Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2012 20:40:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: My Mate and His Dad, Part 10 (gay incest) My Mate and His Dad This is FICTION and not intended to encourage or condone any similar real-world activities. Don't read it if you're not old enough, if m/m stories offend you, or if you don't want to know about sons, mates, and fathers getting to know each other in every way. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... PART 10 "This is going to be so brilliant," Rufus said as we stood by the cars in front of his house. For weeks now, we had been playing with both his dad and my dad, and by "playing" I do mean fucking and sucking in all sorts of combinations in all sorts of places around our two houses. However, we hadn't yet been able to bring ourselves to let our dads in on the secret. Oh, they each knew that they were welcome to all the son and mate action they could handle, but they didn't know they were sharing each other's boys. That was all going to change this weekend. Rufus and I had it all planned out. It started like any other joint Konrad-Shepherd family holiday, but things started looking up quickly. Rufus's sister decided she didn't want to be part of the holiday this year, and then my mum had to back out because of problems at work, and then Rufus's mum decided she didn't want to be the only female. Our mums actually encouraged us and our dads to go have fun on an all-male holiday. Who were we to object? So here we were, packing up the Shepherd car for the trip. My dad took our bags out of our car and tossed them in the boot of the Shepherd car before coming around to the side where Rufus and I were standing. "Don't worry, boys," he said, "we'll figure out how to get some time to ourselves." "Good to know, Mr. Konrad," said Rufus as he groped my dad. "Count on it, Rufus," Dad winked and headed back to our car. I was still thinking about Rufus getting to feel up my dad when Mr. Shepherd walked up and squeezed one of my ass cheeks. "Cheer up, boys," he whispered, "I guarantee we'll figure out a way for you both to get some of this daddy dick." "Looking forward to it, Mr. Shepherd," I said with a laugh. Mr. Shepherd tossed the final bag into the car boot, just as my dad came back and tossed in our final bag as well. "It looks like a really tight fit," Dad said, with a wink at me. "The Shepherds are used to things being tight, aren't they, son?" Mr. Shepherd said. Rufus laughed and said quickly, "Yeah, Mom always over packs." "Well, we'd better get started," Mr. Shepherd said, putting his arm around Rufus. "Definitely. Don't want to waste a minute of this holiday," my dad said, putting his arm around me. "Room for two more?" We all looked around and saw Trevor and another man getting out of another car. Rufus and I looked at each other, slightly confused. It was only slight confusion because we'd invited Trevor to show up at the last minute to join us, but he was the only one we were expecting. The surprise must have shown on our faces, because Trevor started to laugh. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shepherd, Mr. Konrad. Gunther and Rufus mentioned at school yesterday that you'd rented a caravan for a holiday getaway but that your wives and Rufus's sister dropped out. Well," Trevor plowed on, "my mother's working hard on a new case, kind of leaving me and my dad at a loose end for a few days. So, I told him about your holiday plans and, well, here we are." Trevor finished with a slight flourish, and we all just stood there in silence. Our dads were gobsmacked because they each individually knew who Trevor was. Mr. Shepherd had long had the pleasure of sucking and fucking with Trevor at the park toilet. My dad certainly knew Trevor since he was the one who arranged that first disastrous meeting that led to me finally getting to have sex with my dad. Well, Rufus and I figured that having Trevor along might help get things started with both our dads together. But this new man... "Of course, if we are intruding...," the stranger started, and my knees almost buckled. He had a deep rumbling voice that was a perfect match with his physical presence. He must have been at least 6'3", 200 pounds, black hair, and with a moustache and trimmed beard. I could just imagine Rufus's cock hardening because the stranger was also