Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 06:20:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 8 (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...


PART 8

"So," I said as Dad and I walked from the motel back to the park for the
evening dance at the family reunion, "you never answered my question."

"What question?" Dad asked.

"Does Mom know you like cock?"

"Joey."

"I'm curious."

"You shouldn't talk about your mother that way."

"I'm not," I laughed. "I'm talking about you that way. Come on, you know
you can trust me."

"Well, I think she knows I don't object to it," he said, without looking at
me.

"What???" I couldn't hide my surprise. "How????"

For a second, it looked like Dad wasn't going to tell me. He sat down on a
park bench, stared at the grass, and twisted his hands for a few seconds
before he finally said something.

"I'm still not sure, after all these years, if she saw."

"Saw what?" I asked eagerly as I sat down beside him. "When?"

"About a month before you were born," Dad said thoughtfully. "You know you
weren't our first try at having kids, but you were the one that seemed to
take. Still, the doctor was worried about your mom carrying you to term, so
he ordered bed rest for her as soon as he knew you were coming. Well, the
doctor made no bones about the fact that bed rest meant an end to conjugal
rights as well."

"Conjugal rights? What's that?"

"Fucking, Son. You cost your old man several months of pussy."

"Sorry," I laughed.

Dad just kind of smiled at me and said, "It was worth it."

"Glad you think so," I smiled back.

"Anyway," Dad continued, "we even moved into the guest room with the twin
beds. Your mother didn't want to take any chances with my morning wood
slipping where it wasn't supposed to be."

"I guess she had your number."

"Yep," he agreed. "She knew how much I liked fucking her pussy, and she
liked having my cock."

"Woah," I laughed. "Too much of the wrong information."

"Well," Dad said, "I'm just pointing out that it wasn't a chore making
you. It was a pleasure. But doing without for all those months was
definitely a chore."

"So you finally went out and discovered cock?" I prodded.

"Not exactly. I made due with my good right hand when the urge became
overpowering during those long months. You're mom even helped with an
occasional handjob too. Unfortunately, she never really enjoyed giving
blowjobs."

"DAD!" I said with mock horror.

"The truth's the truth," he laughed.

"Get to the cock already!" I ordered.

"Yes, sir," he said. "Well, about a month before you decided to come into
the world, my little sister, your Aunt Becky, decided to run off to Vegas
and get hitched to my old Army buddy Ben. When the newlyweds stopped by our
place on their way back home, Becky said they eloped because she just
didn't want to make a fuss. Well, your mom was having none of that. She
insisted that Becky and Ben stay with us while she organized an entire
celebration...all from her bed. She's an impressive woman, your mother is."

"Cock, Dad."

"Okay, okay," Dad laughed. "The party was a huge success. Loud
music. Dancing. Lots to drink. I mean LOTS to drink. And lots of
people. There was hardly room to squeeze between guests if you wanted to
get from one place to another. And your mother wasn't left out. Everyone
traipsed off to our bedroom at some point or another to sit and talk with
her. So, by the time the party was all over and I'd seen the newlyweds and
my parents all off to bed, your mom was plumb tuckered out. I kissed her
goodnight, but even in my state, I could see she was already out like a
light."

"And what state was that?" I asked slyly.

"Well, I'd had a bit too much to drink, keeping up with Ben. He always
could drink me under the table. So I kissed you mom on the forehead and..."

"And?"

"Ummm, well, I kissed her belly...you...goodnight too."

"Ain't that sweet." I said with a grin.

"Watch it," Dad laughed, giving me a gentle knock with his shoulder. "After
that, I stumbled around a bit trying to get undressed, and then I collapsed
face down on the other bed."

"You mean 'passed out'?"

"Yes, I mean 'passed out.' And in that state, I didn't realize that I'd
managed to take of my underwear along with my pants."

"Understandable mistake," I laughed.

"Do you want to hear this or not?" Dad asked with mock annoyance.

