Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 10:50:14 -0700
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey Labors Through (gay/incest)

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DAVEY LABORS THROUGH

Larry and I had quickly settled into college life. It didn't hurt that we
managed to get assigned as roommates in the dorm, so we could de-stress
with a fair amount of fucking and sucking in the evenings. Unfortunately,
Johnny Jackson, Coach's son, was up on a basketball scholarship and was
assigned to a different dorm with all the rest of the uber-jocks, including
our old rival and playmate Bob Piper. Fortunately, they both managed to
make it over to our dorm for an occasional late-night session, and they
both promised to let us know if any of their fellow jocks wanted to join
our team.

The only annoying part of college life, other than having to go to classes,
was Jefferson Brooks, the Resident Assistant. He was the graduate student
in charge of our dorm, and he watched us like a hawk. He harped on the dorm
rules all the time and was always giving us new residents a hard time. It
was mainly because of him that Larry and I originally planned to go home
for the Labor Day weekend.

SATURDAY

Larry and I were all packed and ready to head out first thing in the
morning. In fact, I had my key in the dorm room door when my phone rang. It
was my dad, letting me know that he was on his way. He said Mom had decided
to spend the weekend with her parents, so he was on his own and horny. I
told him we were heading home anyway, but he insisted that he wanted to try
dorm life for a weekend. In other words, he wanted to have sex somewhere
new. I said that I would see him soon and that Larry and I would definitely
show him the good side of dorm life.

*****

Jefferson was at the front desk when I went out to greet my dad. I just
ignored Jefferson and started to walk my dad to my room. "All guests must
sign in," Jefferson called after us.

I continued walking, but Dad turned around and said, "Right you are, son."
I followed Dad back to the desk and nearly chocked when he signed in as
Farther Bernard.

"Father?" Jefferson asked curiously.

"Yes, my son," Dad replied with a straight face. "I'm here to see that
Davey and Larry, two of my most devout parishioners, are not succumbing to
the temptations of college life."

"Of course, Father," Jefferson replied. "Enjoy your day on campus."

"This way, Father," I said and quickly pulled Dad down the hallway. I was
barely able to contain my laughter until we got to my room. Once inside, I
collapsed on my bed and howled while Dad explained to Larry, who then
joined me on the bed in his own fit of laughter at Dad having put one over
on Stick-Up-His-Ass Jefferson.

Dad stood over us with a grin on his face and said, "Well, are you two just
going to roll around like a pair of hyenas, or are you gonna give me a
proper welcome?"

"Welcome to college, Dad," I said, jumping up to give him a deep kiss. It
had been only a couple weeks, but I missed the taste of my own dad. I
savored his saliva in a deep and passionate kiss.

"My turn," Larry insisted as he shoved me aside and took possession of my
dad.

While I had been kissing Dad, I'd felt a definite stirring in his trousers,
so when our kiss ended, I dropped to my knees, undid his trousers, and
released his cock. Without a word, I slipped my mouth over the semihard
flesh and began to devour it. I could taste the sweat and smell the musk
that had built up during his long, hot drive.

As my tongue explored, Dad's cock shaft began to grow and thicken in my
mouth. Before long, he was at full mast, and my mouth was bobbing eagerly
up and down with Dad's hand resting gently on the top of my head.

Larry eventually dropped to his knees and joined me in worshipping Dad. As
I continued sucking Dad's cock and savoring the deliciously sweet precum,
Larry worked his head under my chin and began sucking on Dad's balls.

"Oh yeah, boys," Dad sighed, "this was definitely worth the trip."

I desperately needed a fix of daddy cum, so I continued sucking eagerly on
Dad's cock. I couldn't resist forcing Larry's mouth away so I could gently
fondle Dad's saliva-covered balls.

Like a good sport, Larry let me have full control of my Dad's cock and
balls while he maneuvered around behind Dad. Larry gently pushed Dad
forward a bit, burying Dad's cock deeper into my throat, and Dad suddenly
moaned, "Oh yeah, Larry, eat my ass. Get your tongue in there, boy."

I lifted my mouth off of Dad's cock and quickly stroked my fist up and down
the slick shaft. I held his balls firmly in my other hand and gave them an
occasional squeeze of pressure. My tongue flicked over the head of his cock
every time it emerged again from the tunnel of my flying fist.

"In a hurry, Son?" Dad asked with a chuckle.

"I need a fix of your cum," I said, without missing a beat.

"Then open wide," Dad ordered, because you're gonna get it soon. "Oh fuck,
Larry!" he added with a grunt. I didn't have time to wonder what Larry had
done, because at that moment, Dad's cock began to flex in my fist as it
shot load after load after load of thick, heavy man cream into the air and
onto my face.

I quickly dove back onto Dad's cock as it continued to pump out cum. My
mouth soon filled with the hot, creamy liquid, but I refused to swallow. I
wanted to savor the flavor as long as I could. I resumed bobbing up and
down on Dad's cock, letting his own cum flow back and forth along the
shaft, and Dad let out a completely satisfied groan. "Oh yeah," he sighed
as I felt his body begin to relax.

