Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:43:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 9

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens



Tim and His Dad Part 9


	I opened my eyes and looked around. For a moment I wasn't sure
where I was. Then I discovered Dad sleeping next to me, his naked and
sticky body touching mine. On the other side of me was Hunter, and on the
other side of Hunter was Chuck, Hunter's dad. I lay there for a few minutes
remembering where I was and why I was there. It had been a night to
remember, as the song said.  Everyone was "fucked out" literally after so
much ass fucking had been done that Chuck and Hunter invited Dad and me to
spend the night with them. Neither one of us had the strength to drive
home, and Chuck had said we might as well make use of the king sized bed he
and Hunter were sharing.
	I felt something, and turned to see Hunter run a finger through my
chest mat, teasing the curls as he made his way down to my very sticky
forest. I smiled at him.
	"Hey, what's up?" I asked.
	"That's what I'm going to find out," he answered back.
	"Keep that up, and there's going to be plenty up," I assured him.
	"Good, that's what I'm counting on."
	I leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth. I felt his arms go
around me as he pulled me tightly to him. We kissed passionately for a few
minutes until finally Chuck moaned behind his son.
	"God is that all you two think of?" he groaned.
	"Most of the time," Hunter assured his father. "You usually don't
have any complaints," he added.
	"Shut up, Chuck and just watch the two youngsters," Doug said.
	"After last night, that's about all I can do," Chuck grinned.
	Hunter turned and looked at his dad. Grinning, he said, "Oh, I
wouldn't be surprised if after watching Tim and I go at it for a time that
you won't be able to keep your hands off Doug."
	"Or vice versa," I said, looking at Dad.
	Hunter and I started back to kissing and exploring each other's
bodies and at once forgot there was anyone else in bed besides
ourselves. We were both so fucking hard and needed relief badly, and I
said,
	"Hunter, I want you to plow me with that thick hard dick of
yours. Grind me hard. Slam your hairy balls between my legs," I ordered.
	I got to my knees as Hunter reached for the lube. As he was
greasing his leaking cock up, I looked over and saw Dad's cock. It had
grown to full size and was standing proudly in the middle of the black cock
forest that surrounded it. "Move over here, Dad, and I'll suck your dick
while Hunter fucks my ass."
	That was all the invite Dad needed. He immediately moved over on
his knees so that his cock could find my mouth. I heard Chuck moan. I
looked over and saw him getting off the bed. He walked around to the foot
of the bed and asked,
	"Hunter, you mind if I fuck you as you fuck Tim?"
	Hunter was inside my ass, his cock curls pressed tightly against my
skin. He wiggled his ass and told his dad to fuck his ass. "Fuck me while I
fuck Tim's hairy hole."
	For a time the only sounds heard in the room was the slurping I was
doing on my dad's hard dick, and the fuck noises coming from Hunter and his
father. The sound of balls slapping skin, cocks working in and out hairy
holes, and a wet mouth going up and down the hard hairy shaft it was
eating. Nothing else could be heard; nothing else was needed. Just the
enjoyment of good ass fucking and cock sucking.
	Feeling his dad's hard eight inches buried deep inside his hole was
enough to bring Hunter over the edge. I felt his cock swell up, and I knew
he was about to shoot his hot creamy load deep inside me. I pushed into him
as hard as I could, my ass cheeks kissing that thick brown cock forest. It
was enough. He filled my hairy tunnel with his spunk.
	As Hunter filled my ass, I never missed a beat with Dad's cock, and
suddenly I heard him start to moan, and I knew he was about to shoot the
juice that made me down my throat. I worked his cock faster, deeper, my
mouth going from head to hairy base, back and forth, until I felt his cum
blasting down my throat.
	There was a groan behind Hunter, and I could tell that Chuck was
about to fill his own son's ass with his thick juicy dad juice. I felt
Hunter meet his father's pounding thrusts, pushing his ass hard and tight
against his dad's skin. I knew he was feeling all that thick red cock
forest grind against his ass as he worked his ass up and down the thick
cock buried deep inside him.
	"Oh, yeah," Chuck moaned. "I'm going to fill your ass, Hunter," he
told his son.
	"Fill me, Dad," Hunter said. "Give me your juice," he ordered.
	Chuck came right then in his son's tight ass. He filled Hunter's
still newly fucked hole with lots of his dad cream, and Hunter used his ass
muscles to suck the last drop of cum from Chuck's cock.
	For a time we lay there, and no one spoke a word. It just felt good
to feel naked body against naked body. Nothing else was needed.
	Finally Chuck raised up off the bed and looked at Dad. "Doug," he
