Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:39:09 -0800 (PST) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 3 (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 grown sons getting to know their dads and other male relatives. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION PART 3 I managed to control my raging hormones for the rest of the ride to the motel where we were going to be staying for the family reunion. Fortunately, it wasn't that much farther past the rest stop where I'd unknowingly sucked my Uncle Joseph's cock and swallowed a huge load of his hot family cum. Seeing my dad give me occasional glances in the rearview mirror kind of put a damper on my cock as well. ***** When we did reach the motel, Dad parked in front of the office and went inside to see about the rooms. Mom and I stayed in the car. "So how long has it been since you'd seen Uncle Joseph?" I tried to sound casual. "Way too long, dear," Mom replied. "I know you think these reunions are a waste of your time, but they're the only way I get to see some of my family." "I get it. No problem," I said. "I'm sure I'll find something to do." "Well, I hope part of that something will be getting to know my relatives a little better." "I'll try," I said with an inward chuckle. "Especially Uncle Joseph," I thought to myself. "MAGGIE!" The cry pierced the air. Mom and I looked up to see who could make that sort of a shriek, and it was my Aunt Diana. I wasn't quite sure what the excitement was, since she'd been at out house only a couple months ago. Still, Mom got out of the car and hugged her sister as if they hadn't seen each other for years. "I'm glad you could make it, Di," Mom said. "Wouldn't have missed it for the world, Mags" Aunt Diana responded. "Hello, Joey. How are you?" "Fine," I mumbled going back to my iPod and searching for something interesting to listen to while Mom and Aunt Diana launched into a chatter fest. ***** "You won't believe it!" Dad yelled when he returned to the car. Mom broke off her conversation with Aunt Diana and turned toward Dad. "What is it?" "They fucked up the reservations!" "Eddy," Mom said reproachfully. She wasn't big on profanity, but it got my attention enough to turn off the iPod. "Well, they did," Dad continued. "Instead of the two rooms we reserved and confirmed, they now say all they have is a single room with twin beds! Can you believe it????!!!!" "Then just get another room," Mom said calmly. "You think I didn't try?" It was obvious that Dad was trying to restrain himself. "They're all booked up, probably because of your...family reunion." I was glad he refrained from sticking in a profane adjective at that pause. "I have twin beds as well in my room, and I can only use one at a time," Aunt Diana said. I was about to object strenuously to sharing a room with my aunt, but fortunately, Mom jumped on the opportunity. "That's perfect," she cried. "I'll stay with you, and Eddy and Joey can share our room. Can't you?" Mom looked at Dad and me, and we looked at each other. Finally, we said, almost in unison, "Sure." "Then that settles that," Aunt Diana declared. "Now, let's get your bags to my room and get you settled in. You boys will have to look after yourselves." Dad opened the trunk, and Mom grabbed her bag. "Come on, Joey," Dad said as he watched Mom and Aunt Diana disappear arm in arm. "Your stuff won't carry itself," he added as he headed off to the room. I got out of the car, grabbed my bag from the trunk, slammed the trunk shut, and hurried to catch up with Dad. ***** I hardly noticed the motel room. I just threw my stuff on one of the two twin beds and headed off to the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?" "To take a shower," I threw back over my shoulder. As I closed the door, I swear I heard Dad mutter, "None too soon." I turned on the shower to let the water warm up, and then I started to strip off my clothes. When I stood there with my underwear in my hand, I couldn't resist. I brought them up to my face and took a deep whiff. I could see the logic of Dad's comment as the smell of dried cum and other body odors overwhelmed me and I popped an almost instant boner. Dropping the underwear on the pile with the rest of my clothes, I looked down at my proud cock and grinned. Wrapping my first around it, I gave it a couple strokes and said, "You're still ready for more, aren't you, buddy." I closed my eyes and continued to work my hand slowly up and down the shaft of my cock. As I did so, my mind was filled with the day's activities--the interesting ones, anyway. Images of me being fucked by Hank the trucker and me sucking my Uncle Joseph's cock began to mingle into one continuous scene where I was sucking Uncle Joseph while Hank fucked me. "Don't waste all the hot water!" Dad yelled through the door, and his image suddenly appeared in the sex scene playing in my head. He was naked and his cock was rock hard. My eyes flew open. What the fuck? The surprise vision had caused me to stop stroking, but when I looked down, I saw that it hadn't caused my cock to lose any of its hardness. Hmmm. Time to think about that later. I grabbed a motel bottle of shampoo off of the sink and stepped into the shower. My muscles all began to relax as the warm water rushed over my body. I turned my back to the shower head and felt the water pounding on my ass as I poured shampoo into my palm. I reached up and lathered my hair good before reaching down to shampoo my pits and then moving on down to my crotch. I wasn't completely surprised to find that my cock was still hard and wanting to play. I lathered up my bush and balls, and then I began to stroke the shaft as I tipped my head back into the shower stream. I worked one hand through my hair to wash out the shampoo, and my other hand continued to work my cock. As I turned to face the