Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 13:04:39 -0800 (PST)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Dirty Talk, part 6

I hope you enjoy the latest installment.  Feel free to contact me with your
feedback: fathercandy@yahoo.com.  I am working on another story, Getting
Dad Drunk.  The first installment has been put on Nifty.  Enjoy.

Dad's Dirty Talk, part 6

Looks like it was our turn to blackmail Uncle Tom.  We had photos.  He had
nothing.

"You faggots don't scare me.  I'm bigger than either of you."

"Yep, Tom.  You are.  But there are two of us."

As Dad spoke I grabbed Uncle Tom's arms and held them behind his back.  He
struggled, but stopped as Dad moved towards him.  His face was inches from
Uncle Tom's.  Dad spat.  His saliva covered Uncle Tom's face.

"Looks like it's our turn.  Tommy."  Dad wiped his spit from Uncle Tom's
face, only to force his mouth open.  Dad's spit covered fingers were in
Uncle Tom's mouth.  The two men looked at each other.  I felt Uncle Tom
loosen up.  There was no more struggle.

Uncle Tom fell to his knees.  "Give me that fucker."

And with those words he reached for Dad's erection, opening his mouth,
willingly swallow Dad's inches.

Dad began to fuck Uncle Tom's mouth, his thick cock moved in and out his
throat.  "Quite the cocksucker, Tommy.  Quite the cocksucker."  Uncle Tom
said nothing -- he just continued to suck my father's cock.

I looked at Dad.  Full of questions.  "What the fuck?"

"Looks like your Uncle Tom has had some practice.  Look how he takes my
cock - all of it."

I looked.  I saw burly Uncle Tom, on his knees, hungrily swallowing my
father's sizable penis.  He never gagged.  He took it all, and took it
happily.

"Here, Jimmy.  Your turn."  With those words my Dad removed his cock from
my uncle's mouth and my uncle's attention shifted.  He looked in my eyes.
Opened his mouth.  And swallowed.  I watched as his took all of me.  His
hands moved to my balls.  He pulled.  He sucked.  He knew what he was
doing.

Dad stood behind Uncle Tom.  His hands moved to Uncle Tom's waist.  He
pulled Uncle Tom towards him.  Uncle Tom was no longer on his knees.  He
was bent at the waste, his ass facing my dad, his mouth still working on my
boner.

Dad spoke.  "I gotta get your ass ready, don't I Tom?"

Uncle Tom grunted.

"What was that, Tommy?"

Uncle Tom grunted again.

Dad reached down, grabbed Uncle Tom's hair, and pulled.  Uncle Tom's mouth
left my cock.  Dad pulled more.  "What was that, Tommy?"

"Yes.  Fuck, yes."

"Thought so."

Dad knelt before Uncle Tom's ass, and Uncle Tom went back to my cock.  My
hands moved to his head.  I began to fuck his mouth.  He began to gag.  He
kept sucking.

I watched as Dad finger fucked him.  Dad was rapt; Uncle Tom had a nice,
hairy ass.  After a while Dad got to his knees and began to work Uncle
Tom's ass with his tongue.  Uncle Tom's hands moved his ass cheeks,
spreading them, allowing my father's tongue even greater access.  Dad ate
with gusto.  Uncle Tom sucked with gusto.  And I watched.  I watched as Dad
took the lube and began preparing Uncle Tom for his cock.  I watched as my
Dad covered his cock with lube.  And I watched as he entered Uncle Tom.

Uncle Tom's mouth never left my cock.  Just as he swallowed our cocks, he
had no problem taking Dad's erection.  I watched as my father delivered a
powerful fuck.  He fucked hard and fast.  I reached for Dad's nipples.
Pinched.  Dad groaned.  "This is nice, Jimmy.  This is fucking nice."

A few more thrusts and Dad groaned: "That's it.  I'm going to fucking shoot
deep inside you Tommy.  Fuck....fuck...."

Uncle Tom stopped sucking.  "Yes....fuck me....shoot your fucking cum
inside me...fuck...."

It was too much for me.  I stroked my cock with my right hand, moved Uncle
Tom's mouth to my cock with my left hand.  I shot my load.  Uncle Tom's
tongue was covered.  He swallowed.  My cum covered his face.  He wiped it
clean with his hand, and then licked that hand clean.  His attention
returned to my cock.  He squeezed.  Ate the last drops of my semen.  He
stood up.  Stroked his cock.  And groaned with his second orgasm.  I moved
to my knees and -- just as he had done seconds before -- I took a load.
Savoring the taste of his cum.  And, once again, appreciating the size of
his cock.

