Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2020 12:06:28 -0700
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: gay-male-incest-my boy's boy part 8

My Boy's Boy: part 8

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This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink
and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I
appreciate reader feedback--it's the only pay we get here, so feel free
to email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. I'm always playing with
myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well.

Play safe and use your head that can't be circumcised when playing
with others. That'll help you play with your other head longer. It may
soften your prick to think of it, but some things are better left in
the land of fantasy.

Derrick


Kevin's View

I woke up and realized that Dylan was in bed with Daddy and me. I was
snuggled up next to him on my side as I woke up and could hear him
still slightly snoring. I saw Dylan on the other side of Daddy--he was
right next to Daddy like I was but Daddy's flaccid cock was flopped
over and pointing next to me. I took this as a sign to give Daddy one
of his morning blow jobs. I could tell Daddy woke up as I sucked him
off, but he pretended to be asleep and, as usual, I just kept sucking
him off until he came. We played this game of sorts often: Daddy
pretended to be asleep while I sucked him off in the morning. I
enjoyed it because I was serving Daddy and I think he enjoyed it
because it made him seem like he really didn't care who was sucking
him off. That's why I always gave Daddy the best blow jobs--so he would
know it was me.

I swallowed Daddy's morning load of cum and then quietly went back to
snuggling against him. Sometimes Daddy would go back to sleep after
these morning blow jobs and I wanted to let him if he wanted to. I was
about ready to go to sleep myself.

That's when I realized Dylan was moving towards Daddy's cock and that
he probably had watched me suck Daddy off. It didn't bother me to have
Dylan see me please Daddy. I hoped Dylan had seen me suck Daddy off
and I was cubbing up at the thought. It turned me on to have my own
son see me serve a man's cock. And now I was going to watch Dylan suck
Daddy's cock. I had learned a lot about Dylan over the past day.

Dylan put his mouth on Daddy's cock and I realized that my son was as
gay as I was. But would he be the whore that I could be? I saw him
take more of my Daddy Craig's cock in his mouth. Would Dylan be the
slut that I, his own real Dad, could be? Dylan had seen me service
Craig, but he just knew that I was gay and that Craig was gay, but
what would he think if he knew how much I liked dick and how much
Craig liked ass?

I should not have let myself get distracted. I was missing Dylan give
his first blow job. He was doing a pretty good job for his first time
and I wondered if it really was his first time sucking cock. Daddy's
cock was really hard, but there was one thing I knew. Daddy would take
forever to cum. He'd cum so much in the last twelve hours and the more
he had cum the longer it usually took. The Viagra I gave him made him
hard as hell and he was horny all the time, but it always took him
longer to cum when he'd gotten a lot of action in the previous few
hours.

Poor Dylan was going to have a tired mouth. I was hard seeing him suck
Daddy's cock. It turned me on. I wanted to pretend I was asleep, so I
didn't grab my cock. I wanted to so bad. Seeing my Daddy's cock get
sucked by my son was such a turn on. I had to be leaking precum. I
wanted to feel it, but I did not want to interrupt the blowjob or for
Daddy or Dylan to know that I was awake. I wanted to see just how
their session would play out. But Daddy's hard cock had my own cock
leaking and I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted it so bad.

Then Daddy shot in Dylan's mouth. I could tell by how Daddy was
acting. He might be pretending to be asleep, but he couldn't stop the
heavier breathing he did when he got close. And try as he might, Daddy
could not resist the urge to thrust his crotch when he came. It was
just that Daddy was a hot fucker and his cock just could not stay
still while it was cumming. Dylan got a small load--I had the one right
before this and it was not huge--but it got it fast out of Daddy.

Daddy must have been awake and knew that Dylan was sucking him. Daddy
probably was watching the whole time and Dylan sucking him must have
turned him on a lot to get him off so fast. Part of me was proud of
Dylan for sucking cock so well. I wondered if he really had sucked
before, but my bigger concern was how much it had Daddy turned on and
me turned on as well.