said, "what say we leave these two alone for a bit and go shower?"
	Dad stood to his feet. "I think that would be great," he
said. "Besides, I can't say I would mind taking a shower with the likes of
someone that's as hot as you are."
	The two fathers left the room and hit the shower, leaving us
alone. As we lay there in bed, very sticky from the good fucking we'd just
enjoyed, I smiled at Hunter. "Hey."
	He grinned at me. "Hey, yourself."
	I held him in my arms. "You realize we are leaving in a couple of
days?"
	He nodded. "I've tried not to think about it."
	"Hunter, I love my dad," I said. "And I know how much you love
Chuck," I added.
	"That's right, I do. We both do," he said.
	"So, what do we do about it? And about us," I asked.
	"What do you want to do about us?"
	That was so like Hunter, to redirect my question. I laughed and
said, "I don't know where all this is headed, but I do know one thing. I
want it to be with you. And your dad," I declared.
	"Same here," Hunter assured me.
	"Then how do we go about it? How do we blend our lives together?"
	"I guess by taking it one day at a time," Hunter answered
thoughtfully. "That's all we can do," he added.
	"I suppose you're right, but I'm going to miss you like hell."
	I felt Hunter's arms pull me tighter into him. "Me, too," he
said. "What did we decide, that we're around two hours from each other?"
	"Something like that, I think," I said.
	"Well, for starters, weekends will be nice. We can go from there,"
he said.
	"I'm glad you are willing to let me keep Dad in my life the way he
is," I said.
	"Well, that works both ways. I don't want Dad going anywhere
either," he said.
	I thought of Chuck's hot sexy body and all the fucking red hair,
and I said, "Neither do I. I kind of like the idea of having all that thick
red hair around to play in," I assured him.
	"Same as I'm looking forward to all that thick black hair that
comes with your own father," Hunter grinned.
	"Sounds like we really have it made, doesn't it?"
	Hunter nodded. "Fuck yeah, we have it made. You know something
else?" he asked.
	When I didn't answer, he went on, saying, "It wouldn't surprise me
if Dad and your Dad didn't strike up a relationship. I think they really
like each other. And I mean even more than just for sex," he added.
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "You know, I think
you might have something there. Come to think of it, I think they are
perfect for each other. They'll have themselves and a little extra to make
them happy."
	"Same as we will," Hunter reminded me with a grin.
	I had something on my mind, and I wanted to bring it up with
Hunter. I wasn't exactly sure how to, so it took me a few minutes to get
the courage. Finally I said, "Hunter, can I ask you something?"
	"Anything," Hunter nodded.
	"Once we are back home and back to whatever is normal in our lives,
are we still going to play with others?"
	Hunter looked at me a bit of surprise in his eyes. "Do you want
to?" he asked.
	"Well, with our Dads, of course we will. That's a given, I think."
	"Then you mean with others?"
	I nodded. I remained silent waiting for Hunter to speak what was on
his mind.
	"Well, as you say, with our Dads, that's to be expected. However,
with others, I guess it would be all right, as long as we are careful."
	"Have you ever been fucked by anyone but your dad?" I asked him.
	"Nope, never," he said. "You?" he asked.
	"A few times before Dad, but I was always safe."
	"Do you still want that?" Hunter asked me.
	"I'm not sure, Hunter. To be honest with you, I really don't know
how I feel on that."
	Hunter was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "Would you be more
comfortable playing together?"
	"I think I would like that," I said. "Would you mind?"
	Hunter shook his head. "Not at all," he assured me. "Besides, I
think we're going to get all the extra action we can handle with our dads,"
he grinned.
	"I just don't want you to think I'm trying to control anything
here," I tired to tell him.
	"Not at all, Tim," he said. "I'm kind of glad you feel that way. We
know we're safe with our dads, and with each other," he added.
	"I still think it might be hot sometime to play with others as long
as we do it together. And do it safely," I added.
	Dad and Chuck joined up back in the bedroom. Chuck threw his towel
at us and said, "You lazy bums still in bed?"
	"Well, we couldn't get in the shower until you two were finished,"
Hunter reminded his father.
	"Oh, there was room for two more in there," Dad assured both of us.
	"That's okay, we were talking," I said.
	Dad asked, "What about?"
	"You're awful damned nosey, aren't you?"
	"Just a concerned father," he laughed.
	"You guys get your ass out of bed and clean up," Chuck
ordered. "Doug and I will have breakfast on the table by the time you're
out of the shower."
	I looked at Hunter and grinned. "Let's go," I said. "Besides, I
never turn down taking a shower with a hot sexy stud like yourself," I
laughed.
