Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 07:32:44 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: It Must Be Fate Chapter Two It Must Be Fate By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Note to readers: this is about a monogamous relationship. Two Davey walked out of the bathroom and saw his father stroking himself. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. The sexiest, most wonderful man in the world was his. He climbed into bed with his bottle of lube. Joe took the bottle of lube. "I'll lube you." "Do you know what to do?" Joe grinned. "Lube you, lube me, fuck." "That's it!" Davey said, laughing. "Don't try to tell your daddy how to fuck." Davey laughed. "I suppose you already did pass the, um, entrance exam." They both laughed. Davey got on his back and pulled his legs up. "I wish I was as hairy as you." "You are perfect exactly as you are. I wouldn't want you more if you were more hairy or less hairy. I'm glad my hairiness excites you." "It sure does." Joe winked at his son. Then he squirted some lube on his hole and pushed a finger inside him. Davey smiled and closed his eyes. Joe pushed two fingers in him. Davey clinched his eyes tightly shut. Joe slowed down. When two fingers were in him, Joe tried to stretch them apart a little. Then he squirted more lube between them. "Damn, you're tight!" He left his fingers inside him for a while. Then he tried to stretch them apart again, and get more lube inside him. Then he lubed his cock. He got between Davey's legs and placed the head of his cock at his son's hole. He pushed slowly, watching Davey's face. Davey's eyes were closed, and Joe guessed he was trying to hide how much it hurt. He looked down at his cock. It wasn't just long, it was thick, too. The thickness was definitely the problem. If he wasn't so hard, pushing inside Davey's virginal ass might not even be possible. But Joe was very, very hard. He kept pushing and the head of his cock slipped inside. Father and son gasped simultaneously. Joe estimated it took about two minutes. He wondered if faster would have been better, but he guessed it wouldn't. Davey's mouth fell open and his eyes were clinched tightly shut, again. Joe squirted more lube on his cock and continued pushing inside. "Wait there a minute!" Joe decided to try to distract him. "I'm inside you, son. Did you ever think this would happen?" "I fantasized about it, but no, Dad. Never." "It never even occurred to me, but now we are joined. We are lovers." "Oh, Dad! It hurts, but I am so happy." "I am, too. I hate that it hurts, but I'm happy we are joined. I don't have to go any deeper. I can come inside you from here." "The job's not done, Dad." "Yeah. I guess we both need more." Davey nodded. "Deeper, Dad, but slowly." He continued pushing. Davey stopped trying to pretend it didn't hurt. But eventually, Joe was all the way inside. Davey half-grinned, half-grimaced when he felt his father's body pressing against his. "Eight and a half inches of your father is inside you, Davey." "I know. Thank you, Dad." Joe leaned down and pressed his mouth to his son's. He thrust his tongue into his mouth without hesitation, this time. And his son responded. Their kiss was more passionate than any he had shared with Beth. They kissed for several minutes. While they kissed, Davey wrapped his legs, then his arms tightly around his father. Joe pulled away. "You don't want me to get away, do you?" Davey chuckled. "No! I need you, Dad. I need you like this. On top of me and inside me." "I need you just as much. I need someone to fuck. Someone who finds me desirable. You belong to me, Davey. I won't be responsible for my actions if you ever cheat on me." "I won't, Dad. Don't forget I have wanted you for a long time. You excite me. You excite me so much, just shaking your hand makes me hard as a rock. I have to go beat off." Joe grinned at his son. He would never tire of hearing things like that. "I have pictures of your cock now. I wish I had them years ago." Joe grinned at him. "I would rather you didn't jack off when my cock isn't inside you. I don't want you looking at photos. I want you to have the real thing inside you while you jack off." Davey sighed. "If we can get away." "If we can't sneak into the bathroom, I'll say I have to go to the store. We'll park somewhere and both get what we want." "We can always sneak into the same stall in Westchester Park." "Doing it in the car in the parking lot sounds safer. How would