"Welcome to campus, Mr. Robinson," Larry said.

"Thanks," Dad replied. "You can take your fingers out of my ass now,
Larry."

"Oh yeah," Larry laughed. "Sure thing."

I finally let Dad's cock slip out of my mouth, and then I scooted around
him. Without a word, since I didn't want to spill a drop, I grabbed Larry
and pulled him into a kiss. He quickly discovered the cum reservoir in my
mouth and began lapping some of it into his own mouth. Our tongues dueled
as we sloshed the cum back and forth between us and shared the tangy
flavor. Eventually, we both began to swallow Dad's cum, and before long,
the load was all gone. Even then, Larry and I continued to kiss and
scavenge for stray remains of daddy cum.

"I guess you boys still like the taste of my cum," Dad chuckled as he
pulled up and fastened his trousers.

"Fucking A," I said.

"Most definitely," Larry replied simultaneously.

"Glad to hear it. Now, how about you boys showing me around the campus."

"Just as soon as I lick Davey clean," Larry replied before leaning in and
running his tongue all over my face to gather up those first loads of Dad's
cum. Larry then generously resumed our kiss to share that thick cream with
me.

Larry and I eventually managed to give Dad a quick tour of the campus, and
then he took us out for a nice dinner. He insisted that two growing boys
had to have more than cum in their stomachs. We didn't object to someone
else buying us a meal, but we also didn't object to having just Dad's cum
in us.

*****

After dinner, the three of us went back to the dorm and resumed where we
had left off. I had first crack at Dad's ass and filled it quickly with a
good-sized load. Dad then moved over to Larry's bed, spread out on it
facedown, and let Larry climb on top to add his load as well. I stretched
out on my bed alone to stroke my spent cock slowly as I watched my best
friend fucking my dad's ass.

Larry was grunting and groaning to beat the band and slam-fucking Dad's ass
when there was a pounding on the door. "I can't stop now," Larry grunted
helplessly.

"Then at least keep it quiet," I hissed as I threw a blanket over the
fucking figures. On the way to the door, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it
around my waist. The pounding on the door started again just as I unlocked
it. I opened the door a crack but stood so my body was blocking the
view. "What do you want?" I asked with obvious annoyance when I saw
Jefferson standing outside the door.

"Father Bernard didn't sign out," Jefferson informed me. "All guests must
sign out when they leave for the day."

"He must have forgotten," I said casually. "I'll tell him to follow the
rules better the next time."

"OH FUCK!" Larry yelled.

I lost focus for just a brief moment, but it was long enough for Jefferson
to shove the door open and brush past me into the room. "What's going on
here?" he demanded to know.

"Isn't it obvious?" I laughed, seeing the shape of Larry's ass thrusting up
and down under the blanket. "Larry's getting him some."

"And you're watching?" Jefferson asked with obvious surprise as he looked
me up and down.

"Just letting Larry have his turn," I replied, boldly removing the towel
and letting it drop to the floor. I stood there defiantly with my cock in a
semihard-and-growing state.

"Freshman are not allowed to have visitors this late at night," Jefferson
informed me. "She will have to go."

"Who are you calling a she?" Dad asked as he and Larry rolled to the side
and Dad tossed the blanket off of them.

Jefferson stared at all that naked flesh, including Dad's hard cock. I
don't know whether or not he realized that Larry had deposited a load of
cum in Dad's ass when he yelled out, but from the satisfied look on Larry's
face, I knew he had. "Father?!" Jefferson finally stammered.

"Yes, my son?" Dad replied as he casually reached down and began to stroke
his cock. Jefferson just stared at Dad, who finally rolled over onto his
stomach again and then looked back at Jefferson to ask, "Would you like to
be next, my son?"

Jefferson paused for a moment longer before whispering almost inaudibly,
"Yes, Father."

I closed and locked the door.

As Jefferson crossed the room, he seemed to be focused exclusively on
Dad. Jefferson dropped his clothes along the way, but his eyes never left
Dad. Larry silently walked around to join me on my bed. Larry spooned in
behind me with his chin nestled in my neck so we could both watch the scene
that was playing out in front of us.

Jefferson, completely naked, stood beside Larry's bed and looked down at
Dad. I couldn't help looking at Jefferson's ass and swearing that I was
going to fuck it someday. I even started to stroke my cock just thinking
about it. Larry must have had the same thought, because I could feel his
cock stiffening again and pressing against my back as his hand ran
distractedly up and down my outer thigh.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dad asked. "I'm sure two loads of cum in
there will make it easy enough for you to fuck me, my son."

Jefferson gave an almost imperceptible shudder of excitement before
replying, "Yes, Father."

Dad turned his face and laid his head on the pillow so he was looking
directly at Larry and me. Dad smiled and winked at us as Jefferson climbed
on the bed. As Jefferson straddled Dad's hips, I couldn't help
staring. Jefferson's cock was really long, but it was also thin.