	"Just don't get side tracked and forget the real reason why you're
in there," Dad told me.
	Hunter and I went into the bathroom. It contained a double sink,
and in a matter of minutes we both had shaved and were ready to hit the
shower. Hunter adjusted the water, and the two of us jumped in under the
spray. As the needles penetrated our skin, it felt really good and made our
aching muscles break lose from all the fucking action they had been
receiving and start to feel like normal once more.
	Hunter took a bar of soap and said, "Here, let me wash you."
	As I stood there the water running off my body, I felt Hunter's
hand rub me down good with the soap. He started at my neck and slowly, very
slowly, he made his way down my body. His fingers left a soapy trail as
they traveled through my wet matted chest curls. My brown hair was white as
the suds mixed through the wiry tangles. By the time he had my dark
treasure trail soaped up and had reached the thick forest between my legs,
he had my cock hard and begging for release.
	When Hunter's fingers found my hard dick, he took the soap and
lathered it up heavily. Then he went to my balls and spread suds every
where, making the fur that covered them stick to my ball sac, plastered
tightly to my skin. Then he reached between my legs and soaped my ass up,
making the path from my balls to my hole slick and ready for attention.
	Standing to his feet, Hunter grinned. "I want to fuck that soapy
wet hole of yours, and then I want to feel that thick hairy cock of yours
splitting my ass wide open."
	I turned and faced the wall. I felt Hunter come up behind me, felt
his slick wet dick slide deep inside my soapy hairy hole. The suds made is
easy for him to enter me, and his cock found my prostate at once. He pushed
me against the shower wall as he fucked my soapy ass, and it felt so good
that I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to wait to cum inside his
ass. It felt that good having him pound my ass.
	"That's right, Hunter, pound my sudsy ass," I told him. "Give me
your thick creamy load. Fuck me so I can fuck you. I want to fuck you with
your cum still in my ass."
	That did it. I guess Hunter found the thought of me fucking him
with his cum up my ass was hot. He moaned, and I felt the rush of thick hot
cum smearing the insides of my wet fucked ass. I met his thrusts with my
ass and forced his cock up my ass as far as it could go. Ever hard inch of
his fuck tool was buried inside me, all the way to his now empty balls.
	Hunter pulled out of me immediately. He was still hard even though
he had just sprayed a huge load of cum inside me. "Come on, Tim, fuck my
ass," he said. He pulled me away from the wall and took my place. "Fuck
me," he moaned. "I want you to fuck my tight hole while my cum is still up
your ass."
	My dick was still leathered up from the soaping Hunter had given me
earlier, and without any hesitation at all, I slid all the way inside his
tight hole, the tiny brown ass hairs tickling my cock as I entered him.
	"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Fuck me, Tim" he groaned. "Give it to me. I
want your load. Fill my ass with that thick hot juice."
	I started pounding Hunter like crazy, pushing him up against the
tile on the wall. Both of us were moaning as I pounded his ass hard, and I
drove my dick in and out of his hairy tunnel. His hole was still very
tight, and that brought me over the edge rather quickly. The walls of his
ass gripped my shaft so tightly that it was just a matter of minutes and I
was exploding deep inside him.
	"Oh, fuck, Hunter, I'm going to cum" I cried out.
	"Cum," Hunter said. "I want to feel that hot load of yours deep
inside me."
	My cock swelled up, exploded, and I covered the walls of Hunter's
ass with several spurts of creamy juice. So much that part of it ran out
his ass, along his crack, and made its way down his leg.
	Hunter felt my cum running, and with his hand, reached down and
wiped a finger along the sticky trail. Then he took his hand to his mouth
and cleaned his finger, sucking all of my cum from his finger into his
mouth.
	We spent the next several minutes cleaning each other up, washing
all of our cum down the shower drain, cleaning our bodies, spreading soap
all over until we were clean and ready to towel off and join our dads.
	We walked into the kitchen still naked and joined our dads. They
were sitting at the table enjoying their morning coffee. The food was
cooked and on the stove, keeping warm until we joined them.
	"Well, fuck, what have you two been doing?" Chuck greeted with a
knowing grin.
	Hunter looked at me and grinned. "I would say `fuck' is an accurate
description, wouldn't you, Tim?"
	I hugged Hunter to me, and as we walked to the table, I said,
"Definitely."
	As Dad helped Chuck bring the food to the table, he said, "You
guys, what the hell are you going to do when you lose those things between
your legs?"
	"Grow two more," I retorted.


End of Chapter 8.  Tell me what you think, guys!

Mark