Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 15:49:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 12 (gay/incest) 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 an eighteen year old getting to know the male members of his family better. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION PART 12 There was a pounding, pounding, pounding on the motel room door. Finally, the noise sank into my sex-fatigued brain and stirred me from a very deep sleep. I looked around groggily and saw no sign of Uncle Joseph or my grandpa. Apparently, they had decided to let me sleep in as a reward for last night's sexual performance. The pounding on the door continued. I yawned, stretched, wrapped the sheet around my naked body, and trailed it across the floor as I made my unsteady way to the door. "Yes?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the bright morning light. "How many more of you are in here?" bellowed a middle-aged bear of a man as he shoved past me and marched into the room. "I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you?" I asked, closing the door and turning to face the intruder. "I'm the manager of this motel," the man said, turning to face me. "And I rented this room to one person only. My son said he saw two guys come up here last night, and a third came up later on?" "Your son?" I was still half asleep and couldn't think. "Yes, my son," the man said, raising his voice. "He works the desk when he can be bothered to help out." "Oh, I think I've met him," I said as the image flashed into my head of the desk clerk with the black ponytail who filled my dad's mouth with cum while I fucked Dad's ass. I felt my cock stirring a bit and couldn't help wishing he'd been the one checking on the sleeping arrangements instead of his obnoxious father. "That's beside the point," the man said. He was an almost single-minded man, intent on not being cheated by overpacked motel rooms, but I noticed his mind was slightly distracted by the tent that thoughts of his son had created in the sheet that was wrapped around my naked body. I stretched casually, all the better to show off my hardening cock, and said, "I'm sure my uncle didn't mean to cheat you or anything. It's just that there are lots of us here for a family reunion and the reservations got all fucked up." At the mention of something getting "fucked up," the manager gulped and took another quick look at my cock. I had to work hard not to laugh when he unconsciously, or perhaps consciously, brushed his hand across his own crotch and made a slight adjustment. "Well," said the manager, losing some of his angry steam, "I don't know about that." "Oh," I said, trying to be helpful, "my parents made reservations for two rooms, but when we got here, there was only one. My mother had to share with her sister, while I shared with my dad. And then, last night, my uncle suggested that I share his bed. And then when my grandpa got here last night, his reservation had been lost as well." "Well," the manager said, "I didn't..." Whatever he "didn't" was forgotten as I let the sheet fall to the floor and stretched out on the bed with my hard cock on display. "I know it's not your fault," I said casually. "And like I said, I'm sure my uncle wasn't trying to cheat you. Do you want me to send him by the office to talk to you when he gets back?" "Ummmm," the manager mumbled as he licked his lips and then bit his lower lip. "Or," I said as I began to stroke my cock casually, "maybe there's something I can do to set your mind at ease about the sleeping arrangements. The manager took another gulp before finally saying, "How old are you?" "Eighteen," I said, running my hand down over my balls and stretching my middle finger back toward my hidden asshole. "I think we can come to an agreement," the manager said as he ran his hand across his crotch again, showing off the now prominent outline of a respectable hard cock, and stepped closer to the bed. "Maybe you should get a little more comfortable," I said, casually reaching out to free the end of his belt. The manager just stood there as I pulled on the end of the belt until it came unhooked. I released the belt and slid the buckle over the end. That was about all I could accomplish with just one hand, so I swung around until I was sitting on the edge of the bed with the manager standing right in front of me. I reached up to unbutton his trousers. He had a slight gut, but he inhaled to make it easier for me to undress him. I unbuttoned the trousers, and then I slowly lowered the zipper while I looked the manager in the eye and licked my lips. "Is your son the one with the black ponytail?