I'd become used to long cocks being thick, like with Coach and with Nino
and Gino Petrillo. I could just imagine how good Dad was going to feel with
that cock burrowing deep inside him without having to rip him open to do
it. Larry again must have been thinking about the same thing, because at
that moment, he removed his hand from my thigh, reached between us, and
aimed his cock at my asshole. "Lube!" I hissed at him over my shoulder. I
could feel him rolling over to grab the lube from my desk and then he
quickly returned and started preparing my asshole for penetration.

"Forgive me, Father," Jefferson muttered as he leaned forward to support
his weight with one hand firmly planted on the mattress while he used the
other hand to direct his long, thin cock toward Dad's cum-lubed asshole.

Jefferson sighed as his cock head touched Dad's flesh, sliding between his
ass cheeks in search of the promised land. "Oh yeah," Jefferson finally
moaned, and I knew that his cock was entering Dad's juicy asshole in that
instant.

At the same time, Larry pressed forward and popped his cock into my
ass. "Oh yeah," I echoed Jefferson as Larry probed deeper into me and
Jefferson slowly lowered his hips to snake his full long cock into my dad's
ass.

When there was almost no light showing between Dad and Jefferson, Dad
finally grunted. Jefferson frozen and said, "I'm sorry, Father. Should I
pull out?"

"No you should go deeper and finish impaling me on your cock, my son," Dad
replied with a groan. Dad's vulgar order caused a shocked expression to
cross Jefferson's face for a moment, but then he smiled and quickly drove
the remaining length of his cock into Dad's ass. "Fuck yeah," Dad moaned.

"This is fucking hot," Larry whispered in my ear with his own cock buried
to the hilt in my ass.

"Shut up and fuck me," I hissed back. Larry quickly grabbed my hip and
pulled his cock out of me before slamming it back in. As he continued to
fuck me and groan in my ear, I knew he'd lost interest in watching Dad get
fucked. Larry was back in his own world dominated by his cock. I relaxed
and let Larry have his way, and I definitely enjoyed it myself, but I just
couldn't take my eyes off of Dad and Jefferson.

Dad sighed as Jefferson slowly pulled his entire length of cock out of
Dad's ass before just as slowly pushing it all the way back in. Dad's mouth
dropped open in a silent moan, and Jefferson repeated the excruciatingly
slow fuck. It appeared to be a new experience for Dad, who was more used to
the eager poundings that Larry and I gave him.

After several minutes of the hypnotizingly slow fuck, Dad couldn't take it
any more. Actually, from the look on his face, he was about to cum and he
didn't want it to be over so soon. He needed a change quickly. "Harder,
Jefferson!" he ordered. "Harder!"

"I don't want to hurt you, Father," Jefferson said nervously with his cock
pulled all the way out except for the head.

"You're killing me with the slow fuck," Dad replied. "Fuck me hard now, or
I'm gonna spill my cum."

"Forgive me, Father," Jefferson said before slamming the full length of his
long slim cock back into Dad's ass.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Dad screamed as Jefferson relentlessly pounded his cock
into Dad. "That's it, my son. Fuck me good and hard!"

Larry took that as his cue to work harder too, so he quickly rolled us onto
my stomach and then pulled himself back on all fours to prepare for a power
fuck. He didn't pause long before he started slamming his cock down and
into my ass, pressing my own cock hard against the mattress.

I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of Larry's cock driving
into me. When I finally opened my eyes again, I was looking straight into
Dad's eyes. We smiled at each other as our asses continued to be assaulted,
and then Dad surprised me. He held out his hand across the narrow gap
between the beds. After a brief moment of surprise, I reached out my hand
toward him. We twined our fingers together and held on tightly. Dad
mouthed, "I love you, Son," and I mouthed back, "I love you too, Dad." We
both closed our eyes after that, but we didn't let go of each other.

From the rapid pace at which Larry and Jefferson were slamming into Dad and
me, and from the ragged breaths they were managing to take, it was obvious
that they were both nearing the edge. Dad tightened his grip on my hand in
an unspoken order, and I immediately clamped my ass down tight on Larry's
cock.

"YES!" Larry and Jefferson screamed at the same time, and I knew I'd
interpreted Dad's grip correctly.

"Fuck you, Davey," Larry grunted as he reached the point of no return.

"Forgive me, Father. Forgive me, Father. Forgive me, Father." Jefferson
repeated that phrase softly and quickly as his thrusts became shallower but
more urgent. "OH FUCK, FATHER!" he finally moaned as he rammed his cock all
the way into Dad and began to shake. "Forgive me, Father. Forgive me,
Father. Forgive me, Father." He continued to beg for forgiveness as he was
no doubt filling my dad's ass with shot after shot of his boiling cum.

"Take it, you cocksucker," Davey grunted as he slammed his cock into my ass
and began to unload his own flood. I flexed my ass on his cock to tease
him, and he hissed, "Oh fuck, Davey. YEAH!"