wearing glasses with thick black rims. "We'd be glad to have you," I managed to get out. "I figured you would," Trevor laughed. "Of course, you're welcome to join us. We have plenty of room. I'm Ruben Shepherd, and this is my son, Rufus. Or have you met?" "No, I haven't had the pleasure. I'm Trevor's dad, Seth Watkins." Mr. Watkins and Mr. Shepherd shook hands. "I'm Klaus Konrad, and this is my son, Gunther," Dad said, tightening his grip on my shoulder with one hand and stretching out the other hand for a shake. "A pleasure," Mr. Watkins said, shaking my dad's hand. "You really do look like a merchant banker," Rufus said, and I nearly choked. Anyone who knows rhyming slang knows that Rufus had just, intentionally or not, called Trevor's dad a wanker to his face. Fortunately, Mr. Watkins just smiled and said, "Investment banker, Rufus. Investment banker. Now, what are the seating arrangements?" "Dads in front, sons in back," Trevor volunteered. "Sounds fine to me," Mr. Shepherd said and released his hold on Rufus's shoulder. "Me too," Dad said. As he released his hand from my shoulder, he didn't miss the opportunity to run his hand across my ass before climbing in front with the other dads. I popped an instant boner and wondered how in the world I was ever going to get him alone with Trevor's dad around. ***** "What's the idea?" Rufus whispered to Trevor, who was sitting between us in the back seat as we drove along the motorway. "The more the merrier," Trevor smirked. "You mean...?" I asked and nodded toward his dad, who was sitting in the middle in front? "For me to know and you to find out," Trevor said with a nudge of his shoulder. "What's all the whispering about back there?" Mr. Shepherd asked without taking his eyes off the road. "Nothing, Dad," Rufus said quickly, a little too quickly. "Plotting some sort of holiday shenanigans, no doubt," my dad said as he turned to give us all a wink and a grin. The three of us in the back seat quickly looked at each other and then looked back at my dad before we all licked out lips suggestively in unison. He just laughed and turned back to face forward. "I don't know about you two," said Mr. Watkins, "but I think we are going to have our hands full for this holiday." "If we have anything to say about it, you will," Trevor said, while he massaged Rufus's cock and my own. The dads all laughed and began chatting about other things, and Rufus and I just relaxed to enjoy the ride. I don't know about Rufus, but I enjoyed the fondling so much that I blew a load of cum in my underwear in only a few minutes. "Are you okay, Gunther?" Mr. Shepherd asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror? "Yes, Mr. Shepherd," I managed. "Just got a slight cramp." "Well, there's a rest area coming up. We can stop there and let you stretch a bit." "Thank you, Mr. Shepherd," I said. Trevor forced his hand down my pants, and when he pulled it out, it definitely had cum on it. He began to lick it clean while grinning at me. I glanced forward and could have sworn that Mr. Watkins was watching us in the mirror. I quickly looked at Trevor and then back at the mirror, but I could no longer see Mr. Watkins's eyes. I guess I was wrong. I heard a slight whimper coming from Rufus's side of the car. When I looked over, he had his head leaned back against the seat with a smile on his face. Trevor was swiftly working his left hand inside of Rufus's pants to retrieve some of his creamy reward. ***** At the rest area, we all six got out of the car and stretched. Rufus and I kept our hands in front of our crotches to hide the wet spots that resulted from Trevor's handy work. "We'll be right back," Trevor said as he pushed us towards the toilets. He apparently took it for granted that our dads didn't need a toilet break. "We'll be here," Mr. Watkins said. Once we were inside the toilets, I stopped with my back to the door, and Rufus pulled Trevor back so he was between us. "Spill," I said. "What's the idea of bringing your dad?" Rufus asked. "First things first," Trevor said as he got down on his knees on the floor. Rufus and I looked at each other and then down at Trevor, who was just looking up at us with a quizzical grin. Rufus and I shrugged and began undoing out jeans. "That's what I'm talking about," Trevor laughed. Rufus and I both rolled down our cum-soaked underwear and held it out away from our