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" the manager asked, suddenly sounding nervous. "No reason," I said. "Relax." I pulled the manager's trousers and underwear down over his hips, and his hard uncut cock popped free and bounced in front of my eyes. I teased the foreskin slightly with my tongue before gently taking hold of it and sliding it back to expose the head of the manager's dick. "Isn't your son's name Steve?" I asked before quickly slipping my lips around the managers cock head and dipping my tongue into his piss slit. "Oh yeah, Steve," the manager moaned as I began to work on his cock. I wasn't sure if he was simply answering my question about the desk clerk's name or if he'd suddenly made the leap and was fantasizing that it was Steve sucking his cock. I continued stroking the manager's shaft while I pulled my mouth off and asked boldly, "Am I as good as Steve?" "Oh yeah," the manager moan. "Oh, hey, what the fuck? I didn't mean--." "Hey, don't freak out," I said, and then I quickly sucked his cock back into my mouth to let him know that I was enjoying what I was doing and wasn't trying to trick him into anything. "Mmmm," he sighed as I ran my tongue around his cock head and gently massaged his balls with one hand and a thigh with the other hand. I could feel him relaxing again, so I thought it would be worth another shot. I moved the hand from massaging his thigh to stroking his cock and pulled my head back. "Nice dick." "Thanks," he replied with an uneasy laugh. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but have you ever done this with Steve for real, or have you just fantasized about it?" There was a long pause while I just kept stroking the manager's cock and massaging his balls. He looked me in the eye and decided, apparently, that I could be trusted, because he finally said, "Just fantasized about it." Without a word, I slipped my mouth back over his cock and was rewarded with a fresh surge of precum. But now that the barrier was broken, the manager seemed more at ease. As I continued to suck his cock, he decided to talk. "Steve is gay. He came out to us, his mom and me, a couple years ago. It was a complete shock to us. We never thought. I never thought. Oh damn, that feels good." I grinned, as much as I could grin with my mouth full of cock, and continued to worship the manager's meat. I also waited for him to continue talking about Steve. It was obviously working for him since while he'd been talking about his son, his cock had gotten even harder and his precum began flowing more. "We've never really talked about what he's done with guys or not done. Or what kind of guys he even likes. I certainly couldn't give him any advice," he laughed. I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say with astonishment, "I'm the first guy who's ever sucked your dick?" And then I had his meat back in my mouth and was working it with even greater excitement now. I certainly didn't want his first blowjob from a guy to be a disappointment. "Yeah, kid," he confirmed, "you're the first. Not that I never thought about it before while I was jerking off. But damn, it never compared to what you're doing. Fuck, you're good. My wife was never good at sucking cock. It always seemed like a chore. Not like with you. You seem to enjoy cock, which makes it all the better." I paused again long enough to say, "And you seem to enjoy getting a blowjob as much as Steve. I thought he was going to pass out when he fed his cum to my dad." Without giving the manager a second to process that revelation, I was back at work with his cock in my mouth and my hand tugging on his balls. "Your dad sucked Steve? And he let you watch?" I had to stop again to say, "Watch? No, not really, I was too busy fucking Dad's ass at the time." And then I was back on the manager's cock. Well, that did it. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my throat for all he was worth. I could feel the pressure building as his balls tightened in my fist and the thrusting of his cock became more uncontrolled. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You've fucked your dad. Damn, that's so hot." I forced my mouth off his cock but continued to jack him furiously while I said, "That's exactly what Steve said. He was turned on by father-son sex too. Maybe you should try it sometime." The next thing I knew, the manager was blowing load after load after load of cum all over my face, chest, and fist. "Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve," he moaned with each blast. I slid my mouth back over his cock head to catch as much of the final cum as possible, and his body shivered with the final tremblings of orgasm. When I finally released the manager's cock from my oral grasp, he collapsed back into a chair. His trousers and underwear were around his ankles, and his satisfied cock was beginning to hang down over his balls. "Damn, boy, you know how to give head." "Thanks," I said as I began to wipe his cum off my face with my fingers and then lick my fingers clean. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw his cock give a slight jump at the sight of me eating his cum. One more surprise to add to his "first time." As the horniness began to wear off and the manager relaxed back into the real world, he must have thought twice about everything I'd said. Finally, he got up the nerve to ask, "Were you serious about Steve, or were you just fucking with my head?" "Either way, it worked, didn't it?" I laughed. "It certainly did," he laughed back. "But damn, you and your dad and my Steve?" "Hey, look," I said, trying to keep things sane, "You needed to get off, and you did. If I told you some trash to push you over the edge, that's life. It was worth it, wasn't it?" The manager stared at me in utter confusion and then finally started to laugh, "Yes, yes, it was fucking worth it. Thanks, kid." He stood up and pulled up his trousers and underwear. As he fastened the trousers and his belt, he watched me spread back out on the bed and begin to jerk my own cock at a leisurely and pleasurable rate. "Ummm," he started nervously, "you need help with that?" I laughed and let him off the hook by saying, "Not this time... Say, what's your name?" "Peter," he said with a touch of embarrassment. "How fitting," I laughed. "Well, nice to have had your peter, Peter." "Thanks," he grinned. "Nice to have been had." "Maybe Steve can join us next time," I said with a wink as I continued to stroke my cock. "I'd better be going," he muttered. The nervousness had obviously returned. "Cum again anytime," I called as he opened the motel room door. "Thanks," he mumbled as he quickly stepped through the door and closed it behind him. I eventually shot a nice, delicious load while thinking about what it would be like to have a fuck session with both Steve and Peter. ***** I made a quick trip to the park to let my parents know that I was moving in with Uncle Joseph for the duration. Mom immediately went off to find Uncle Joseph to hear it directly from the horse's mouth before giving her approval. Mom's brief absence gave me the chance to apologize to Dad for being so rude to him over the sleeping arrangements. After all, it wasn't his fault Mom moved into the motel room. And it certainly wasn't my place to get jealous about him fucking her in the middle of the night when he was feeling horny and couldn't use my ass like I wanted him to. Of course, I wasn't above getting in a little dig either. I casually mentioned that I now knew firsthand how thick my grandpa's cock was...and that I was able to take the whole thing. Before Dad could respond with anything but wide-eyed surprise, Mom returned and said that Uncle Joseph was in fact fine with me sharing his room, so it was fine with her. Dad made me promise to mind Uncle Joseph and do everything he said. I promised with a laugh and headed back to the motel to move my stuff from their room to Uncle Joseph's room. ***** As I walked across the motel parking lot, I saw the unmistakable black ponytail that belonged to Steve, the desk clerk. I let my gaze wander down to see his muscular ass packed in a pair of tight blue jeans. I couldn't help myself. I impulsively ran up behind Steve and gave his ponytail a playful jerk. "Hey!" he exclaimed, turning to look at me. "Oh, it's you." "Yeah, it's me. Joey. You don't have to sound so excited," I said. "Sorry, you caught me by surprise." "Yeah, well, Steve, if you'd stopped by our room again like you promised, maybe it wouldn't have been such a surprise," I chided him. "Well, when I saw a woman going in and out, I figured the invitation had been canceled," Steve said with obvious disappointment. "No, not canceled," I laughed, "just relocated." "Where to," Steve asked eagerly. "Come on and I'll show you," I said as I started walking toward Uncle Joseph's room, swinging my hips a bit more suggestively than was probably called for. But it worked, and Steve was quickly walking at my side. "You and me, right now?" he asked. "Why not?" I replied casually. "Are you working?" "No, dad let me off this morning, so I'm free." "He finally got you off, did he?" I laughed. "What? Oh," he said with a laugh of his own. "Unfortunately, he just LET me off." "But you wish he'd get you off, don't you," I pursued. "Well," Steve hesitated, "it was sure hot watching you fuck your own dad." "Is that a yes?" I pressured. "If your dad was interested, you would be too?" "Yes, definitely," Steve acknowledged. "But he never would. He's the most macho guy in the world. He'd be disgusted by the idea." "Well, then I guess it's up to me to take care of your needs," I laughed. "And vice versa," he said as we arrived at Uncle Joseph's door. "This is it," I said, starting to unlock the door. "My Uncle Joseph let me move in with him when my Mom upset the previous sleeping arrangements." "Works for me," Steve laughed. "Hey, I'd better go get my stuff while I think about it. You go on in and make yourself comfortable, and I do mean comfortable. I'll be right back." "I should probably go with you," Steve objected. "What if your uncle comes back?" "Not likely, but if he does, just keep him entertained until I get back," I laughed. "What?" he asked with genuine surprise. "You heard me. I'll be right back," I said with a smile. Steve smiled back, entered the room, and closed the door. ***** I entered the motel office and stopped to catch my breath after running across the parking lot. "May I help you?" asked the woman behind the desk. "I was looking for Peter," I said. "I've got this," Peter said as he emerged from the back room. He took me by the