Larry collapsed onto me a few seconds later and then rolled off onto his
back. He trailed his hand across my ass and let his fingers slide into my
lubed crevice. "Mmmm," I sighed as he gently ran his fingers over my abused
hole.

Jefferson finally let his arms buckle, but he kept his weight on his elbows
rather than collapsing on my dad. "Forgive me, Father," he whispered one
last time.

"For what?" Dad asked innocently.

"You're a man of the cloth," Jefferson replied, deeply mortified at what he
had done.

"No, I'm not," Dad confessed. "I just wrote that name in the register as an
inside joke with Davey. I didn't mean to confuse you."

"Oh fuck, that's alright then," Jefferson laughed before finally letting
himself collapse onto Dad's back. "Who are you then?"

"Just a friend of the family," Dad replied. He obviously wasn't ready to
confess all...yet.

SUNDAY

I woke up the next morning with Larry prodding his morning hardon into my
back. "Give it a rest," I laughed and sat up. Larry rolled onto his stomach
and started humping his cock into the mattress.

The other bed was empty. No sign of Dad. I stood up and stretched. My own
morning hardon bounced freely as I crossed the room and grabbed the robe I
always wore to the communal restroom and showers. Since I was heading that
way, I also grabbed my toiletries kit and my towel.

As I approached the bathroom, I could hear that one of the showers was
running. A grin spread across my face as I realized that Dad must have
gotten up early and headed to the showers to wash of all the dried cum
residue from last night.

Each shower had two curtains: one for the small dressing area and one for
the actual shower beyond that. I entered the dressing area of the shower
that was running and put my things on the bench. As I reached up to pull
the second curtain, I heard Dad's unmistakable grunting sounds. I laughed
to myself that he couldn't even wait for me to wake up.

"Morning, Dad," I said as I yanked the curtain back.

"Dad?!" Jefferson yelled over his shoulder.

"Morning, Son," Dad grunted as he continued to fuck his cock into
Jefferson's ass.

"You're his son?" Jefferson asked. "But the two of you... You fucked him
last night! He fucked you!"

"As you can see," I laughed, "he likes to fuck. Looks like you do too."

"SHIT!" Jefferson grunted as he grabbed his cock and began jacking away on
it. "Father and son. So fucking hot!"

"You should be there when Larry's dad joins us too," I said, guessing that
thought would drive him over the edge, and it did.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Jefferson grunted as hips thrust his cock spasmodically
through his clenched fist and Dad's cock continued to plunge in and out of
his ass.

"Come for Daddy, Son," my dad whispered in Jefferson's ear.

"YES, DAD!" Jefferson groaned as his cock began to shoot ropes of cum all
over the shower wall. "OH, Oh, Oh, oh, oh," he grunted. The intensity of
his grunts decreased with every shiver and every ejaculation.

"That's my boy," Dad said, "now get ready for Daddy's load."

"Go for it, Dad," I said, although my encouragement wasn't really
necessary.

"SHIT, YEAH!" Dad grunted as I knew he was pumping his first load of the
morning into Jefferson. "Damn, Jefferson, you're one hot fuck," Dad said
when he was finished cumming. He wrapped an arm around Jefferson's waist
and pulled him back firmly onto his cock as he leaned back against the
shower wall. Jefferson relaxed and laid his head back on Dad's shoulder as
the shower sprayed down on his own exhausted cock and emptied balls.

"I guess I'll have to use the next shower," I laughed as I gathered up my
stuff. "Larry's awake and horny, in case anyone is interested," I added as
I moved to the next shower and turned it on.

*****

When I got back to the dorm room, I found Dad already dressed and watching
our small TV. Larry was stretched out on his bed and had obviously just
finished jacking off, since he was spreading cum all over his stomach and
chest before licking his hand clean and then repeating the process.

"Larry and I thought we'd go see a movie this afternoon," Dad said without
taking his eyes off of the TV. "Sound good to you?"

"You two go ahead," I said as I got dressed. "I've got some laundry to do."

"Yeah, we don't want you stinking up the place," Larry replied.

"Like anyone could smell me over that cum of yours," I laughed.

"Yeah, it does smell good, doesn't it," Larry laughed as he licked his hand
clean for the last time and then jumped up off the bed. "Back in a minute,"
he added as he threw on my robe and headed off to the showers.

"Where's Jefferson?" I asked casually as I finished dressing and stretched
out on Larry's bed...after making sure there weren't any wet spots.

"Don't know," Dad replied just as casually. "He said he had some things to
do."

"You think he's okay with us?"

"Unless the idea appeals to him, that kind of news doesn't make a guy cum
as powerfully as Jefferson did," Dad laughed. "He'll be back for more," he
added confidently.

*****

After Dad and Larry headed out to the movies and after I'd started my
laundry, I decided to head over to Johnny's dorm and see what he was up
to. I'd invited him to ride home with Larry and me when we were planning to
go, but he said he was sticking around campus for the weekend. I figured he
had to be bored by now. When I knocked on the door of his dorm room,
however, I discovered otherwise.