dicks. "You came first, you get cleaned up first," Trevor said as he turned to me. He quickly leaned in and began to suck the cum from my underwear. He then moved on to licking the cum from my balls, my pubic hair, and my rapidly hardening cock. After he'd sucked up all the cum, he bobbed his head on my dick a couple times. I grabbed his head and started to fuck his mouth, but he pulled back. "Not yet, Rufus still needs to be cleaned up too." Trevor then turned toward Rufus and quickly sucked the cum out of his underwear before licking his balls, pubic hair, and cock clean. When Rufus grabbed Trevor's head and began fucking his mouth, Trevor did not object. "Hey, I was first!" I objected. "Too late," Rufus said as he began frantically fucking Trevor's mouth and moaning. "I'm gonna cum, Trevor. Do you want it?" "That's a stupid question," I said. Rufus started to laugh but it was cut short by an inhaled gasp and moan. "Fuck, Trevor, eat my cum. Fucking swallow. Oh yeah, I'm cumming!" Rufus buried his cock in Trevor's throat and I could see Rufus spasm as he fed Trevor his cum. When he was finished, Rufus collapsed back against the sink. "Next," Trevor said, turning in my direction. "Come and get it." Trevor walked the couple steps on his knees and then sucked my cock into his hot mouth. I was so horny that that was all it took. I began filling his mouth with load after load after load of hot cum. And Trevor swallowed it as fast as I could shoot it into his eager mouth. "Talk about a hair trigger," Rufus joked. "Well, we are in a hurry, aren't we?" I asked breathlessly. We were all shocked out of our reverie by a pounding at the door. "Hurry up, boys, or we'll never make it to the caravan rental before nightfall," Mr. Watkins called. "Coming, Dad," Trevor responded. Rufus, Trevor, and I frantically adjusted our clothes. Trevor quickly leaned over the sink to rinse out his mouth before heading toward the door. "Not so fast," Rufus said, catching Trevor by the shoulder. "Why is your dad here?" "Does he know?" I asked. "Why should you two be the only ones to have fun with your dads? Don't I deserve a chance? After all, neither one of you would ever have tasted your dad's cocks if it wasn't for me." "I suppose that's true," Rufus conceded. "Okay," I said, "but we have to take it slowly until we find out if he's willing to play or not." "And if not," Rufus said, "you're going to have to keep him busy and out of the way while we play with our own dads." "Fair enough," Trevor agreed. ***** The rented caravan had three bedrooms, so we discussed the sleeping arrangements over dinner. "I guess that's a bedroom for each family," Mr. Shepherd said. "If the boys don't mind sharing with their old dads," my own dad joked. "Well, Gunther and I thought we were going to share," Rufus said quickly. "Why not draw lots?" Trevor asked. "And we can always draw lots again each night, so no one gets stuck with a snorer for the entire holiday," I added. "What makes you think anyone snores?" Dad asked with a grin. "Mom's complaining says so," I laughed. After that, everyone agreed that drawing lots seemed to be the best solution and we quickly began pairing off. "Gunther better be kidding about your snoring, Mr. Konrad," Rufus joked when he got paired up with my dad. "Do you snore, Mr. Shepherd?" Trevor asked when he was paired up with my Rufus's dad. "I guess that leaves you and me, Mr. Watkins," I said, although I'm afraid I sounded a bit disappointed. "I swear I don't snore, Gunther," Mr. Watkins joked. "Glad to hear it." "Just don't any of you wake up in the middle of the night and forget you're not sleeping with your wives," Trevor laughed. There was a brief awkward pause before Mr. Watkins said, "Well, Gunther is safe. I haven't had midnight sex with my wife in years. She prefers her beauty sleep." Well, this is going be a wasted night, I thought, although I said, "Well, Rufus better watch his ass, because I can hear Mum and Dad going at it every night." "Gunther!" Dad said in mock horror and then laughed. "Well, since it's just us guys, yes, I admit that I keep her satisfied regularly." "Dad!" I responded with more genuine horror. "You brought it up," he said, "so to speak." That elicited a laugh from everyone except me. I just grabbed my bag and headed to the first bedroom I found. So much for all the plans that Rufus and I had worked on