Dylan's View

I still could not believe that I sucked off Craig's cock. Watching my
own Dad suck him off just had me turned on so much. It was so much
more intense being right there close to them, feeling Craig's chest
rise and fall as he got more excited. And when Craig came, it just
felt like he was sweating testosterone out of his body in addition to
shooting it out of his cock into my Dad's mouth. And when he sighed
after the height of his orgasm was over, it was such a fucking hot
masculine sigh and it was clear how much of a release it was for him
and how good Craig felt when he came. I never came like that and it
was so hot watching my own Dad make another man feel that good.

It was still hard to believe that I laid there and just could not take
my eyes off my own Dad sucking on Craig's cock.  It had me so turned
on my dick was hard and leaking the entire time I saw my Dad's head
bobbing up and down on Craig's cock. I wanted to be sucking his cock
as well. I never imagined that I would actually be in the same bed as
my Dad and Craig. To be honest I didn't know if I was gay or straight
until I met Craig that first time with Dad. There was something about
Craig that was different from Dad's other boyfriends. He just exuded
masculinity without being an arrogant dick and didn't give off that
little vibe that indicated he was "gay" like Dad's other boyfriends
did. Craig was just Craig and if there were other guys around like
Craig then there were other guys who would turn me on. But for now
Craig was near me and he had me turned on. I never thought I would
want to suck a cock so bad, but there was Craig's slightly hard cock
and I was going to make it cum again or wear myself out trying.

And I hope Dad saw me suck Craig off and take his load in my mouth. I
knew he was awake.

Craig's View

They both sucked me off when they woke up. I can't deny how hot the
whole thing was. I had two guys work over my cock before, but never
was it a father and son doing it. No wonder I was boned up so fast the
second time. Kevin was the better cocksucker given all his experience,
but Dylan. Dylan was going to make a fine cocksucker some day. He was
already talented with that mouth of his. He just needed some practice
deep throating.

The two back-to-back cums put me to sleep. A man can only take so
much. By the time I woke up, Kevin was out-of-bed and Kevin was on his
back asleep with a morning erection. His hard cock wasn't my problem.
I got up and hit the shower. Kevin would have things pretty much
cleaned up by the time I got ready for the presentation I had this
morning.

Kevin's View

After Dylan sucked Craig off, I waited for Dylan to go back to sleep
and got up. I did my morning chores for Daddy so that everything was
cleaned up when he got out of the shower. I could not stop thinking
about how Daddy fucked Dylan's ass. I was just glad that I was a part
of it. I wanted to cum, but jacking off was forbidden by Daddy as he
had told me that he controlled when I was allowed to cum. Daddy got
off on being in charge of my cock cumming and so I was good about
honoring his requests. Daddy was the absolute best boyfriend I ever
had. He came in the kitchen, ate a breakfast bar, and drank the large
glass of tea he had every morning. He then came over to me, embraced
me and gave me that deep kiss that I loved so much. I was naked, but
Daddy was dressed from the waist up as he had an online presentation
to give in an hour or so. He had his jockstrap on which meant that he
didn't want me to suck him during his work time-he wouldn't wear one
if he wanted sucked off while he worked. Daddy hugged me so hard it
hurt sometimes, but I told myself that it was how he could be close to
me and it felt like our bodies were merging together. He then spit in
my mouth and I eagerly swallowed. He told me had had to get to work
and he'd let me know when he was done.

Dylan's View

By the time I woke my lazy ass up Craig and Dad were already out of
bed. Fuck! Craig was going to make another remark about my needing to
work hard, keep learning, and not be a slacker. I know that he was
partially kidding, but I knew that he didn't  "cotton to slackers" as
Dad said. I was going to have to go back home and to my "real life" in
a few days but wasn't certain I wanted to. Fuck I just wanted to live
with Craig and Dad now that I had discovered gay sex, but Craig was
going to tell me it was too soon and that I needed to not quit my job
until I had one lined up. He might even tell me that I needed to
experiment more to find out what my orientation really was--but I
wanted to discover it with him and Dad at the same time. He wouldn't
be a dick about it, but Craig was a work-your-ass, pay-your-bills,
do-your-shit sort of guy. Dad didn't have a job outside the house, but
Dad took care of a lot of stuff around their house--not just cleaning,
but repairs, maintenance, and other "masculine" type of stuff that
Craig told him to do.