"Robinson!" Coach yelled when he opened the door and saw me standing there.

"Hey, Coach," I replied, looking him up and down and loving all that dark
skin with only his waist covered by a small white towel. "I didn't know you
were coming this weekend."

"I hope to be cumming more than once," Coach laughed. "Come in and join the
party." Coach stood aside, and I finally saw Johnny on his knees sucking
Bob Piper's cock.

"Hey, Robinson," Bob said casually as he continued to fuck his cock down
Johnny's throat. Johnny just waved his greeting and continued to service
Bob.

"I thought I was gonna hafta wait," Coach said, "but maybe you can help me
out with this instead. I turned to see Coach drop his towel to revel that
delicious chocolate log dangling between his legs.

"Sure thing, Coach, but I can't be long. I've got laundry going."

"Well, then, we'd better skip the preliminaries and get right to the main
event," Coach replied, grabbing a tube of lube from Johnny's desk and
tossing it at me.

"Yes, sir, Coach," I said, kicking off my shoes and quickly stripping out
of my clothes. I flopped on my back on the nearest bed and started working
lube into my ass.

"Time to get this cock up your ass too, Jackson," Bob said to Johnny.

"Definitely," Johnny replied after slipping Bob's dick out of his
mouth. "Hi, Davey," he added as he flopped on the other bed.

"Hi, Johnny," I said, tossing him the lube. "Why didn't you tell me your
dad was going to be here this weekend?

"I didn't know," Johnny said.

"It was a surprise," Coach confirmed. "That's good enough, Robinson."

I looked at that long stiff dark cock of his, licked my lips, pulled my
fingers out of my ass, held my ass cheeks wide apart, and said, "Put it in,
Coach."

"On your feet, Robinson," Coach ordered as he continued to stroke his
cock. I was disappointed but did as I was told. "Lean over that dresser." I
looked around and saw Johnny's dresser with a mirror behind it. "That's
right," Coach confirmed, "I wanna watch myself fucking that white ass of
yours."

"Sure thing, Coach," I said eagerly as I leaned over the dresser, spread my
arms, and braced myself by holding on to the outside edges of the
dresser. From the grunting and groaning, I new Bob was already throwing
Johnny a deep fuck by the time Coach stepped up behind me and pressed his
big black cock between my smooth white ass cheeks.

"I sure do miss this tight white ass," Coach cooed before pressing forward
to force his cock into me.

"Me too," I grunted as I tried to relax. "Your cock, I mean. SHIT!" I
couldn't help screaming as Coach's broad cock head finally popped past my
resistance and jumped a couple inches into my ass. When I'd relaxed again
and Coach had started sliding that thick slab of meat deeper and deeper
into me, I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. I almost laughed when
I saw Coach had his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth in deep
concentration. I managed a satisfied groan of pleasure instead.

"Mmmmm," Coach sighed as he continued to fill me with inch after inch of
fat cock. Slowly. Slowly. I couldn't help but think of how slowly Jefferson
had taken Dad's ass that first time, and I knew why Dad had begged for it
to be harder. However, I restrained myself until Coach had all of his cock
in me and my ass had stretched fully to accommodate him. "Oh yeah," Coach
groaned as he switched his tongue to the other side of his mouth as he
began to withdraw.

"Fuck him good, Coach," Bob called.

"You just take care of fucking my boy's ass and let me take care of
Robinson."

"Yes, sir, Coach," Bob grunted as he quickly obeyed orders.

Coach continued his slow fuck, and I was completely transfixed by the
switching of his tongue from one side of his mouth to the other, depending
on whether he was pushing his cock into me or pulling it slowly out of
me. "Damn nice ass," he muttered.

"Thanks, Coach," I grunted, "but I do have laundry in, and it will be done
soon."

"Then so will I, Davey," Coach replied only an instant before he started
slamming that cock into me hard and fast.

"Oh fuck," I grunted.

"You asked for it," Coach laughed.

"I sure did. Harder, Coach. Harder." Once I got used to the pounding I was
getting, I wanted more. I wish I'd known Coach was going to be here. I
definitely wouldn't have bothered with laundry. The mirror shook wildly as
I looked up at Coach. No more tongue play. He had his teeth gritted
together tightly and was concentrating on the view of his black cock
sliding in and out of my white ass. "Look at me, Coach," I ordered.

"Fuck yeah," Coach said as he looked into the mirror and our eyes
locked. Our gaze never wavered from that point on, and neither did his
fucking. In fact, if anything, he fucked me even harder when he was looking
me in the eyes.

"Oh yeah, that's it," I groaned. "Fuck me, Coach. Fuck my tight white ass!"

"Damn, Robinson," Coach grunted. "You're one of the best player fucks I've
ever had. I was damn sorry to see you graduate."

"My ass is ready and waiting any time you want it, Coach," I informed him,
"until you get the next string broken in." I'm not sure how I managed to
joke while Coach was knocking the breath out of me with his slam fucking.

