Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 05:11:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: My-Mate-and-His-Dad-Part-2 (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 a son and his friends getting to know each other and the son's father in every way. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... PART 2 "You have the best tasting cum," I said. I was stretched out on Rufus's bed and savoring the residue of the load he'd shot in my mouth about ten minutes earlier during a study break. We'd been sucking and fucking each other for three years now, whenever the mood struck and the opportunity presented itself. Okay, we'd been sucking for three years; the fucking was more recent. I first let Rufus fuck me for his eighteenth birthday (three months ago), and he let me fuck him for my eighteenth birthday (last month). "And whose cum have you been comparing it to?" asked Rufus, wadding up a sheet of paper and throwing it at me. "Wouldn't you like to know," I laughed as I threw the paper back at him. He knew perfectly well that he was the only guy I'd ever been with. "You're a dick," he joked. "You should know. You've sucked me enough." I yawned and stretched. "Isn't it about time for dinner?" Rufus turned back to his homework. "I thought you had enough to eat ten minutes ago." "That was just an appetizer. I guess I'll have to cook the next course myself." I reached down, unzipped my jeans, and pushed the front of my shorts down under my balls. I began to massage my cock with my left hand and my balls with my right hand. "Jeez," Rufus said when he finally looked around and saw what I was doing. "Doesn't that thing ever get tired?" "I told you I was hungry. And since you don't seem to think I should be gathering other samples, this is my only option." Rufus crossed the room and climbed on the bed to kneel between my legs. "I never said you couldn't suck other cocks," he said as he leaned in and began to lick my balls. "You wouldn't mind?" I was really surprised. Rufus stopped licking and began nuzzling my balls so he could talk. "You're the one who set the ground rule that it didn't matter who I sucked as long as I loved you. Well, the same goes for you." "Really? You're sure?" "Mmmph" was all I could understand since Rufus was now trying to talk with his mouth full of my balls. I leaned back to enjoy the sensations but was fully alert when there was a knock on the door. I lifted up my head and locked eyes with Rufus, who froze with my balls still in his mouth. "Boys?" At the sound of his dad's voice, Rufus spit my balls out and dove across the room to his desk chair. I cracked up laughing when he missed and landed on the floor. He glared at me as he managed to get seated in the chair and call out "Yeah?" I quickly rolled over to hide my hardon as the door opened and Rufus's dad looked in. He was about six feet tall and about 180 fit pounds. He had the same thick black hair as Rufus, but it was cut short and had some greying on the sides. "How's the studying going?" he asked. I couldn't help myself and quickly responded, "It's hard, Mr. Shepherd." That earned me another glare from Rufus. "Well, hard can be good, Gunther," his dad said casually. "But if you're ready for a break, dinner's on the table." "Okay, we'll be right down, Dad." "Definitely," I chimed in. Mr. Shepherd flashed a smile and headed back downstairs, closing the door behind him. "Well, I guess that takes care of that," I said as I rolled back over and pulled my underwear back over my cock and fastened my jeans. "There's always dessert later," Rufus laughed. **** The taste of Rufus's cum was quickly replaced by an amazing dinner cooked by his mum. Unfortunately, she also made a brilliant Victoria sponge for dessert, so I was stuffed by the time it was all said and done. "You've outdone yourself again," Mr. Shepherd said as he leaned back and patted his flat stomach through his shirt. He definitely had my attention, and when I looked up from his stomach to his face, he gave me a conspiratorial wink. "Don't you think so, boys?" "I couldn't eat another thing," I said, and Rufus almost choked on his final bite of cake. "Easy, Son," said Mr. Shepherd. "Haven't you learned how to swallow yet?" That comment only sent Rufus into another coughing fit, and I couldn't keep myself from laughing. Rufus swallowed a drink of water and managed to get the coughing under control. "Idiots." That was Rufus's sister weighing in. "I'll be in my room if anyone needs me." "Mary, would you help me clear the table?" Mrs. Shepherd asked, but Mary was already out of the room and obviously