Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2018 17:30:27 -0400 From: NDog456 . Subject: Nasty Redneck Dad 3 This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead is entirely accidental. If you enjoy this site, then please considering donating to Nifty. They're a fantastic site, and they rely on donations to function. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - AUTHOR'S NOTE: For this story, I had a very specific model in mind. I hit him up on tumblr before writing, and he gave me the go ahead for using him as a reference! So if you want to see Dad in real life, look at nastibear.tumblr.com or 707smoker on xtube! This dude is an absolute fuckin stud, and I've blown my load to his videos and photos an uncountable amount of times. So it felt fitting making him the Dad in my first incest story. Go show him some love! - In this chapter, when I say "I've been asked", I'm writing as if emails I've received have been read by the narrator. This story is fictitious, sadly. Enjoy! - Lately, I've gotten a lot of people asking me if I've ever had sex with someone besides my Dad. The answer is an absolute yes. Me and my Dad's relationship is very open, with both of us commonly having sex with other people. In fact, we sometimes share a partner or two in a three/fourway. One of those times was when I was a freshman in high school. It was Parent-Teacher Conference night, and I was failing English. The school made it mandatory for all students failing a class to have parents meet the teacher of their failing class. So Dad begrudgingly left home and drove us up to my school, ready to listen to my teacher chastise my attention and dedication to school. We waited outside the room for about half an hour, standing in a line of students and parents waiting to speak to Mr. Brady. Dad subtly flirted with the people in line while I played on my phone. Dad had wanted to stay home and fuck, so he was taking his sexual energy out as much as he could. When we finally got in, there were two chairs in front of Mr. Brady's desk. Dad sat in one, and I sat in the other. Dad scooted over, pushing us right next to each other. He put one arm over me, holding me in his grip. I wasn't embarrassed by the intimacy, but the publicness of it did make me almost blush. Mr. Brady sat at his desk, staring at us over his glasses inquisitively. He sat down his papers and shuffled in his desk. He cleared his throat loudly before speaking. "So, Mr. Brady, I'm sure you're already aware of why we're having this me-" Dad cut him off. "Cus my boy's failin' English? Yeah, I ain't surprised. No one in the family ever has been ver' good in English classes." Mr. Brady coughed, glancing at Dad's arm draped over me. "Is there any particular reason? Hunter doesn't seem to be bad at English, he just doesn't do homework." Dad smirked. "Well he don't really got any time, really. I could tell you why but that's... private." He grinned a little wider. I'm not a sexually private person, in fact I'm quite proud, but I wanted to just sink in my seat. Mr. Brady looked back and forth between us two and set his papers down. "Well I think what needs to happen is more time dedicated to homework. Do you two promise to make that a priority?" Dad chuckled. "If I say yes, can I go home and get nekkid?" Mr. Brady looked surprised, and a few emotions flashed past his face before he settled back to neutral. "Sure, just sign this form saying you attended." I bit my lip, sitting quietly as Dad signed the form and stood up. I quietly followed him out of the room. I started walking to the exit quickly, wanting to go home, but a firm hand grabbed my shoulder before I could and guided me down the hall.I turned around, following, to see Dad guiding me towards the bathroom. "Dad, where you goin'?" "I can't wait. I was fuckin' rock hard that whole damn meetin'. I'm too damn horny!" Dad all but pushed me into the stall, locking the door behind him. I looked around, startled and a little confused, looking at all the graffiti of confederate flags, dicks, and links to porn videos. Suddenly, Dad pressed me against the wall, his face behind mine, his lips to my ear. He dropped his jeans, letting his cock and balls spill out. "I need to fuck you, now," he said in a commanding voice. I breathed heavily, feeling flustered. "Dad, someone's gonna hear us," I said in a whispered tone. "No one's here but us, boy. We wer' one of the last ones tah' show up." Dad spit on his cock and slid into my ass, roughly splitting it as he sank to the base. I moaned in pleasure and gripped the toilet as Dad started sinking in and out of my ass. Dad immediately sped up, clearly needing release. He pumped in and out rapidly, his big balls swinging and smacking me. I moaned in