we explain both being in the stall to a cop? All he has to do is look through the gloryhole." "The parking lot, it is! Fuck me, please." Joe smiled and began. At first he made short thrusts, gradually increasing the length. After a few minutes, he was moving fast and sweating. A drop of sweat fell off his nose and landed on Davey's upper lip. Davey licked it off. Joe laughed, joyously. Beth hated it if he got sweaty. Davey leaned up and licked his father's lips. Joe kissed him again, and while they kissed, he continued fucking him. His body slapped against his son's. His son's arms and legs were still wrapped tightly around him, possessively. His son wanted this fuck at least as much as he did. After several minutes, Joe came. He thrust hard into him as his cock discharged. He imagined the ropes of white shooting out of his prick, and coating his son's pink insides. It was another powerful orgasm, the ending of the best fuck of his life, and his son's first fuck. Davey stroked himself and came almost instantly. They both groaned as they reached completion at the same time. Both of them were coated with the huge load Davey shot. Some of it had even hit the pillow. When it was over, they smiled at each other. "Wow!" Davey said. "You said it! I had no idea how wonderful it would be." "Sucking you is fantastic, Dad, but boy, I sure know you are mine, now! I can feel you inside me!" Joe grinned at his son. He was very pleased for several reasons. For one, he had finally gotten to fuck like a man. He pounded his son's ass and they both loved it. "We will have to do this often. I don't know how we will arrange it, but I feel like-" he paused. "Like this really is our honeymoon and you are my new spouse. And this spouse isn't indifferent." "Nope!" Joe leaned up. Davey saw all his cum sticking to the black hair on his father's chest. "I got cum all over you." Joe looked down and grinned. There was a lot! "I couldn't be happier! It means we both enjoyed it." "I love being under you like this. It's much better than I ever imagined. You are still hard. That makes me so happy!" Joe laughed. "It's easy to make you happy!" "I guess so. Your stiff cock does it and you seem to stay stiff." "That's you, son. You are the one making me stiff." Joe chuckled at the look of pride on his son's face. "You've filled me at both ends now." Joe grinned. "Yup. You're mine." "Now there is only one more place." Joe frowned. "Where?" "I want you to come on my face." Joe grinned and shook his head. "No problem!" Davey wrapped his legs ever more tightly around his father. Joe pushed his cock deeper inside his son and they both smiled. They were perfectly in sync. Joe watched tears form in Davey's eyes. "Does it hurt?" Davey wiped his face. "No, Dad. I'm happy. This is the happiest day of my life." Joe bent down and kissed his son. Afterwards, he pulled his cock mostly out of his son. He grinned at the disappointed look on his son's face. He thrust hard and Davey threw his head back, grinning. "You are the perfect lover for me, Davey." "Ditto, Dad. You are exactly what I need." "Davey, you asked before if you could grope me whenever you wanted. My body is yours. I give it to you freely. You can take pleasure in it however you like, as long as we are alone. I don't ever want to hear you ask if you can suck me, or kiss me, or whatever!" "Thanks, Dad. I feel the same way. My body is meant to give you pleasure. If you want your cock sucked, I don't want you to ask, just bring your cock to my lips. It will make me feel I am really yours-and we both know it. If you asked, I wouldn't feel the same. Does that make sense?" "It does to me. It means we have complete confidence in our relationship." Davey nodded. He ran his hands through the black hair on his father's chest. He got cum all over them, but he didn't care. He wiped his hands on the sheets and then ran his hands over his father's shoulders and biceps. "I hope you always look at me with so much lust." Davey sighed. Joe was making short, slow thrusts into him. "I will. This isn't a sudden thing for me, Dad." "No. You said since you were twelve?" "Yes. I've been fantasizing about you since then." "And you jacked off thinking about me?" "Yes. You've always seemed like the ideal man to me. Masculine, sexy, kind. I didn't have a chance not falling in love with you." "Did you want me to fuck you back then?" "Yes." Joe shook his head. He had no idea! None! "Let's take a shower. Then I will take you to lunch. When