Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2020 14:57:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Traveling Salesman, Part 8 The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son By Danny Smith Part 8 The next morning dawned bright and clear. What a night! For years afterward, I would remember this night and the joy it brought. Introducing my son to man-on-man sex, honing his skills at cocksucking, popping his cherry, all combined in my mind to add up to the most wonderful experience I'd had up until then. I looked forward to many more sessions of dad/son sex. Chuck woke up a few minutes after me. We had spent most of the night spooned together, with my arm around his middle hugging him tightly to my body. He rolled over now, looked up at me sleepy eyed, and said one word: "Wow." I was pleased, of course, and happy, but also relieved. No morning-after remorse. We both got up to head for the shower at the same time. Chuck said "you go ahead Dad, I need to pee anyway." "Oh no reason for that. Let's both shower at the same time. It'll be fun!" He looked at me with a goofy grin like it had never occurred to him that two men could shower together. "Well, at least let me take a leak." "No need for that either. Step in here and I'll show you something new." I adjusted the temperature and started showering, then said "care to join me?" "Yeah but I still have to pee." "Exactly. Step inside and let it go." "Coach always says we shouldn't piss in the shower stalls. He gets real mad if someone does." "Coach isn't here right now, and besides, not much is going to reach the floor." With that I got down on my knees and opened my mouth. A light bulb lit up over his head. "You mean...?" "Yep. Drain that pipe of yours right down the hatch." Still with that shit-eating grin of his he walked over and took aim at my waiting mouth. He let loose a stream to be proud of and watched in awe as I chugged it, again and again, mouthful after mouthful. When he was finally drained, he shook off the last few drops and I stood up. He was both puzzled and excited. "Dad, what's that like? What's it taste like?" "You can't really describe a taste. There's only one way for you to find out." Looking suddenly very serious he carefully eased himself into position in front of me. I could see his wiener was hard as a brick and sticking straight up. I figured he was going to be really into this. Hoped so anyway. "Let's start off easy. I'll spray your body with it just so you can get in the mood, then work my way up. By the time I get to your face, if you're still in the mood, just open your mouth and give it a try. No need to try and take it all -- just taste it first. If you're okay with the taste, swallow as much or as little as you like." He did not saw anything in response, just nodded, very solemn and serious, like a good student trying to master a tricky subject. I let loose slowly to start with, spraying his cock and stomach, then working my way up his chest and neck. When I reached his head I said "close your eyes" and aimed my stream right into his face. I followed up with "anytime you're ready...open your mouth." And that's exactly what he did. When I squirted some urine in his mouth the first time he swirled it around and then spit it out. "Too much?" I questioned. "No Dad, just getting used to it. Let me have it!" That last was said like he really meant it so I aimed it right into his mouth and let loose. "Swallow it son, find out what it's like. Swallow..." He did as I asked. After several gulps I squeezed myself shut to turn off the flow and asked "How are you doing so far?" "Okay." "How do you like it?" "More!" "Okay, wrap your lips around the head of my cock and try not to spill any. That's called drinking straight from the tap." Again there was complete willingness, and he was quick to comply. I could tell he enjoyed becoming my personal urinal, and enjoyed taking another man's piss as much as I did. When I finished up I put my hands underneath his armpits and raised him up for a long kiss. He responded by parting his lips, wrapping his arms around me, and holding me tight. I didn't want to break our father/son embrace but knew we'd have to sooner or later. I could smell cooking odors coming from the kitchen and said, "Let's get cleaned up and go out for breakfast." I took the bar of soap and began rubbing it onto his chest paying special attention to his nipples. I soaped up his arms and armpits then worked my way down to his waist. He took the soap and did the same for me, running his fingers through the hair on my chest and under my arms. When he worked his way down he didn't stop at my waist but continued soaping up my dick, my pubes, and my balls. I then did the same for him. By now we were both rock hard and I didn't want this moment to be wasted. I touched his shoulders lightly putting just enough pressure on them to send the signal "go down on me." He understood completely and knelt before me like he was praying to a statue. With his new-found skills he took my cock like the pro he was fast becoming. He knew how to use his tongue, knew to watch out for teeth, and best of all knew how to take it in, down all the way to the pubes. As we both got into it, I pulled out long enough to begin jacking myself off. He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and said "Your piss was great Dad, but what I really want is that jizz." I quickly said "open wide, son, here it comes" and by the time he had done that I was shooting my sticky load into my son's waiting mouth. "Don't swallow yet -- hold it in your mouth till I say." A slight nod told me he understood. When I was finished I helped him back up and said "Keep it in there for just another minute or two. I'm going to do you now. Shoot it in my mouth and