Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2016 00:45:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 12 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in father-and-son fun. On the other hand, if that's exactly what you're looking for, then quit wasting time. Unzip and get busy! PLUMBER'S SNAKE PART 12 After our long weekend of discovery, I was sorry to see Dad go. There was so much more I wanted to experience with him. Fortunately, he felt the same way and started making weekend visits whenever he could. Mom occasionally accompanied him, and those were disappointing weekends for the obvious reason. It was good to see Mom, but it kept me from seeing as much as I wanted to see of Dad. On those weekends, I generally made arrangements to get my daddy itch scratched by my neighbor Tommy, or by Frank Henderson or George Potts. It depended on which of them was available and what the itch felt like at that particular moment. There was an extra emotional element with Tommy, but Frank sure could be fun, and George could be counted on for a good, hard, dominating fuck when I needed it. All their horny sons could also fill the bill when I wanted a more brotherly fuck with someone my own age. All in all, I was very happy with the sexual outlets that had developed as a result of bad kitchen plumbing. My own personal plumbing sure never had any complaints with all those men taking care of it on a regular basis. In spite of being completely satisfied as far as sex was concerned, I still felt a stirring in my jeans every time I stopped at the grocery store and thought about the possibility of seeing Bobby, the cute bagboy. The first time I saw him after our initial encounter, I expected him to have no clue about who I was, but his face lit up when he saw me. He even traded checkouts with another boy so he could bag me. "Do you need help to your car?" he asked innocently when I was all paid up. "Sure," I replied. "I hoped you would come back," he said when we were out walking across the parking lot to my car. "A man has to eat," I laughed. "What I want to eat can't be bought here," he replied. "Are you sure about that?" I joked. The last thing I wanted was some under-18 kid to get a crush on me and not be able to control it. "I guess it depends on how much you're willing to pay." He obviously understood my innuendo. "Have you had your birthday?" I asked with a smile as we reached my car and I unlocked it. "Suppose I said I have," he replied. "Suppose I didn't believe it," I said, taking the groceries from him and putting them in my car. "Oh come on," he almost whined. "I know what I want." "And I'm not risking arrest just to get your rocks off. Thanks for the help." I casually got in the car and drove off, giving him a quick backward wave that he returned. ***** The weeks and months passed, and I figured Bobby would give up, but he continued to be just as persistent and horny as he had been on our first meeting. Finally, one Tuesday afternoon, after my groceries were in the car, Bobby pulled a rumpled envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked. "An invitation. Sorry about the condition. I've been carrying it around for a few days waiting for you to show up." "An invitation to what?" "My birthday party this Saturday," he replied eagerly. "I hope you're coming." "Well, not right now," I joked. "Maybe this evening." "Or you could save it all and give it to me this weekend," he suggested with a smile. "Don't you think I'm a little old to be attending your birthday party?" "Not at all. A lot of family friends are going to be there." The thought of attending an 18-year-old boy's birthday party seemed pretty ludicrous and I couldn't believe I was considering it. "How would you explain me?" "As a friend," Bobby replied casually. "You're not that old, you know. I've got a brother your age." "Is he going to be there?" I asked with a lewd grin. "If you're going to be that way," Bobby replied as he grabbed the invitation back from me, "I don't want you there." "I just don't see the point," I said honestly. "It's not like I'm gonna whip out my dick and let you suck it in the middle of your birthday party." "I didn't say you would," Bobby pouted. I paused for a moment, and then I grabbed a pen from my pocked and the invitation from Bobby. Before I could change my mind, I scrawled my name and address on the invitation and handed it back to him. "Come see me sometime after your birthday, and we'll see what we'll see." "Cool, thanks," he replied with a grin. "...Mikey," he added as he stuffed the envelope in his back pocket. Before I knew what he was doing, Bobby leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips as he groped my crotch. My cock began growing immediately, and Bobby felt it. "Save this for Saturday," he ordered with a gentle pat on my manhood. ***** That evening, my neighbor Tommy stopped by. At first, I thought about telling him I couldn't play around, but I didn't want him to suffer. Instead, I just said that I couldn't cum. "What?" he laughed. "If anyone can cum, it's you." "Of course, I can cum, but