for this holiday. ***** I was about ready to crawl into bed when Mr. Watkins opened the bedroom door and entered. "Nice pajamas," he said as he set down his bag. "Umm, thanks," I responded, turning back the blankets and climbing into bed. "Trevor sprang this on me at the last minute, so I'm afraid I was in a bit of a hurry." "What?" I asked, rolling over too look at him. "I forgot to pack any pajamas." "Oh," was all I could say. "I guess I can wear a t-shirt and some gym shorts," he volunteered. "Whatever," I said, trying to remain calm. "I usually just sleep in my underwear, but Mum insisted that I bring pajamas." "You're sure you wouldn't mind?" "I guess not," I said taking a big gulp. "Whatever works for you." "Well, to be honest, I usually just sleep in my underwear too." "Suit yourself." "Great. Thanks. I hate getting all tangled up in clothes while I'm sleeping," Mr. Watkins said as put his glasses on the nightstand and began to unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a mouth-watering mass of black chest hair. "No problem," I said, trying not to drool. Mr. Watkins tossed his shirt on top of his bag and sat down on the bed to remove his shoes. I just wanted to lean over and lick every inch of his broad smooth back. Instead I settled for watching muscles ripple as he untied his shoes and then took off his shoes and socks. My mouth dropped open as he stood up still facing away from me and dropped his trousers. I just wanted to reach across and yank down his striped boxers, but I restrained myself and again settled for watching his firm ass flex as he lifted each leg to remove the trousers and toss them on the pile with his other clothes. As Mr. Watkins turned to get into bed, I quickly rolled over to face away from him and hide the hard cock that was tenting my pajamas. The bed shifted as he climbed in, and I shivered when I felt his hairy arm brush across my back. "Sorry about that," he apologized. "No problem," I croaked. "This is a small bed." "I guess so." "I'll try not to crowd you." "Okay." I could feel the bed shift again as he turned over and stretched to turn out the light. "Good night, Gunther," he said when the room was in darkness. "Good night, Mr. Watkins." "Since we're sleeping together, I think you can call me Seth," he chuckled. "Umm, I prefer Mr. Watkins, if you don't mind." "Not all. You can call me whatever you want, even a Merchant Banker." "That was Rufus. I'm sure he didn't--" "Relax, Gunther, I was joking. It was a funny mistake." "Umm, yes, sir," I said, and settled in to try to get some sleep. ***** When I woke in the middle of the night, I was shocked to discover that I'd rolled over and was spooned up against Mr. Watkins's back. My arm was draped across his side and my hand was resting on his stomach. More alarming was my discovery that my cock was hard and pressed up against his ass. I slowly started to pull my hand back, but he suddenly dropped his arm over mine and placed his hand on top of mine. He then pulled my hand up to rest among all that hair on his chest. I reflexively spread and contracted my fingers to feel his hair. Mr. Watkins sighed but otherwise continued the same steady shallow breathing. I just tried to relax and enjoy the sensations of feeling the warmth of his body against mine. After a couple minutes, Mr. Watkins removed his hand from mine, and I thought this was my chance. I started to roll away, but Mr. Watkins was also rolling onto his back. He stretched his arm around my shoulder and held me in place, with my nose buried in his armpit. I'd gone to heaven, and if my dick could get any harder it did, now pressed as it was against his hip. Well, I guess it was now or never if I wanted to find some answers for Trevor. I slowly began humping against Mr. Watkins's hip as I continued to inhale the scent of his pit. I also slowly began to move my hand around his chest hair, finding the nipples buried in the hair. I tweaked his nipples and they hardened, but his breathing continued steadily. I ran my hand down across his stomach, but when I'd almost reached the top of his boxers, he rolled back over on his side, clutched my hand, and brought it back up to nestle among his chest hair. This motion also brought me back into a tight spoon position with my hard cock slipping back and forth along his ass crack. Unfortunately, with his firm grasp on my hand, I