I'll hold it too. Then we can kiss and squish it back and forth." His eyes got as big around as saucers when what I was describing sank in. "It's called snowballing." I knelt down quickly and did my dead level best to bring his teen cock to climax as quickly as possible. It didn't take long (I'm an expert, remember...all those years of training at Dad's motel), and he drained his balls into my mouth. A good sized load, just like I wanted. We got in position and, without a word (can't talk with a mouthful of cum, after all) we both kissed open mouthed, mingling our sperm, combining two loads of jizz into one super load. He understood the idea of cum play instantly and joined me in swapping cum and spit back and forth between us. Finally we'd had our fill and simultaneously swallowed the now mixed loads. We finished up our shower, stepped out and got dressed, sort of. Didn't put on our traveling clothes yet because I had a feeling the morning's fun wasn't over. We walked into the kitchen wearing just our underwear and t-shirts. I guessed right. There stood Greg and his son Alec in what I kind of thought of as their traditional garb: Greg was wearing only his underwear with no t-shirt; Alec was wearing a t-shirt but no underwear. Naked from the waist down -- God that kid had one gorgeous cock! They were totally unashamed, and I loved it. I know Chuck did too. There was some good-natured kidding among all of us. Four hot guys, all willingly having sex with each other. A nice, relaxed attitude toward incest, an open acknowledgment that we were two fathers and two sons. I found myself wishing all dads and sons could be this way. Greg teased, "Well, I see you two love birds are finally awake!" Chuck responded for both of us "Oh we've been up for a long time, Mr. Greg." Alec chimed in "Looks like you're starting to get `up' right now!" staring at Chuck's bulge. Greg laughed, "lots of activity last night, for sure. Don't know about you guys but I worked up an appetite. How about some breakfast and then some fun?" We all agreed in great spirits and sat down around the kitchen table to enjoy Greg's pancakes. The teasing banter continued, getting a little more sexual all the time. As we were finishing up, Alec suggested we have a body comparison. I immediately responded, "easy for you to say there, Alec -- at dick size you've got us all beat, even your old man!" Chuck chimed in, "but when it comes to chest hair, Alec's dad has it on you Dad!" I took off my shirt and rubbed my pelt a little, "Hey I'm not doing so bad." Alec added "For now Dad's got all of us. But I've got plans." "Plans to grow chest hair? C'mon man tell me how!" That from my son. My final shot was "Yeah but when it comes to ball size I think my son Chuck has all beat." Alec piped up "Man, they sure shoot enough cum!" As we cleaned up the plates Greg said, "You know, as long as you guys are here and still in the mood, there's something I've always wanted to do." "What's that?" I asked. "Remember that time at the bar when we were in the Air Force and you blew me in the men's room? I can't remember all that much about it since I was completely shit-faced drunk at the time, but I kept thinking how cool it would have been if someone had walked in on us. It's not that I wanted to get `caught' -- I didn't -- but I wanted someone to watch us. You might think it's crazy, but I just think it would be hot to do it while other guys watch. Or watch other guys while they do it." My mind flashed back to all the group sessions I had working at Dad's motel. "Oh, it's hot all right. What did you have in mind?" "What do you think?" We were all standing up at the time. Greg looked directly at me and said "have you ever seen a man suck your son's dick?" "No." "You want to?" "Yes." And with that he walked over to my son and grabbed his crotch. He got down on his knees, pulled Chuck's pants down to his ankles and exposed his genitals for all of us to see. "Before you start in, don't you think you'd also like to watch me do it with Alec?" "Oh hell yes," then he added, "if you think you're man enough!" "Oh, I know I am." In seconds I was kneeling before Alec ready to worship his beautiful cut boy meat. He was already exposed, and already hard from all the sexy talk at the table. I smiled to see there was a slight downward curve to his hard prick. Perfect for sliding down my throat. We both started in -- two grown men having sex with the other man's son. There was no competition, no jealousy, just the wonderful bond of four men enjoying gay incest around the kitchen table. What could be more natural? After a few minutes we both knew the end was approaching. Again I got that old urge to snowball -- doubling the amount of cum I'd be able to ingest. I told everyone my plan between slurps on Alec's dick. "Greg, when Chuck shoots don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth. We'll swap." Greg let up long enough to say "Not sure what you mean, but okay man. You're the expert." Seconds later my son began to tremble with pleasure. Alec was also ready to shoot and I wondered what would happen when he went into his near-seizure spasms during his climax. When he began squirting ball juice in my mouth, sure enough his body began to twitch and jerk almost uncontrollably. He kept his feet long enough to finish shooting, but then sat down and leaned against the table while his lithe body continued to spasm. All of us watched, having never seen anything quite like it. As he got himself under control, I laid down flat on my back and motioned for Greg to kneel over me. He understood when I opened wide, my mouth full of his son's jizz. He obligingly opened his mouth and allowed Chuck's delicious sperm to string out of his mouth in two big globs, then spitting once into my mouth just to make