I promised I wouldn't." "Is your dad coming for a visit this weekend?" "No," I admitted. "Someone else." "Well, I'm not going to pry," Tommy conceded, "unless it's prying open your ass with this." Tommy grinned and groped the hard cock that was clearly outlined by his tight jeans. "I never promised anything about my ass," I laughed. "Just be careful what buttons you're pressing inside me," I warned as I started to get undressed and throw my clothes on the living room sofa. "I can't promise, but I'll try," Tommy replied as he started to get undressed as well. "I just need a mid-week emptying of these balls." "They sure feel full," I said softly as I took them in the palm of my hand and gently massaged them. "About ready to bust," I added right before leaning in to kiss Tommy on the lips. "Mmmm," Tommy moaned into my mouth as my hand continued to feel his balls and my other hand started stroking his shaft. "What do you have in mind?" I asked innocently after Tommy finally broke the kiss. "What I have in mind is the complete works, as usual," Tommy laughed, "but Martha thinks I'm just over here asking you to join us for dinner. It's been a while." "It sure has," I agreed, sinking quickly to my knees and giving Tommy's drooling cock head a quick lick. "And I'm starving." "Oh god, that feels good, Mikey, but I really need a quick fuck." I gave Tommy's cock one quick balls-deep suck and then stood up. "I told you I'm not cumming." "Me fuck you," Tommy grunted in the middle of another tongue-devouring kiss. "I'll be right back. Keep that hard for me." "It's a promise," Tommy replied, stroking his rigid cock. "The closer you are to cumming, the faster we can get this over." "Don't you worry about me. I've been ready to bust a nut all day!" I rushed to my bedroom and lubed my ass. I could have invited him to the bedroom, but I figured things would go faster in the living room, and then we could get over to his house for dinner. "It's all yours," I said when I returned to the living room and leaned over the back of the sofa with my ass on display. I could feel the heat as Tommy stepped up behind me. He slapped his hard cock on my butt cheeks a couple times, and then he ran his head up and down my crack. "You ready?" he finally asked. "Whenever you're done playing around," I confirmed. "Oh, I'm done," he said, and I felt him working his cock head between my butt cheeks and on toward the promised land. "Oh yeah," he moaned, when he finally slid across my pucker. "Oh yeah," I agreed. "Slide that cock into me, Daddy." "I'm gonna, Son, I'm gonna," he muttered as he placed one hand on the small of my back and used the other to continue guiding his cock. "Here it cums, Son." "That was fast," I laughed as I felt Tommy's cock pressing at my lubed back door. "Fuck you," Tommy growled. "SHIT!" I yelled in response as Tommy brutally thrust his cock into me and kept plunging deeper and deeper until there was no more to go. "That's what you get for being a smartass," Tommy laughed, holding his cock still. "A sore ass," I observed. "Well, are you in a hurry or not?" "Unfortunately, yeah," Tommy replied. He grabbed my hips and began a quick, hard rabbit-fuck. I just grunted and groaned with every thrust of Tommy's cock into me. We both knew what we were there for, and it was just so Tommy could bust that cum-filled nut. Tommy's own moans grew louder and his panting breaths became more pronounced. "Don't have a heart attack, Dad," I warned. "What a way to go," Tommy grunted. "Or cum," I laughed. "That's it, Daddy, fuck your boy's ass." "Oh yeah." "Slam that fat cock into my butt. You know I like it." "You do, Son. You do." Tommy panted. "Faster, Dad." "I'm fucking as fast as I can," Tommy wailed. "Then fucking blow that load up my butt." "I want to. I want to." "Then do it, Dad," I ordered. "Shoot that hot cum into me." "Oh, Mikey," Tommy grunted. "Oh yeah." "You gonna shoot, Tommy? You gonna fill my butt?" "Oh yeah, Mikey. Gonna shoot my load in you." "DO IT, DAD! DO IT!" "I... I... OH FUCK!" "CUM, DAD!" "OH, MICKEY," Tommy hollered, continuing to pump my butt hard and fast. "SHOOT THAT SHIT INTO ME!" "OH FUCK!" Tommy roared as he slammed into me and began to spew that hot seed into my butt. "OH! OH! OH!" he grunted every time his body shivered and shot more cum into me. "Oh, Mikey," he finally sighed as he leaned forward on my back. "Feel better?" I asked casually. "Oh yeah," Tommy sighed, and I could feel his cock starting to slide out of me. "Ready for dinner?" I laughed. "Yeah, I think I just worked up quite an appetite." "Then we'd better get cleaned up and over to your place before Martha gets suspicious," I suggested. "I suppose so," Tommy agreed as his cock head popped out of me with a slurping sound. I certainly felt lucky to have neighbors like Tommy and Martha. She kept my belly full of delicious food, and he kept my ass full of hot cum. I had no complaints. ***** As it turned out, Dad decided to pay a surprise visit that weekend. He arrived Friday night all super horny, and I felt guilty about withholding my cum from him. Fortunately, he was