was saying. After all, I had no doubt my dad loved my mom, yet he liked cock too. I looked at Dad. "You're awfully quiet," I said. "Just listening to you and Tom talk," Dad answered with a grin. I watched as Tom starting stroking his cock. It amused me that he carried on a conversation and jacked his dick as if it were something he did every day. Perhaps he did. Tom looked at my dad and asked, "So, Tom, what you think, can Danny fuck your ass?" Dad looked at me. He had an unusual look on his face, and I couldn't really tell what he was thinking. He looked across the room at Tom, and then back at me once more. "Is that what you want, Danny?" he asked. His words had me instantly hard. I looked down and saw my cock standing at full attention, surrounded by my red wiry curls. Without realizing it, I wrapped my fingers around my dick and looked my dad straight in the eye. "More than anything in the world," I told him. Dad stood to his feet. "Then fuck me, Danny." Tom also stood to his feet, and we followed him back into the bedroom. Once inside the room, Dad crawled up on the bed. He said, "Get my ass ready, Tom." To me he said, "Danny get in front of me so I can suck your cock." Shit, I wanted to watch Tom eat my dad's ass. The thought of him doing that made me so fucking hard. However, as Tom leaned over and started tonguing Dad's crack and asshole, I got on my knees in front of Dad so he could work on my cock. As Dad's mouth went down on my dick, I moaned, and said, "Ah, fuck, Dad, suck my dick." I felt his mouth crawl down my hard shaft until his nose was buried in my red curls. I shivered it felt so fucking good to me. While Dad continued sucking my cock, Tom fucked my dad's ass with his tongue. The more Tom's tongue worked the faster Dad sucked my cock. Finally Dad pulled away from my cock. "Fuck me," he said. "Give me your cock, Danny." Tom slid off the foot of the bed. Lust showing in his eyes, he said, "Oh, yeah, Danny, fuck your daddy's ass. I want to see your cock buried inside his hairy hole." I crawled up behind Dad and took the bottle of lube Tom handed me. I rubbed some all along Dad's hairy crack, and then I coated his hole heavily with the gel, working a thick glob of it up inside him with my finger. Then I coated my cock with it and pressed the tip against Dad's hairy hole. Just feeling his hot flesh next to the skin on my head was enough to almost send me over the edge. I took a deep breath and then pushed my head inside Dad's entrance. "Oh God," I moaned. "I can't believe how hot your ass feels to me, Dad." I could feel Dad's ass suddenly relax, and he pressed hard into me. My cock slipped all the way inside him. My cock forest was spreading all around the cheeks of his ass. Dad on his knees was forcing his ass to eat my cock up, and I was on my knees driving my dick as hard and as deep as I possibly could up inside his wet hole. "Shit, that looks so fucking hot," Tom said. As I started fucking Dad's ass, I watched Tom lay down on the bed, his eyes not missing a movement my cock was making as it slammed in and out my dad's hairy hole. Tom, his eyes taking it all in, was jacking his cock so hard he was shaking the bed even more than I was fucking Dad. "Oh, Danny, fuck me," Dad cried out. "Fuck me hard and fill me with your spunk," he said. Dad and Tom jacked their cocks as my own dick slammed in and out my Dad's fuck hole. Tom was so excited from watching me fuck Dad that he was shooting his cum in hardly any time at all. His cum went into the air and landed on his chest. "I'm going to cum," Dad suddenly yelled out. "I'm going to shoot load," he warned. Suddenly I couldn't seem to pound Dad's ass hard enough. I drove my cock into his wet hole as hard as I could, slamming my balls up against him, splitting his ass wide open with my hard dick. I felt Dad's ass squeeze my cock as he shot his creamy hot load out onto the sheet covering the bed. It was enough to make my balls quiver and give up the thick load of cum they had been storing. "Fuck," I cried out. "Fill my ass, Danny," Dad said. "Give me your cum," he cried. I filled my dad's ass with my load, and I couldn't get over how good it felt as I sprayed his insides with my sticky spunk. With each shot I sent deep inside him, I made another thrust with my dick. I slammed his ass with each wave of cum that shot out of the tip. When I was through shooting, I reached my arms around Dad and said, "Thank you." "Your boy sure can fuck," Tom said to Dad. "You're telling me," Dad agreed. "He just did." I looked at Tom who was beginning to stroke his cock again. He was thickening up, but not hard yet. I grinned and said, "You want to fuck Dad? Think how hot it would be to fuck him with my cum still there." That did it. My words caused a river of blood to flow through Tom's cock, and he was hard at once. He looked at Dad and said, "You okay for another round, Frank?" Dad surprised me by saying, "You know me, Tom, I'm always ready for your cock." There was a chair in one corner of the bedroom, and I sat down in it and watched as Tom slowly worked his thick hard cock inside my Dad's cum-filled hole. I saw Tom's dick disappear inside my dad's ass, saw his big furry balls rub against Dad's ass cheeks as it swallowed the thick hairy fuck stick. Even though I had just filled Dad's ass with my own cum, my cock began growing rapidly from the sight of Dad getting fucked. "Fuck me, Tom," Dad cried out. "Give me that big cock of yours," he said. "Put your cum up there with Danny's." "That's right, Tom, fuck my Dad," I called from across the room. "Let me see you pound his ass." Tom drove deep into Dad's ass, and a few minutes later I heard Dad moan and say, "God, Tom, you're going to make me cum again." "Good, cum for me, Frank. Show me how much you like my cock up your ass." Hearing the two of them talk, I started jacking my dick like crazy. The faster Tom fucked my dad, the harder I stroked. Suddenly I felt my orgasm building up inside me. I felt that intense feeling from behind my wiry cock curls, and I knew I was about to shoot another load out the end of my dick. "I'm cuming, Tom," Dad yelled. "You're fucking the cum right out of me." Tom was fucking Dad so hard their skin popped each time they rubbed together, Tom's stomach against Dad's ass. I thought Tom was going to literally fuck Dad off the bed. Suddenly he moaned. "Shit, Frank, take my load." I watched as Dad rose to meet Tom's fucking motion, and I saw his ass suck the last of cum from him. When they had finished, Tom pulled out of Dad's ass and lay down on the bed next to him. Dad dropped his knees and lay on his stomach next to Tom. He called over his shoulder, "Danny, come join us." With cum still on my chest, I hurried over to the bed. Dad moved over, and I crawled between the two of them. Dad and Tom both placed an arm across my chest. Tom said, "Thank you, Danny. I was a real pleasure watching you fuck your father." I smiled and said, "I'm willing anytime he will let me." Dad looked at me and smiled. "Danny, whatever am I going to do with you?" I didn't answer. I just returned the smile and settled down between them. There were lots of things Dad could do with me, and he knew it. The End of Chapter Eight Mark Stevens