"You'll always be first string for me, Robinson," Coach moaned. "FUCKING
SHIT! I'M CUMMING, ROBINSON! I'M CUMMING!" he roared while continuing to
maintain eye contact and slam his cock all the way home.

"FUCK YEAH, COACH, FILL MY ASS!"

"I'M CUMMING, COACH!" Bob yelled.

"ME TOO, DAD!" Johnny chimed in.

Coach didn't pay any attention. He was staring right at me in the mirror as
his hot load of cum was pumped that long distance out of his chocolate
balls and through his long black shaft.

"That's it, Coach," I sighed. "That's it. Cum, Coach, cum!"

Coach made one more spasmodic jerker of his cock out of my ass before
slamming it home and shuddering, "Oh, Davey." With those two gentle words,
his cum erupted into my ass. He grunted and grunted and grunted until he
couldn't stand it any more and his eyes finally rolled back in his head as
he coasted down the mountain.

We remained motionless for what seemed like a few minutes. "Aren't you
finished yet, Coach?" Bob finally joked.

"A good ass is like a fine wine, Piper. Savor it while you've got it."

I relaxed my weight on the dresser and just enjoyed the sensations coursing
through my body. I could feel Coach's cock gradually deflating, but I
didn't make any move to force it out of me. I wanted that cock inside me as
long as it wanted to be.

Coach gently rubbed my lower back and said softly, "Thanks, Davey."

I looked up in the mirror and was surprised to see not the cocky coach I'd
always known and enjoyed but someone who really cared about me in his
way. "Any time, Coach," I replied seriously. "Any time."

And the moment was past. Coach's cock popped out of my ass, and he turned
away. "You should definitely try out for the team here, Robinson. Keep
these sorry scholarship boys on their toes."

"Thanks, Coach, maybe I will." I don't know exactly what happened in that
instant, but I suddenly wanted to please him like I'd never wanted to
before. Oh, I'd tried hard to please him as a player, and I know I'd
pleased him when we were fucking, but now I wanted to make him proud of me
as if he were my own dad.

*****

After I finished my laundry, I actually studied for a while. I thought
about going back for another round with Coach, but I figured Johnny
probably wanted some time alone with his dad, so I let them have it. When
Larry and my own dad got back from the movie, Dad wanted to take us out to
dinner again, but Larry and I forced him to eat in the cafeteria. We joked
that if he was going to be getting the benefits of being on campus, he had
to suffer as well.

Dad was right about Jefferson. Later that evening, when Dad, Larry, and I
were taking a much needed rest break and watching some TV, Jefferson
knocked on our door. His knock was much more timid than it had been last
night, and when I answered the door, he looked a bit nervous.

"I was wondering," Jefferson mumbled.

"Yeah?" I asked, not making it easy for him.

"Well," Jefferson stumbled. "Um, is your dad still here?"

"He hasn't signed out, has he?" I asked, throwing his rules back at him.

"No," he replied humbly.

"Give the boy a break, Davey," Dad called out. "Get in here and join us,
Jefferson."

I stepped back and let the door swing wide open. Jefferson stepped in and I
closed the door behind him. "Thanks, Mr. Robinson," Jefferson said.

"Just call me 'Dad,'" my dad replied.

By the time that evening was over, including Jefferson's first experience
being spitroasted by a real father and son (while Larry was sucking his
cock), Jefferson was definitely one of the family.

MONDAY

I woke up on Labor Day Monday with Dad's cock slowly gliding in and out of
my ass. I yawned and stretched and pressed my ass back onto his meat.

"Morning, sleepy head," Dad said. He gave the back of my head a kiss and
then buried his face in my neck as he continued to give me a slow morning
fuck.

I looked over at the empty bed and asked, "Where are Larry and Jefferson?"

"They went out to get some breakfast. Why? Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," I replied, shifting my weight and pressing backward. Dad
rolled onto his back with me on top. I quickly sat up and spun around on
Dad's cock, so I was facing him and he could see my own morning wood.

"Nice," Dad said, putting his hand on top of my cock and pressing it down
onto his hairy stomach. "Ride me, Son."

"What else did you think I had in mind?" I started slowly rolling my hips,
forcing my own cock to glide between Dad's hand and through the hair on his
stomach. At the same time, I lifted my ass slowly off of his cock and then
gently glided back onto it.

"That's nice, Son. I know it's only been a couple weeks, but I've really
missed this."

"I guess you'll have to visit more often," I laughed.

"You mother might start to insist on coming along if I visit too often."

"We wouldn't want that." I leaned forward to press my face into Dad's hairy
chest.

Dad wrapped an arm around my neck so he could grab me by my hair and gently
pull my head back. "I meant it when I said I wanted you to ride me, Son."

"You've got it." I reared back so we were at right angles and his cock was
directed straight up into my ass. I started using my thigh muscles to lift
myself up off of his cock and then slam my ass back down the full length of
that rigid shaft.

Dad gripped my thighs and groaned, "Oh yeah, that's it, Son. Ride Daddy's
cock."

