Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2020 20:21:19 -0700
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: gay-male-incest-my boy's boy part 9

My Boy's Boy: part 9

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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 has just sucked his real-life son, Dylan, off for the very first
time. Kevin was so excited that he had a handsfree cum as Dylan shot
in his mouth and gave his real life Dad his real son's cum. Craig,
Kevin's "Daddy" was working in his office (actually working and not
filming porn or looking at it). Kevin as a part of his regular
household duties was preparing for Tom, Craig's friend and
professional colleague, who was coming for a short visit. Daddy Craig
would expect everything to be clean and in order for Tom's visit.

Dylan's View

Oh my fucking god. It was like a dream. Dad was sucking my cock right
here in his kitchen while his husband was in his office working. What
the hell would Craig say? Would he be pissed? I wasn't really even
worried about that because all I could think about was how good it
felt to get a real blow job. I'd had a few girls suck me off, but
never like this. Dad was eager, willing, and fuck was he good at it.
Before I knew it my balls tightened up and I was ready to shoot. Is
this the point where I grab my Dad's head and shove myself down his
throat? Do I say "suck me bitch?" I just decided to stand there and
moan as my dick got closer to cumming.

And I shot a load of twentysomething mancum down my Dad's throat. As I
recovered and pulled out, some cum dripped down on his chin and he
just left it there. My cum on my Dad's chin. Fuck! That was hot.
Chicks never did that or would even think of leaving it there. I
didn't know what to say, so I just said "Thanks Dad. I need to go back
and answer some messages from work."

What else do you say to your Dad the first time he sucks your cock
like a backstreet whore and swallows your load? There's no guidebook
for what to say, but then from out of nowhere I said "Dad that was hot
you really know how to suck cock. I want to suck it that good
someday."

Where the hell did that come from? I needed to go to my room. Not just
to answer messages but to figure out just where the hell my head was
at. I was loving this sex with my Dad and his husband, but I had never
really considered that I also was gay. But now being with Dad and
Craig, this all just seemed natural or maybe it just felt good.  I
needed to answer my work emails and distract myself for just a little
bit. That's what I needed a small part of my old life back--at least
for an hour or so.

Kevin's View

I saw my cum from my handsfree shoot on the floor, scooped it up with
my hand and ate it. I hated to waste it and those sorts of cums were
the only ones Craig allowed me to have. I was still hard as the whole
scene had me horny as hell. Before that orgasm it had been at least
several weeks. Craig only let me cum in one of two ways: a handsfree
cum or the occasional jack off session I was allowed to have.

I can't believe I shot my load when Dylan came in my mouth, but I was
so turned on. It felt so good to suck Dylan's cock. I had seen it
several times while he was growing up, but now that he was in his
twenties it was fully grown and erect it was at least 7 inches long.
And that bush he had was wonderful-big, full, and masculine, just like
Craig's. I was just glad that Dylan didn't have a strong negative
reaction when I sucked his cock and ate his cum. Craig was right.
Dylan was going to come around to being gay himself.

I had to quit thinking about Dylan and worry about the housework that
I needed to do. Daddy's friend Tom was coming to visit and I needed to
do a little extra cleaning up for him to stay with us. I wasn't
certain where he was going to sleep, but I'm certain that Daddy had
something figured out.

Craig's View

I was working in my office, but I knew Kevin was going to suck Dylan
off. It was only a matter of time and the camera in the kitchen would
record whatever happened between them. I had the kitchen image on my
"non-work" computer. I had finished answering email and was about
ready to start working on a client report when I glanced at it and saw
Kevin on his knees sucking Dylan's cock. It was so hot watching a Dad
suck off his son knowing that I was going to have a recording of the
whole thing. Dylan was just standing there letting Kevin work on his
cock. I knew how good of a cocksucker Kevin was. My own cock was hard
and I wanted to stroke it, but I didn't. Pleasuring my cock was
something that was usually done for me by someone, especially when I
had someone and I had Kevin to suck me off and I'm pretty certain
Dylan would be on his knees for me again giving me one of his holes
before the day was over.

But I needed to get back to work. I could view the video later.  My
alpha bud Tom was on his way and I wanted all my work done before he
arrived. Damn I hate paying fucking bills. I minimized the video after
making certain the recording was on and got back to work.

Tom's View

I had known Craig for over ten years. I had met him at a work
conference. The first time I saw him was in the hotel fitness room
early one morning. He was using the treadmill, walking fast and not
even running. I didn't think much about him to be honest. He was just
another working stiff here for the conference and one who didn't want
to let his thirty-something body go to pot. I must have grunted a
hello to him and he responded. I glanced over at him as he was running
and when his wife beater and shorts moved the right way I noticed what
looked like the waist band of a green jockstrap. I remembered thinking
what soft of straight man wears a green jockstrap? I knew the answer
to that question. The dude was gay.