elbow, directed me out to the parking lot, and closed the door behind us. "Sorry for the rush," I said. "I thought I could trust you to keep this morning secret," Peter said angrily. "Oh, you can," I assured him. "I just wanted to tip you off that I'm about to have sex with Steve, and he would love to have you join us." "What? You didn't tell him--" "No, no. He doesn't know anything about me giving you a blowjob." "Then what the fuck are you talking about?" Peter asked, tightening his grip on my elbow. "As we were heading to my room, I asked him the hypothetical question about whether he would want his dad to join our fuck session, and he said definitely." "He did not," Peter said with disbelief. "He did, but he also said that it would never happen. He thinks you would be too disgusted to do anything with another man," I laughed, "let alone your own son." "He really wants to have sex with me?" Peter asked with interest rather than surprise. "Just as much as I think you want to have sex with him, since it was his name you kept repeating while you were covering me with cum this morning. But it's up to you. I'm going to go have sex with Steve in that same room, and I'll leave the door unlocked in case you want to join us." I gave Pete a wink and walked away, with my hips swinging a nonverbal invitation. ***** After a quick stop at my parent's room to gather my belongings, I headed back to join Steve for a little fun. When I entered Uncle Joseph's room, I closed the door slowly and carefully to make sure that it didn't latch. A smile broke out on my face as I turned around and saw Steve stretched out on the bed. He was completely naked and stroking his hard cock. "Looks like you decided to make yourself comfortable after all," I laughed as I put down my bag and began to strip off my clothes as fast as I could. "I hated to start without you," he laughed back, "but my dick had other ideas." "I like the way your dick thinks," I said. Steve spread his legs wide, and I climbed on the bed between his legs. I gave his cock a quick lick from balls to tip before making my way on up the bed and letting my body relax onto Steve's smooth muscular body. My cock slid off of his cock and nestled in his pubes. I gently pulsed my hips to grind my cock into the soft hair. "Mmm, feels nice," Steve sighed as he drew my face toward his and gave me a soft initial kiss. I found his hands, twined my fingers with his, and then forced his hands up beside his head. I then leaned in for a more urgent kiss, and Steve responded eagerly. His mouth opened to invite my tongue in, and his tongue quickly thrust forward to explore my mouth as well. His tongue glided over my teeth and across my gums, eagerly finding every hidden crevice and lapping up every drop of saliva that it could find. The eagerness with which Steve was kissing me took my breath away, and I was almost beginning to hyperventilate with the extreme excitement. I had to force myself back in order to recover my breath. "Damn," I said. "When you kiss, you really kiss." "And when I fuck," Steve laughed, "I really fuck." "Then what do you say we get too it," I said suggestively. "I do have to get back to my family soon." "Sounds good to me. Got any lube?" "There might be some left," I laughed as I reached over to the nightstand drawer and found Uncle Joseph's lube. "Where do you want it?" "What?" Steve asked, slightly confused. "Up your ass or mine?" I laughed. "Well, you're dad looked like he was really enjoying it when you fucked him, so I guess you'd better lube me up and give me what you gave him," Steve grinned. "You got it," I said as I sat back on my haunches and flipped open the lube. For his part, Steve quickly lifted his legs so he could grab his ankles and give me full access to his asshole. I squirted some lube onto my index finger and teased Steve by gently tracing around his ass pucker, which quivered with excitement. It even opened and closed slightly in anticipation. "I thought you were in a hurry," Steve laughed. "Sorry, I forgot," I said with a wink. I gently forced the lubed finger into Steve's ass and he let out a sigh. I explored the walls of his ass briefly before I pulled my finger back out, added more lube and another finger, and returned to exploring Steve's ass and opening up the tight ring that clamped down on my fingers like a vice. A short time later, I pulled out the two fingers, added more lube and another finger and then returned to work on Steve's ass. During all of this, Steve just moaned and enjoyed the sensations I was giving him. He was surrendering his body and enjoying the dexterity of my manual manipulation. His passivity vanished when I found his prostate and set him off thrashing against the mattress and clamping his ass muscles tighter than ever on my fingers. "Oh, damn, you gotta fuck me now," he begged. Well, I've always been happy to fulfill requests, so I quickly lubed up my own cock, gave it a few strokes to prep it, slapped it against Steve's ass cheeks a few times, and then lined up the head with his hole. Either I got him primed up really well, or he was