understanding about the situation when I explained my promise. "But are you sure he's not just teasing you?" Dad asked with obvious concern. "Well," I replied, "if he is, then you can have my load to finish the weekend." "Can't argue with that," Dad laughed, giving my crotch a grope and pulling me into a passionate kiss. I then sank to my knees and sucked my first load of daddy cum (for that weekend) out of Dad's cock. As his sperm filled my mouth and washed down my throat, I admitted to myself that I really didn't need to shoot my own cum as long as I could eat all the daddy cum I could get my mouth on. ***** By the time Saturday evening rolled around, I was getting desperate. It turned out that eating cum wasn't enough after all. I really wanted to shoot a load...all over myself, all over Dad, just all over. It was driving me crazy to have Dad's cock working my prostate. I lost track of how many times I had to beg him to stop because I was so close to shooting without even touching myself. In a twisted way, Dad seemed to be enjoying my predicament. He would fuck my ass until I couldn't stand it any more. He would switch to just humping his cock between my butt cheeks. He would feed me his cock when he was ready. And he would shoot cum in my mouth and all over my body. I was so horned up that I was like an animal devouring all the cum I could get or rubbing the excess into my body in a luxurious massage. "I've never seen you like this before, Son," Dad observed after one particularly challenging session where I just barely managed to avoid shooting my cum. "I've never felt like this before, Dad," I admitted. "This is fucking hard." "So I see," Dad laughed, looking at my throbbing cock. "I don't think I can make it through the entire weekend." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "I need to cum, Dad. I know I promised Bobby, but I really need to cum." "Well, let's have dinner and then we'll see what we can do to take care of you." ***** After dinner, I confirmed that I couldn't wait any more. "If I don't cum now," I assured my dad, "I know I'll just have a wet dream and waste this load in the middle of the night." "Well, we wouldn't want that," Dad said, standing up from the table and walking over to me with his hard cock leading the way. "No, we wouldn't," I agreed, wrapping my fist around his shaft and pulling his cock into my mouth. "You get me good and ready, and then we'll take care of you," Dad said, placing his fists on his hips and letting his son suck on his daddy cock. "Mmmmm," I moaned in agreement to his plan as I savored my latest taste of Dad's sweet precum. It was the perfect dessert. "OH YEAH, THAT'S IT, BOY," Dad finally moaned, grabbing my head and bucking his hips to drive his cock down my throat. I wasn't sure whether he was getting ready to cum or just enjoying fucking my face. Either way, I was enjoying it. And then the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. The ringing became so insistent that it was almost constant. I pulled off of Dad's cock and said, "Sorry. Better see who that is." I quickly pulled on my jeans and barely managed to zip my raging cock inside. The pressure and the denim rubbing on my cock almost made me shoot off, but I paused, breathed deeply, and waited for the moment to pass. Dad just laughed and the doorbell kept ringing. "I need a piss anyway," Dad volunteered out of the blue. "Enjoy," I laughed as I headed off to the front door and Dad headed off to find a bedroom. "YEAH, I'M COMING!" I yelled as I got closer to the door. I was relieved that the doorbell finally stopped. "Where's the fire?" I asked, throwing open the door. Bobby took me in from my bare feet, to my jeans that constricted my obvious hardon, to my smooth chest, to my face with its surprised expression. "In my pants," he finally said in response to my question. "Is this for me?" he asked, leaning forward and grabbing my crotch. "Oh shit, don't!" I groaned, pulling away from him. "I'm so ready to shoot right now." "Good," Bobby replied, stepping into my house and closing the door behind him. "That would be the best birthday present ever." Before I could reply, Bobby dropped to his knees and unzipped my jeans. My commando cock popped free and bounced in front of Bobby's mouth as he licked his lips. "Just a second, Bobby," I objected. "I've waited for months. I can't wait another second," Bobby groaned, pulling my jeans all the way down around my ankles. "Is today really your 18th birthday," I asked as I stepped out of my jeans. "Cross my heart and hope to eat your cum," Bobby replied. "You'd better be telling me the truth," I groaned as Bobby took my cock in his hot, young hand. "I want everything to be right between you and me," Bobby said seriously, and I hesitated. That sounded like more than just a horny kid wanting to get off. However, before I could process it more, Bobby leaned forward and licked the head of my dick. "OH SHIT!" I groaned. "Did I do something wrong?" Bobby asked with a shocked look on his face." "No, I'm just afraid this isn't going to last long." "I'll take my time," Bobby