Craig was in a conference session with later that morning. I almost
didn't recognize him at first all dressed up. We were both sitting in
the back (the usual domain of people who are at a conference and don't
really want to be) and when the lady presenter told us to "get in
groups of two and discuss the presentation," he and I formed a group.
He asked me if "I'd heard all this shit before." I smirked and said,
"yeah ten years ago." His response was "Wrong. It was fifteen." He
smiled and said "Name's Craig. This isn't my first go round at these
things." I told him who I was and where I was from. I was going to
like this guy, even if he didn't wear green jockstraps. We continued
to bullshit while the others discussed whatever they were supposed to
and he seemed like a smart guy. He asked me if I wanted to meet for a
beer later that afternoon. I said sure.

I walked into the mensroom of the bar right before I was to meet him
and there Craig was standing at a urinal. He had his cock thrust
towards the urinal--showing it for anyone to see. Craig didn't have an
overly huge dick soft, but there was something about the way he just
stood there putting that cock on display for anyone to see while he
waited to piss. He didn't care who saw his cock and he was going to
have it shoved out there on display.

I liked his attitude.

We went out had several beers and talked about work and professional
issues--after all that was why we were at this damn conference. Craig
was smart, funny, and I could tell he thought I was as well. We hit it
off as professional colleagues. I noticed that as Craig had more beer
he kept staring at the waiter just a little more and flirting with him
ever so slightly. And I kept wondering if he was gay. He had to be
between the jockstrap, the showing of the cock, and the flirting with
the waiter. Or was I just getting a little drunk myself? He said he
needed to get up to his room and get some sleep. We paid the tab and
took the elevator back to our rooms. To be honest, Craig had me just a
little horny although I was afraid if anything, he was a total top.

I stripped my clothes and pulled up Grindr on my phone.

Fuck! The closest guy to me was a thirtysome top male looking for
bottoms to serve their cock. It had to be Craig. I messaged the guy a
simple "what's up?" to see what he'd say. "Just got a little beer buzz
going on. You?"

"Same."

"You're in the hotel aren't you? At the conference?"

"yes"

"I'll cut the bullshit. This is Craig. We're both tops aren't we?
Wanna just j/o together? I'm not up to waste time looking for a
bottom."

Two minutes later he was in my room, naked, and on the other bed
jacking off. I put some daddy fucking butt porn and we proceeded to
stroke our selves slowly while we watched.  He made chit chat about
bottoms he'd fucked and where he'd fucked them and how he loved to
breed ass. I looked over and asked him if his jacking was about to
make him cum.

He said yes.

I told him to stop and not cum.

He looked at me like "who the fuck are you? No one tells me `not to
cum'." I thought he was really going to get pissed at me and so I said
"I've got a bottom who wants to come over and serve us."

"Well fuck that's a good reason to wait."

Twenty minutes the 20 year old was in our room being spit roasted for hours.

Craig and I had been best of friends ever since and I cherished the
friendship because we could discuss work stuff, professional issues,
personal stuff, and tag team bottoms together. Fuck. I would have
proposed to Craig except I knew that he could not live with another
Alpha like himself and sooner or later it would have all blown up and
one of my best friends would be gone forever.

And so I was on my way to Craig's today. He didn't tell me what about,
but I suspected it was sexual. Craig always gave me a heads up when he
needed something work-related.

Craig's View

I was done with work and was happy with the video of Dylan getting
sucked off by his Dad. That would be a great one to post. I'd blur out
Dylan's face if he insisted on it, but the video was getting posted.
Just taking a quick look at it told me it would be hot, especially
with Kevin cumming at the end of it.

Then I proceeded to get things ready for Tom's visit. I texted Kevin
while working that he was going to be allowed to cum tonight and that
he needed to prepare himself for a night of fucking as well. The
handsfree cum he had couldn't have been as good as jacking off even
and I had a better plan in mind for Kevin to cum--a way that would
really drain his cock. Then I texted Dylan that he needed to get his
work done and  that I had plans for him for the rest of the day and
that his ass was mine. He response was "I guess it is."

By the time Tom arrived everything in the bedroom was set. Kevin was
strapped down to a chair and blindfolded. He thought he was going to
be edged by some bottom that I'd found online. We'd done that before
where a bottom would edge then suck Kevin while I fucked the bottom's
ass and shoved his face deeper into Kevin's crotch. While that was
always a hot scene that's not what I had in mind for tonight. Kevin
had taken some Viagra and had laid out some for me as well and I took
it after I had him tied down to the chair. Kevin's ears had plugs in
them so he could not hear either.

Then I went and talked to Dylan.