more eager than he seemed, because my cock slipped in without any resistance at all and was virtually sucked all the way in to the balls. "Fuck, you've done this before," I laughed. "Once or twice," he laughed back. "But not as much as I would like since my fuckbuddy went away to college." "Sorry to hear that," I said, "but we'll see what I can do to fill that void. And if you're really good, maybe I'll introduce you to a couple guys who can take care of you after I go home." "Here in this town?" he asked, sounding truly shocked. "Oh yeah," I confirmed with a sigh as I began to fuck my cock slowly in and out of Steve's ass. "Mmmmm, that feels good," Steve moaned. "Nice and slow and steady, just the way I like it." "Then that's the way you're gonna get it," I whispered as I continued to fuck Steve slowly and gently. I didn't know how long I could keep it up though, because his ass muscles were doing a job on my cock as it slid in and out, and I wasn't sure how long it would be before the ass massage drove my cock wild and it took on a pounding will of its own. "So, who are these men you can set me up with?" Steve sighed as he just relaxed completely into the fucking. "I'm not sure I should tell you without checking with them first," I moaned back, trying desperately to keep my cock under control. "Oh, come on," he pleaded, giving my cock an extra-tight squeeze with his ass. "Oh fuck, okay, ease up unless you want me to start fucking your ass good and hard." Steve just laughed and relaxed his ass, so I continued. "You know Officer Perry?" "He's one mean fucker," Steve moaned. "Everyone in town is scared of him." "That's because they've never been handcuffed to a tree and fucked by him in the middle of the night," I bragged. "Oh damn, really?" Steve asked incredulously as his cock made a couple excited flexes. "I've always thought he was hot but figured he'd beat the shit out of me if I approached him." "And I'm telling you he'd rather fuck the shit out of you," I laughed as I began to speed up my fucking. The memory of getting brutally but pleasurably fucked by Officer Perry was pushing my limits. "Take a walk in the park some night, and you'll find out for yourself." "I will," Steve moaned. "Thanks for the tip. Who else?" "Ummm, well, you know that sports store down by the park?" "Oh yeah," Steve sighed. "Well, the owner--" "Mike Griffin?" bellowed Steve. I froze in surprise at Steve's reaction but managed to confirm, "Yeah, that's him." "Oh shit," Steve laughed, "he's my fuckbud's dad! Oh FUCK ME!" From the emphasis in that last command, I figured Steve had had enough of the soft and gentle, so I stepped up the pace and began to give him a deep hard fuck. "Yeah, that's it," Steve moaned. "I've had the hots for Mr. Griffin for years. Damn, I'd love to have him fuck me like you're doing. Oh, harder, Joey. HARDER!" I began to pound Steve's ass good. Flesh slapping flesh. My cock slurping in and out of his ass. Steve's ragged breaths as I drove the air out of him. I was so engrossed in giving Steve a good going over that I didn't hear the motel room door finally open and Peter sneak into the room. "Yes, Joey, yes, yes, yes, yes," Steve moaned with every thrust of my cock. "I can't last much longer, Steve. Your ass is driving me crazy. I'm gonna fill it with cum soon." "Oh yea, fill my ass with your hot cum, Joey," Steve begged. "And then get the fuck out of the way so I can fuck his ass too," Peter laughed. "Dad!" "I thought you'd never get here, Peter," I moaned. "Just in time. Oh fuck, Steve, here it CUMS!" I fucked frantically and Steve clamped his ass tight on my cock as he said, "Yeah, Joey, give me your cum. Oh fuck, fill me up quick. Get it good and ready for my dad. Oh, Dad, get ready for your turn." "I am, Son," Peter said. I took a quick look and saw he was already naked and stroking his uncut cock. The sight of his foreskin slipping back and forth over his cock head sent me over the edge, and I began to shoot load after load up Steve's ass. "Yeah, give me your cum, Joey," Steve ordered. "Fill my ass. Oh yeah!" I shuddered as I made my final deposit in Steve's ass. I paused to catch my breath, and then I slowly slid my cock out. I grabbed my cock at the base with my fist wrapped around my balls and casually wiped my cock against Steve's cock, balls, and pubes. I ran my fist up my cock and worked out one final load of cum. It beaded up at my piss slit and then began to sag slowly, creating a long stream of cum as the main bead descended to Steve's cock. I used my cock head to smear the cum along Steve's cock. Then I drew back, leaned in, and licked my cum off of Steve's cock, which jumped at the sensation. "Damn, you're hot Joey," Steve moaned. "Okay, okay, enough with the playtime," Peter said. "Get out of the way so a real man can get some business done." "He's all yours," I laughed and got off the bed. Peter eagerly got on the bed between Steve's legs and pointed his hard cock at Steve's ass. He even used his cock head to smear around some of my cum that was leaking out of Steve's ass. But then Peter hesitated. "What