Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2023 13:35:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sammy in the Big City, Part 3 (gay/incest)

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SAMMY IN THE BIG CITY

PART 3

I was both surprised and pleased when Mike rang Grandpa's doorbell and
joined us for dinner. Grandpa seemed to be expecting him, though. "Come to
meet my boys, did you, Mike?" Grandpa asked as he ushered Mike into the
apartment.

"I think we've met before," Dad said, offering his hand for a shake.

"At your mother's funeral," Mike confirmed.

"Yes."

"And this is my grandson, Sammy," Grandpa said, gripping my shoulder.

"How do you do, Sammy?" Mike asked as if we hadn't been eating each other's
cum only a couple hours earlier.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled as I felt inconvenient stirrings in my crotch.

"What a smile," Mike said, giving my hand a firm squeeze as we shook.

"He gets that from me," Grandpa laughed.

"I'll bet that's not the only thing he gets...got from you," Mike remarked,
giving Grandpa a wink.

Grandpa seemed to blush! Then he cleared his throat and said, "Dinner's
almost ready. Who's hungry?"

"I had a bit of a snack earlier," Mike said, and it was my turn to
blush. "But I can always eat more," he added, looking right at me. I felt
my dick jump and quickly turned away before it wanted to do more than just
jump.

*****

Later, when the men were having coffee and dessert, I excused myself and
hurried to the bathroom. "Glad my dinner never goes through me that fast,"
Grandpa laughed, but I ignored him. After all that time of looking at Mike
and thinking about what I'd done to Grandpa the night before, I just needed
to play with myself.

As soon as I had the bathroom door closed, I unzipped my jeans and pulled
out my dick. It turned into a hard cock in no time. I was beating my meat
so fast. Pounding away at it. Sliding my fist frantically up and down my
rigid shaft. Slamming my fist into my pubes before stroking up to fill my
palm with the head. Again and again and again. I just wanted to shoot a
load, so I could get back to the table and relax.

Suddenly, the doorknob started to turn, and I froze. I hadn't locked the
door! My eyes bulged as the door started to open and reveal me standing
there with my rock-hard cock in my hand. I was too surprised even to try to
hide it.

"Just what I figured," Mike whispered with a grin. "Need some help with
that?" he asked as he stepped into the bathroom and softly closed the door
behind him.

"What about...?"

"Better hurry before they start wondering," Mike said as he dropped to his
knees in front of me. "Feed me your dessert," he said and let his mouth
drop open. Forgetting all about Grandpa and Dad, I turned to Mike and
started frantically pounding my pud again. "That's what I like to see," he
encouraged me.

"Oh god," I moaned softly when he reached out and cupped my tight balls.

"Full of jizz for Uncle Mike," he said, licking his lips.

"Not sure I have much left after this afternoon," I panted as my fist
continued its assault on my cock.

"I'll take whatever I can get," Mike replied, squeezing my balls and
rolling them around in his tight fist.

"Oh god," I grunted as his tender touch sent jolts of electricity through
my balls and the rest of my body.

"Quickly, Sammy," he ordered.

"Almost...there," I grunted, and Mike moved his gaping mouth closer to my
dick. I could feel his hot breath on the scarlet head of my cock and the
back of my pumping hand. "Getting...close," I panted.

"That's it, boy," Mike encouraged me.

"Unnnnngggghhhh!" I growled as I slammed my fist into my pubes and pushed
the head of my dick into Mike's mouth. I expected him to wrap those
glistening lips tightly around my shaft, but instead, he let his mouth hang
open. I grunted and watched with surprise as my cock started blasting off
into Mike's open mouth. Shot after shot. I could see the cum building up on
his tongue.

"Yeah," he moaned in the back of his throat as his mouth filled with new
jets of my cum.

"Oh god," I grunted again, involuntarily thrusting my dick deeper into his
mouth and feeling my own cum coating the underside of my shaft.