I told him that I really liked fucking his ass. That I loved fucking
his ass and that I could tell that he liked taking my cock up his
hole. He was a little bit bashful about it, but then told me that he
did like it. I told him that his Dad liked taking other cock up his
hole besides mine and that I thought he would like it too...if he gave
it a try. I asked him if he trusted me and he said that he did. I told
him that I thought of him like a son--just like he was his Dad's son
and that I would never hurt him. I told him that I knew his Dad had
sucked him off and that he had enjoyed it--that I could see it in his
face. I then asked him if he had ever thought about taking other cock
up his ass. He said that until last night he had not, but that he had
been thinking about it while working in his room today.

I told him that there was no time like the present and that my friend
was here and that my friend was another top, just like me.

Then I told him that if he was a good boy he would reward his Dad for
the blow job his Dad had given him. He said that seemed reasonable. I
reminded him that I would never do him any physical harm and that he
needed to trust me. He smiled and said "You've been good to my Dad for
a long time, I think you'll be good to me."

I said "I'm a kinky fucker and I think you're going to enjoy this. You
just need to let your hair down and go with the moment. Can you do
that for me?"

"Sure Daddy. I can do that."

Then put on this blindfold. My friend Tom will be here any minute.

I'd already told Tom about my plan, so when he arrived there was no
need to prepare him or give him a heads up on what was going on. He
dropped his bags down in the living room and headed to the bedroom.

"Fuck Craig. This is so damned hot." He stripped down to his jockstrap
which is the same thing I had on. Dylan was naked except for his
blindfold. He had been told not to talk. I took Dylan over to the
chair where his Dad was sitting and helped him to his knees in front
of his Dad. And then I told him:

"Suck it and get it hard."

Dylan put his Dad's cock in his mouth and started to suck. He was a
little tentative at first, but slowly got into it. I knew that he
would since he had sucked me off earlier that morning. It didn't take
long for Kevin's dick to get hard. He was moaning. Tom and I were
pinching his nipples while Dylan sucked him.

Then I told Dylan to stop since I could tell Kevin was getting really
aroused. Kevin's dick was wet and sloppy with his son's spit.

Kevin's hard dick stood there in the air for just a minute and I
whispered into Dylan's ear.

Tom and I stood back and watched as Dylan got up, turned around, and
grabbed his Dad's hard prick. I was concerned that Tom or I might have
to help him, the spit made it a little easier and with a little
effort, Dylan got the tip of his Dad's cock in his ass. I walked over
to him, and put a bottle of poppers under his nose. "Inhale. It will
help." He took a deep huff.

"Take it slow son. Give yourself time to open up." I smiled at Tom.

Tom looked at me and I at him. Our cocks were ready to bust out of our
jockstraps as Dylan slowly slid down his Dad's cock getting it all in
his hole. He grunted and didn't move for a second.

"Wiggle your ass on him. Get yourself used to it."

Dylan did as instructed.

"Now ease yourself up and let him come partially out. Leave half of
him in." I put the bottle of poppers under Dylan's nose. "Inhale again
and inhale deeply. Hold for as long as you can." He did.

And in a few seconds  they had the desired impact. He slid down on his
Dad's cock and then started fucking his Dad's prick with his tight
silky ass. He was fucking him good and Kevin started to breathe
heavier and thrust his dick as best he could with the restraints. I
gave Dylan another hit of poppers and he started to fuck his Dad with
wild abandon.

It was a wild sight to see. A twentysomething guy fucking his Dad's
cock like he was a backalley whore. Dylan wanted to nut as well--but
Tom and I certainly weren't going to take care of his cock.

But Kevin was getting ready to cum. I could tell. Fuck. Kevin was
going to shoot in his son's ass. Dylan was really working for that nut
and I started to wonder if he really was a virgin when I fucked him
because he went at it like a pro. His Dad was panting and shaking and
was getting ready to cum.

My own cock was hard as ever and leaking like no other.

Kevin let out that moan that told me he was cumming. He was cumming in
his son's hole. I had been thinking of this since the day I met Dylan
several years ago and now it was happening. I was watching a boy get
fucked by his Dad's prick and taking that prick's load right now. The
prick that made him. My own breathing was getting heavier. I was so
fucking aroused it was as if I was high.

And then...

Fuck. I came. Hands free. Right in my jockstrap. I moaned and made
that grunt that I always make. I was still breathing heavy as I looked
down at my jockstrap and could see the cum oozing through the fabric.

Tom put his hand on my shoulder, grinned at me and said "Damn big boy.
You must really be excited. I've never seen you do that before."

"Fuck. Only bottoms do what when getting their holes plowed."

"Don't worry big boy. You're still a total top. You've just never let
yourself get really excited before."

I wasn't so sure, but I wasn't going to argue with Tom.

After all, I was still breathing heavy and my dick was still pumping
out the last bits of my first handsfree cum I ever had.

Thanks for all the comments and emails. Please keep them coming and
let me know if you identify with any of the characters or where you
would like to see things go. I've got a few ideas going forward but
love to hear from readers. Email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com.