Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:12:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 10 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Tim and His Dad Part 10 We were home, and had been for a week. It had been a wonderful two weeks, and by the time we had left the mountains and headed back to the reality of living, Dad and I felt we had become very good friends with Hunter and his dad. When I came home Friday evening from work, Dad met me at the door. He was in our usual attire, and when he opened the door I was met with a full frontal naked view of his body. Grinning, I said, "I'm glad to see you're comfortable." "Hell yeah, I'm comfortable," he retorted back. He closed the door behind me and hugged me to him. "Perhaps you should get the same way," he grinned. I loosened my shirt collar and pulled my tie off. "I intend to," I said. "Good, because I received a telephone call about an hour ago, and we have company coming in." My heart skipped a beat. I asked, "Hunter and Chuck?" Dad nodded. "Yep, they plan on being here sometime between seven and eight o'clock." "That's great." I headed down the hall, calling over my shoulder, "I smell like fuck. I'm hitting the shower." Dad laughed. He said, "Why take a shower if you smell like fuck? Something tells me you're going to be doing plenty of fucking soon." "True, but think I'll sweeten things up a bit. What are we doing for dinner?" Dad followed me into the bedroom. He watched as I stripped my clothes off. "I have a pot roast in the oven. I thought it would be easier, and we could eat it no matter what time they arrived." "Good thinking." I walked naked into the bathroom. "Come talk to me while I clean up," I said. Dad was right behind me. "I'll do better than that," he said. "I thought I'd wash you myself. Or would that be a problem?" I shook my head and said, "Not with me, it won't." I adjusted the water temperature and stepped inside the stall, letting the needles massage my skin. Dad stepped in right behind me. He reached for the bar of soap. Just seeing the water running down his hairy chest and leaving little droplets in the matted tangles was enough to make my cock start to rise. When he started rubbing my chest with the soap, creating white foam in my on curls brought me to full mast. I leaned back a little and closed my eyes. It felt so fucking good having his fingers work up and down my chest and stomach. He went on down and soon he had my entire cock forest full of suds as he continued cleaning and washing the day off me. As he held my hard dick between the fingers of one hand and went down and soaped up my furry ball sac, with the other, a moan escaped from me. "Feel good, Son?" he asked quietly. "Fuck yeah," I answered. "Good. I know what it's like to come home after working all day, how tense you can be, and I know exactly what to do to make you feel better." "That you do, Dad that you do." Dad put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Turn around, and I'll work on your back." I turned and faced the wall. My back and ass was facing dad, and the water continued running down my body. I felt Dad's soaping hands working on the back side of my neck. Slowly he made his way down my back until I suddenly felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I felt him spread soapy lather over them, and then I took a deep breath. Dad had worked into my ass crack with his fingers. I felt the little ass hairs mash against my skin as he soaped my crack heavily. I felt one soapy finger make its way inside my hole. "Oh, Dad," I moaned. "Like that, do you?" he asked. "What do you think?" I wiggled my ass down until his finger was buried all the way inside me. "Give me more," I said. I felt him work the second, and then three were inside my hole. The soap on his fingers, he started to finger fuck my ass. He went right for the prostate, and I pulled away just a bit. He was going to make me cum if he kept on, and I didn't want that just yet. Actually, I wanted the real think inside me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I want your cock in my ass," I told him. "Fuck me, Dad." Dad pulled me tightly against him. I felt his wet chest curls against my back, and at the same time, his cock hairy cock rubbing in my soapy crack. "You want me to fuck you?" Dad asked. "You want my hairy pole deep inside you?" "Fuck yeah," I called over my shoulder. "I want you inside me; want to feel all that cock hair grinding against my ass." Dad had lathered my ass heavy with soap, so there was no