is it?" Steve asked. "Are you sure you really want this, Son?" Peter asked. "Because there's no going back." "Fuck yeah, Dad," Steve confirmed. "I'm all ready for it. Have been for years." "Really?" "Really, Dad. Now are you going to give me the fuck I want, or are we going to have a heart-to-heart chat? I know which I want, and I want it right now." Without another word and without even lubing up his cock, Peter pushed forward and his cock easily popped into Steve's asshole. Peter continued to push forward until he was buried to the balls. I guess the lube and cum already inside Steve's hole was all they needed. Peter took Steve's ankles in his hands and pulled them back so Steve's ankles rested on his dad's shoulders. I quietly sat down in the chair and watched mesmerized as Peter began to fuck his son for the first time ever. It was nice and slow. "Oh, Dad, that feels so good," Steve sighed. "Sure does, Son," Peter confirmed as he casually fucked his cock in and out of Steve's asshole. Although depositing my cum in Steve had been a purely physical act of getting my rocks off and making Steve feel good, I could tell by watching Peter and Steve that their union was something more. It had the same heightened emotional element that I had with my own dad and with Uncle Joseph. I was so engrossed in the unreserved pleasure that Peter and Steve were giving each other that I didn't notice the motel room door open and close again. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Uncle Joseph leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Making new friends?" I quickly motioned for Uncle Joseph to be quiet. I didn't want to disrupt Steve and Peter. I figured an interruption might be awkward and keep them from ever hooking up again, but if they were both fully satisfied by the encounter, they would be more likely to enjoy their own family reunion whenever the mood struck again. Uncle Joseph indicated his complete understanding, but the price of his silence was made clear when he quietly unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock and balls. I was willing to pay that price, so I gave up watching Peter fuck Steve while Steve began to beg his dad to go harder and deeper. I kneeled in front of Uncle Joseph and gently ran my fingers over his hairy balls as his cock began to stiffen. I looked up at Uncle Joseph's face and saw that instead of looking down at me, he was intent on watching Peter and Steve. I understood the fascination, but I also wanted his full attention. I tightened my grip on Uncle Joseph's balls and pulled down gently but firmly. As I anticipated, that got his attention, along with a small frown. Quickly leaning in, I swallowed Uncle Joseph's cock and began to go to work. It didn't take long before he was leaking his delicious precum and I was lapping it up. My saliva was trickling down his shaft and onto his balls, so I pulled my mouth off of his cock and quickly lapped up my spit from his balls. Uncle Joseph let out a low moan, and I quickly looked over at Peter and Steve, but they were completely engrossed in each other and oblivious to everything and everyone else. I watched Peter give Steve a few sharp thrusts of his cock, and then I returned my full attention to Uncle Joseph's cock. He was slowly stroking himself, and when I glanced up, I saw that he was once again fixated on Peter and Steve. This time, I just let him enjoy the view while I got back to enjoying his cock. Uncle Joseph soon planted his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck his cock down my throat in a slow and steady motion. I just relaxed my throat and let him have his way with my tonsils. As the moans and groans and slapping of flesh increased on the bed, Uncle Joseph increased his pace. It was as if he was fucking Steve in unison with Peter and had forgotten all about me. I didn't care. I just wished he was fucking my ass, but accomplishing that would be too distracting and would ruin everything. I just let Uncle Joseph continue to pound his cock down my throat and bury my nose in his musky pubes. "Oh, Son," Peter moaned, "I can't last much longer." "Me either, Dad," sighed Steve, so I figured he must be jacking his cock while his dad fucked his ass. "I never dreamed we would ever do this," Peter said, with a tinge of apprehension. "Me either, Dad," Steve moaned, "but I've wanted to do it for a long time." "Oh fuck, Steve!!!!!" "Fill my ass, Dad. I want your cum in me. I want to be one with you. Fill me with the cum that made me!" "Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve," moaned Peter with every thrust of his cock and slap of his flesh with his son. "Now, Dad. Now! I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" Steve bellowed. "ME TOO, STEVE!" Peter bellowed in return and then let out a massive roar, which could only mean that he was depositing his boiling load of daddy cum in Steve's ass at that moment. "YES!" Steve screamed, and I could imagine his own cum flying over his own stomach. "Oh yeah," Uncle Joseph sighed, and his cock began pulsing in my throat. I planted my hands on