couldn't reach down to free my cock or pull down his boxers. Instead, I was restricted to slowly humping his ass through all that material. Still, I couldn't believe I was humping the ass of my mate's dad when I hadn't even met him before this morning. Suddenly, Mr. Watkins lifted my hand toward his mouth and began sucking on my thumb! "Oh fuck!" I shouted as I thrust my cock against his ass and my hot cum erupted into my pajamas. I yanked my hand away and clutched at his chest as I continued to convulse with additional shots. "Oh, I'm really sorry," I said as I recovered and became completely embarrassed. "Don't be. I enjoy getting to know Trevor's mates," Mr. Watkins said as he rolled over on his back, took my hand in his, and slid it down across his stomach and onto the hard cock tenting his boxers. "Then what are we waiting for?" I asked as I quickly stood up in bed and started taking off my pajamas. "Give me those," Mr. Watkins said when I was removing the pajama bottoms. I tossed the bottoms to him as I kneeled across his legs and began pulling down his boxers. His hard cock thwacked back against his stomach as it gained its freedom. I looked up to see Mr. Watkins's reaction, but he was too busy eating the cum out of my pajamas to worry about his cock. I looked back at his hard uncut cock, and I knew I had to have it right now. I dove off of the bed and started rummaging through my bag. "Where did you go?" Mr. Watkins asked. "For this," I said, holding up a tube of lube. "Always be prepared." "You mean you'll let me--?" "Let you? I insist," I laughed as I climbed back on the bed and straddled Mr. Watkins's legs. I flipped open the lid and squirted some lube in my hand. I then dropped the tube to free up my hand to pull his foreskin back to reveal the luscious cock head. I leaned in for a quick lick before wrapping his shaft in my lube-filled hand. I jacked him slowly and sensuously until he was completely lubed. "Oh, that feels good," he sighed. I released his cock and moved forward to straddle his hips. I reached behind to apply the excess lube to my asshole. Mr. Watkins placed his hands on my thighs and watched my preparations. "I'm glad I got paired off with you in the drawing," he said. I laughed and said, "You could have gotten this treatment even if you'd been paired with Rufus. He has a thing for guys in glasses." "Rufus?" "Umm, yeah." "I guess I really should get to know Trevor's mates better." "One at a time, for now," I laughed as I positioned his dick head against my asshole and began to relax down onto it. When his dick head popped into my asshole, Mr. Watkins clutched my thighs firmly and let out a moan. "You haven't felt anything yet," I said, as I began to slide slowly down his cock. When I had the entire thing inside me, I ground my hips around to make sure I had all I could get. "You're cock feels so good, Mr. Watkins." "So does your ass, Gunther. So does your ass." I leaned forward to plant my hands on his furry chest before beginning to ride up and down on that hard cock. "Have you and Trevor ever...?" I asked, leaving the unspoken words floating in the air. "What????" Mr. Watkins asked with honest to goodness shock on his face. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't like to feel Trevor's ass sliding up and down on your cock? Your own son enjoying being filled by the cock that made him?" "Please, Gunther, don't," he protested, but I could feel his hands gripping even tighter on my thighs and his cock certainly wasn't softening at all. "Close your eyes and pretend that I'm Trevor." "Gunther." "Go on. Do it, Mr. Watkins. Close your eyes." "Oh, Gunther," Mr. Watkins said, "you don't know what you're doing." "I know exactly what I'm doing, and I know you want it. Otherwise, your cock would have gone as soft as a limp noodle. And we both know that isn't the case. Now, close your eyes." Mr. Watkins swallowed and closed his eyes as I resumed sliding up and down on his cock. "How does that feel, Dad?" "Gunther, I can't." "Call me Trevor, Dad. You know you want to." "Oh god, your ass feels so good." "What did you say, Dad?" I could feel Mr. Watkins fucking his hips up to meet my ass now, but he was still resisting. "Do you want me to stop, Dad?" "No, Gunther, don't stop." "You know what I want, Dad, and if I don't get it, I'm going to stop. Do you want me to stop, Dad?" "No, Trevor, I