we get back, I will take up face-painting." Davey grinned. "I bet you are good at it, Dad." "We'll just have to see how much paint is left." They both laughed. "Will you fuck me, again, later?" "Yes, Davey. I love fucking and that was the best fuck of my life." "Really?" "It wasn't even close. Back when we were having sex, your mother would lie there passively, begging me to hurry." Joe pulled slowly out of Davey. He was still erect! Once he was out, he check Davey's hole for blood. There didn't seem to be any. There wasn't any on his cock, either. "Are you always hard, Dad?" Davey asked, looking at his father's erection. Joe grinned. "No. Incest seems to keep him interested. The lust in your eyes when you look at him helps, too." Davey glanced down at his cock. "I love him, Dad." Joe laughed. "If there is one thing I am certain of, it's that! After all, you kissed him when you first met him." Joe got out of bed and reached out his hand for Davey. Davey climbed out of bed. They took a shower together and washed each other. Davey started jacking Joe off with a soapy hand. "I don't want to come in the shower," Joe said. "I don't want you to, either. Your cum needs to go inside me." "I thought you wanted it on your face next." "Does that gross you out?" Joe chuckled. "No. I can't wait to see my cum dripping down your face." "Anyway, from there, it goes into my mouth." Davey laughed when Joe's cock jumped in his hand. "Will you mind that, Dad?" Davey asked, grinning. "I think it sounds perfect." They rinsed and dried each other. Davey kept wanting kisses, so it took a long time. Finally, they were dressed and in the car. "What would you like to eat?" Joe asked. Davey grinned at his father. Joe laughed. "That's dessert. CrŠme de la padre, or something." They both laughed. After Beth hung up, her mother asked, "How's Joe?" Beth sighed. It was a simple enough question. "We had a huge fight yesterday." Her mother shook her head. "Can't you ever let it go, Beth? He's dead. He paid for what he did." "He didn't pay! He committed suicide because of gambling debts." "He paid with his life, and not because of debts. Gus didn't gamble. He was too cheap." Beth stared at her mother. "Your grandfather told his brother it was either suicide, or prison as a child-rapist. He chose suicide." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You cried for weeks after he did that to you. I was trying to console you by making you think of other things. You were so traumatized, we never talked about him in front of you. "Can't you let it go, Beth? It isn't Joe's fault." "Do you think I don't know that? I know it's me. I went to the therapist for four years. It hurts! Every time. It hurts as much as it did when Uncle Gus." "You are going to lose Joe." "I know. I know. And I love him so much!" "Can't you use, you know, your mouth?" "He's big, Mom." "And you have a little mouth." "Yeah. I'm still doing that trick you taught me with lipstick to make my mouth look bigger. It's like trying to get a baseball bat in my mouth." "Is he cheating, yet?" "I don't think so. I've expected it for years. I know he must really love me to put up with it. I feel so guilty about neglecting him, I've thought about asking for a divorce so he will be free. He deserves better." "Then we might have another suicide in the family. How would you feel about his new wife and happy second marriage?" Beth looked miserable. "What about using your hand?" "He says my rhythm is terrible." The doorbell rang. Beth went to answer it. It was her sister Sara. "Hi! Why aren't you at work?" "I got a new job starting next Wednesday. I quit." "Is it a better job?" "Oh, yeah! I'll be making fifteen thousand more a year!" "That's great!" Beth hugged her little sister. They walked into the den, where their mother was sitting with her leg propped up. "Hi, Mom." "Sara! I heard! I'm so happy!" "Thanks. Anyway, I'm the nurse, so I will take care of Mom, Beth. You can go home, if you want." "Do you mind, Mom?" "No. Go on home. Thank you, dear." Beth collected her things, shouted, "Bye," as she left, and got in her car. She would surprise the boys. She made it home in record time. Traffic was light. She got home and saw the car was gone. She walked into the house and saw everything was in order. She went into the bedroom to get undressed. She needed a shower. She saw the sheets were half off the bed. She could smell sweat on them. She saw a wet spot and wiped it with her finger. She looked at