Just as I had a good rhythm set up and we were both grunting
uncontrollably, there was a pounding on the door. "Shit," I muttered,
bringing the action to a stop.

"Ignore it," Dad begged.

"It might be Larry and Jefferson with the food. I'll be right back." I
quickly lifted myself off of Dad's cock and he looked so
disappointed. "Remember where we were," I laughed as I hurried across the
room and threw open the door. "What took you so long?"

"It's a long drive, and I wanted to surprise you," Porter said with a grin
on his face. "Looks like I did too," he laughed after glancing past me and
seeing Dad with his cock still on display.

"Come in, Porter," Dad called. "The more the merrier."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Come in. Come in."

"Thanks," Porter replied as he slipped past me and I closed the
door. "Don't let me interrupt you," he laughed. "Go back to what you were
doing."

"You heard the man," Dad said. "Get back to riding my cock, Son."

"Thanks," I said, giving Porter a quick kiss. "Why don't you get more
comfortable while you wait?"

"I think I just might do that," Porter said with a grin.

As I climbed back onto the bed and onto Dad's cock, I saw out of the corner
of my eye that Porter wasn't wasting any time in taking his clothes off. I
was a bit disappointed, however, when I started riding Dad's cock again and
Porter just stretched out on the other bed. I could see he was tugging on
his cock to get it good and hard, so I made a special effort to impress
him. "Oh, your cock feels so good in me, Dad," I groaned.

"It should," Dad laughed. "I made your ass just so I would have a place to
slip my cock in my old age."

"Oh, you'll always have a place to slip your cock, Dad. Won't he, Porter?"

"I'm guessing he will," Porter replied, and I looked over to see that his
cock had already grown as stiff as a plank.

"So, what brings you up this way?" Dad asked casually, as if his son wasn't
fucking himself on his cock.

"Business," Porter admitted. "Dad's buying a new car dealership here, and
he wants me to have a look around before he settles the deal."

"Good for him," Dad said.

"And for me and Davey," Porter replied. "If the deal goes through, Dad
wants me to move here and run it."

"Are you serious?" I asked. For a moment, I completely forgot what I was
doing and just sat there fully impaled on Dad's cock. "That would be
fucking awesome!"

"I'm glad you think so," Porter replied with a serious look on his face. We
paused for a moment, and then Porter quickly stood up and took my face in
his hands. He gave me a quick kiss before saying, "I love you, Davey
Robinson, and I want to be with you forever and ever."

"Forever and ever?" I asked.

"If that's what you want," he replied nervously, reaching down to pick up
his pants off of the floor. He took a ring out of one of the pockets and
held it out toward me. And waited.

"You know it's what I want!" I yelled as I leaned forward and wrapped my
arms around Porter's neck. Our mouths united into a passionate kiss and I
suddenly felt my ass lifting up off of Dad's cock. I broke the kiss and
said, "Oh shit, Dad. Sorry."

"Don't mind me, boys," Dad laughed.

"Sorry, Mr. Robinson."

Dad laughed at Porter's formality and said, "I think you'd better start
calling me 'Dad' now for sure, Son."

"Thanks, Dad," Porter said, and then he finally slipped the ring on my
finger. "I love you more than anything, Davey Robinson."

"I love you too, Porter Baxter," I replied as I pulled him into yet another
deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together to celebrate our
official engagement.

When we finally broke the kiss, Porter said, "Now get back to what you were
doing when I so rudely interrupted."

"Sounds good to me," Dad said, gently thrusting his cock up into my ass.

"Why don't you join us?" I asked. "I think there's room enough for two back
there," I added with a wicked grin.

"Are you sure?" Porter asked doubtfully.

"Definitely," I assured him. "I had Coach open me up good yesterday."

"Coach is here?" Porter asked.

"Yeah, he's visiting Johnny for the weekend," I clarified. "Well? Are you
joining us or not?"

"Are you up for it, Mr. Robinson, I mean, Dad?"

"The more the merrier," Dad assured him.

"Thanks, Dad," I said leaning forward onto Dad's warm, hairy stomach as
Porter climbed onto the bed behind me and began to lube up his cock.

"Any time, Son. Any time."

I slid my ass up off of Dad's cock a ways, and then I pushed back. I came
to a halt when I ran up against Porter's cock laid on top of Dad's. I slid
forward again and then pushed back again but met the same resistance.

"Press 'em tighter together, Son," Dad ordered Porter as I slid forward
again. "Yeah that's it. Try it again, Davey."

I slid back until I felt Porter's cock head, but I could tell that he had
it pressed more firmly against Dad's cock, which had decreased the
circumference a bit. Rather than pulling off again, I just continued to
push my ass down farther onto Dad's cock. I could feel my ass stretching to
take in the tip of Porter's cock as well, so I continued pushing
back. "Push, Porter," I grunted. "Push in."

Porter reached up and grabbed my shoulder with his free hand, and I could
feel the pressure from his cock increase. I tried to relax my ass more and
pushed back. I could feel Porter pressing harder.