"Only if you're going to get to the cock soon," I laughed.

"Then get ready, because here it comes. I don't know how long I'd been
passed out, but I woke up all groggy and a bit confused when I felt a hand
clamp down over my mouth. I tried to twist around and see what was going
on, but I was held firmly in place."

"No way!"

"I felt someone stretching out on my back and pinning my entire body to the
bed. I also felt the sensation of silk against my skin. From the weight, I
knew it was definitely a man and from the silk, I guessed he was wearing
pajamas. Well, unless someone broke into the house wearing pajamas, I knew
immediately that it had to be Ben or Dad."

"No fucking way, Grandpa?!"

Dad laughed. "Sorry to disappoint, but when the guy, whose breath smelled
like a keg of beer, leaned in and said, 'Steady, Eddy,' I knew it was my
old buddy Ben."

"And your new brother-in-law!" I said.

"Yep," Dad agreed. "And then he whispered, 'It's been a long time, Eddy,'
as he ground his hips against me. All I could do was nod my head as I felt
his cock hardening and pressing those silk pajamas between my ass cheeks."

"'A long time?' You mean you and Uncle Ben...?"

"Yes, Joey, when we were in the Army and Ben's girl-of-the-moment wouldn't
put out, I let him use my ass."

"Wow, Uncle Ben! But what about Aunt Becky? They were newlyweds!"

"I wondered the same thing until Ben whispered in my ear, 'Your sister
doesn't seem to like cock as much as you do, and I've got a load to blow.'
At that moment, your mother stirred, and Ben froze."

"So he wasn't completely stone drunk?" I laughed.

"No, he had a bit of control at that point. Once your mom settled though,
Ben whispered, 'Are you game?' I nodded, and Ben finally removed his hand
from my mouth. I felt him reach down between us and pull his hard cock and
his heavy balls out of the front of his pajamas and press his dick down
between my thighs. He began flexing his hips to pump his cock between my
thighs as he dropped his forehead to rest between my shoulder blades."

"Cool," I said softly.

"After a few minutes of getting my thighs slick with precum, Ben brought
his fist up to his mouth and spit what sounded like a big glob of saliva
into his palm. He then reached down, pulled his cock from between my thighs
and began to add his spit to the precum on his cock head and shaft. He
reached up for another glob of spit, and this time, he applied it to my
asshole, working it in with his fingers. Knowing what he had in mind, I
struggled a bit."

"Spit for lube? Is that enough?" I asked my dad with genuine shock.

"Well, I really didn't want to find out, but Ben leaned forward and
whispered, 'Relax and enjoy.' So I knew he was going ahead with his plan
and if I tried to stop him, the commotion would definitely wake up your
mother. The only thing I could do was relax like he said and stuff my mouth
with the pillow. Ben spit another wad of saliva into his hand, worked a bit
of it into my ass, and worked the rest of it onto his cock. I felt him
press against my asshole and I immediately clenched up. 'Relax,' he
hissed. I bit harder on the pillow and tried to relax my ass muscles. That
was all the help he needed. At the first sign of relaxation, Ben rammed his
cock forward and nearly ripping my ass apart. I wanted to scream so bad but
just bit into my pillow and thrashed my head back and forth."

"Damn." I whispered, as I pictured my Dad getting fucked with my mom asleep
in the room.

"My sentiments exactly," Dad laughed. "But once he had me impaled, Ben just
stretched out over me and remained motionless. My body finally began to
relax and get used to the invading cock. The silk pajamas shifted slightly
with Ben's breathing, and the feel of silk on my skin was a new experience
for me. I managed to concentrate on the sensual feeling and continued to
relax. Ben also started to run his hands up and down my sides and along my
arms, stimulating my skin and sending shivers down my spine toward where
his cock melted into my ass."

"So spit was enough?" I asked my dad with awe.