it. It was semen. She looked at the sheets, and there was more. There was even some on the pillows. She had trouble breathing. She sat suddenly. He had finally done it. He found another woman. She leaned over and sniffed the sheet, expecting to smell the woman's perfume. She smelled something quite different. She smelled Davey! Not Davey! Had she driven her husband to rape their son? It was unbelievable! She grabbed her phone. "Davey?" "Hi, Mom. How are you?" "I'm fine." She paused. "How are you?" "Never better! How's Grandma?" "Sara is staying with her." "You're coming home?" "I'm at home. In my bedroom." Beth paused. "On the bed." She heard Davey gasp. Never better, he said. It wasn't a rape. Davey covered up the phone. "It's Mom. She's home. She said she was on the bed!" "Oh, fuck!" "Let's go," Joe said. "How is your Dad?" Beth asked. "He's fine. We are at lunch. Dad says we are coming home now." "Finish your lunch." Davey gulped. "Are you all right, Mom?" Davey asked, nervously. Beth thought for a moment. It was disgusting, but was it worse than another woman? Would she be able to keep Joe this way? "Tell me the truth. Are you happy, Davey?" "Mom, I'm very happy. Really." "OK. Is your father happy?" Davey looked at his father. "He was. Right now, I think he may have a heart-attack!" Beth couldn't help laughing. She stifled it. "Davey, did you and your father." "Oh, Mom." Beth let out a deep breath. "Finish your lunch." "I can't eat. I don't think Dad can, either." She sat there a moment, deciding how she felt. Anger and betrayal were there, but also relief. There was no other woman. Maybe there never would be. Joe was keeping it in the family. "Are you sure you are happy, Davey?" "I am, Mom. I really, really am." She nodded. "Well, tell your father it's better than another woman. Eat." Davey's eyes widened. "I'll tell him, Mom." "See you soon. Love you." "I love you, Mom. So does Dad." Beth sighed. "I know." Davey hung up. "Mom knows!" Joe closed his eyes. He was afraid he was going to throw up. "Mom said to tell you it was better than another woman." Joe stared at him. "She didn't!" "Yes. She asked me if you and I. Then she stopped. She couldn't say it. She asked me if I was happy and whether you were happy. I said yes. She said to finish our lunch." Joe got out his phone and called her. Beth was not surprised when her phone rang. "Honey. I'm sorry." "It's all right, Joe. You both agreed?" "Yes." "Did you pressure him?" "No! No, Beth! And he didn't pressure me." Beth was surprised. Did Davey instigate it? He was gay and her husband was desperate. "Are you leaving me?" "No, Beth. If I was going to leave, I would have already. I love you." And that was a fact. She believed him completely. "And you are both happy?" "Right this minute?" She laughed. "Say five minutes ago." "Yes, both of us. Very happy." "OK." "Beth, I hoped you would feel less pressured." Oh, god! she thought. She had really done it! "We won't have that tension in our relationship that we've always had. That's a good thing, don't you think?" "Not if I lose you over it." "How can you? The three of us will be together." "Always?" "That's what Davey and I hope." Maybe it would work, she thought. "I'm not mad, as long as you didn't pressure Davey." "There was no pressure at all. I promise." "OK. Tell Davey I'm not mad, not at either of you. Shocked, but not mad. I know why it happened. It would never have happened if I had been able." "Oh, Beth. It will work out. Maybe all three of us will be happier." She nodded. Maybe. "I love you, Joe." "I love you." "Enjoy your lunch." Joe chuckled. "I'll try." "Bye." She hung up. She got up and pulled the sheets of the bed. She took them to the laundry room. Joe put his phone back in his pocket. "She seems OK with the knowledge." "Wow!" As Beth put the sheets in the washer, she thought of motor oil and laughed. Davey wouldn't be leaving her. That was a definite plus. Then she realized she could stop worrying about him catching a disease-ever! That was a bigger plus. She thought about Joe saying maybe all three of them would be happier. It was disgusting, what they were doing, but if they were all happy, shouldn't she just get over it? As she grew accustomed to the idea, she felt a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She wouldn't have to feel bad when she got into bed, that she was disappointing her husband for the ten-thousandth time. She smiled. She turned on the washer and walked to Davey's room. Looking