"Mmmm," Mike sighed, finally closing his lips around my quivering cock and
sucking gently. I could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down the
accumulated load of jizz. He closed his eyes and continued devouring my
load and my cock as it began to soften and grow tender.

"Stop, please," I begged as my body convulsed from the overstimulation.

Mike let my spent dick slip out of his mouth and smiled up at me. "Whatever
you say, Sammy. You know that," he added with a wink. "Now you'd better get
back out there before they start wondering what we're doing. I'll stay here
and 'take my turn' now that you've finally finished," he added with a
smile.

"Thanks, Uncle Mike," I whispered as I tucked my dick back in my underwear
and zipped up my jeans. "You're the best," I added as I quickly washed my
hands.

"I'd say you are," he replied, licking his lips.

*****

"I didn't know Mike was waiting to use the facilities," I said lamely when
I returned to the dining table.

"I'm sure he didn't mind waiting," Grandpa replied, and I was positive
there was some sort of implication there. I quickly looked at my plate and
started scarfing down my own dessert.

"I hate to eat and run," Mike said when he eventually returned to the
dining room and found Dad and Grandpa deep in conversation while I tried to
avoid looking at them and giving away anything. "But I do have to be
going."

"Come back any time," Grandpa said.

"Thanks, I might just do that." Mike replied. "It was the best dessert I've
ever had," he added with a smile in my direction.

"Can't beat home made," Dad said, and I nearly choked!

"You got that right," Mike said, unable to suppress a small laugh. When he
reached the door, he stopped and turned back. "Say, I was just thinking. I
can show Sammy around the city tomorrow if he wants to get out of the
apartment."

My heart began racing with the excitement of spending the day with Mike,
although I hoped it would be in his apartment instead of wandering around
the city. "Can I, Dad?" I finally asked.

"I was planning to surprise you, but I actually have tomorrow morning off,"
Dad replied. "I thought the two of us could see the sights."

"Oh," I said with a definite lack of enthusiasm. "That should be fun," I
added, trying to get into the spirit of the offer.

"Some other day, then," Mike replied with a smile.

"Definitely," I agreed, smiling back at him.

*****

"Are you going to give it another try out here with me," Dad asked later
after we'd finished watching a movie, "or are you just going to head right
in to your grandpa's room?"

"I think I'll get more sleep in Grandpa's room," I laughed.

"Suit yourself," he said as he began to change into his pajamas. For the
first time, I had the overwhelming urge to watch Dad get undressed. I could
feel my dick begging me to watch. Instead, I grabbed up my own pajama
bottoms and sleeping T-shirt, then quickly headed off to Grandpa's room.

The light on the nightstand was still on again. And there was Grandpa,
spread out and sound asleep. He'd kicked off the covers, so the light was
shining on his fully exposed body. Well, not fully exposed. He was wearing
a new pair of boxers. I could see the mound in them, but his cock and balls
weren't on display for me to enjoy. I looked at his body as I pulled on my
pajama bottoms. I started to pull on the sleeping T-shirt as well, but then
changed my mind.

I climbed into bed, snuggled up tightly against Grandpa's side, and pulled
his arm around me. I relaxed into the heat of his body. I rested my head on
his hairy chest. I inhaled his scent, an intoxicating musky aroma. And I
waited for his cock to grow. But it didn't. After a quick glance up at his
sleeping face, I tentatively slid my fingers into the opening of his
boxers.

I held my breath as my fingers first felt his wiry pubes. Then they found
the warm softness of his sleeping dick. I gently rested my hand on his warm
cock flesh. I resisted the urge to tease it into hardness. I just enjoyed
the pleasure of my palm absorbing his body heat...and fell asleep.

I didn't know how much later it was when I woke up again. I did know that
my hand felt drenched in gooey wetness. I looked down and saw that the
front of Grandpa's boxers were darkening with wetness. I could also feel
that the soft dick I had fallen asleep holding was now a hard but softening
cock. Shit! I'd missed it!