need for any lube. I heard him groan as he slide his dick all the way inside my slippery wet hole. "Fuck, you feel so good," he said. I leaned back into him, and sat on his cock, resting my cheeks in the wet forest that surrounded his thick dad meat. I could feel his heavy balls rubbing against me as he started fucking me. I could feel the matted curls on his chest rub against my back as he started working his hard cock in and out of my wet soapy hole. "Oh, yeah, Dad, fuck me hard," I moaned. "Ram my ass with that hard hairy pole of yours. I want your thick cum all the way inside me." As I told Dad what I wanted, it was making him more and more excited, and he started slamming me unmercifully, driving his cock deeper and deeper. He found my prostate and continued hitting it as he fucked ever inch of my hot and dripping ass. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. My cock, with no help at all from me, started spraying the shower wall with my thick cream. "God, Dad, you're making me cum," I moaned. I guess the thought of me cuming was too much for Dad. I felt his cock swell up inside me, and I knew he was about to shoot his load, filling my ass with his hot Dad juice. "That's right, Dad, fill my hole with your hot spunk. I want to feel your cum inside me." I matched Dad's thrusts with my own, and I gave his cock a hard squeeze with my ass. I clinched him as hard as I could, and I felt the first hot squirt go up in me, followed by several more. By the time he had finished shooting inside me, I could feel his cum starting to run out of my hole and down my leg. I reached down and ran a finger along the back of my leg. Then I placed my finger inside my mouth and sucked the cum. Along with the cum taste was a distinct taste of soap. I was surprised to find that both flavored mixed together rather excited me. "Delicious," I grinned. "You really like my cum, don't you?" I leaned over and placed my mouth on my dads. We kissed, and I let Dad suck his cum out of my mouth. "About as much as you enjoy tasting your own cum when we kiss," I laughed. We spent the next few moments actually showering, and then we dried off and headed for the bedroom. One thing about being constantly naked around the house, there was never much to do in order to get ready for company. Dad went to check on the roast in the oven, and I put a couple bottles of wine on ice. Dad looked at me and asked, "So its wine tonight is it?" I nodded. "I thought so," I said. "Hell, we can drink beer tomorrow, but I thought we'd make tonight a little special." Dad turned the oven off and turned to face me. "Because of Hunter?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I guess so. And for Chuck," I added. Dad smiled. "You know it's okay if you get close to Hunter. I have no problem with it. I think it's nice the two of you found each other." "Do you?" I asked, uncertainty sounding in my voice. I looked at Dad and said, "You do know, don't you, Dad, that I will always love you?" Dad walked over and hugged me to him. "I know that, Tim. I never doubt your love for me. Just because Hunter might be in your life, I know I will always have you." "Just as long as you know that," I said. I just didn't want my dad to feel like I was replacing him with Hunter. Dad read my mind. He said, "Tim, you're not replacing me if you allow Hunter to come into your life. You know, I won't always be around, and it will be nice to know I'm leaving you in good hands, so to speak, when that time comes." "I don't want to hear that," I said, my voice rising somewhat. Dad smiled. "Tim, let's face it, I can't live forever. However, I'm not planning on going anywhere soon, so you're going to be stuck with me. Stuck in me," he added with a grin. "Good, cause I don't want you to. Let's change the subject, okay?" Dad kissed me and said, "Have you ever thought that perhaps Chuck and I might work something out with each other?" "Yes, and I can't think of anything more I would wish for," I answered. "Well, time will tell. Until then, what say we just sort of hang around and see what happens?" I reached down between Dad's legs and gave a tug on his soft dick. "You're definitely hanging," I assured him with a smile. "And so are you." He also reached down and gave me a tug. I started to grow immediately, and he pulled his hand away. "Behave," he ordered. He looked over my shoulder and asked, "Shall we eat in the dining room tonight or in here?" He pointed to the table in the eating area just off the kitchen. "Why don't we eat in the dining room tonight?" I