around she saw lots of pictures of all three of them, but one of them, next to Davey's bed, was a photo of Davey and Joe. She took out her phone and dialed Joe. "Hi, Joe. Are you two at the mall?" "We're across the street." "Maybe we should get a queen size bed for Davey's room." Joe gasped. "You are an amazing woman, Beth." "Thank you, Joe. On second thought, we can all go shopping tomorrow for a bed." "I love you so much, Beth." She smiled. "I love you, Joe. Bye." Joe hung up. "Your mother thinks you need a larger bed." Joe laughed at the look of shock on Davey's face. "Dad, let's go home. I'm not hungry." "I'm not, either." Joe paid the check and they left, with most of their lunch uneaten. They drove home quickly. When they walked into the house, Davey hugged his mother. "Let's go into the kitchen," she said. They all sat at the kitchen table. "When I was nine, my great-uncle Gus raped me." Beth watched tears form in both of her men's eyes. "Oh, Mom! How horrible!" "It was. I still dream about it." Joe felt sick. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "I try like hell not to think about." She looked at Davey. "Did your father try to convince you to have sex with him? That's what Uncle Gus did. When I refused, he raped me. He tied my hands together-" Davey started crying. "No, Mom. It wasn't like that." Davey thought about what to tell her. He couldn't tell her about the gloryhole. "Dad asked me why I didn't kiss him or hug him anymore." She nodded. "I knew he was afraid he was losing you," Beth said. "You continued to hug and kiss me, but not him." "I admitted that it was because I was attracted to him and got." He closed his eyes. "Aroused when I did either of those." Beth's mouth dropped open. "I told him I was afraid he would find out and hate me for it." "Oh, Davey. So that's what started it?" "Yes." "Believe me, honey, there was no pressure. We-" "I understand. You were both horny." Joe and Davey both nodded. "I take it you both enjoyed it." They both nodded again. "Joe, I went to therapists for four years, but I have never been able to associate sex with anything else but that first time. I bled for hours after he did it." Davey gasped and started crying. Joe took her hand. "Don't go there, Beth. Get out of that memory." "But that's why. The therapists couldn't help me." "I understand." "I stopped going because all we talked about was Gus. I didn't want to keep thinking about it and reliving it." "Did he go to jail for what he did?" Davey asked. "Mom told me today that my grandfather gave him a gun and told him his choices were suicide or prison. He chose suicide. I knew he had committed suicide, but I never knew he was encouraged to do it. Officially, he did it over gambling debts, but Mom told me today that that was a lie." "I'm glad. He deserves it." Joe squeezed her hand. "Beth, did I make you unhappy?" "No! You've been wonderful, Joe. More understanding than I ever expected." "Can you live with this-arrangement? If not, we'll stop." "Davey, are you happy?" "I really am, Mom. Well, I was before you told me about what that man did to you." She smiled. "Are you happy, Joe?" Joe felt like shit. He didn't say anything. "Let me rephrase that. It sounds like Davey wants to take over that part of our marriage. Can you be happy with that arrangement?" "Yes, Beth. I think so. I love both of you very much. But what about your feelings?" "I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. If I didn't have to feel like a worthless wife, I would be happier." "You aren't worthless. I wouldn't love you so much if you were." She sighed. "You are just handicapped. It isn't your fault. Damn! I loved you when I thought it was your fault! Honey, I think we are all getting what we want." "I think you are right, Joe. I have to tell you that I have expected you to leave me, for almost our entire marriage. I told Mom this morning that I wasn't sure why you stayed with me. I even thought the right thing to do was divorce you, so you could get a better wife." Joe was shocked, again. "This is better. I meant it when I said it was better than another woman. I have to adjust, and for now, I don't want to witness anything." "Of course, not." "Do you want to sleep with me, or Davey?" Joe stared at his wife. "I hadn't thought about it. Would half-and-half work?" She smiled. "That would be nice." "You are sure?" "Yes. That will be just fine, Joe." She smiled at Davey. "You don't hate me, do you Mom?" "No, I don't