"Not really," Dad laughed, "but it was all I was going to get, so I tried
to relax and let him get off. Ben had the same idea, because he finally
began slowly humping my ass. Soft and gentle. Slowly pulsing. No headboard
banging. No springs squeaking. Just a gentle grinding of cock and
ass. Thanks to Ben's slow approach, my ass continued to get used to his
cock, and I continued to relax. The more I relaxed, the more Ben started to
increase his fucking. He forced his arms around my chest and held me tight,
wrapping me in a feeling of silk. His fucking continued to be shallow, but
his thrusts became harder and faster."

"Oh yeah," I sighed, getting into Dad's description.

"And when he began to breath heavily in my ear," Dad continued, "I knew he
was getting close. As he pumped harder and faster, I couldn't help
whispering, 'Fuck me, Benny. I need your cum.' I'd hardly finished saying
that when your mother moaned. I froze, but Ben was too far gone. He kept
fucking and fucking and fucking, sliding those silk pajamas all over my
body and his cock in and out of my ass."

"With Mom watching?"

"Believe me," Dad said, "I looked over in her direction and was terrified
of what I would see, but it looked like she was still asleep. When I froze,
my ass tensed up like it was grabbing Ben's cock for dear life, and Ben
moan, 'Oh fuck,' before burying his cock all the way up my ass. He let out
soft, ragged groans as he coated my ass walls with his cum. Load after load
of hot cum. Filling my ass while my wife slept in the next bed."

"Damn," I whispered, and realized that I had been massaging my own cock as
Dad talked.

"When Ben stopped cumming," Dad continued, "he relaxed onto my back and
just laid there for a while. Finally, he whispered, 'Thanks, buddy. I
really needed that.' After a few more minutes, I felt him slowly pulling
his cock out of my burning ass. It hurt almost as much coming out as it did
going in, so I just bit down on the pillow again and waited for the pain to
go away. Ben massaged my back and ass a bit as he sat up and put his
softening cock and empty balls back into his silk pajamas. And then,
without another word, he got out of bed, walked across the room, exited,
and closed the door behind him."

"Wow." It's all I could think to say when Dad paused for a moment.

Dad looked at me and then back down at the grass before carried on with the
end of the story. "I laid there for a few more minutes, just letting my
body relax, and then I finally realized that there was one thing that
wasn't relaxing. My cock was still rock hard from the fuck I'd just
received and it wanted release. I rolled over on my back and began to jack
off. It was not slow and sensual. I was jacking just to come, as hard and
as fast as I could. With my free hand, I finally reached down to feel my
tender ass and discovered it was wet. I was afraid I was bleeding from the
fuck, so I quickly brought my hand up to my face. I couldn't see anything
in the dark, but I knew that smell, and I licked my finger to make sure. It
was definitely Ben's cum leaking out of my ass. I quickly reached down to
finger-fuck myself while I frantically jacked away."

"You are so hot, Dad."

"Oh, Joey, I shouldn't be telling you this. You just got me started and I
kind of lost track of where I was." Dad looked a bit embarrassed.

"I asked. Now, finish the story!" I ordered with my authoritarian voice.

"Yes, Sir," Dad responded. "Between the fast jacking and the knowledge that
I was finger-fucking myself with Ben's cum, it didn't take long. I stifled
my moans as much as I could, but I was like a man possessed. I finally
started thrusting my hips up, driving my cock through my pumping fist. In
no time, each thrust of my hips started sending a shot of cum flying
through the air and onto my chest and stomach."

"I know the feeling," I laughed.

"I finally calmed down enough to relax my body," Dad said. "I could feel
the cum cooling and beginning to trickle along my skin. I quickly swiped
along my skin to catch the cum. I didn't want to leave traces on the
sheets. With nothing else to do with the cum, I finally raised my hand and
licked it clean. A switch flipped in my head and I suddenly had to have
more cum. I quickly swept up more cum in my palm and licked it clean
again. When I'd cleaned up all of my own cum, I reached between my legs and
ran my fingers through Ben's cum that was still leaking out of my ass. I
licked my fingers clean again and again and again, until I couldn't find
any more cum on my body or leaking from my ass."