I looked up at Grandpa's contented face, then I slowly pulled my hand back
out of the front of his boxers. Sure enough, the gooey wetness was
Grandpa's cum. One whiff was all it took to tell me that, and one lick of
my wet palm was all it took to confirm it. Still, I licked my palm and
fingers completely clean, just to make sure.

When there was no more grandpa cum to lick from my hands, I suddenly had a
moment of panic. His boxers and obviously his cock and balls and pubes were
soaked with cum. What would he think when he woke up? Would he know I'd
done it? Well, I hadn't. I'd been asleep. It wasn't my fault. That's what I
told myself, although I knew in some sense that his cock had responded to
my sleeping touch and delivered what it knew I really wanted. In for a
penny, in for a pound. I slid my fingers back into Grandpa's boxers, got
them drenched in cum again, and had a second helping before cuddling up to
his side again and falling asleep.

*****

"Someone made a mess," Grandpa laughed, waking me out of my sleep.

"It wasn't me," I objected sleepily without thinking.

"No, it was me," Grandpa chuckled as he sat up. "You go back to sleep. I
have to get cleaned up and ready for work."

I guess he figured I'd closed my eyes and gone back to sleep, because the
next thing I knew, Grandpa hooked his fingers into the waistband of his
boxers and pushed them down over his hips and thighs, letting them fall to
the floor and exposing his muscular butt to my impressionable view! He then
tossed the boxers into his laundry basket before heading off to the
bathroom.

As soon as the shower started running, I jumped out of bed and rushed to
the laundry basket. I retrieved Grandpa's still-warm boxers and held them
up to my face. I inhaled the stimulating scent of his muskiness mingled
with the heady aroma of cum. I inhaled again and again and again. Filling
my lungs with the scent. I couldn't wait until Dad and Grandpa left and I
could play with myself... Dad wasn't leaving! With overflowing
disappointment, I returned Grandpa's boxers to the laundry basket and threw
myself back on the bed.

It was just in time, because the mattress hadn't even stopped bouncing when
Dad opened the bedroom door and popped his head in. "Ready for a day out?"
he asked with a smile.

"Sure," I said, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "What do you have in
mind?"

"That's a surprise," Dad smiled. "Just get dressed."

*****

The morning was a sightseeing whirl. Lots of walking. Lots of
pictures. Lots of junk food from street vendors. And then we ended up at a
huge mall. Dad thought I might want to buy some souvenirs, and he said he
needed to grab a few things as well. We wandered around a bit just to check
things out, and I insisted on trying on some new sneakers. Dad obviously
figured I was going to be a while, so he excused himself and headed off on
his own errands.

Suddenly, I had the urge to pee. I apologized to the guy who had been
patiently showing me various sneakers to try on and asked him if there was
a restroom nearby.

"One level up, and at the back," he replied with a smile.

"I'll be back," I assured him. "Will you keep those for me?" I asked,
pointing at my favorite pair of shoes so far.

"No problem," he said, then he took them behind the counter. He said
something to his colleague and then watched me leave the store.

I found the restroom without any problem and went in. It seemed
deserted. My feet were killing me after all the walking we'd been doing, so
I decided to sit in a stall while I peed. There were several of them, so I
took the one at the end, farthest from the door.

I'd just settled in and was ready to pee when I heard the door
open. Someone came in and stopped. After a few moments, he walked down the
line of cubicles and went into the one next to me. I wondered why he picked
that one, but then I remembered why I was there and relaxed to empty my
bladder. I let out a relieved sigh, and there was a soft chuckle from the
next cubicle. "When you gotta go, you gotta go," the stranger said.