assured me. "You're not gonna have much say," I laughed. "We'll see," Bobby replied with a smile. He continued to look up into my eyes as he slid his mouth over the end of my cock. His lips embraced my shaft and slid down farther and farther. His hand moved down my shaft to make room for his mouth and eventually had nowhere else to go but my balls. Bobby casually gripped my balls as he started to slide his mouth back up my shaft. The warm, wet feeling on my cock, the firm grip on my balls, and those eager-to-please eyes looking up at me were too much to take. "OH FUCK!" I roared as my cock began to spasm out of control and cum quickly shot from my balls, through my shaft, out of my piss slit, and into Bobby's gagging mouth. "Mmmmph!" Bobby moaned as the eager look in his eyes turned to one of shock at the fact that I had been telling the truth about how close I was to cumming. "I'M SORRY, BOBBY," I moaned as my cock continued to throb and fill his mouth with several days' worth of my seed. I could see him gulping to try to keep up with the flow, and I could see that it was a losing battle. Finally, he just opened his mouth, and all the excess cum drooled out in a waterfall (or cumfall) over his chin. As my cum flood slowed, Bobby's look returned to the original eager expression and he began to pulse his grip on my balls. I smiled down at him and gave him an approving wink. He stuck his tongue out to lap up what cum it could reach on his chin, and then he closed his mouth to swallow the cum it still held and to resume sucking casually on my oozing cock. "I'll last longer the next time," I laughed. "I promise." Bobby let my spent dick slurp out of his mouth. He took a few quick breaths, and then he replied, "I'm not complaining. That was fucking hot." "It's what you get for making me promise to save my cum for you," I smiled. "Really, you saved all that from the other day?" "Just for you." I assured him. "And it wasn't easy for him," Dad said, joining us in the hallway. "So you'd better appreciate it." "Oh shit!" Bobby replied in a panic, wiping the cum off his chin. "I didn't know..." "Relax," I said, "this is... a friend. Victor." I looked at Dad, who was wearing my bathrobe. I wasn't sure why I introduced Dad that way, other than I thought it would make Bobby less self-conscious about his position. "Hello, sir," Bobby replied nervously. "Hello..." "Bobby," I provided. "Hello, Bobby," Dad said. "Mikey's told me a lot about you." "I should be going," Bobby blurted as he stood up and started to open the door. "But that was just the appetizer," Dad assured him. "Is that really all you want for your birthday?" I was shocked at how forward Dad was being with Bobby, but I was intrigued as well. I looked at Bobby to see how he was processing all this. "No, sir," Bobby said softly. "What was that?" Dad asked. "I said, 'No, sir,'" Bobby clarified. "I was hoping for more." "Well, how about I leave you two alone to celebrate then," Dad offered. "Thank you, Victor," I replied. Dad nodded and turned to walk away, but Bobby surprised us both and said, "You can stay if you want." "Are you sure?" Dad asked, turning around. "I think so," Bobby replied softly, licking the cum from his chin off of his hand. "Speak up, son," Dad ordered. "I think so, sir," Bobby nearly yelled, and we all started laughing. "Why don't we get comfortable and relax," I suggested, finally putting my cock away and zipping my jeans. ***** Bobby and I sat on the sofa, and Dad sat on a chair facing us. I nearly started laughing when I saw him spread his legs, which opened the bathrobe and put his daddy cock and balls on full display. I wasn't sure whether it was intentional or not, so I tried to ignore it. I had more success than Bobby did. As I talked to Bobby, I couldn't help but see his eyes darting in the direction of my dad's exposed crotch. "What happened to the birthday party?" I asked, to keep things casual. "Still going on, as far as I know," Bobby replied. "You ditched your own party?" I laughed. "I guess," Bobby admitted. "I would spank my son if he did that," Dad said. "Would you?" Bobby asked with an odd catch in his throat. "Well, maybe not if he was as cute as you," Dad conceded. I bit my lip as Dad casually followed that comment by reaching down and scratching his thigh right beside his balls. "Thank you, sir," Bobby replied. "Victor," Dad said. "Call me Victor." The surprises continued as Dad moved his hand from his thigh and started scratching his balls instead. "Victor. Thank you, Victor," Bobby said. "Did you enjoy what Mikey did?" "What?" Bobby asked innocently, looking at me to see what he'd missed. Dad and I started laughing, which caused Bobby to frown. "I think Victor is talking about me shooting my cum in your mouth," I clarified. "Oh yeah, definitely," Bobby replied enthusiastically. "Are you sure you don't want me to leave you and Mikey alone to continue?" Dad asked, but he moved his hand from his balls to his cock and gave it a couple long, slow tugs. Bobby looked at me, and I shrugged. After only a moment of consideration, Bobby stood up, crossed the room, and kneeled in front of Dad's chair. Dad placed his hands on the armrests and let Bobby take over playing with Dad's dick. Dad smiled at me. I smiled back, and shook my head in amused disbelief. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as Bobby began to swallow him. "Feels like you've done this before." Bobby quickly pulled off Dad's dick and said, "No, not before tonight. I've wanted to, but I never had the nerve until I met Mikey." "Yeah, Mikey's good for showing you what you need," Dad agreed. "Are you okay with this?" Bobby suddenly asked me. "If you're asking whether I'm jealous, the answer is no," I laughed. "Oh," Bobby replied, and I got that strange feeling again. "If you and Victor are enjoying it, that's what matters," I assured him. "Okay," Bobby replied, but he still seemed a bit distracted. Of course, that didn't keep him from sucking Dad's cock eagerly. I watched the hot sucking action but still couldn't stop thinking about Bobby's reaction to my comment about not being jealous. If anything, I was kind of jealous about the look of relaxed ecstasy that spread over Dad's face as Bobby performed his amateur oral skills on Dad's cock. I couldn't help wondering if Dad was enjoying Bobby more than he enjoyed me. It wasn't long before Dad relaxed his head against the back of his chair, closed his eyes, and finally let out a nearly inaudible "Ahhhhhhhhh." "Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" Bobby yelled as his mouth suddenly and unexpectedly began to fill with Dad's cum. "He doesn't provide much warning," I laughed. "Oh shit, sorry, Bobby," Dad grunted, raising his head and looking down to see Bobby struggling with the flood of cum. "Pull off." Bobby did as directed and let Dad's dick slide out of his mouth. Some cum escaped with the dick and washed over Dad's crotch. Bobby gulped down the cum in his mouth and struggled to breath. He even coughed a couple times. "Sorry," Bobby apologized. "I just wasn't ready," he added before he resumed sucking on the head of Dad's throbbing cock as cum continued to ooze out of it. "You're doing fine, son," Dad said, and I saw Bobby stiffen slightly before continuing his clean-up efforts. Looking at Bobby's muscular butt flexing in his tight jeans, my cock began to get harder. Well, watching him suck Dad had started the process, but that butt got me to the rock-hard state where I couldn't resist doing something about it. I quietly got off of the sofa and kneeled behind Bobby. Bobby nearly jumped into my dad's lap when I touched his butt. "Shit, you surprised me," he observed. "Sorry," I apologized. "I just couldn't resist. Has anyone told you what a hot butt you have?" "Uh, no," Bobby admitted. "Well, you do," I assured him. "Are you interested?" "In what?" Bobby asked innocently. "Well, to put it bluntly," I said, "in having my cock up your ass?" "What?! You're not serious?!" he laughed. "Don't tell me you've never thought about butt-fucking," I said with a grin. "Uh, no," he replied with a nervous laugh. "You've heard of it, though," I persisted. "Yeah, but I didn't think... Well, I..." "Would you rather fuck me?" I offered. "No," Bobby replied. "I want..." "Go ahead, son," Dad coaxed him. "It's your birthday." "Well, I never thought you would want..." Bobby looked over his shoulder at me, and I suddenly realized he was embarrassed. "There's nothing I want more than for you to give me your cherry on your 18th birthday, Bobby." "Really?" Bobby asked with a grin. "Oh yeah," I assured him. "I'll leave you two to it," Dad said, standing up and closing the bathrobe over his softened cock. I waited for Bobby to tell Dad he could stay, but instead Bobby surprised me by simply uttering, "Thanks." "Have fun, boys," Dad said as he dimmed the lights before leaving the room. Without turning to look at me, Bobby slowly removed his shirt and tossed it on the chair where Dad had been sitting. Bobby then stood up, kicked off his sneakers, and then pushed his jeans and underwear down to reveal his perfect round butt. I got a quick glimpse of his pucker as he leaned over to pick up his jeans and underwear to add to his shirt in the chair. I reached out and gripped Bobby's ass, and he froze. A slight shudder ran through his body. "I've been waiting for this ever since I first saw you," he assured me. "I've known for years that I was gay, but I never saw anyone I wanted to be with until I saw you." "I'm flattered," I replied honestly. Bobby suddenly turned around and looked down at me. "I hope I didn't ruin everything by sucking your friend. I was just so horny and you came so fast." I laughed, "Yeah, sorry again about that." "Is he your lover?" Bobby asked bluntly. "We'll, we make love occasionally," I admitted. "But that's it?" he asked with hope in his voice. "It's complicated," I laughed, "but we're not exclusive, if that's what you're asking." "And you're not disappointed at what I did?" "I enjoyed it," I assured him. "And so did Victor," I laughed. "Look, Bobby, I don't know what you're thinking or expecting, but--" "I think I love you," Bobby said flatly. That