don't want you to stop." "What do you want, Dad?" "I want to fuck your ass, Trevor. I want to bury my cock up your ass and fuck you hard, son. God, your ass feels as good as I always thought it would. Ride me, Trevor! Ride your dad's cock!" I began thrusting my ass frantically up and down on Mr. Watkins's cock and he continued to match my pace. "Yeah, fuck me, Dad. Bury your cock up my ass." "Oh, Trevor, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill my son's ass with my cum." "Yes, Dad, give it to me." "Trevor. Trevor. Trevor. Oh fuck, Trevor. Here it CUMS!" Mr. Watkins's grasp on my thighs became like a vice, and he held me down as he forced his cock up my ass as far as it would go. "Fill me, Dad. Give me all of your cum." "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mr. Watkins gasped as he resumed shallow fucking my ass. "That feels nice, Mr. Watkins," I sighed. "Oh, Gunther!" Mr. Watkins exclaimed as his eyes flew open and he came back to reality. "I'm sorry. I don't know what--" "There's no need to apologize to me, Mr. Watkins. I enjoyed every inch of it," I said as I ground my ass against his crotch again. "But you shouldn't have made me think about Trevor." "You didn't enjoy it?" "Of course I did, but that's not the point." "Yes it is. Now I have an answer for Trevor." "You what?" Mr. Watkins asked in alarm as he shoved me off onto my side of the bed and sat up to stare at me. "Trevor wondered if you would be interested in fucking him." "That's not... When?" "At the rest stop...after you watched him eat my cum in the rearview mirror." "I didn't--" "Oh, I'm pretty sure you did," I laughed. "Okay, I know my son is very sexual and yes, I saw him eating your cum, but I never thought..." "Well, he did, and he wants you to fuck him before the holiday is over. Do you have any objections?" "I think I need to have a long talk with my son in the morning." "Believe me. It's not going to be a long talk," I laughed, before leaning forward to push Mr. Watkins back onto the bed and stretch out on top of him. "In the meantime, I need to get some more sleep." I nestled my face in Mr. Watkins's furry chest and he clasped his arms around me. That was the last thing I remember, other than hearing the muffled but distinct sounds of sex coming from the other bedrooms. ***** "So," I said while we were all sitting around the breakfast table in the morning, "who's going to be the first to fuck me today?" "What?" Dad asked, spitting out his orange juice in shock while everyone else just stared at me and took sidelong glances at each other. "Well, Mr. Watkins fucked me last night." "Gunther!" Mr. Watkins said in disbelief. "And both Mr. Shepherd and Dad have been fucking me for a while now." "Gunther!" Dad and Mr. Shepherd said in unison. "They've been fucking me too," Rufus volunteered. "Rufus!" Dad and Mr. Shepherd said, in unison again. "Well, no one's been fucking me," Trevor complained. "Do you want me to?" asked Mr. Watkins. "Of course I do. Why should Rufus and Gunther be the only ones having fun with their dads? "You should have said so a long time ago, son," Mr. Watkins said. Both he and Trevor stood up, but then Mr. Watkins shoved Trevor back onto the breakfast table, spilling food all over the place. The rest of us just stared at the action in stunned but horny silence. Mr. Watkins ripped Trevor's shirt off and began to unfasten Trevor's jeans, while Trevor flailed about in all the upturned breakfast dishes and began to rub the food all over his body. As Mr. Watkins yanked off Trevor's jeans and underwear, the rest of us finally when into action and began adding food to Trevor's body. When the job was completed, we all stood back admiring Trevor's naked, food-covered body, and then we all started to laugh. "Well," Trevor asked while flexing his hardened cock, "isn't anyone going to eat me?" "You bet, son," Mr. Watkins said before diving in to swallow Trevor's rigid cock. The rest of us stripped quickly and then began to lick Trevor's body and eat all of the breakfast food off of him while he laughed and squirmed under the onslaught of our tongues. "It's been a while, Trevor," Mr. Shepherd said as he stepped up and presented his rigid cock next to Trevor's mouth. "Too long, Mr. Shepherd," Trevor replied as he reached out to grab Mr. Shepherd's cock and pull it into his mouth. As if by reflex, he also reached