hate you. I love you just as much as I did when I got up this morning." "Are you OK with the three of us always living together?" She smiled. "That's my favorite part." She looked at each of them. "I would really like it, if you kept everything in Davey's room. With the door closed." "That's fine, honey." "Yeah, Mom! I'm so happy. I was afraid this might tear the family in two." "Well, it won't. Your father didn't leave me for refusing to have sex, and I'm not leaving him for finding it. And to be honest, I'm delighted that I won't have to worry about what kind of man you get involved with. You found a fine man I know I can trust. He won't break your heart or spend all your money or give you a disease." Joe squeezed his wife's hand. "How did Sara get off work?" "She quit. She got offered a better job for a lot more money. She doesn't start until Wednesday, though." "Well, I'm glad you didn't have to sit around bored." "Me, too." "You two probably have a lot to talk about. I'm going to do housework." Davey felt nervous. "OK, honey. I want to take us to dinner, tonight, though," Joe said. "That will be nice." Joe got up and walked to Davey's room. Davey followed him. Joe closed the door and pulled Davey into his arms. He pressed his mouth to Davey's and they shared a passionate kiss. Joe was very pleased when, three seconds into the kiss, Davey was unzipping his pants. He felt his son's hand wrap around his cock. He got hard instantly. Davey pulled away from their kiss. "Every other night! I can hardly believe it!" "Me, either. But the best part is that any time we want sex, we can just come in here and close the door." Then Davey sighed, remembering his mother. "Poor Mom. She's been dealing with that her whole life." "Yeah. I wish she had told me. I wouldn't have gotten so mad when she said no." "Do you think there is anything we can do to help her?" "I suppose showing her how much we love her will help. We can both give it some thought. Just telling her we love her isn't enough." "OK, Dad." Davey pulled his hand out of Joe's pants. Joe was disappointed. Then Davey unbuttoned his father's shirt. Davey ran his fingers through the hair on his father's torso. "God! You are so sexy, Dad." "I hope you always feel that way." "Your hairy body makes me want to bend over and beg you to fuck me." "You don't have to beg. I plan to fuck you whether you beg or not." Davey grinned and Joe laughed. "But didn't you want your beautiful face painted?" "I do, but I also want to suck you and I want you to fuck me." "I plan on us doing all of those before dinner." Davey felt wetness at his rear again. He was worried he was bleeding. His butt was sore. "Will you see if I'm bleeding?" Joe gulped. "Sure." He worried. Had he torn Davey? Davey undid his pants and stepped out of them. Then he stepped out of his briefs. "Lie on your stomach," Joe said. Davey did. Joe was afraid to look, but when he did, he didn't see blood. "There isn't any blood. Does it hurt?" "It's sore, but not bad. It felt wet, though, and I was afraid it was blood. Mom would freak." "Oh, lord! She would!" Joe looked carefully. Davey's anus was red and swollen. He ran a finger over it. It was wet, but it wasn't blood. "It's just some of my cum leaking out." "Oh, god, Dad! That's hot!" Joe nodded. "Yup." Joe pushed a finger slowly inside Davey. It slid in easily. He pulled it out and saw semen. No blood. "You don't seem to be bleeding inside, either." "That's a relief. What can we do to keep your cum from leaking out? Do you have a fleshy plug of some sort you could insert?" Joe started laughing. "Fleshy? Let me think. Just this stiff cock." "I guess that would be best!" Joe chuckled. "To be honest, I think we should give your ass a rest. Let it heal. It is very swollen, and another fuck, especially a rough one, probably would make you bleed. Your mother would be hysterical." "OK, Dad. Maybe you are right. We don't have to hurry and do everything before Mom gets back now." "That's true. Get undressed. Let's get in your bed. Tomorrow we will get you a bigger one." Davey could hardly believe how things had worked out. He got undressed and Joe was pleased once again by the lust on Davey's face. "Hot for me?" "You are like a sex god to me, Dad." Joe grinned and shook his head. Joe pulled the covers down on the bed and they both crawled in. Joe took his son in his arms and kissed him. Davey ran his hands over his sexy father while they kissed. Joe took possession of his son's