sure I got it all. I thought for a quick second about offering it to share it with all three of the others, but I got greedy. No one there loves cum like I do, I thought, so I swallowed it slowly, savoring every warm, creamy drop. No one spoke for several minutes, each of us lost in our thoughts. Finally we all began to stir, and Chuck and I began to make polite noises about having to leave for home. "Not so fast, there partner," Greg spoke up. "What about me? I'm not sure I'm ready to call it quits, and my boy seems to have another load worked up right now." Sure enough everyone glanced at Alec's beautiful cock and, right on cue, it began to harden. "You've got to let me save up some energy for the ride home, it's a three-hour drive." "No problem. You don't have to expend any energy at all. Let's just walk over there into my bedroom, you and your son bend over the edge, and Alec and I will be happy to fuck your brains out. And it's another chance for us to watch each other!" I knew I was game, but not sure about Chuck. Instinctively I glanced over at him, wondering if last night's cherry-popping session had left his ass too sore to accommodate another cock so soon. He gave me a sly wink to let me know everything was okay; my chest swelled up with pride. And, yes, I wanted to watch and to let him see me while we both took it up the ass. "You got it!" I said enthusiastically. "Alec go get that lube from your nightstand. We want to be accommodating to our guests." While Alec fetched the KY, Chuck and I made our way into the bedroom. The bed was unmade and looked inviting. The whole room smelled like sex. I said, "You're in charge, buddy, where do we do this?" "Just bend over the bed here, and my son'll be right in for you. Meantime, young Chuck, you come over here and bend over this side of the bed. That's it, I want you to get a good look at your Dad as my son fucks his ass. I'll be right behind you so you Dad can watch me stick my cock up your young ass. You're not a virgin, are you?" "No sir. Not after last night." It took a second for Chuck's words to register with Greg, and when they did he let out a belly laugh. "God, Danny, you are such a horn dog. I thought I was bad but you're a damned slut!" "Just doin' what comes naturally," I grinned. Alec was back, and stood behind me greasing up his cock. When he finished he tossed the tube to his father who did the same. My dick was getting hard as I watched the scene unfold: I felt Alec's massive young meat probing for the opening in my ass, and thrilled to think that my best friend from the Air Force was about to fuck my son. I knew I would be fun -- all those fuck sessions at Dad's motel had left me a pro at taking even the biggest dicks up the ass. But I stared at Chuck's face to watch as Greg found the spot he was looking for...and shoved it in. I was worried for a moment when Chuck yelped -- loud -- and saw his face screw up with pain. He yelled "hold up, hold up," and Greg did just that. "Sorry kid. Do you want me to pull out for a second?" "No sir, just let me get adjusted for a second. I...I want it." In the meantime, Alec's big meat was well on its way to the promised land and I was in heaven. After a moment Chuck said "Okay, sir, give me more." I don't know if Greg softened his attitude out of respect for me or sympathy for Chuck's nearly virgin asshole, but he was clearly taking his time now and entering my son's body more slowly. It wasn't long before both Chuck and I were being screwed within an inch of our lives by this amazing dad-and-son combo. Like Greg, I wished someone else could have been there to see it, maybe to record it, to upload it, to give it to me to watch over and over. I think the others felt the same. Both Greg and Alec fucked with complete abandon. The bedsprings were squeaking loudly and even that seemed sexy to me. I couldn't help moaning out to the rhythm of the young stud dog-fucking me, and I reached across the mattress to touch my son's hand. He reached out and we grasped hands, holding each other and never losing eye contact until these two studs had their fill of us. Their climaxes were amazing and almost simultaneous. I couldn't help but wriggle on the bed with pleasure as Alec's hot load shot out of his huge cock into my waiting bowels. I felt whole and complete as Alec pulled out after those last few thrusts, and beamed with pride as Greg pulled out of my son, with a mile-wide grin saying "Wow, what a great piece of ass!" Chuck beamed at the compliment. I said, "He's a chip off the old block, Greg. Just like your son." We were all now well and truly satisfied, and Chuck and I really did need to get on our way. We loaded the car with our overnight stuff and were preparing to leave when Greg made his last heartfelt farewell: "Danny, my boy, I really want to thank you for this. You've made me a much better man and a much better father. I feel closer to Alec than any other Dad I've ever known, and I know he feels the same. You've done a really good thing." Alec agree, and added "Yes Sir, Mr. Danny, you're the best! And so is your son." As I shut the car door and prepared to drive off, Greg leaned in the car window and asked softly: "Danny, did you and your Dad ever...?" "Long story my friend, and I'll tell you next time. But the short answer is `yes.' And that's why Chuck looks just like him." Readers: This is where the story now ends at least for now and the foreseeable future. Hope you liked it. If so please let me know, and don't forget to support Nifty! Also, I appreciate constructive criticism. I've gotten lots of requests to extend it, and some interesting suggestions for future scenes, but I really think it's gone on long enough. I do like the characters, however, and may revise them in some new setting later. Stay tuned.