said. "We'll try and impress them tonight, and after that, we won't worry about it." "Oh, something tells me Chuck and Hunter have already been impressed. If they hadn't, I don't think they would be making this trip." The chilled wine was sitting on the table, and the meal was ready when the door bell rang some time later, announcing Chuck and Hunter's arrival. I opened the door and greeted them with a smile. "Welcome," I said. "Come inside this house." Dad was behind me, and he said, "Yeah, get yourselves in here." I think Both Hunter and his dad were surprised to see that we met them at the door in the buff. Hunter said, "You weren't kidding when you said you stayed naked around the house." "Fuck no, we weren't kidding," I said. Why don't the two of you get comfortable, and then we'll have dinner?" Dad asked. "Everything is ready," he added, a twinkle in his eye. Hunter looked at his dad. "Why don't I go get our bags?" he asked. "That way, you can start getting `comfortable', as they put it." "Sounds good by me, Son," Chuck said. "I would go help you, Hunter," I said, "but under the circumstances, I'd better stay inside the house." "Probably," Hunter grinned. "Chuck, I'll show you where you can leave your clothes," Dad said. "Follow me." Chuck and Dad disappeared down the hall, and Dad showed him where he could undress. Myself, I was wondering about the who and what the sleeping arrangements would be. Hunter soon returned with their bags, and I showed him where to take them. I took him to the guest room where we discovered Chuck's clothes laying across the bed. Hunter grinned. "I see that Dad has already made himself comfortable." "You should do the same," I invited. Hunter dropped the bags in the corner of the room, and walked back to me. He took me in his arms and held me against him. "I've missed you," he said. I kissed him on the mouth, and then I pulled back. "I've missed you too," I said. Hunter let me go and reached for his shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it on the bed, adding it to his dad's pile. Next he unsnapped his jeans and kicked them off. "Here, let me," I said. I reached my thumbs inside his waist band and slowly worked his shorts down. Hunter was finally as naked as I was, and for a moment I let my eyes travel over his body, taking in the wonderful sexy sight of him. My cock started moving, and was on his way to becoming hard very quickly. Hunter reached down and grasped it. "Hey, what's this?" he asked. "I think by now you should be well acquainted with that," I told him. "Hey, you two, behave." We turned to find that Dad and Chuck were standing in the doorway. "Is that all you young bucks think about?" Chuck asked, a grin on his face. "From what I remember, there's a couple of older bucks that seem to have this on their minds pretty much all of the time," I reminded him. "Let's have dinner," Dad said. "We can see what turns up after that," he said. We sat around the dinner table, enjoying the food Dad had prepared. The four of us had been apart for over a week, and we enjoyed being back together once again. "Ah, this wine is excellent," Chuck praised. "Glad you like it," I said. "I asked him why wine and not beer," Dad said. "I'm glad you chose wine," Hunter agreed. "He's promised beer tomorrow," Dad persisted. "Be quiet, Doug," Chuck grinned. "A little refinement won't kill you," he added. We laughed at that remark, my dad the hardest. During the meal, Chuck said, "You know, Hunter, I think I like being around the house nude. We'll have to try it when we get back home." "I can't believe you guys wear clothes around the house," I said. I took a sip from my wine glass. "I've done it for years, and ever since Dad's come to live with me, so has he." "Well, that's changing just as soon as we return home," Chuck said. "You mind, Hunter?" he asked his son. "Hell no," Hunter assured his father. The meal over, the four of us worked cleaning things up, and then bringing the wine bucket and our glasses, we went into the living room. We spent some time just talking about things in general and enjoying the chilled wine. Chuck soon stood to his feet. "It's great talking with you guys, but let me tell you, Tim, all the way down here I thought of nothing but your tight hairy ass and how much I wanted to fuck it. I've waited long enough. I want it," he said, walking over to me. Hunter looked at Dad and said, "Doug, I've wanted to fuck your ass ever since we arrived. You ready for my cock to go up your hairy ass?" Dad stood to his feet. "Fuck yeah, I'm