pleasure, stroking my own cock as he fucked me. "Gonna tear that pussy up. Moan for me boy, moan for Dad." Dad squeezed my nipple, and I moaned loudly, my cock twitching in my hands. "Fuck yeah, tight pussy on my cock, tight fuckin' pussy." I moaned again as Dad slammed over and over into my ass, a loud slapping noise ringing out in the bathroom. "Fuck me! Yeahhhh!" Dad jerked my cock as he swung his hips back and forth violently, his big bull balls swinging wildly. "Cum for me, boy. I want you to shoot yer' load." I started panting, my climax building faster and faster. The smell of our sweaty, musky bodies filled the room, and I huffed it up as I got closer and closer. I felt my prostate getting rubbed by Dad's cock as his big beergut rubbed my back. But right as my orgasm reached its tipping point, a loud slam of a door made me and Dad jump. We both froze, our eyes widening as we heard keys locking a door and footsteps slowly moving towards the stall. I had an urge to ask who it was, but Dad mimed silence, his cock still in me. "So, couldn't wait for home, huh?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was Mr. Brady. Dad struggled to pull out and pull his pants up, but Mr. Brady was already peeking over the stall wall, standing on a heater to look in. "I knew something was up when you were all touchy at our meeting. But in the school? That's bold." I struggled to get dressed myself, freaking out as my English teacher looked at me and my naked Dad in the bathroom. "Don't worry you two! I'm not gonna have anyone arrested." Dad paused and looked up. "Whadd'ya mean? The fuck you want back?" Mr. Brady grinned. "Ah, ahead of the curve. I don't want anything like money, don't worry." He paused and licked his lips. "But I do want to join you two." I darted my eyes up, holding my jeans in place. "Y-ya do?" Mr. Brady beamed back at me, a devilish look in his eyes.. "Fuck yeah! Nothing hotter than a man and his boy being a bunch of fuck pigs in a school bathroom." Dad grinned back coyly. "Well come on in, bud!" Dad dropped his jeans again, walked over to the door, and unlocked it. Mr. Brady walked in and immediately started stripping. His body was muscled, hairy, and a large tattoo of a rose covered the left side of his chest. His cock was uncut, about 6 inches, and as thick as a beercan. His balls were a little larger than average, but nowhere near Dad's. Dad and Mr. Brady immediately started making out, rubbing their hands up and down eachother's bodies. I stripped again, my mouth open as they grunted and tugged on eachother's nipples and cocks. Dad and Mr. Brady broke their kiss, drool attaching their tongues. Mr. Brady cleared his throat and said "You mind if I throatfuck your boy?" Dad grinned. "Not at all." I walked over and got on my knees, opening my mouth wide. Mr. Brady scoffed. "He's eager, huh?" Mr. Brady slid the tip of his cock in, and I immediately started coating it with spit, sliding my head down farther on his thick cock. Mr. Brady whistled and push in farther, starting to slowly pump his hips. He grabbed my head, taking control of my sucking. Slowly, he started pumping his hips back and forth, using my mouth like a pocket pussy as he fucked it. I groaned and gagged lightly, not used to the thickness of his meat. His pumps got faster amd faster, and his breathing started getting heavier. "Fuck yeah, Hunter, take my fucking cock." Dad growled in approval in the back, the sounds of his wet masturbation ringing out. Mr. Brady sped up again, full on face fucking me. I moaned in pleasure as he used me, his cock ramming in and out. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air. A mixture of copious pre and spit dripped from my mouth and Mr. Brady's dick. Mr. Brady stroked his now beet-red cock, the veins bulging out. His body had turned red too, sweat beads glistening on him. The smell of manstink only got stronger in the stall. I looked back at Dad, who was sitting on the toilet, now slowly stroking his erect cock. He grinned at me, and I grinned back. I got up off my knees and got on all fours, my mouth to Dad and my ass to Mr. Brady. I moved my mouth over Dad's cock and started sucking him tenderly, my tongue rubbing all over the head. "Oh yeah boy, swallow that daddy cock. Take the whole fuckin' thing." I started bobbing on Dad's cock, accustomed to sucking it. Mr. Brady shuffled behind me, his breathing slightly heavy. He rubbed my asscheek, squeezing it in his hand. I felt his fingers migrate to my hole, his thick fingers running up and down the fuck-adjusted pucker. "Fuck you've got a good ass, Hunter." I groaned in approval around Dad's cock as Mr. Brady slipped his fingers in and out of my ass, one at a time, then two, then three. I started stroking my cock