"Definitely," I laughed back as my pee kept pouring into the
toilet. Finally, the stream started to dwindle down and then became just a
few random squirts. That's when I noticed movement beside me. There was a
metal disk screwed to the wall of the cubicle. Well, partly screwed. The
top screw was in place, but the bottom screw had been removed. I watched as
the disk swung around the top screw and revealed a hole in the wall. Then,
the finger that had pushed the disk aside started rubbing the bottom edge
of the hole. "What are you doing?" I finally asked.

The stranger laughed and said, "I guess you're new to this. My finger's
telling you that I want to suck on your pecker and drink down your boy
juice."

"My what?" I asked, surprised.

"Your cum, boy."

"Oh!" I replied, finally catching on. I thought about Grandpa's neighbor
sucking me and eating my cum (and me eating his), and my hardening dick
slapped into the rim of the toilet bowl.

"You interested or not? I don't have a lot of time."

"Sure," I said, standing up quickly and grabbing some toilet paper to wipe
the last of my pee off the end of my dick.

"Just stick it through the hole," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Nice," he
muttered, and that was the last I heard before I felt his hot mouth
engulfing my rigid dick...my cock.

"Oh god," I moaned, when he just started sucking me eagerly. Rapidly
bobbing his mouth up and down on my cock. Driving it deep into his warm,
wet, hungry mouth.

He moaned in response and doubled his efforts. I couldn't believe how fast
his mouth was sliding up and down my cock. His tongue rubbed along the
underside of it and sent shivers through my body. I shuddered, pulled back
slightly, then shoved my dick forward again. He groaned and I knew he
wanted more. I pulled back and shoved forward. Driving my cock into his
desperately sucking, moaning mouth.

The excitement was too much for me. "You really want my boy juice?" I
panted.

"MMMMPPPPHHHH!" he replied.

"I'm almost there," I informed him, but I was surprised and disappointed
when I felt the mouth suddenly pull off of my cock. "Don't..."

"Feed me," he ordered as he gripped my shaft tightly and began pumping my
cock furiously. The head bounced on this tongue.

"I'm gonna cum," I hissed as I involuntarily thrust into the tight fist.

"Shoot that load," he growled before wrapping his lips tightly around the
head of my cock.

"Oh god," I moaned. My balls tightened. My cock throbbed. My cum shot into
the stranger's mouth.

He groaned loudly as he sucked my cock and gulped down my boy juice. I
could feel shot after shot exploding from my dick and filling his mouth. He
sucked and gulped. Gulped again. Swallowed it all.

"Thanks, mister," I finally panted, when I knew I was finished.

"Thank you," he replied as he gently stroked and sucked my softening cock
to make sure he got every last drop. Finally, he let go of my cock and
heaved a big, satisfied sigh. "Guess I'd better get back to work. Thanks
for the break. Best I've had in a while."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I laughed as I pulled my dick back through the hole
and the disk fell back into place. I then sat back down on the toilet. I
was exhausted but definitely satisfied. The stranger left the cubicle,
rinsed out his mouth at the sink, washed his hands, and left without
another word.

My heart was finally slowing down when I heard the door open and close
again. Footsteps approached the same cubicle next to me. At first, I
thought that the guy had come back for more, but the metal disk didn't
move. I heard the new stranger unzip, and I waited for the sound of peeing,
or even a grunt for number two, but there was silence. My curiosity got the
better of me.

I leaned toward the disk and slowly pushed it aside. My mouth dropped open
when I saw the rigid cock being stroked slowly on the other side. Without
realizing it, I licked my lips. Then, I held my breath, stuck a finger
through the hole, and rubbed along the bottom edge as the guy had done
earlier. The new guy didn't say or do anything, so I thought I was doing it
wrong. I pulled my finger back and was about to let the disk swing back
into place, but before it could, the man pushed his hard cock through the
hole.

"Yes!" I hissed softly as I wrapped a fist around the warm, velvety
shaft. I stuck out my tongue and licked the raging-red cock head.