"You are a slut, Dad!"

"Well, Joey, when there was nothing more to eat, I finally heaved a sigh of
relief and rolled over on my side. I froze. I swear I saw your mother
looking right at me. But I couldn't keep from blinking, and when I looked
again just a slim instant later, her eyes were definitely shut."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure of anything," Dad conceded. "I'm not sure if your mom saw my
cum hunger. I'm not sure if she saw my brother-in-law fucking me. I'm just
not sure."

"I don't suppose you could have just asked her," I laughed.

"Not likely," Dad said with a slight grin. "Anyway, the next morning, it
was like nothing had happened. Your mother was a cheery as ever. When Becky
and Ben came to say goodbye, there was no negative reaction. And after you
were born, your mother was just as eager to get fucked as she ever was. I
have no complaints there."

"And there's been no clue at all?" I asked. "Mom's never let anything slip
in all these years that Aunt Becky and Uncle Ben have been coming for
regular visits?"

"Nothing I've ever seen," Dad confirmed. "And Ben and I have been more
careful since then."

"What???!!! You and Uncle Ben are still fuck-buddies?"

"Whenever he's in town and needs to make a deposit?"

"A deposit?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Of his cum in my ass," Dad laughed.

"Oh," I said, joining him in the laughter. "I wouldn't mind that kind of
deposit myself. I've always thought he was hot!"

"You've got that right," Dad agreed.

"Well, I guess either Mom was completely asleep, or she was just glad to
see that someone could give you what you needed while she was bed ridden."

"Either way, it just makes me even more determined not to hurt her," Dad
said seriously. "I love your mother more than anyone but you. It's just
that she can't give me what guys can. The way I look at it, it's almost the
same as if your mother didn't like golf and I just had to go play golf with
the boys once in a while."

"Well, sign me up for your foursome the next time," I laughed.

"Will do," Dad said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me
close to him.

*****

"What are you two looking so chummy about?" Uncle Joseph asked as he walked
up to the park bench where Dad and I were still sitting.

"Dad was just telling me about the wedding present he gave Uncle Ben."

"What, you mean the late-night butt-fuck?" Uncle Joseph laughed.

"Joe!" Dad objected.

"You know about Uncle Ben?" I asked with a bit of surprise.

"Who do you think introduced Benny to your dad's ass?" Uncle Joseph asked
with a wink.

"You?" I asked, a bit stunned. "How long have you two...?"

"For your first question, yes, me," Uncle Joseph said. "Eddy brought Ben
back with him on leave one time and we were all hanging out. Ben was
complaining about the lack of ready pussy. No slut sisters to share, so I
finally told Ben if he got really desperate, he could use your Dad's ass."

"Really?" I asked.

"It wasn't quite like that," Dad objected lamely.

"Close enough," Uncle Joseph laughed. "I just had to show him the way, and
he was happy with sloppy seconds...at least that first time. Damn, I can
still remember how hot it was to fuck your hungry Army ass right out of
bootcamp, especially with your buddy watching and waiting to be next."

"Is that true?" I asked, looking at Dad.

"Like he said, close enough," Dad conceded. "And after that, Ben knew where
to deposit his cum when a pussy wasn't available."

"No wonder he was so casual about fucking you right after he married your
sister," I observed.

"Not to be too modest," Dad laughed, "but I think my ass helped Becky to
land Ben in the first place."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Uncle Joseph agreed.

"Okay, so that still doesn't answer how long you two, and, for that matter,
Uncle Frank, and Uncle Harry, and Uncle Adam have been playing around," I
observed.

"Well, if you're asking how long we've been fucking your old man's ass and
filling him with cum" said Uncle Joseph casually, "then the answer is since
high school. I taught him everything he knows."