as I bobbed up and down, one hand on Dad's leg. Suddenly, Mr. Brady stopped. "Hey, so does your boy like piss?" I loudly groaned in approval as I continued slurping on Dad's rock hard shaft. He grinned. "He sure fuckin' does!" Suddenly, I felt a warm stream hit my back, and the smell of piss filled the air. I moaned happily as Dad started too, pissing down my throat. I swallowed greedily as I got pissed on and in, the stall smelling more and more like home. Mr. Brady rubbed his cock between my cheeks as he finished peeing, the last droplets sliding down my cheeks and cunt. I heard him violently spit on his dick, and the next thing I knew, he was pushing in. His cock was massively thick, so it stretched me as he entered, making me moan around Dad's slobber and piss soaked meat. Mr. Brady huffed. "You like that? Like being split by my big dick?" Dad huffed too, clearly enjoying the display. He grabbed my head and started humping my mouth while he grunted. His lip curled and he started muttering under his breath while Mr. Brady started pumping away at my ass. Dad's massive ballsack swung in my face as he facefucked me, his cock sliding in and out. "Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah. Feels so fuckin' good watchin' my boy get fucked while I fuck his big wet mouth." Mr. Brady's flushed red body dripped sweat onto me as he kept pumping away, his balls swinging away. He occasionally swatted my ass as he pumped in and out, smacking it red. It went like that for awhile, the three of us grunting, groaning, moaning, and dirty talking while we fucked. Our intensity only increased until Mr. Brady was slamming in and out and Dad was gagging me on his cock. "I'm gettin' so fuckin' close!" "Nng! Me too!" I prepared myself to take their loads, but Mr. Brady pulled out out of nowhere, panting and groaning. Dad let go of my head, and I pulled off gasping, wiping my lips of spit. I looked over at Mr. Brady. His cock was swollen and slightly twitching, clearly close to cumming. Dad was the same. Mr. Brady licked his lips and caught his breath. "I didn't want to finish without trying something. Hunter." He looked me straight in the eyes, and I looked back. "Think you could handle both of us in your ass?" Dad grinned. "Oh hell yeah!" I grinned too. "I can try!" Mr. Brady rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. "Fuck yes..." Dad and Mr. Brady lied down on the ground, their legs pushing onto each other so their cocks were touching and sticking straight out. I positioned myself over them, squatting down over. As I lowered down, I pulled at my ass to keep my hole open. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the tips of the two cocks and started pushing down, sliding them in. Dad and Mr. Brady both moaned at the tightness, both of their raging hard wet cocks squeezing together inside my ass. I puffed in pleasure and a little pain as I slid down more, getting closer to the base. Dad growled in pleasure as the tightness squeeze around his cock. I finally reached the base and started bouncing up and down, the two cocks stretching me out as I rode them. I moaned loudly in pleasure, tweaking my nipples as I bounced up and down. Mr. Brady started moaning, bucking lightly as I got faster and faster. "So fucking tight!" I started fully riding, getting used to the thickness of both cocks in my ass. I slammed up and down as all three of us moaned and groaned intensely, our orgasms coming. "Ahhh! Fuck!" I screamed out as my load shot out, bursting like fireworks, shooting far into the air and landing back down all over Dad and Mr. Brady. I slammed down, sending the two to the edge. Both of them roared in pleasure, their fat, sticky, hot loads bursting into my guts. I groaned loudly, huffing in the scents of sex, sweat, and piss. I slowly slid up, letting their cum gush out of my fucked-open hole onto the floor. I flopped down next to them, and we all huddled up, making out in a pile, taking turns at sucking on eachother's erect, twitching nipples while our still erect cocks slowly oozed pre and leftover cum. For the rest of the year, my grade in Mr. Brady's class never dropped below an 80, and I would go to his room during lunch at least once a week for "tutoring". He still comes over to fuck with Dad, and I join in sometimes. - And that's it for this one! If you enjoyed, please let me know via email! If you want a new chapter, tell me and what you'd like to see more of. Again, thank you Nastibear for letting me use your likeness in my story! If you all like his content, then show him some love! I know he's always looking for smokers to Skype with! ;) Thank you for reading, hope you get your rocks off! - Read my other stories here on Nifty! Brad the Busdriver in adult-youth