Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 10:45:38 +0200
From: Internet <succumballs@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad and Son Head West 4

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Part 4  	The First Big Weekend, part 1


After showering I went into dad's room and got a pair of his shorts for
Matt, who even though he was only thirteen was almost dad's size. We went
into the kitchen where Dad stood at the chopping block in a skin tight tee
and pink draw-string pants. His ass looked so sexy Matt gave me a wink. We
both saw dad had no underwear on. I leaned against him and ran my hand over
his round buttocks and then fondled his cock. "You're in a good mood," he
said. "What's wrong? Didn't Matt satisfy you? He has a real nice cock."

Matt blushed.

"Dad, he's not deaf." I said.

Dad turned. "Oh, sorry, Matt. Didn't know you were there." Dad kissed him
on the mouth and tweaked a nipple.

"He did it better than anyone in the whole world, Dad."

"Better than me?" Obviously disappointed, dad and turned back to the
chopping block.

"Different. But I still love your cock, Daddy. Come here, Matty." With me
on one side and Matt on the other I pulled the string and dad let the pants
fall. I squatted and dad stepped out of them. I handed them up to him and
sucked his cock into my mouth. Matt squatted next to me and we ran our
tongues up and down dad's cock until it was hard as steel. "Wow," Matt
whispered.

"Didn't you guys just get off." Dad sounded confused.

"Yeah, but you didn't. Want a quick blow job?" I said.

"No, Angel. I want to wait till after dinner when you two are charged up
again and I can get you two off too."

Matt kissed me and asked dad if he could help him. "You can peel some
garlic, Matt, if you want. Aren't you guys hungry? You spending the night,
Matt?"

"I should call home." He answered. After talking to his mom he handed the
phone to dad. "She wants to talk to you since she doesn't know you."

Dad took the phone. "Hi, Mrs --. What's your family name, Matt?" Matt told
him. Hi, Mrs. Spats. I'm David Unger, Tom's father. The boys want to spend
the night together, and it's fine with me. (pause) Well, you ought
to. (pause) Are you sure. Yes, ma'am, will do." After hanging up dad said,
"Well, damn, she wants you home. I guess I blew it."

"Dad! What happened?"

"She said she didn't give a shit what Matt did, and I told her she
should. That got her mad and now she wants him home."

"Shit, Dad. You ruined everything."

"Come on, Angel, we'll make it right. And watch your language."

"Don't call me Angel."

"Right. You're not exactly acting like one, are you?" Dad grinned. I turned
and stomped off. "Come back here," dad said. I
stopped. "Come. Back. Here. Please. And bring my pants." When I stood in
front of him he pulled my face up by the chin and kissed me on the mouth. I
turned away. "Come on, baby. Don't be mad. Go into the garage, and we'll go
see the nice lady."

"She's a witch." Matt said.

"Now, Matty," dad said. "We got to do some sweet talking, so get in the
mood."

In the garage I screamed. There was a big black Mercedes next to the
truck. "Dad?" I yelled. When he and Matt appeared I asked. Where'd you get
that?"

"At a car dealer, silly. It's for work." Dad said. "I need something to
impress. The truck was just for moving. You think this will impress your
mother, Matt?"

"Shit yes. She only married dad because he'd inherited $6 million, but now
that he's lost most of it she hates him."

Matt's house was a bit run down. Dad got out and grinned, "How do I look?"
His white tee showed his abs and pecs, and without underwear his cock
pushed against the thin cotton fabric of his draw string pants. "Like more
than 6 million bucks." Matt said. "Sexy as hell," I said as we followed dad
to the door and he rang the bell. When Matt's mother opened it he said,
"Hello, Mrs. Spats. I'm Dave Unger. Please don't be mad at the boys on my
account. And I'm sorry I got your feathers up. I guess we have different
ways in Virginia." Dad smiled his blazing I-want-you smile. Mrs. Spats
fiddled with the hem of her blouse at the base of her neck.

"Are you Tom's father?" She asked. "You seem awfully young."

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't `yes ma'am' me. My name's Kelly."

"Sure, Kelly. My wife, god rest her soul, she got me real young. And I
couldn't resist her. She was a lot like you, actually."  I looked at Matt
and crossed my eyes. Mom had been nothing like Matt's mother. Matt grinned
as dad kept sweet talking her. "Yeah, she was a real nice woman." Dad
hefted his pants up and his basket looked even more inviting. "I do miss
her. She had the sweetest mouth I ever knew."

"Did she?" Kelly whispered, her eyes dropped to dad's bulge for a beat.