his hips and shoved him back slightly. I wanted to taste his seed, not have it just go straight to my stomach. My reward came quickly as my mouth was soon filled with shot after shot of Uncle Joseph's creamy cum. When Uncle Joseph was finished making his deposit, he patted me on the head and collapsed into the chair. I looked around and saw Peter collapse on top of Steve. Steve tapped his dad on the shoulder and pointed in my direction. Peter looked at me and froze. "This is my Uncle Joseph," I said, wiping a glob of cum off my chin and transferring it to my mouth. "Glad to meet you," Uncle Joseph said. "I'd get up, but Joey here just drained me, so it will be a little while before I can get up again." "Me too," Peter laughed and relaxed. "I'm ready for whoever gets up first," Steve volunteered. "Well, unfortunately, I promised Mom that I would get back to the reunion after moving my stuff," I said. "She'll be expecting me. I'm late already." "Then run along, Joey," Uncle Joseph said. "I'll take care of your guests for you." "Oh fuck, let her wait," I said as I dove onto the bed with Peter and Steve and began licking up Steve's cum where it was starting to run down his side. "Looks like you might need some help there," Uncle Joseph laughed as he joined us in bed and began licking up Steve's cum on the other side. Steve started to giggle a bit from the feel of our tongues on his skin. "Easy, boys. There's more where that came from," he laughed. "Save some for me," ordered Peter. Uncle Joseph and I looked at each other and then we simultaneously swiped up some cum on our fingers and held them out together for Peter, who leaned forward and licked our fingers clean. "Mmmmmm," Peter sighed, and I laughed when I saw that he was slowly pulsing his cock in Steve's ass. "I guess Peter beat you to the recovery, Uncle Joseph." "Well, it's not recovered," Peter laughed, "but it's not dead either." "Feels nice, Dad," Steve sighed. "Maybe we should leave these lovebirds to it," offered Uncle Joseph gallantly. "Not on your life," Steve said quickly. "I want your cock up my ass too. And I bet Joey's dying to sit on my dad's cock." "Whoring me out already, are you, Son?" Peter laughed. "You didn't seem to mind filling my mouth with cum this morning," I observed. "What?" Steve and Uncle Joseph shouted together. "I've done a lot today that I never thought I would ever do in a million years," Peter acknowledged. "And I like it all!" Peter crowed. "Well, you've got a lot more to try before you're all caught up," laughed Uncle Joseph. "Then lets get started," Peter ordered. ***** Before that day was finished, Peter had a pretty thorough introduction to man sex, and he turned out to be a very avid student. He completely wore out Steve, Uncle Joseph, and me, and he was still ready for more. Uncle Joseph and I had to get back to the reunion at some point, so we finally just left Peter and Steve in the motel room to explore their newfound sexual relationship by themselves. "I hope you don't mind that I let them use your room without asking you first," I said as Uncle Joseph and I walked away from the motel. "I think I'll get over it," Uncle Joseph laughed. "But what are we going to do about PopPop? I love my dad and it sounded like you had fun riding him last night, but I would really like some time alone with you." "So would I," I said, wrapping my arm around Uncle Joseph's waist, forcing him to wrap his arm around my shoulder. "I wonder if Frank and Evan would mind having your grandpa stay with them tonight," Uncle Joseph thought out loud. "Are you kidding?" I laughed. "Once I have a chance to tell Evan about last night, he'll be begging PopPop to stay with them." "Damn, you boys are just as horny as we were at your age," Uncle Joseph laughed. "Except neither of us had brothers to show us the ropes," I said. "Ropes. Hmmm, that gives me an idea," Uncle Joseph said with a wink. "I'll definitely talk to Evan!" I said and gave Uncle Joseph's waist a squeeze. As we left the parking lot and headed off toward the park, Uncle Joseph let out a sudden laugh and said, "I just hope PopPop doesn't decide to go back to the motel room this afternoon. I'm not sure Peter would be ready for that." "But Steve would be!" I laughed and made a mental note to have a quick conversation with PopPop about the opportunities waiting for him at the motel if he needed an afternoon break from the family reunion. Or maybe I would just let him save it all up for cousin Evan. [Hope you enjoyed the latest installment of this fictional series. Always play SAFE in the real world. And don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.] Other stories by this author (Hot for Dads): http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/trucking-with-dad/ (a 12-part series about a son's time on the road with his dad) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-mate-and-his-dad/ (a 10-part series about a guy, his best friend, and their dads) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daveys-family-holidays/ (Holiday stories featuring Davey, Larry, and their dads)