was the first time anyone said those words to me in that way, and I was shocked. "You don't even know me," I finally said softly. "But I want to," Bobby replied. He kneeled in front of me, wrapped his arms around me, and started to give me the softest, tenderest kiss I'd ever received. I froze in his arms, but he didn't stop. Finally, I relented and began to return the kiss. Slowly, softly, tenderly, and then passionately. I lowered Bobby to the floor and pressed my body close to his as we continued the kiss. This was no urgent open-mouthed kiss. This was something else. Something that was completely new to me. My body tingled at just the feeling of Bobby's soft lips on mine. I trailed my lips over his cheek and buried my face in the curve of his neck. Bobby rubbed his cheek in my hair and gently ran his hands over my naked back. "Are you gonna fuck me?" Bobby finally whispered, and I responded with a full-on belly laugh. "What did I say?" he asked nervously. "You are so innocent and so sexy," I told him. "You really want me to fuck you now?" "If you want," Bobby replied. "Or we could just keep doing this." "How about we take it one step at a time and see how it goes," I suggested, casually slipping one hand between his easily-spred thighs and touched his pucker with my middle finger. "Oh yeah," Bobby sighed, arching his body against mine and squirming his ass against my teasing finger. "You might need this," Dad said, tossing a tube of lube on the floor beside us and then exiting again without another word. "Thanks, Dad!" I called without thinking, and I could feel Bobby's body stiffen in my arms. "Dad?" "Uh, yeah," I admitted. "You and your dad?" "Only recently. That a problem?" "I don't know," Bobby replied honestly. "It's kinda weird." "Kinda?" I laughed. "Look, it happened, just like you sucking his cock just happened. It was fun. We both enjoyed it. It's become just another element of our relationship." "But..." I released Bobby and sat up. "You could get us in a whole fuck-load of trouble, but I'm not going to apologize to you for what's between me and my dad. If you don't like it, you can fuck off." "I think my dad and brother do it," Bobby said softly. "Really?" I asked. "Why? I mean, why do you think so?" "Just looks they give each other," Bobby said. "Looks that don't include me." "You wish they did?" "I don't know. It just seemed too weird. But you and your dad..." "Look Bobby, I'm not saying every guy in the world should be having sex with his dad, but if it happens and they're both consenting adults who enjoy what they're sharing, whose business is it?" "I guess." "So are we done here, or what?" I asked casually. Bobby looked at me for a few moments, and then he took my hand and placed it back between his thighs. I leaned forward and kissed him gently as I began to tease his asshole with my finger again. I finally took the lead and gently forced my tongue between his lips. Bobby resisted for a moment but then relented and let my tongue in to explore. At the same moment, his ass relaxed and my finger slid in to explore him at that end. Bobby let out a groan and arched his body into mine again. "Mmmmph," Bobby moaned as my dry finger apparently grew uncomfortable in his ass. I continued kissing him while I pulled my finger out, found the lube with my other hand, squirted lube on my finger, and then reinserted my finger up Bobby's butt. "Mmmmm," he sighed with pleasure as I slowly fucked my finger in and out of his tight tunnel. I eventually added another finger, and another. "You're so fucking hot," I hissed as Bobby's tender passion turned to outright sluttiness. He squirmed almost uncontrollably on my probing fingers, and he began frantically kissing me all over my face and neck and chest. He even began chewing my earlobe and licking my ear. I don't know where he learned all that, but he seemed to be a natural who knew what his body and mine wanted. "This is better than I ever dreamed," Bobby groaned. "Oh, fuck me, Mikey. I need you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" I asked, leaning back to look him in the face. "More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life," he replied. "Then let's do this right," I said, untangling myself from his arms and legs. I sat up with my back to the sofa and slowly started lubing up my raging cock. "I wanna suck you again," Bobby said eagerly when he saw my cock. "I thought you wanted to get fucked," I laughed. "Okay, okay, I do," Bobby replied. "Let's fuck." "Stand up, turn around, and lean over," I ordered, and Bobby obeyed. "Oh yeah," Bobby sighed when I started using my fingers to work more lube into his asshole. "That feels good." "Okay, I think you're ready," I finally said, pulling my fingers out of him. "Turn around and sit on my lap. As Bobby turned and stood over me, I hunched down a little so I was still leaning against the sofa but my cock was standing up in ready anticipation. Bobby straddled my legs and kneeled down over my lap. I reached between his legs and gripped my dick to hold it vertical. "Sit," I repeated. Bobby obeyed and