Dad grinned. "Oh, yeah, soft and warm, and never felt her teeth. She was
the best, I can tell you. The softest mouth I ever knew. You let the boys
have their weekend together and maybe we'll all get to know each other a
little better real soon." Dad had his big blue eyes fixed on Kelly's ample
tits. "They could use a little bit of fun, I bet." Matt's mom ran her
fingers over the skin of her cleavage, fiddling with the top button of her
blouse. "Don't you just hate denying a little fun to needy boys, Kelly?"
Dad held his basket.

When Kelly didn't take her eyes off it dad ran his hands through his sweaty
hair and wiped them on his pants, right down to the end of his
cock. Open-mouthed and openly staring at dad's pulpy cock Matt's mom said,
"He's got to be home on Sunday at 1:00." Kelly puffed, her top blouse
button opened. "His uncle is coming for lunch and he's got money and likes
Matt."

"I bet he does, Kelly honey." Dad stepped so close to her that when he
shook her hand goodbye he brushed her fingers against the front of his
pants. When he let go of it her hand froze against his crotch. Dad
grinned. "Thanks, honey, for being such a good girl. We might have to do
you good sometime." Dad swayed his hips, and his cock swiped against the
back of her hand. "See you Sunday." When Matt's mom stood panting Dad
turned her hand around and curled her fingers around the shaft of his
cock. "Yeah, you got a sweet mouth. See you Sunday, Sugar," he said and put
his arms over our shoulders and walked us down the driveway. I knew he was
shaking his ass at the poor woman.

In the car Matt was the first to speak. "Are you going to fuck her, Dave?"

Dad laughed. "Not if I don't have to. I like big strapping men with nice
cocks. And of course big cute boys like you two."

"My dad's got a big one," Matt said. "But he doesn't like fucking her."

"Well, I can see why." Dad said. "Who’s he like fucking?"

"Don't know." Matt laughed, then, "Hey, what if we call Berti and see if he
wants to spend the night too? Would that be OK, David?"

"Whatever you guys want. Who's Berti?"

"He's one of my best friends. Him and Steve." Matt turned and kissed
me. "And now you. But he doesn't come over to my house anymore since my mom
caught us playing with each other's cocks."

"The weekend's sounding more and more interesting." Dad grinned and handed
Matt his cell phone. "What's he like?"

"Berti's really sexy, Dad." When I saw Matt look sad I added, "Like Matty
but he's got more your kind of body, lean and tight, not like beefy Matty
the hunk, and prettier. Aren't you, Matty?" Matt grinned now, pulled my
head between the two front seats and licked my throat.

Matt dialed. "Hi, Berti. It's me. We're driving not so far from your house,
with Tommy's dad. He says we can all spend the night at their house. Want
to?" After a little pause Matt continued, "Great. We'll be over in a
minute. No. Just a toothbrush. No, just bring that nice ass of yours."
After another pause, "You'll see." Matt laughed and hung up. "He's real
curious now."

"Me, too." Dad said.

Berti's house was bigger and nicer than Matt's, not as nice as ours though,
and not in the best part of town. When we pulled into the driveway he came
out the front door in shorts and flip-flops, and not even a shirt. Dad
stared. Berti really had a body and carried a leather back pack over one
shoulder. When dad saw Berti's mother at the door he got out and went up
the walk. With a tight white teeshirt he was an older version of
Berti. After a long talk he returned to the car, his ripe basket clearly
visible as the wind pressed his thin cotton pants against his body.

"What was that all about, dad?"

"Well, she took one look at the three of us and said she knows that Bert is
gay and just hopes he'll grow up without too many problems with it. I told
her I'd do all I could to see he grows into a fine respectable man." Then
he laughed and continued, "Then she smiled and said she thought the boys
were in good hands, and I told her that's not all they're going to be
in. She just grinned and told me to take good care of you all. I told her I
intended to do just that."

Berti and I sat in the back, Matt sat next to dad in the front. When dad
backed out of the drive I leaned over his seat and kissed his cheek, "I
love you, Daddy. If I were in the front seat I'd suck your cock right now."

"You might introduce me to your friend first, Angel."

"Dad." He knew I didn't like him calling me Angel. "This is Berti. He's
Matt's best friend."

"That's not true." Matt protested. "You both are." Then he looked at dad
and said, "And since I'm in the front seat, I guess it's up to me to do the
thanking." Matt pulled the string of dad's pants. Dad lifted up and Matt
pushed his pants down to his knees. "It's not so easy with this gearshift
and all, but let's see." He looked behind at me and Berti and then went
down on dad. After a minute he said, "Wow, Tommy. He's just like you."

Berti leaned between the seats to get a good look and when Matt came up for
air he saw dad's big swollen cock. Matt looked at him and said, "Tommy's a
little bigger actually."