out and began jacking my dad's cock. "You want your dad or mine?" Rufus asked. "Mine...first," I laughed. Rufus and I quickly knelt down behind our respective dads and began to lick their hairy asses. "Oh yeah, eat my ass," Dad said to me, as he reached back to spread his cheeks wider and give me easier access. I drilled my tongue deeper up my dad's ass while I reached between his legs to grab his low-hanging balls. "Yeah, son, play with my balls," Dad moaned. "Come on, Dad, fuck me," Trevor bellowed. We all stopped and looked up. Mr. Watkins slowly pulled his mouth off of Trevor's dick and looked around at us all. Mr. Shepherd said, "If you don't, I will." "Me too," my dad added. "Me three," said Rufus. "Me four," I added. "Then line up, boys, because Dad doesn't seem interested," Trevor called. "The hell I'm not!" Mr. Watkins yelled as he pulled his shorts down and lined up his cock with Trevor's ass. "Pass the butter!" Trevor felt around on the table until he found a stick of butter and then threw it at his dad. Mr. Watkins caught the butter and broke the stick in half. He squished one half in his hand and then rubbed it all over his rigid cock. He rubbed the other half around Trevor's asshole before squishing the softening material up inside Trevor's ass. "Churn my butter, Dad," Trevor laughed. We all stood in stunned admiration as Mr. Watkins began to slide his hard cock up Trevor's buttered asshole. "Do me, Dad," Rufus said, jumping to the refrigerator and coming back with a whole package of butter. He held out a stick of butter to Mr. Shepherd and tossed the rest of the package to me. "Me too, Dad," I said, pulling out a stick of butter and slapping it in Dad's hand. "Make room, Trevor," my dad ordered Trevor quickly swept the table clean on both sides of him, and Rufus and I climbed on board. We raised our legs in the air, and our dad's began to butter our asses and their cocks. All the while, the table continued to shake, because Mr. Watkins was not going to lose time fucking his son while our dads were getting prepared. "Ready, Ruben?" my dad asked, as I felt him place his cock head against my buttered ass? "Ready, Klaus," Mr. Shepherd confirmed. "Oh fuck!" Rufus and I screamed in unison as our dads plunged their cocks up our eager asses. It was at that moment that the table gave out under the weight of three teenage boys, and we all plunged to the floor. After the initial impact, Trevor, Rufus, and I looked up at our dads, who were just standing over us in stunned silence with their buttered cocks standing proud. "Are you guys okay?" Trevor asked. "I think so," Rufus said. "Me too," I agreed. "Then let's move this over there and get back to work," Trevor said while indicating the clear floor to his left. The three of us quickly got up and crossed the room before stretching out on the floor. Trevor was still in the middle, and now his head was in line with out crotches and his crotch was in line with our heads. We all looked around at our dads, who were standing in a line. "Well?" Rufus asked. "Are you going to fuck us or not?" I added. "We don't have all day," Trevor laughed as he reached out and began to wank my cock and Rufus's cock. "Yeah," Rufus and I agreed as we both reached out to work Trevor's cock and balls. The sight of three horny teenage boys finally had its effect, and our dads went into action. In no time at all they had our legs in the air, our calves on their shoulders, and their dicks up our asses. I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of my dad's cock. I continued to jack Trevor mechanically, but my every thought was concentrated on the feeling of my dad's cock as it pounded my ass again and again, filling up every inch of me. When he released one of my legs in order to begin wanking me, I couldn't help screaming, "Oh fuck, Dad!" "Don't rip off my dick, Gunther," Trevor laughed. I relaxed my grasp on Trevor's cock as I felt a mouth pressing down the length of it. As I completely released it, I looked over and saw that it was Rufus's mouth swallowing Trevor's cock. Rufus was now on his knees, sucking Trevor's cock while Trevor sucked Rufus's cock. Mr. Shepherd was kneeling behind Rufus and fucking his ass, while Mr. Watkins continued to fuck Trevor's ass. "Fuck, I love this ass," my dad said as he began to slow-dick me. "So do I," Mr. Shepherd laughed, "but my Rufus's ass