relaxed his thighs to lower his ass. He paused when he felt my cock head pressing against his cherry pucker. "Ummm..." "Whenever you're ready. Take it slow. You're in complete control. That's why we're doing it this way." "Thank you," Bobby replied and gave me a kiss. This time, it was his tongue that eagerly tried to gain admission into my mouth as he began to push his ass down on my cock. He grunted and tried harder. "FUCK!" Bobby screamed into my mouth when my cock popped into him and he suddenly slid a few inches down. "Relax," I whispered as he buried his face in the curve of my neck. I gripped his ass firmly to keep him from taking more of my cock until he was ready. "Oh shit," Bobby moaned. "I didn't expect it to feel like this. To hurt," he panted. "Take your time. It gets better," I assured him. "Breathe deeply and slowly. Bobby did as I instructed, and I could feel his body begin to relax again in my arms. "When you're ready, just slowly slide down more." "I think I'm ready," Bobby finally whispered, and I relaxed my hold on his butt to allow him to descend. "Oh," he groaned as more of my cock slid up his ass. "Oh," he groaned as he continued lowering himself onto me. "Oh," he sighed when he finally had all of my cock inside of him and he was sitting comfortably on my lap. "Feel better?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Bobby moaned. "Wow." "When you're ready, you can start fucking yourself on my cock. Just slide your ass up and down. You're in charge, so do whatever feels good to you and your ass." "Mmmmm," Bobby sighed as he slowly began to raise off of my cock. "Oh yeah," he sighed as he began lowering his ass back onto my dick. "That's it," I whispered. Bobby's ass felt damn good on my throbbing cock. I liked Tommy and Dad and others fucking my ass, but I had to admit that it felt damn good having my cock sliding slowly in and out of Bobby's tight ass. I wanted it to last all night. As with the kissing, though, Bobby's body took over and quickly switched from romantic to slutty in a heartbeat. He was soon grunting and groaning as he frantically slammed his ass onto my cock. Willing it to go as deep into him as he could force it. I began thrusting my hips up to meet his ass and plow my meat into him. Ramming. Harder. Harder. Harder. "OH GOD," Bobby finally groaned. "I'M GONNA CUM, MIKEY!" he warned. "Do it, Bobby. Do it. Shoot your load on me." "Are you gonna cum?" he asked desperately. "Don't worry about me. This time is all about you," I assured him. "OH FUCK, MIKEY. OH GOD. OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" he screamed. I grabbed Bobby's dick and began jacking him wildly. "OH MIKEY, I LOVE YOU!" he yelled only moments before white-hot cum erupted from his cock and splattered all over my chest and stomach. Again and again and again. With each load, I could feel his ass contracting on my cock. "Oh, Mikey," Bobby sighed when he finally collapsed against me and cemented our chests together with his fresh cum. I kissed Bobby's neck gently and then whispered in his ear, "Happy birthday, Bobby." Bobby started laughing, which made his ass spasm on my cock. It felt so good. "This is the best birthday present I ever gave." "And the best I ever got," Bobby replied. He sat back and looked at me with a huge grin on his face, and then he leaned in to kiss me. With his cock spent and his balls empty, Bobby returned to his original sensual kissing. Softly. Longingly. Tenderly. "Oh, Bobby," I hissed as my cock unexpectedly began to empty my cum into Bobby's ass. I let out a long groan of satisfaction as Bobby slowly resumed fucking himself on my spurting cock. "Happy birthday to me," Bobby whispered just as the doorbell began ringing insistently again. "Damn, I need to disconnect that thing," I growled. "Better answer it," Bobby said, sliding his ass off of my cock and collapsing beside me against the sofa. "I'M COMING!" I yelled as the doorbell continued to ring. I grabbed my jeans and tried to slip them on as I hopped toward the hallway. "You stay here," I said to Bobby, "and I'll be right back." I zipped up my jeans over my spent-but-still-hard cock and yelled, "I'M COMING!" "Where is he?" Frank Henderson yelled at me when I'd barely had time to open the door to my fuckbuddy plumber and his own fuckbuddy son, Joe. "You're in deep shit," Joe laughed at me as his dad shoved past me and headed for the living room. "Hey, hey, wait a minute!" I yelled, trying to head Frank off. "Dad!" Bobby yelled, grabbing a sofa cushion to try to hide his nakedness as Frank, Joe, and I burst into the living room. "What are you...?" "Dad?" I replied with honest surprise. "Yep," Joe laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't know," Frank said, rounding on me. "I didn't! I swear!" "You know Mikey?" Bobby asked innocently. "We've occasionally cleaned out his pipes for him, little bro," Joe laughed. He was obviously enjoying the spectacle. "He's one of our best customers." "But how did you know I was here?" Bobby asked. "Joe saw you sneaking out of our party, you ungrateful brat," Frank replied. "He