"That's what you think," Dad laughed.

"I was certainly the first one to drill your virgin ass," Uncle Joseph said
confidently.

"Okay, that I'll give you," Dad agreed.

I suddenly had a brainstorm. "Is that why you named me 'Joseph'? Because
Uncle Joseph was the first one to fuck you?"

Dad looked sheepishly back and forth between me and Uncle Joseph. "Yes," he
finally said. "I insisted."

"What?" Uncle Joseph asked, with true surprise. "Wow, I never figured that
out. I mean, I knew you were doing me an honor when you named Joey here,
but I never figured that was exactly why. Well, I'll be."

"Fortunately, he'd also been my best man at our wedding, so your mom was
happy with that explanation. I didn't have to go into details about what a
great fucker her brother was," he added with a laugh.

"Talk about a bachelor party. That's one I'll never forget," Uncle Joseph
said with a wink at me.

"Okay, that's getting off track, Joe."

"Oh, right. Where was I?"

"Popping Dad's cherry," I laughed.

"Right, right. I did have that honor. And then Frank and Adam joined the
party soon after. I just couldn't keep up with his demands," Uncle Joseph
laughed. "Harry joined when he was old enough, and the four of us, with
later help from Benny, managed to keep your dad satisfied and under
control."

"Were you dating Mom then?" I asked Dad.

"No," Dad said thoughtfully. "She was a year behind Joe and me. I never
even paid much attention to her until I started hanging out with Joe."

"I doubt she would have paid much attention to you either," Uncle Joseph
said, "if you hadn't been coming over to her house all the time to get
fucked by her brothers. Not that she knew what was putting that stupid grin
on your face whenever you visited. She just thought you had a happy
disposition," Uncle Joseph added with a laugh.

"Can I help it if you had me hooked from the first time I saw your cock?"
Dad grinned.

"Now we're getting somewhere," I said. "Tell me about your first time!"

"Well, Son, it started where most horny teen encounters start...in the
locker room. I was hanging out in the auditorium after school, helping
build the set for the senior play. Someone spilled a bucket of paint, and I
rushed to the locker room to get some paper towels to clean it up."

"Unfortunately," Uncle Joseph interrupted, "your dad arrived in the locker
room just as I was about ready to spill a mess of my own...down the
football manager's throat. When the guy heard your dad open the door, he
grabbed his gym bag and rushed out, leaving me high and wet, so to speak."

"Your uncle wasn't bashful at all, even back then. He just stood there with
his dick pointing at the ceiling, his hands on his hips, and his left
eyebrow raised in expectation. When I saw that vision, I stopped dead in my
tracks."

"And licked his lips," Uncle Joseph said with a laugh.

"Well, you've seen his dick, Son; you know why I was licking my lips."

"Definitely," I laughed.

"So, I asked your dad if he was just going to stare or if he was going to
help a guy out. You know what he did? He just grabbed some paper towels and
ran out."

"I had to get them back to the people to clean up the paint mess," Dad said
defensively. "I didn't want any of them following me and interrupting."

"That's what he's always said," Uncle Joseph laughed. "I just think he was
still making up his mind. While he was doing that, though, I had other
places to be, so I got dressed and ready to leave."

"See how close you came to not being in this world?" Dad asked as he hugged
me around the shoulder again.

"Obviously you went back," I laughed.

"Yeah, your dad came back, and he attacked me like a mad dog. I had to grab
my locker door to keep from being knocked over as he yanked off my belt,
tore my zipper down, and frantically struggled to lower my tight jeans."

"I just wanted to see that cock again."

"And get it in your mouth," Uncle Joseph laughed.

"Yeah, from the second I saw his cock glistening with the other guy's
saliva, I knew I had to have it. Once it popped free again, I lunged
forward to bury it in my hungry throat. I would have swallowed him whole if
I could."