mouth. Finally, one of Davey's hands wrapped around Joe's erection. They kissed for several minutes while Davey held his cock. Joe pulled away. Davey moved under the bed covers. He rested his head on his father's belly while he took his cock into his mouth. He sucked on the end with his eyes closed. One of his hands was wrapped around the shaft. He began stroking it while he sucked. Joe let out a deep breath. It was heaven. That was the only way to describe it. His son's mouth and hand were exciting and satisfying at the same time. If he came in his son's mouth, Davey would be grateful! He didn't even have to worry about that. He smiled. No more wondering whether he would ever have sex again. The answer was every day, at the very least. All he needed to do was walk into his son's room and close the door behind him. Heaven! Davey's talented mouth was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He wondered if he should make him stop. Davey wanted him to come on his face. But there was plenty of time for that. They could do it before they went to sleep. Joe folded his arms behind his head and thought about sleeping with his son in his arms. The idea appealed to him paternally and sexually. He smiled as he realized those were the same thing, now. Davey sucked with his eyes closed. He could tell his father was happy. He wondered whether he wanted him to come in his mouth or on his face. He was enjoying the precum his father was producing, though. As Joe approached his orgasm, be remembered what Davey thought was 'the best part'. Joe was soon going to be giving it to him, again. "Aah," Joe sighed, as the first spurt of semen shot into Davey's mouth. He swallowed as the second spurt hit the back of his throat. As he expected, the blasts were weaker and there were only four strong ones before it began dribbling out of his cock. Davey enjoyed it just as much as the first big load his father fed him. As his father's cock softened, Davey felt his father's arms pulling him up. Davey lay beside his father, smiling. "That was tasty!" Joe chuckled. "Oh, you like your daddy's spunk." "I do! I told you your balls would keep me happy." Joe grinned. "I love you, Davey." "I love you, Dad. And I really love your cock." Joe squinted his eyes. "So it's like that, is it?" "Dad, you have had it your whole life. You must have noticed how wonderful it is!" They both laughed. "Yeah, I noticed. I just had trouble finding another person to notice it! Surprise! I found him." "You did. I'm starting a fan club. Will he sign autographs?" They laughed. "He only wants one person in his fan club." Davey smiled. "Now that you mention it, that's what I want too." "It's like a miracle that we want the same thing. I mean that, Davey." Davey rested his head on his father's chest. He felt his father's arm wrap around him. He looked down at his favorite cock. It was half-hard. Joe could feel his son's eyes on his prick. "I love you so much," Davey said. "Are you talking to me or him?" Davey chuckled. "Both of you. You are both perfect." "So are you, son." "I feel like such a pervert." Joe was shocked by his son's words. "Your cum is leaking out of my ass and my stomach is full of it, and it's the happiest day of my life." Joe nodded. He couldn't deny feeling the same way. "But we make each other happy, right, Dad?" "Yes, we do. We each have what the other needs. I need to feel wanted and I need sex." "And I need a man and sex. I need to be loved by a man and held by him." "Other people might think it's perverted, but all three of us will be happier, I think. I know for certain you and I will, and we will try hard to make your mother happy, too. I don't want to stop, Davey." "I don't either! The happiest day of my life would be followed by the unhappiest." Joe nodded. Joe sighed as Davey moved his head forward and kissed the head of his cock. It jumped, as it stiffened. Davey swallowed the head and began sucking on it. Joe closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He didn't think he would be able to come again so soon, but it was very pleasant. He stroked Davey's hair. After a couple of minutes, Davey's tongue stopped moving. "Davey?" he asked, softly. There was no answer. Davey had fallen asleep with his father's cock in his mouth. Joe wasn't sure how to feel about that. But he had a feeling of contentment. He figured his son felt the same way. He drifted off to sleep, himself. If you enjoyed it and would like to read more, please let me know.