can give him a run for the cum." And the slap of his flesh against Rufus's ass definitely confirmed how much he was enjoying it. "All I know is that I'm about to fill my boy's ass with cum!" Mr. Watkins yelled. "Cum in my mouth, Dad!" Trevor begged after quickly pulling Rufus's dick out of his mouth. "Your cum's the one I've always wanted the most!" "Are you sure, son?" Mr. Watkins asked. "Please." Trevor begged. Rufus quickly sidestepped to give Mr. Watkins full access to Trevor, while still keeping Mr. Shepherd's cock fucking his ass. Mr. Watkins quickly moved forward to straddle Trevor's chest and aim his cock at his son's willing mouth. As if by universal agreement, the rest of us froze with Dad's cock up my ass and Mr. Shepherd's cock up Rufus's ass. We all just concentrated on Mr. Watkins frantically fisting his cock as Trevor reached up to grab Mr. Watkins's balls. "Oh yeah, son, pull my balls," Mr. Watkins moaned. "Fuck, Trevor, I love you. I love you, son!" Mr. Watkins screamed as he thrust his cock through his fist and blasted cum all over Trevor's face. Trevor quickly reached up and grabbed his dad's dick to pull it into his mouth so he wouldn't miss any more cum. "Fuck, son!" my dad yelled as he quickly began fucking me again. "I can't--" And that was all he could get out before I knew he was coating the insides of my ass with his cum. Feeling my dad's balls pressed up against my ass set off my trigger and I began to shoot cum all over my stomach. "I love you, son," my dad moaned as my ass clamped down on his cock with every load of cum I shot. "What are you waiting for, Dad?" Rufus asked. "What are you doing?" We all looked over to see Mr. Shepherd pull his dick out of Rufus's ass and say, "Turn over, son." Rufus rolled over on to his back, and Mr. Shepherd leaned in to begin grinding his cock against Rufus's cock and to give Rufus the sexiest kiss I ever saw. My dad sat down on the floor and pulled me around and up so I was sitting with my back against his chest and his arms around me. Mr. Watkins got Trevor into the same position, and we all just watched Rufus and his dad make out and grind their cocks together. Dad nuzzled my neck, and I reached back with a contented sigh to run both hands through his hair. "Mmmmph!" Rufus suddenly moaned, and we could see him lift his hips off the floor and press them against his dad. He continued to moan and shudder for several seconds before relaxing his hips back to the floor. Mr. Shepherd sat back on his heels to reveal Rufus's stomach smeared in his own cum. While wanking with his right hand, Mr. Shepherd reached out with his left hand to massage Rufus's cum-covered stomach. "I love you, son," Mr. Shepherd whispered, and that was all he said before he began silently shooting load after load after load of his own hot cum over Rufus's stomach. He then relaxed his weight onto Rufus's thighs and began using both hands to massage their combined cum into Rufus's skin. "Mmmm, that feels good, Dad," Rufus sighed. ***** "This was the best holiday ever," I whispered as Rufus slowly fucked me while I was stretched out on my stomach, enjoying his latest load of cum already up my ass. We had finally drawn each other as bedmates, but unfortunately, it was also the last night of the holiday. "And the most exhausting holiday ever," he laughed. "I'm knackered!" "You seem to be doing fine to me." "Mmmm," he sighed as he buried himself in me and then remained motionless. "This feels nice," I said. "Yeah, fucking with Trevor and our dads is amazing, but just being in you feels right. It's where my dick really belongs." "Then let's just keep it there as long as we can," I said as I grabbed his arms and rolled over on my side. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and pulled me back against him so his cock remained buried as deeply as possible up my ass. I turned my head and said, "This is exactly where I always want to end up, in your arms." "It's what I want too," he said before leaning in for a soft kiss. We relaxed in perfect contentment and fell asleep. There would be other holidays and other family fucks, but there would always, at the end of it, be just the two of us. [THE END] [Hope you enjoyed the conclusion of this series. Thanks for all the feedback while I've been writing the individual installments. Don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.]