"I'd never had such a hungry cocksucker before. The football manager was
efficient and had swallowed lots of my cum in the past, but your dad was in
a whole different class. He worked my cock like an expert. He was fucking
his mouth on my cock. I never knew a cocksucker to be so in control. But
that's what he was. I just relaxed back against the lockers and enjoyed him
working his mouth on my cock. And then he quickly dove under to work my
balls. I nearly shot my load in his hair, but he stopped just in time."

"I just knew I needed more," Dad said. "This time, sucking wasn't enough."

"This time?" I asked.

"I knew I needed to be fucked and his was the cock I wanted to be the first
up my ass," Dad said, ignoring my question. "I spotted a jar of Vaseline on
a shelf with a bunch of other sports stuff, and knew it was meant to be."

"He was like a man possessed," Uncle Joseph laughed. "He shoved me down on
the floor, grabbed that jar off the shelf, and scooped out a glob of the
stuff. He then kneeled over me and began to stroke my cock to get me all
slick. Again, he brought me to the point of shooting my load and then
released my cock."

"Well, I wasn't just going to give him a handjob," Dad laughed. "I had
other things in mind, so I quickly scooped out another glob of Vaseline and
started working it up my ass. I'd never done it before, but I'd thought
about it enough times, and I wanted to be ready for what Joe was about to
give me."

"Give you, hell!" Uncle Joseph interrupted. "I couldn't have kept you from
taking what you wanted if I'd tried. And believe me, I wasn't about to
try. I wanted it as much as he did. Well, almost. Like I said, there was a
look in his eye like he was possessed."

"I was about to be," Dad laughed again. "With both of us all lubed up, I
squatted over Joe's cock and aimed it at my ass. I paused for just a
moment, but when Joe here gave me a quick nod, I started to lower all my
weight onto his waiting cock."

"Tightest cherry I ever popped! But it was worth it. I thought I'd died and
gone to heaven as your Dad's ass slid down over my cock. I just let him
slide all the way down at his own pace. Then he gave me the biggest grin
I'd ever seen, and I knew I'd discovered a cock slut. He planted his palms
on my chest and began riding me."

"It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt," Dad confirmed. "I never felt
so wonderfully full and alive and on fire, all at the same time. I just
wanted to get that cock deeper and deeper inside my ass."

"And I wanted my cock deeper and deeper in that ass," Uncle Joseph said. "I
could feel it clamping down on my cock, trying to draw every bit of energy
out of me that it could. I finally couldn't hold back any more, and I
started moaning every time Eddy impaled himself on my cock. I even started
thrusting up to meet his ass, slamming my crotch against his butt. I think
I finally screamed out when my balls gave up their juice and I started
filling his ass with cum. Load after load after load of it."

"Yes, he screamed," Dad laughed. "I thought all the people working on the
stage set were going to rush in at any second to see who was being
murdered. If they had, they would have seen me shooting my own load all
over his chest. Just the idea of having another guy's cum in my ass for the
first time ever flipped the final sensory trigger and pushed me over the
edge. I almost passed out."

"And there was no doubt left about his slut status when he leaned forward
and started licking up his own cum from my chest. Didn't leave a single
drop for me," Uncle Joseph added with a wink.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?" asked Dad and Uncle Joseph in unison.

"I have to go back to the motel," I said.

"Sounds good to me," Uncle Joseph laughed.

"What for?" my practical dad asked.

"Because I just filled my underwear with cum and need to change." I stood
up with my hands over my crotch to hide the obvious wet spot that was
growing there. "Thanks," I added sarcastically as I headed back toward the
motel.

"Any time, Joey," Uncle Joseph called. "Any time!"

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Uncle Joseph sit down on the bench
with Dad. They were both laughing so hard at my predicament. I would have
to think of a good way to pay them back. Okay, most of the ways I could
think of were more for my own enjoyment, but I was sure I could live with
that. In the meantime, maybe I could get the motel desk clerk to help clean
me up if he was still on duty and had a free minute.


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