not coming back. "I'll help, Mum," Rufus volunteered, and the two began clearing the table. This was the basic routine whenever I ate at the Shepherd household. Mary always managed to avoid helping out, and Rufus always volunteered. "Well, I for one ate too much." That was always Mr. Shepherd's conversation starter. It was all very predictable and cozy, especially considering that I'd known for the past three years that Mr. Shepherd liked to have guys suck him off at the nearby park toilet. "Me too. It's definitely better than my mum's cooking," I said. "It doesn't look like you suffer from malnutrition," he laughed. "Are you staying here overnight?" "Umm, no, not on a school night." "Well, I can run you home if you want," Mr. Shepherd said while staring right at me. "That's not necessary," I said, looking down and fiddling with a knife that was still on the table. Rufus came back into the room at that moment. "You two can help, you know." "Oh, sure," I said and quickly jumped up to help clear the remaining plates. As I leaned across to clear Mr. Shepherd's place, I was shocked when he patted my ass and said, "You're a good boy, Gunther." "Umm, thank you, sir," I said as I quickly straightened up and followed Rufus out of the room. In the kitchen, Mrs. Shepherd was rinsing the dishes in the sink before adding them to the dishwasher. As Rufus and I put the final dishes on the counter, Mr. Shepherd opened the door and leaned into the room. "I think I'll go for my walk, Maggie," Mr. Shepherd said. "Work off some of those calories." "Don't go too far, dear. It's late." "I won't be long," he said lightly and exited. "I'm glad he's started taking some exercise in the evenings," Mrs. Shepherd said as she worked. "I think it does him a world of good." "I'm sure it does," Rufus responded flatly. "Have you boys finished your studies?" "Not quite, Mum. I have some more maths to do." "Then you'd better get to it. I'll finish up here." She didn't have to tell us twice. Rufus and I hurried from the kitchen just in time to see the front door close. Rufus headed toward the stairs, but I headed toward the door. "Where are you going? Don't you want some more dessert?" Rufus asked with a laugh and grabbed his crotch. "Definitely. But it's getting late and I'd better head home." "Suit yourself." Rufus walked back over and gave me a quick kiss. "Good night." "Good night," I said as I grabbed his crotch and gave his cock and balls a gentle squeeze. "Are you sure you can't come up for just a short study session." "Not tonight." I leaned in for another quick kiss. "See you tomorrow." "If you're lucky," he said and then headed up the stairs. ***** I stood on the Shepherds' porch and leaned back against the front door. My mind was racing. Was Mr. Shepherd on to Rufus and me? Good to be hard? Learn to swallow? Patting me on the ass?! I suddenly realized that I was massaging my hard dick through my jeans. I could go back inside and have Rufus take care of it, or I could wait until I got home and take care of it myself, or... ***** I was out of breath by the time I reached the park toilet. I had taken an indirect route from the Shepherd house to the park because I didn't want to chance running into Mr. Shepherd. If this was going to be the destination of his after-dinner walk, I wanted to beat him to it. Unfortunately, the longer route meant I had to run almost all the way, so I was knackered. I leaned over outside the entrance, placed my hands on my knees, and took a few deep breaths. "You'd better be careful who sees you in that position, Gun. They might take it as an invitation." I straightened up and turned around to see Trevor standing in the doorway with a grin on his face. "How did you know it was me?" I asked in surprise--both at his comment and at finding him here at this hour. "I'd know that ass anywhere." "What?" "Don't be coy, Gun. You know you have a nice ass. Lucky Rufus. I'll bet he likes fucking that ass." Rufus and I had become good friends with Trevor during the past three years, hanging out together at school and going to his tennis matches. However, we hadn't told even him that we were fucking. That was still our secret. "We've never...," I started. "Really? No wonder you're running all the way to the bog. Don't worry, I can give you what you need," he laughed as he groped himself. "As tempting as that is," I said sarcastically, "I have something else in mind if he shows up." "He? And who would that be?" "Well," I said hesitantly, "do you remember the guy with the really huge load?" "There are so many." "You know, the one you had three years ago, right before Rufus and I ran into you that first time?" Trevor started to laugh, and it wasn't a quiet laugh. "Shhhh," I hissed. "What's so funny?" Trevor managed to get himself under control. "Does Rufus know you're looking for other cocks to suck?" "Fuck you," I said and turned to go. Even possibly getting the chance to suck Mr. Shepherd wasn't enough for me to put up with Trevor's insults. However, Trevor reached out and grabbed my shoulder. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Gun. Of course I remember the guy with the huge load. He still makes occasional deposits. Do you know him?" "I might," I said as I turned back to face Trevor and he let go of my shoulder. "So, if you know him, who is he?" "You don't know?" "Well, after the first few loads, he finally told me his name was Ruben and I told him mine was Trevor, but that's all we know about each other...other than that I give good blowjobs and he shoots huge tasty loads." Trevor cut his laughter short when a loud whistled tune indicated that someone was coming up the path toward the toilet. "Get inside, second stall," Trevor ordered and shoved me through the door. The toilet was pretty standard. There were a couple sinks, a urinal trough, and a couple toilet stalls. I quickly ducked into the second stall, which was one of those larger handicapped stalls. I sat down and drew my feet up out of sight. "Nice night," I heard Trevor say. "I hope so." Even with just three short words, there was no doubt that the voice belonged to Mr. Shepherd. I held my breath and tried to stop my heart from racing as they entered the building. "Been busy tonight?" "Haven't seen a soul for an hour," Trevor said casually. "I was about ready to give up." "I'm glad you didn't. Oh, that feels good," Mr. Shepherd moaned. "You ain't felt nothing yet," Trevor laughed. "Hey, where are you going?" I saw the latch on the stall door turn and the door opened slightly, but Trevor's body blocked the gap. "I thought we'd use the gloryhole for a change," Trevor said without missing a beat. "Like it was the very first time again." "If that's the way you want it, I'm game," Mr. Shepherd said. I heard the door of the first stall open and Mr. Shepherd's feet appeared under the divider. At the same time, Trevor quickly ducked into my stall and closed the door. He put his index finger to his lips to make sure I kept silent and mouthed "Watch this." He then kneeled on the floor in front of a gloryhole that connected the two stalls and said, "I'm ready whenever you are." "Then here it comes," said Mr. Shepherd, and I heard the sound of him unzipping. Trevor turned to grin at me as a semi-erect uncut cock came through the hole. My mouth fell open as I watched Trevor lean in and run his mouth back and forth along the side of the dick, which began to stiffen. Trevor reached up and slid the foreskin back to expose the head and then stuck his tongue out for a quick lick at a drop of precum that was already emerging from Mr. Shepherd's cock. I was so envious! Trevor swirled his tongue around the head a few times before engulfing the cock. He then began to bob slowly back and forth. "Oh yeah, Trevor, that feels good. Suck my dick, boy. Oh yeah. Take it all, son." Trevor tilted his head toward me and raised an eyebrow. I knew instantly what he thought and frantically shook my head to tell him that Ruben was NOT my dad. Trevor grinned, as much as he could grin with a mouth full of cock, and went back to sucking Mr. Shepherd. "Swallow me, Trevor. All the way." Trevor leaned in until his forehead was against the divider, which meant Mr. Shepherd's cock was buried in his throat. Trevor was motionless for a moment, and then I noticed that he wasn't really motionless. I could see the muscles in his throat contracting as if he was swallowing repeatedly. "Oh yeah, massage dad's cock with your throat, son. Ungh. Fucking amazing, Trevor. Suck me fast." Trevor began to bob back and forth on Mr. Shepherd's cock again. At the same time, he reached down to unzip his jeans and release his own six-inch cock and his hairy balls. He began slowly jerking his own dick with his left hand, and he reached up to grab the shaft of Mr. Shepherd's cock with his right hand. He stroked the shaft as he continued to bob on the head. I was concentrating so hard on what Trevor was doing and how he was doing it that it was almost a surprise when I realized I was as hard as a rock and was massaging my hardon through my jeans. That definitely wasn't going to cut it, so I quickly unzipped and freed my cock as well. Trevor glanced over and winked at me while he watched me frantically