We caught out breath.

"What the fuck was that, Tom?"

Uncle Tom moved to the couch.  Looked at my Dad.  "That was one hell of a
fuck."

Dad and I looked at each other.

I spoke.  Too many questions needed to be answered.  "Yeah, but where'd you
learn to do all that.  You are quite the cock whore."

"Cock whore?"  Uncle Tom laughed.  "I like that.  Cock whore."

"Tom?"

"What?"

"The story."

Uncle Tom sighed.  "Joe."

"Joe?"

"Yeah, Joe.  Robin's Joe."

"Your daughter's husband?"

"Yep.  My daughter's husband...And his brother once in a while."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me.  Joe?"

"Yep.  Even before Robyn and him got married."

"I don't believe you."

"No?  How the fuck did you think I got to be such a cock whore?"

Dad and I didn't say anything.

Uncle Tom looked at us.  "Joe started dating Robyn when they were still in
high school.  Robyn left for college.  Joe stayed in town - his dad
expected him to take care of their lumber company.  Joe did whatever his
dad told him to do."

Uncle Tom looked at us.  Laughed a little.  "Sounds like a common enough
situation.  Anyway...Joe got to missing Robyn.  He'd come by for a visit
every now and then.  He finally told me that his father was getting to be a
little too much for him to handle.  I didn't know what Joe meant at the
time, but I knew he could use a friend.  So.  He'd come over.  I'd get him
a beer and we'd talk.  Evelyn would go to bed.  And Joe and I'd keep
drinking.  Speaking of beer - you got any in this little love nest?"

Dad got up.  Got each of us a beer.  We started drinking.

"Joe started coming over a lot.  One night we ran out of beer at my place.
I suggested we go out.  We got in his car.  Drove to Limey's and proceeded
to get pretty fucking drunk.  Too drunk to drive.  Joe knew it.  I knew it.
And the bartender sure as fuck knew it.  I looked at Joe.  He looked at me.
He told me his brother lived down the block.  We could crash there if we
were to drunk to drive.  We were too drunk to drive so crash we did.  Joe
had a key and he let us in.  He went to the refrigerator.  Got us another
beer.  His brother wasn't home.  Joe said he had gone out of town with his
dad for a buyer's conference or some shit like that.  After another beer or
two, I started figuring out what was going on.  Joe got up to take a leak.
Left the bathroom door open.  Stroked his boner.  Huge fucking boner.  Made
sure I noticed.  Came back to the couch.  Got on his knees.  Unzipped my
pants.  Pulled out my cock and gave me the best fucking blow job of my
life.  At that point, I wanted it.  I enjoyed it.  And so it began."

"Where does his brother come in?"

"Joe and I made his brother's pad our pad whenever we needed to fuck.
Yeah, it didn't take too long and I was doing my best to service Joe, too.
That boy has a cock of death. Fuck."  Uncle Tom smiled.  "The cock of death
seems to run in the family.  To make a long story short.  Joe's brother
caught us.  And had no problem joining in.  The thing is, the whole gay
thing seems to run in Joe's family.  Joe's brother, Ron, would join us once
in a while.  But Joe and I had gotten to the point where we enjoyed one
another.  We liked to keep it between the two of us.  Really.  Still do."
Uncle Tom took a drink from his beer.

"You faggots liked that story.  Didn't you?"  He smiled.  Looking at our
boners.

I liked the story.  And I was intrigued.  "What about the Dad?  Did Joe and
his Dad get it on?"

"That bastard fucked both of 'em.  Joe and Ron."

"Wow."  I looked at Dad.

"Their old man fucked Joe for the first time when Joe was 12.  Nothing nice
about it.  The fucker raped him.  I'm always amazed at how normal Joe is.
The thing is, after a while, Joe got kind of attached to his old man.  Then
his dad moved on to a younger guy; Joe's cousin or something."

Dad looked at me.  "Looks like were not the only ones after all, Jimmy."

Uncle Tom laughed.  "The only ones?  Fuck, I got a buddy who fucks around
with his grandson."

"You're fucking kidding me."

"Nope.  His grandson just turned 16.  Struck me as pretty sick until Leo
let me join in."

I think Dad and I were both shocked.  "You joined in?"

"Double fucked Leo with his grandson.  Both of our cocks filled his hole at
the same time."  You could tell Uncle Tom was proud.  Eating it up.  His
prowess was asserted.  And his participation in all things kinky well
established.

I looked at Dad.  And Dad looked at me.  "We should throw a party."

Uncle Tom looked at Dad.  "Fuck, yeah."