ready." Not much else was said other than, "Come on, guys, let's fuck!" Ever since my dad had come to live with me, I had lube planted all over the house. Since he had come, we have fucked in ever room in the house. I opened the drawer of the table beside the couch and pulled out a large tube of gel. I threw it at Chuck. "Grease that cock of yours and fuck me," I said. I watched as Chuck lubed his already full standing cock with lube. His red forest was so thick that a lot of it crawled up his dick. Watching him lube up and becoming matted with the gel made me so horny that I wanted him inside me immediately. I leaned over in front of him and backed my body back until I felt the hardness of his cock press against my ass crack. "Come on, drive that hairy dick deep in my ass," I ordered. Hunter took the lube from his dad and slicked his own hard cock up. Dad was already on the couch on his back, his legs spread wide apart. He spread his hairy hole opened, his fingers teasing and playing inside the opening. He said, "Hunter, I want that hard young cock deep inside my ass. I want to fell your hot creamy load fill me up." As Hunter crawled between my dad's legs and slide deep inside him, I felt Chuck slide his own hard cock all the way in. I was buried deep in the red forest around his dick, and it felt so fucking awesome, all that hair tickling my ass. Both Hunter and his Dad were enjoying the ass when they were fucking, driving their dicks further up in us. Finally Chuck called out, "Hunter, don't cum. When you think you're close to cuming, stop and pull out. We'll trade out." Hunter was surprised. "Really?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, let's do it," my dad moaned. "That will be so hot feeling your dad's cock inside me right after you've been there." "Then, when you think you're about to shoot again, stop, and we'll trade places again. I'll fill Tim's ass and you can fill Doug's." The two continued fucking us for a bit, and finally Hunter groaned, "I'm going to cum." He pulled out of my dad's ass. His cock was all wet and slick with lube and juice from Dad's ass. Chuck also pulled out of my ass, and the two of them traded places. I felt Tim's cock go deep inside my ass, and I moaned. "God, you feel so good," I told him. "I do love fucking your ass," Hunter assured me. I felt him start thrusting inside me, driving his cock deeper and deeper, and I felt his full ball sac brushing against my cheeks. Chuck also buried his cock deep inside Dad's ass, and as I watched, I saw Chucks red cock forest blend in with Dad's black cock tangles. That was a hot sight to watch, all that red and black body hairy meshing together. This time it was Chuck who called out, "Okay, I'm about to shoot. Let's trade." I felt Hunter pull out of me, and just for a second I was disappointed. I would have enjoyed feeling him shoot his load deep inside my ass. I felt Chuck slide his hard eight inch dick back inside me once again, and suddenly I didn't miss Hunter at all. The thought of all that red cock forest grinding against my ass again was enough to bring me over the edge. That, and the fact that Chuck had hit my prostate immediately. He kept rubbing it until there was no stopping for me. I knew I was going to shoot. I wrapped my cock between my fingers and let it shoot inside my palm. Chuck has massaged my prostate so well that I shot a ton of cum into my hand. Suddenly Hunter called out, "I'm cuming, Doug. I'm going to fill your ass with my cream." When Chuck heard his son's words, it drove him over the edge. I felt his cock swell up inside my ass and the first heavy squirt hit the walls of my ass. He continued shooting until my hole was full and leaking his cum out. I pressed hard against him, milking his cock for all it was worth. As I rubbed into him, I felt his cum leak from my ass and run through the red forest around his still hard as a rock cock. It felt so good, all that cum and hair mixing against my ass. God, it was incredible. As Hunter filled my dad's ass with his own hot cream, I saw Dad start jacking his cock like crazy. Even before Hunter had finished filling Dad's hairy hole, my father was spraying both he and Hunter's chest with his own hot Dad cream. A few minutes later, Chuck pulled out of me. Grinning, he said, "Now that's what I was thinking about on the trip down." I looked at Dad and said, "Isn't it great that both the dad and the son fuck so well?" Hunter looked at me and grinned. "I could say the same thing." End of Chapter 10. Tell me what you think, guys.