jerk away. Trevor took his mouth off of Mr. Shepherd's cock but continued to jack it as he mouthed to me, "Slow down!" "Come on, boy, I want your mouth on my cock, not just your hand," Mr. Shepherd ordered. Trevor looked at me and tilted his head toward the seven-inch cock that was protruding through the wall. "Really?" I mouthed. "Go for it!" he mouthed back. "Suck my dick now, son!" Mr. Shepherd ordered. "Yes, sir," Trevor responded. He grinned at me and nodded toward Mr. Shepherd's cock. I quickly and quietly got off the toilet and kneeled beside Trevor. He slowed down his jacking motions as I leaned in to lick the head of Mr. Shepherd's dick. "Mmmmm, nice," Mr. Shepherd groaned. I was so fascinated by the foreskin as Trevor pulled it back and forth along the cock that it was like slow motion as I took the tip of Mr. Shepherd's cock into my mouth and closed my lips behind the head. "Oh yeah, son, suck dad's dick," Mr. Shepherd said softly, and I leaned forward to take even more of his cock into my mouth. I could suddenly feel Trevor's hand in my hair. He was gently massaging the back of my scalp, adding pressure as I moved forward on Mr. Shepherd's cock and releasing pressure as I backed off. The feel of Trevor's hand on my skin and Mr. Shepherd's cock in my mouth caused me to let out a loud moan as Trevor released his hold on Mr. Shepherd's cock, allowing me to go all the way down to deepthroat him. "Oh fuck, yeah, Trevor, bury my cock in your throat and work it. Work on my fucking cock, son!" I worked my throat muscles as if I was literally swallowing that cock, and it felt amazing. I also continued to jack my own cock in rhythm with my swallowing movements. I didn't think it could get any better, but then I realized that while I had been engrossed in the moment, Trevor had moved around to kneel behind me. I pulled off Mr. Shepherd's cock slightly, grabbed the shaft with my free hand, and resumed sucking while I tried to figure out what Trevor was up to. "Oh fuck, Trevor, you keep that up," Mr. Shepherd moaned, "and I'm gonna fill your mouth with the biggest load of cum you ever tasted." As I continued working on Mr. Shepherd's cock, Trevor gently manipulated my body so that I moved from a kneeling position, with my ass on my heels, to a doggie position, with my ass up in the air. He then slowly worked my jeans down off of my hips to expose my ass to the open air. I pulled off of Mr. Shepherd's cock long enough to glare over my shoulder at Trevor and mouth the word "No" emphatically to him. Trevor grinned and mouthed back the word "Okay" as he just softly massaged my ass cheeks. Turning my attention back to Mr. Shepherd, I slowly stroked toward me, so that his foreskin engulfed the cock head. I then inserted my tongue into the opening and swirled my tongue around the cock head and the inside of the foreskin. "Yeah, Trevor, work that foreskin. You are so fucking hot!" Suddenly, I felt Trevor spread my ass cheeks and lean in for a quick lap at my hole. The shock caused a reflex reaction that involved grasping Mr. Shepherd's cock tightly and almost slamming my fist into the divider. "What the fuck?" exclaimed Mr. Shepherd. With my mouth hanging open, I looked over my shoulder at Trevor, who was obviously trying to stifle laughter. "Sorry, Ruben, I lost my balance," Trevor managed to say. "Well, be more careful. I want my cock sucked, not bloody ripped off." A slight chuckle indicated that Mr. Shepherd wasn't too put off by my slip, so I swallowed his cock again, and almost immediately felt Trevor spreading my cheeks and leaning in to lick my asshole again. I was ready for it this time, but I still couldn't help letting out a low moan of appreciation. "Oh yeah, moan on my cock, son. Fucking feels great," Mr. Shepherd moaned himself. "God you feel amazing." Instead of continuing to let me do all the work, I could feel that Mr. Shepherd was beginning to fuck my hand and my mouth. So, I released my hold on the shaft and leaned in for him to bury his cock in my throat as deep as he wanted. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna fuck your throat until I fill it with cum. Oh yeah, it won't be long now," he moaned as his thrusts became more urgent. I almost panicked when I felt Trevor change positions and brush what almost certainly had to be his cock across my asshole. But then I relaxed as his dick slid upward along my crack and he pressed the sides of my ass cheeks together to form a fleshy tunnel for him to fuck. Placing my left hand against the divider to maintain some sort of balance, I took my own cock in my right hand and began to jerk it in rhythm to the fucking I was getting in my throat and between my ass cheeks. "Are you ready, Trevor, I can't hold back much longer?" Mr. Shepherd's thrusts became even more urgent, and I mumbled an ascent around his thrusting cock as my fist began to fly up and down my own cock. I also tried to clench my ass cheeks around Trevor's thrusting cock, which was gaining the same urgency as Mr. Shepherd's. "Oh fuck, son, here it cums. I'm cumming. Oh fuck, swallow my cum, son!" Mr. Shepherd yelled as he thrust forward one last time, slammed against the divider, and began flooding my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, but Trevor had not been lying. The load was huge! My own orgasm hit, and I began shooting load after load of cum across the floor and under the divider. My mouth opened wide to let out a moan as my body exploded, and some of Mr. Shepherd's cum leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin before I clamped my lips tightly around his cock to catch the rest. "Oh fuck," Trevor said as he clutched my ass cheeks tight and thrust forward and up. I could feel the cum shooting through his cock and up into the air before falling back down on his cock and my ass. Trevor slowly began to massage his cum into my skin as I continued to suck on Mr. Shepherd's softening dick. "That's all you're going to get tonight, son," Mr. Shepherd said as he slowly pulled his dick back through the hole. I relaxed and leaned forward onto my elbows. I could hear Mr. Shepherd zipping up and I could see that some of my cum shots had landed on one of his shoes. At least I thought it was mine. I suppose it could have been his own, but the I'm pretty sure I got his entire load. I grinned to myself as I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick up what had run down my chin earlier. At the same time, I could feel Trevor licking my ass cheeks to clean up the residue of his own load. My eyes widened as I saw Mr. Shepherd's fingers run across his shoe to gather up the cum and then disappear. Almost instantly, I could hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean. "Mmmmmm, not bad," Mr. Shepherd declared before exiting his stall. "Not quite as salty as usual, Trevor." "Changed my diet, I guess," Trevor said. I looked at him like that was a stupid thing to say and he looked back at me as if to ask what else he could have said. As the water began to run in the basin, Trevor and I both stood and pulled up our jeans. Mr. Shepherd turned off the water and said, "Trevor?" Trevor quickly opened the stall door and leaned out. "Yea, Ruben?" "Did you enjoy fucking your end as much as I did?" "What do you mean?" "Well, I might not be the brightest bulb in the lamp, but when I have one mouth on my cock and another mouth says, 'Oh fuck,' I'm pretty sure that means there are two people on the other side of the wall. Besides, I distinctly heard two zippers dropped besides mine, and even though you said you hadn't seen anyone for an hour, I saw you shove your friend inside the building right before I got here." I was horrified and Trevor was silent. Fortunately, Mr. Shepherd finally chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Trevor. Your secret's safe with me." Trevor laughed and said, "Thanks, Ruben. See you soon?" "We'll see," Mr. Shepherd said. Trevor ducked back into the cubicle with me, and we listened to Mr. Shepherd's footsteps as he crossed the room, exited the building, and closed the door behind him. At that point, we broke out into gales of laughter, and I collapsed on the toilet. "That was too close!" I said. "Well, if I'd known we were going to get caught anyway, I would have been more vocal about how good your ass cheeks felt on my cock! I knew you had an amazing ass, Gun." Trevor laughed. We were laughing so much, we didn't hear the door open again, but we certainly heard Mr. Shepherd when he said, "Hey, Gunther." "Yeah?" I said before I could stop myself, and then I covered my mouth in shock. "Glad you decided you weren't so full that you couldn't eat something else after all." Throwing caution to the wind, I said, "Any time, Mr. Shepherd." "We'll see," he responded, and then we heard the door close behind him. I looked at Trevor, who was just staring at me with an incredulous look on his face. "Mr. Shepherd?" he asked. "Yep." I confirmed. "You mean, 'Huge Load' is Rufus's dad?!" "Yep." I confirmed again. "Well, fuck me." Trevor said with a laugh. "Maybe next time," I joked. "I've gotta get home now. School tomorrow, you know." [Hope you're enjoying the story. 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