followed you here and then came back to tell me where you'd gone." "I didn't know. Honestly." I raised my hands defensively. "Have you fucked my boy?" Frank asked aggressively. "It's none of your business if he did," Bobby yelled, quickly standing up and placing his naked body between his dad and me. "I'm 18 now. I can do what I like." "And what Mikey likes," Joe added. "Don't you talk to me that way," Frank said. "You're not too big or too old for me to put you over my knee and smack that cum-filled ass of yours." Joe laughed, "I think that thought appeals to him." "What?" Frank asked, turning to Joe. "Well, didn't you see Bobby's dick throb at the thought of you spanking his ass?" Joe replied. "Damn, Bro, how big does that thing get?" Bobby quickly stepped around behind me to hide his hardening dick. Apparently, he hadn't been quite as appalled by the thought of his dad and brother fucking as he had implied earlier. "I think we all just need to calm down," I said, managing to sound remotely casual. "Don't you tell me--" Frank started to object. "Or do I have to bend you over this sofa and fuck you into submission?" I have no idea where the nerve came from for me to stand up to Frank like that. "Well said, Son," Dad praised me as he entered the living room to discover what all the fuss was about. "Who are you?" Frank asked, but the fight seemed to be going out of him. "Mikey's dad," Bobby said quickly. "And I've sucked him too. What are you gonna do about that?" "Well, well," Frank said, looking Dad up and down. "Was he good?" "Yes," Dad and Bobby responded together, which caused all of us to start laughing, and the tension was finally broken. "The only reason I was so angry," Frank finally said, "is that it really hurt your mother's feelings when she realized you'd left the party she worked so hard to put together." "I'm sorry, Dad," Bobby replied, "but Mikey's been putting me off until I was 18, and I couldn't wait any longer." "Well, Dad," Joe said casually, 'I think it's about time we started teaching Bobby the family business. Anyone with a snake as impressive as his is worthy of Henderson Plumbing." "He's definitely good at draining pipes," my dad laughed. "It's always good to have satisfied customers," Frank admitted. "I'll remember that," Bobby smiled. "Well," Frank continued, "if you're all finished here for now, I think it's time you got back home and enjoyed the party your mother put together for you." "Okay, Dad," Bobby replied as he started to get dressed. "Wash up first," Frank ordered. "You smell like a cum dump." "I am," Bobby laughed. "This way," I said, leading Bobby off to my bedroom and the master bath. Bobby gave me a quick kiss when we were out of sight of the others. "I do love you, Mikey." ***** It took me a while to get to the point where I could tell Bobby that I loved him too, but when I did, I knew it was true. He did something special to me that none of the others did, and I don't mean just sex. It was a lot more than that. I missed him when he wasn't there and I was on cloud nine when he was with me. I finally admitted to myself that I didn't want to live without him. Soon after, he moved in with me, and we have been together ever since. Dad's visits decreased after Bobby moved in. Bobby liked having him around and even enjoyed sharing me with him sexually, but Dad wanted us to have more time to ourselves. Tommy felt the same way and came to look on Bobby as his second surrogate son. Bobby and I enjoyed taking care of Tommy's needs occasionally, but he insisted that we should concentrate on each other. Their concern for us as a couple just made me love Dad and Tommy even more. It didn't take long for Bobby to admit that he'd actually caught his dad and brother having sex one time but they didn't know it. He'd jerked off for years at the thought of having sex with them, but he'd never had the nerve to tell them he knew what they were doing and that he wanted to do it too. It was a huge thrill for me that Bobby included me in the foursome when he finally got his wish and satisfied his dad and brother... and we all satisfied him. George Potts and his older sons dropped off the sex radar. I guessed other customers of Potts Construction were taking care of them. In fact, the only members of the Potts family that I continued to hear from were the twins. Bobby was intrigued by them, and the idea of twincest really turned him on. As a result, the Potts twins became our best friends and our regular fuckbuddies. Bobby did eventually join the family business. It took a little time and a lot of effort, but I finally got to the point where I could stop thinking about him satisfying other customers with his talented plumber's snake. After all, Bobby's cock was available to snake out my pipes whenever I needed it, and that was quite often for this satisfied customer of Henderson Plumbing. THE END ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this last bit of fun for Mikey. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. The more details, the better! ;) Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.