shower head again and let it wash my cock and balls clean, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. My mind was instantly filled with a vision of me kneeling in a dark, mysterious room, and instead of water, I was being showered with cum. I couldn't see the source of the cum; I could just feel it raining down on me from all sides. I opened my mouth, and my mind quickly filled it not with water but with cum. "What's taking so long?" Dad yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. In my mind, I was suddenly looking up at my dad's hairy chest as his and only his cock continued to shoot buckets of cum into my mouth, over my face, and down onto my smooth chest. My body began to shake as my own cock, still being stroked by my eager fist, began to explode its own real load. Shot after shot erupted while I continued to focus on the image of my dad's grinning face above his cock. "Cum for me, Joey," he said. "What?" I called out in surprise as my eyes flew open. "I said, 'Save some for me, Joey.' I wouldn't be surprised if this dump has a limited supply of hot water." "Yeah, sure. I'm almost finished." I turned back around to the shower head for a quick rinse, giving my cock and balls one last going over. I dripped water all over the floor as I stepped out of the shower and dried off. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I threw open the bathroom door and hurried out. As I did, I ran into my waiting dad. "Sorry," I said as I quickly stepped to the side to let him pass. "About time," he said gruffly as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I stood staring at the closed door. Was it my imagination still, or had I felt Dad's hard cock when we collided? "What did I say this morning about cleaning up your own messes?" Dad yelled. "Sorry," I called out, picturing my clothes piled on the wet floor. I froze, however, when my vision panned up to the shower and saw my cum dripping down the wall opposite the shower head. I was so quick to finish cleaning my spent cock, I'd forgotten to clean the wall. "Give me a second, and I'll clean it up," I added quickly. "I've got it," he called back, sounding not quite so annoyed. Maybe the cum had been washed away, and all he saw was my pile of clothes. I dropped my towel and foraged around in my bag until I found my pajamas. I've always loved the feel of sheets against my naked body, and I thought I would have that chance here...in my own motel room. Thank you very much, stupid motel clerk mix-up. Now, it was a good thing I'd packed a pair after all; pajamas were definitely more appropriate for a family sleepover that involved sharing a room with the parents. I put on the pajamas, got into bed, closed my eyes, and tried to go to sleep. However, the sound of the shower in the background caused more visions to assail me. I couldn't help picturing my dad as he picked up my underwear from the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor and took a whiff, just as I had. I then saw him stepping into the shower, kneeling down, and beginning to lick my cum off of the shower wall. Oh fuck. What was I thinking? I rolled over and punched up my pillow. I forced myself to change my thoughts, and I soon fell asleep with my hard cock planted firmly between me and the mattress and my head filled with visions of me getting fucked by Hank in his truck sleeper while Uncle Joseph offered me his cock to suck. ***** I don't know how long I'd been asleep before my dreams took a nostalgic turn and started to replay the first time Barry and I had ever fucked. Maybe it was my mind's way of telling me that I missed him more than I thought. Or maybe I was feeling guilty that I was suddenly having sex with other men after having sex with only Barry for the past couple years. Either way, my dreams definitely insisted on reminding me of that first time. Barry and I had been hanging out at my house and playing video games all evening. When we realized how late it had become, I suggested that Barry just stay over. My parents had no objections, so Barry called his parents, and they said the sleepover was fine since it wasn't a weeknight. Mom offered to make up the guest room since I only had a twin bed, but Barry said he would be fine just sleeping on my floor. Mom shook her head but let us carry on. We grabbed a sleeping bag out of the garage and were all set. After playing video games for another couple hours, we called it a day and hit the sack. I was out like a light. "Joey, are you awake?" I heard whispered in my ear. I just grunted, confirming that I heard the question but was basically asleep. I felt a slight draft as the blankets were lifted and Barry climbed into my bed. I guessed the floor wasn't as comfortable as he'd thought it would be. I rolled over on my side to give him more room, what there was of it, and he spooned in behind me. Barry draped his arm over my side and I placed my hand on top of his. I could feel his breath on my neck as he nuzzled in tight. I could also feel his stiff cock nuzzling up against my ass cheeks. Now, I liked playing with Barry's cock, but I was exhausted. "Go to sleep," I groaned. Barry's response was for his hand to travel down across my stomach and make its way inside my pajamas. No matter how tired I was, my body recognized Barry's intentions and it didn't take long for my cock to respond to Barry's manipulations. I sighed as Barry gently stroked my cock, but my mind kept telling me to sleep. In that state, Barry could jack me as long as he wanted and he wouldn't get a reward. And he knew it. Gently, Barry applied pressure to my hip and forced me to roll over on my back as he climbed over to straddle my legs. He slipped under the covers and untied the knot in my pajama bottoms. He opened the front of the pajamas, and my hard cock popped out. Barry then reached in and