I walked into the kitchen and there Dad was naked. I wasn't quite
comfortable about that for myself, so I was just in a pair of running
shorts and a wife beater. Not wearing underwear was as "kinky" as I
got. I figured it was Craig and Dad's house and what they wore was
their business. I knew Craig was working all morning--real working, not
sex stuff, but pay-the-bill stuff. Dad said that Craig was not to be
disturbed during work time. Fuck with all the thinking about Craig my
morning wood had really not gone down--I was still chubbing. I grabbed
one of the breakfast bars and got something drink out of the fridge.

Dad and I made some idle chit chat about what I was doing this morning
and I said I had some work messages to check this morning but that was
it--I was taking a few days off after all.

I could have sworn he was looking at my morning wood, but I must have
been dreaming.

Kevin's View

Dylan was popping morning wood. It was obvious and I could not stop
looking at it as we made some idle chitchat. Then he asked if I was
naked all the time while at home. I told him that I was naked in the
house all the time unless someone else was here or Craig had said I
could wear clothes. Dylan's face indicated he still didn't quite
understand and I realized he wondered why I was naked since he was
"someone else." I then told him that Craig said that my son didn't
qualify as "someone else" and that I was still to be naked when you
were here. I then asked it if it bothered him. He said he didn't think
so and that's when I looked at his crotch and said:

"It looks like you like it."

Dylan made that face that indicated he didn't understand and that's
when I said "you still have your morning wood."

He said "yeah I guess so."

I took the two steps to get close to him and I gently put my hand on
his hard cock and said "There's no quessing. This is a hard on." Dylan
smiled at me in a sheepish way and I told him "there's one way to get
it to go down."

That's when he laughed and said in a kidding fashion "Do you want to
take care of it?"

I got on my knees, pulled down his pants, and while his cock while
still bouncing up and down from the release, I took him in my mouth. I
was nervous as hell about how he would react. Would he be mad? Would
he react in a negative way? Would I lose him forever?

That's when I realized my boy was a man. He slid his cock further in
my mouth and said "I thought you'd never ask."

My mind went back to the first time I met Craig and sucked his cock.
After chatting for months, we had finally met and I already decided I
was in love with him. When I sucked Craig's cock that first time, I
worshipped it like no other cock because I wanted him to know that I
loved him and, more importantly when giving a blow job, I wanted him
to know that I loved his cock.

So I sucked Dylan for all he was worth. No hands. Just mouth. He
didn't fuck my face and it was clear it he hadn't had a blow job from
a man because of he wasn't aggressive as men who fuck other men in the
face often are. But I made sure he enjoyed it as I slobbered on the
cock of my son. I paid attention to the head, the underside, and made
certain he didn't know I had teeth and that I had the suction of a
machine. And before I knew it, his breathing quickened. He was gonna
cum. I could tell. The precum oozed and then I felt it.

The throbbing of my son's cock.

My son was shooting a load of cum into his dad's mouth. Then I
realized  what was happening. My own cock was hard. It was not just
leaking. My son's orgasm in my mouth had caused my own cock to shoot
as well. My own cum was not particularly fulfilling--I needed attention
to my own, cock, ass, or tits to have a real full-blown orgasm. But
this was good in its own way.

I had shot cum on the floor while my own son had shot his load in his
faggot daddy's mouth.

I would have to clean that up after my son's orgasm subsided, but what
I had dreamed of for years had finally come true.

I love comments about the story, where you want to see it go, etc.
General comments are welcome and the only "pay" I get for writing
these. So if it got you off, let me know at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com