Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2014 05:41:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Satisfying Stevie: Part 2 (gay/incest) First off, don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Second, I welcome positive feedback and even constructive criticism, but if you're nothing but an energy-sucking hater, don't waste your time or mine. Keep your pointless hate to yourself and move on. Third, this is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... SATISFYING STEVIE PART 2 Late Friday afternoon, I called Ben White, my neighbor, to make sure that he and his brother, Bob, could look after my livestock for the weekend. I've helped them out in similar situations in the past, and Ben said they would be glad to look after my farm while I was gone. Reassured that I was leaving the place in good hands, I packed a small bag and headed off to visit my sons. "Where's everybody at?" I called out as I entered my sons' house a few hours later. With all three of them at the same college, they had decided it was cheaper just to rent a house off campus instead of living in the dorms. "In here," replied my youngest son, Jamie, from the living room. "I thought you'd never get here," my middle son, Stevie, said as he rushed to greet me and grabbed me in a tight bear hug. "Well, if I'd known I was going to get a greeting like this," I smiled as Stevie stepped back, "I would have driven faster." "Let me," Stevie said as he took my bag and headed to the living room. "Thanks," I said, following him. As I watched him walking ahead of me, I couldn't keep my mind from mentally stripping off his clothes. "Stop it!" I muttered sternly to myself. I didn't know where the sexual thoughts about my son were suddenly coming from. I'd never been interested in men before, and certainly not in my own sons. "Here," Jamie said casually has he held out a joint to me when I entered the room. "You look like you could use this." "Thanks, Son," I replied, taking the joint. It had been a long time since Jamie last shared his weed with me, so I inhaled deeply and held it for a while before exhaling slowly. "Mmmm, nice," I said, handing it back to him. I'd never told my ex-wife about Jamie's pot habit, and I'd certainly never mentioned that I liked to join him in it when the opportunity arose. "Come on, sit down," Stevie ordered, pulling me down onto the sofa with him on one side and Jamie on the other. "We're watching '300'." "Fine with me," I said as I quickly began to relax after that long drive. "We've seen it a hundred times before," Jamie laughed, taking a puff of the pot. "Stevie just likes to keep the images of the oiled musclemen fresh in his mind for his jackoff fantasies." "Absolutely," Stevie agreed, reaching across me to take the joint from Jamie. "I forget what a real man looks like when you're all I have to look at all day." "Fuck you," Jamie laughed. "In your dreams," Stevie replied. I was proud of Jamie and my oldest son, Franky, for being so accepting when Stevie came out to them. I told him they would be, and they didn't let me down. "Where's Franky?" I asked. "Upstairs with his latest slut," Jamie replied. "Hey!" I said, giving Jamie a playful slap on the back of the head. "Just 'cause you're not getting any isn't any reason to take it out on your brother's girls." "I get plenty," Jamie assured me. "Your fist doesn't count," Stevie laughed. "I get more than either of you, probably," Jamie said casually. "Unfortunately, for me, that's probably the truth," I said with a smile. "Give us some more of that." Jamie handed me the joint, and we settled into watching the movie in silence. A few joints and several bags of potato chips later, when the movie was getting near the end, a scream of ecstasy came from upstairs, accompanied by an extremely loud series of grunts. The upstairs noises were so loud that they easily cut through the blaring fight scene. "About time," Jamie muttered before going into a fit of giggles. "I wish Arthur could last as long as Franky," Stevie said, referring to his boyfriend. "I didn't mean it that way," he added quickly. "What way?" I asked innocently. "Sounds like Stevie wants Franky to do him," Jamie giggled. "Fuck you," Stevie said defensively. "Now who's dreaming?" Jamie replied. At that moment, a pretty girl I'd never seen before came down the stairs and entered the living room. "Bye, guys," she said and then left the room as quickly as she had entered. The front door slammed a few seconds later. "Not bad," I said appreciatively. Knowing that she had just satisfied my son's lust stirred a bit of lust in me as well, and I could feel my cock stirring on its own at the thought. "Careful, old man," Jamie said. "Don't get yourself too excited." "Hey!" I laughed. "There's plenty of lead left in my pencil, Sonny." "You haven't sharpened it down to a nub yet?" "Does this look like a nub to you?" I asked as I undid my jeans, reached into my underwear, and hauled out my semihard uncut cock and big hairy balls. I don't know what came over me except for being tired from the drive and of course smoking pot with my boys for the past hour and a half, but I had no qualms about letting my cock and balls sit there in plain view. I'd never done anything like that before, other than maybe a time or two when we were out in the country and I'd desperately needed a piss! "Not bad," Jamie said with a cocky grin, "but have a look at this." Jamie took another drag on the latest joint and hauled out his own equipment. With his own semihard cock and his own hairy balls on display, Jamie leaned back into the sofa and put his hands behind his head. In only an instant, his cock began to lengthen, thicken, and harden. "Not bad yourself," I laughed in agreement. "Wait for it," Jamie giggled, and then his hard cock began rhythmically pulsing up and down, slapping his stomach with loud smacks. "That's talent," I had to admit. "Don't you think so, Stevie?" I turned my head to look at Stevie and discovered he was just sitting there with his mouth hanging open. "Earth to Stevie." "Uh, yeah," Stevie recovered quickly. "Nice party trick, Bro. Too bad so few girls have seen it." "Well, let's see what you can do," Jamie challenged him. "Uh, I don't think so," Stevie said, suddenly nervous. "We've shown you ours," I laughed, taking a puff on the current joint. "Yeah, so you've gotta show us yours," Jamie insisted as he took the joint back, inhaled, and repeated his bouncing-cock trick. Stevie grabbed the joint and inhaled deeper than he usually did. He exhaled slowly and relaxed. Without looking at either of us, he let his head fall back against the sofa as he undid his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his rock-hard cock and hairy balls were instantly on display. "What the fuck?" Jamie said with obvious surprise. "When did you do that?" I asked. Stevie opened his eyes and looked casually down at the Prince Albert piercing of his dick head. "Do what?" he asked innocently before he started giggling. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "It did at first," Stevie admitted, "but not now." "Nice bolt," I said, and without thinking, I reached out to touch the hardware. I'd never seen one in person before and was fascinated. My knuckles must have brushed against the skin of Stevie's cock or something, because he suddenly scream, "Oh shit!" I jerked my hand away in a reflex action and watched in stunned silence as Stevie grabbed his cock shaft and began pumping frantically. In only a matter of seconds, his cock began to erupt and spew cum all over his shirt and his exposed hairy stomach. Stevie eventually started to gasp as the overwhelming waves of orgasm subsided. "Nice party trick, Bro," Jamie laughed, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was slowly stroking his own cock all the same. "Hey, what's going on?" Franky asked, entering the living room at that moment. "You just missed Stevie's fireworks," Jamie laughed as Stevie recovered and began to use his shirttail to wipe up the cum. "It's your fault," I said, winking at Franky. "You got us all so horny with all that noise you were making." "Oh, sorry about that," Franky laughed. "I want them to know I'm enjoying it. Nice bolt, Stevie." "Thanks," Stevie muttered as he pulled his jeans back up and tucked in the cum-soaked shirttail. "I guess that just leaves you and me," I said to Jamie as I inhaled from the joint again. "You're on," Jamie replied, taking a puff of his own. I definitely hadn't seen the evening going like this when I first planned to visit the boys, but there was no reason to stop now. I relaxed back, closed my eyes, and wrapped my hand around my thick cock. "Mmmm," I sighed as I began to stroke slowly. "Ummm," Franky laughed, "I think you better agree on the objective." I opened one eye and looked over at Jamie, who was hunched forward and frantically jacking away at his cock. "The one who lasts longest wins," I said with a giggle of my own. "No, no, No NO!" Jamie grunted as he tried to stop himself, but it was too late. "FUCK!" he bellowed as he threw himself back against the sofa and started thrusting his hips to drive his cock through his hand. The first shot of cum burst out of his cock and flew right into his face. The thrusts of his hips became more spasmodic and the trajectory of his cum flights became more erratic. His shirt and skin and jeans all became splattered with his hot seed. With one final grunt, he relaxed completely and casually raised his joint to his lips. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I guess Dad wins," Stevie said softly, and we all started laughing. "I guess so," I agreed, slapping Stevie casually on the thigh and making him jump. "Better put the champ away," I added, as I started to put my cock and balls back in my underwear. "No," Stevie objected. "You'll never get to sleep like that." "Don't worry, son," I laughed. "In twenty years with your mother, I got really used to sleeping with an unsatisfied hardon." I finally noticed that the movie had finished and the TV screen was blank. "Now, why don't you two get off my bed, so I can get some sleep." "Night, Dad," Franky said and left the room. "Night, Dad," Jamie said, using his own shirttail to wipe the cum off his face as he left the room. "Night, Dad," Stevie said softly, but he didn't move. "Night, Stevie," I said with a wink. When he didn't move, I asked, "What is it?" "I'm glad you're here." "Me too." "I love you, Dad," Stevie said in a rush as he leaned in to give me a quick hug before running out of the room. "I love you too, son," I said softly. I hesitated for only a moment before stripping down to my boxers and leaving the rest of my clothes in a pile. I stretched out on the sofa and casually slid my right hand into my boxers. My cock had softened a bit, but it still made a nice handful. At that moment, I noticed a sizeable splash of cum on my forearm. "Need to improve your aim, Jamie," I laughed to myself. I looked around, but my clothes were too far away to use as a cumrag and I was too comfortable to get up. "Oh, why the hell not?" I muttered to myself as I raised my forearm to my lips and quickly licked off Jamie's cum. "Not bad," I chuckled as I reached to retrieve the joint from the ashtray on the coffee table. "Don't forget to put that out before you go to sleep." I nearly jumped out of my skin before I sat up to look over the back of the sofa and see Stevie right behind it. "Damn, you scared me to death, Son." "Sorry about that," Stevie said sheepishly. "I just thought about the joint and wanted to make sure it was out." "I'll take care of it," I said with a wink as Stevie watched me inhale deeply. With a huge grin on his face, Stevie said, "Have a good night, Dad." "I'm sure I will," I said as I sank back down on the sofa. My eyes drifted to the TV, which was still on even though the movie had ended. I reached for the remote to turn it off and froze as I saw Stevie's departing reflection in the screen. Had he seen my reflection when I was eating Jamie's cum? -------------------------------------------------- I hope you're enjoying this new fictional adventure. 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.