"Really?" Berti asked, eyes full of hope. I shrugged my shoulders. "Let's
see." He said, and I didn't need any more coaxing. I unzipped and pushed my
pants down, then kicked them off completely. My cock laid over my thigh, my
balls I pulled up to a nice pool of scrotum between my thighs. "Shit."
Berti salivated. "How big is it when --."

"Suck it, Berti." I said. He went right down on me. I reached under him and
unbuttoned his shorts. He struggled getting them off as he sucked me nice
and deep. When he was naked I dropped a big dollop of spit into my palm and
rubbed it into the crack of his ass. He moved like he'd had that done
before. When Matt saw what I was doing he immediately sat up and took his
pants off too. Dad drove home with Matt's mouth on his cock as I sat back
with Berti face in my lap. By the time dad put the car in the garage and
let down the door he had his middle finger deep in Matt's ass. I had my
thumb in Berti's ass and was tickling his balls with my fingers as he
slobbered over my cock.

"Let's go inside." Dad said and pulled Matt up for a long deep kiss. At the
same time Berti looked up from my lap, sweet and insecure. I pulled him up
for a kiss too.

He said, "You can fuck me any time. Want to, Tommy?" I grinned yes and put
my finger back into his ass. He went back to sucking me. As Dad and Matt
got out of the car I worked another finger into Berti. When Matt saw what I
was doing through the window he opened the car door and grinned at me, then
he spread Berti's ass cheeks with his big strong hands. Berti groaned as I
dug my index and middle finger into him. When Matt's mouth came at him I
withdrew. Matty sucked my fingers and then dug his tongue into Berti's soft
hole.

"Shit, Matty! What are you doing?"

"What I was going to do when we got caught by my bitch mom a month
ago. Come here you ass pussy." Matty pulled Berti's butt to him and spread
him wider. "Oh, fuck." Berti panted and pushed against Matt who ate his ass
as hungrily as dad had done me the first time.

"Fuck, Berti." I couldn't stand it any longer. "Take a deep breath. If you
haven't done this before get ready." He did it without knowing why, and I
pulled his mouth right down onto me. In a blitzkrieg he resisted for a
second, then swallowed my whole nine and a half fat inches in one shocked,
convulsing gulp. After a huge gag reflex, which I mercilessly ignored and
held his face hard against my pubic hair, he relaxed and I felt his throat
open. "That's it, Berti. Concentrate on your ass. Matty's eating it good."
When he kind of nodded his consent I pumped into his throat until he needed
to come up for air. When I let him up he gasped, "Shit, Tom."

Before he could protest I pulled him to me and kissed him. "Do it again,
Berti. You love it. It won't hurt. You can take it. You've done it before,
huh?" When he nodded yes I pushed him back onto my cock. As he slobbered
over my huge swollen prick head I said, "Let's do a nice long throat fuck,
baby. Then I'll fuck the shit out of your ass after Matt has had you. OK?"
Berti nodded vigorously and started hyperventilating, getting ready for a
good throating.

As he did Matt crawled on top of him and aimed his cock into Berti's hole
just as dad appeared at the door into the kitchen. "Come on, you guys. I
don't want stains on those leather seats. Cum is really hard to get off."
Matt pulled back just as I pulled Berti down and slammed his face into my
pubic hair. After pumping his throat until he needed a rest I pushed him
off. "Let's go in." I said. Dad looked ready to go.

Dad was naked in the kitchen sipping on a beer and stroking his half
hard-on with olive oil. He looked so beautiful, so muscular and tanned, I
walked over to him and embraced him. He picked me up and sat me on the
kitchen counter As he kissed me he rubbed his oily hand over my cock, then
my balls, and then he began to finger my butt. I sucked on Daddy's tongue
and then whispered, "Berti's really ready and need a cock real fast if you
want to be good to him, Daddy."

"Look what I can do." Berti said proudly. He took two cushions from the bar
stools and laid them on the kitchen counter, then jumped up and laid on
them. He was so supple he could pull his knees up and lock his feet around
the back of his neck. In that position he was all anus, the most willing,
beautiful, pink passion flower I'd ever seen. And in that position he could
suck his own cock if I pushed him forward.

Dad grinned. "That is the best party trick I've ever seen, Bert. Where'd
you learn that?"

"My brother. He does yoga and sucks himself off all the time, unless he's
fucking me, but now he's off at college so I'm kind of lonely."

"Well, you won't be anymore, you little fuck flower." Dad dug his tongue
into Berti's hole, and Berti squirmed for al long time as me and Matt
watched, stroking each other's cock with our dripping juice. When dad came
up for some air he said, "I think we ought to go into the living room, or a
bedroom. This counter's too high. Who wants to be first?"

"Me!" Matt said eagerly.