manipulated my balls out as well. It wasn't long before I felt hot breath on my balls and Barry started licking my hairy ball sac and sucking on my balls. He used his tongue to pull one ball into his mouth and then he added the other. He closed his lips around my ball sac and pulled his head backward to tug rhythmically on my balls, which caused my cock to flop up and down, slapping against my stomach. Barry eventually released my balls from his mouth and nuzzled them with the ridge of his nose as he flicked his tongue out to lick the skin between my balls and my ass. Even as tired as I was, I couldn't help letting out a moan at that, and my cock started to leak precum. Barry leaned forward and took the head of my cock in his mouth, licking up the precum and exploring my piss slit with his tongue. I let out another moan. Barry reached up with his free hands and unbuttoned the tops of my pajamas as he continued to work on my cock. Once my pajamas were open and my hairless chest was exposed, Barry released my cock and dragged his tongue across my stomach, over my chest, around my left nipple, and up my neck. I could feel his hard cock pressed against mine as he whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me, Joey." Under normal conditions, my eyes would have flown open at that request, but I really was exhausted so I remained in my semi-sleep stage. Still, we'd never done that before, and who was I to object if Barry wanted to explore new experiences. I let out a sleepy moan that basically said, "Do whatever you want to do, but don't be bothered if I sleep through it." Barry shifted back and I could feel him applying something cold to my cock. As he massaged the jell all along the shaft and over the head, he leaned in again and gave my balls another oral workout. Finally, he must have been satisfied with the preparations, because the bed shifted as he moved to straddle my hips. I felt his hand grab my slippery dick as firmly as he could, and then the tip was touching his asshole. He was really going through with this! As Barry lowered his weight, I could feel the pressure on my cock that now eagerly wanted to be in that ass. There was slight resistance from the virgin asshole, but suddenly my cock head popped in. I expected Barry to scream, but he just let out a sigh of pure contentment as he continued to lower his tight ass along my shaft. I let out a contented moan of my own when I felt my cock bottom out and my pubes press against Barry's ass. Barry leaned forward to kiss my chest and nipples before whispering, "I've wanted to do this for so long." I let out a moan of agreement, which gave him permission to continue. His tight ass slid up my cock until only the head remained in his ass, and then his ass slid all the way back down. This slow repeated motion felt almost like my cock was being given a gentle massage. It was so relaxing that I'd almost fallen asleep when Barry stopped with my cock buried up his ass and, with surprising quickness, rotated so I would have seen his back if I hadn't been too tired to open my eyes and if the room hadn't been so dark. Barry then grabbed my hips and rolled us both over to the side. I'm surprised we didn't roll out of the bed, but we didn't; I managed to back up enough to prevent that disaster. Barry backed up as well to keep my cock from coming out of his ass. But he wasn't finished. With a firm grip on my hips, he continued to rotate our bodies. "What are you doing?" I mumbled. "I want you on top." Knowing the plan now, I sleepily complied and was more helpful in completing the maneuvers until Barry was facedown on my bed, I was lying on his back, and my cock was still buried in his ass. "Fuck me," he whispered. Resting my face against his neck, I began to hump his ass slowly. In a nice sleepy rhythm, I pushed my cock up his ass and pulled out again, pushed up, pulled out, pushed up. I let out a contented sigh as I worked my hands under his body to hold him in a firm embrace. My fingers moved through hair until they found his pointing nipples. Hair? "Fuck me, Joey. Please, I've wanted this for so long, Son." I froze, and my eyes flew open. In the dim light, I could see that I was in the motel room, and I was not fucking Barry. "Dad!" I said in shock. "Don't stop, Joey. Please, don't stop. Fuck me. Please. Please, Son." My mind suddenly let go and my cock took over. If my dad wanted to get fucked, he was going to get fucked. I began pounding my cock as hard as I could into my dad's ass, and he responded with grateful moans of pleasure. The more he moaned, the harder and faster I fucked. "Yes, Joey, show your dad who's the boss." "Shut up!" I ordered, surprising even myself. "Yes, sir." "I said to shut up, old man." I quickly pushed back into a kneeling position and slapped my dad hard on the ass as I thrust into him--making my point and showing him who was boss. He moaned in ecstasy. I slapped his ass again, and suddenly his ass was clamping my cock in rhythmic spasms as he gasped uncontrollably into a pillow. My dad was cumming with my cock in his ass! The realization sent me over the edge and I began to shoot my own loads of cum deep in Dad's ass. I panted and thrust and shot more cum. I panted and thrust and shot more cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. With one final shudder, I collapsed on my dad's back and sighed, "What the fuck?" "Thanks, son. I needed that," Dad sighed. "Are you okay with this?" "Fuck yeah, but what--?" "Can we discuss it in the morning?" he asked. "I'm a bit exhausted now." "Sure. Me too," I said with a laugh. I relaxed down onto Dad's back, wrapped my arms around him, buried my hands in his furry chest hair, relaxed my head against his neck, and waited for sleep to come. [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 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)