"Suck it!" the stranger ordered in a strangled, barely audible growl. I
immediately slid my mouth over the head, tightened my lips around the veiny
shaft, and began pumping with my fist. That got an appreciative moan from
the stranger. As I continued stroking, I tried to get more of the cock into
my mouth. I gagged and tried again. He began fucking my fist, driving his
cock through my hand and deeper into my mouth. I gagged again as it pushed
into my throat. The stranger growled again and thrust harder.

I breathed desperately through my nose as the pounding cock filled my mouth
and battered my tonsils. Again and again and again. Faster and
faster. Sliding smoothly through my fist and into my mouth. I wasn't sure
how much more I could take, but I certainly wasn't going to give up. I
tried to relax and just go with it. My eyes flew wide open with surprise
when the cock suddenly pushed down my relaxed throat and I didn't gag! "Oh
yeah," the stranger said, again in a strangled, barely audible growl. Then
he did it again and again and again. He fucked my throat deep and raw.

The man gasped and froze. The cock throbbed in my mouth, and my throat was
suddenly being coated in warm, soothing, creamy liquid. The man pulled his
dick out of my throat, and suddenly my mouth was being filled with load
after load of pulsing hot cum. I gulped eagerly and gripped the shaft
tighter to work out every drop. The guy panted and thrust
again. Shuddering, ragged breaths. Throbbing, pulsing cock. More delicious
cum!

Slowly, the spent cock slid out from between my lips and disappeared back
through the hole. The disk fell back into place. I could hear the guy
collapsing onto the toilet next to me to recover. "Thanks," he growled
between satisfied pants.

Then, for some reason, I panicked. I pulled up my jeans. Unlocked the
cubicle. Rushed to the sink. Rinsed my mouth as the first stranger had
done. Washed my hands. And headed for the door. As I pulled the door open,
I heard the cubicle being unlocked. I dashed out quickly to avoid being
caught.

I rushed into whatever store was right next to the restroom and waited to
catch my breath. I was almost ready to head back to the shoe store when the
restroom door opened, and Dad walked out! After a moment of shock, I ducked
out of sight until I saw Dad pass the store I was hiding in. As he headed
toward the escalator, I ran over to the stairs and dashed down them as fast
as I could.

"Welcome back," the clerk said as I rushed back into the shoe store.

"Do you still have the shoes?" I panted heavily.

"Sure do." He reached under the counter and pulled out the shoes. After
placing them on the counter, he reached into a pocked and pulled out a box
of mints. "You might want a couple of these as well," he said, opening the
box and holding it out toward me. When I looked at him with obvious
confusion, he smiled and said, "I know it helps freshen my breath after
I've taken a restroom break." He gave me a wink and I knew that he was the
one how drank my boy juice. I also knew he was telling me my breath smelled
like cum.

"Thanks," I said with a grin as I took a couple mints and popped them into
my mouth.

"Don't mention it," he laughed as he put the box back in his pocket, "and I
won't either," he added with a wink as Dad entered the store.

"So, did you find anything you liked?" Dad asked.

"Definitely," I replied with a smile at the clerk and then at Dad. I could
barely contain the sudden joy that overcame me as I realized that not only
was Dad's cum in my belly, I liked it and wanted more!

"And they're on sale," the clerk said.

"I like a sale," Dad replied, and the clerk rang up my new sneakers.

"Didn't you find what you were looking for?" I asked, seeing that Dad
wasn't carrying any purchases of his own.

"Yes, but it wasn't on sale," Dad laughed, ruffling my hair.

While Dad was preoccupied checking the receipt and signing it, the clerk
whispered to me, "Employee discount. You earned it." I just grinned.

"You wanted 'em, you can carry 'em," Dad said, handing me the bag as we
headed out of the store.

"Cum again," the clerk called casually, and I couldn't help laughing. I
looked back at him and waved.

"What's so funny," Dad asked.

"Nothing," I replied. I knew how to keep a secret. Sort of.


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