"Any time, Porter," Dad laughed.

"FUCK!" I screamed as Porter's cock suddenly lunged forward and popped past
my tight, but now well-stretched, rim.

"Sorry, Davey," Porter replied with concern. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare!" I ordered. "Just give me a second." I breathed deeply,
and Porter began to rub my lower back. Slowly, very slowly, I began to grow
accustomed to having two dicks in my ass. "Okay, Porter," I finally said,
"slowly, slowly."

"Let me know if it's too much," Porter said as he gently and slowly started
to push more of his cock into my ass. Dad remained motionless and let
Porter do all the work as their cocks slide against each other.

"Damn, Porter, that feels so good," Dad moaned.

"It sure does, Dad," Porter moaned back. "You okay, Davey?"

"Just keep going. I'm fine," I assured him. I was more than fine. My ass
was welcoming in the cocks of the two men who meant the most to me on the
planet. The fact that they were joined together in me was more than I could
have wished for.

"Oh yeah," Porter finally sighed when he had his cock as far in as he could
go. "So fucking tight."

"I'm not surprised," I laughed, which caused my muscles to contract and
then relax. I breathed deeply a couple times and then said, "Okay, Porter,
fuck me. Slowly!"

Dad and I remained motionless as Porter began slowly sliding his cock out
of my ass and then back in, gliding his cock firmly up and down the length
of Dad's cock. "Oh fuck," Dad finally groaned helplessly, "I can't stand it
any more, Son!"

"Okay, Dad," I said, "Go."

"Thanks, Son," he replied with obvious relief before slowly pulling his
cock out of me as Porter pressed in.

"Fuck yeah," Porter groaned as he felt my ass gripping him tightly and
Dad's cock sliding in the opposite direction.

I didn't hear the door open or close, so the first clue that we weren't
alone in the room was when Larry said, "Holy fuck!"

I looked over and grinned at Larry and Jefferson. "I'm not sure I can take
four at once, but maybe two at a time if you want to wait your turn. OH
GOD!" I screamed in ecstasy as Dad and Porter continued to increase the
speed and the force of their fucking.

"I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" Porter yelled.

"ME TOO, SON!" Dad replied.

I looked over and saw Jefferson's mouth hanging wide open. "Oh fuck, I'll
explain later, Jefferson. Come on, Dad, shoot your cum into me. I wanna
feel you and Porter joining your seed in my ass. You two mean the most to
me in this world. CUM, GUYS, CUM!"

"OH, SON!" Dad groaned as he rammed his cock into me.

FUCK, DAVEY!" Porter moaned as he finally thrust his cock in the same
direction as Dad's and buried it in me as well.

"THAT'S IT! FILL MY ASS WITH COCKS AND CUM! I WANT IT TO BE LIKE THIS
FOREVER!!!!"

Dad gripped my shoulders tighter and forced me even farther back on his
cock. Porter grabbed my hips and yanked me back as well to make sure I had
as much of his cock as I could.

"OH GOD!" they both yelled simultaneously as their cocks began to pulse and
explode in my ass. They then started a series of pants and grunts and moans
and groans as they thrust into me with every contraction to deposit more
and more and more cum. There was so much cum being injected into my ass by
those two cocks that I could feel the excess cum starting to squeeze out
past the cocks and dribble down over my balls.

When Dad, Porter, and I finally collapsed into a heap of sweaty man flesh,
Larry and Jefferson gave us an appreciative round of applause. "Maybe you,
me, and my dad can try that sometime," Larry said to Jefferson.

"Seriously?" Jefferson asked.

"Seriously," Larry confirmed. "And if you hadn't been acting like such a
prick for the past couple weeks, you'd have figured out how hot I think you
are."

"I didn't have a clue," Jefferson replied.

"Oh, you had them. You just didn't add them up," Larry laughed.

"How about we all get cleaned up," Dad suggested, "and go check out
Porter's potential new dealership?" Dad rolled me and Porter off of him,
and Dad's cock slid out of my ass. Porter spooned tight against me as my
ass clamped down even tighter on his softening member.

"What dealership?" Larry asked with genuine surprise.

"Come with me, and I'll tell you all about it," Dad said as he grabbed my
bathrobe and led Larry and Jefferson off to the bathroom.

Porter's softened cock eventually slid out of me, and I rolled over to face
him. "I really do love you so much," he said.

"And I really do love you so much too," I replied with a grin.

Porter slowly brought his lips to mine, and we started the most sensuous
kiss we'd ever shared. We were still locked in that kiss when the others
returned.

*****

Porter's dad did end up buying the dealership, and Porter did end up moving
to town to run it. When our dorm contracts ran out, Larry and I moved into
the house that Porter had bought. Jefferson joined us too. Yes,
Jefferson. He and Larry became inseparable after that Labor Day weekend,
and the deal was sealed when Jefferson finally met Larry's dad and Larry
proved that he could take both of their cocks at once.

The house was big enough that Porter even agreed to let Johnny and Bob move
in. No, they didn't become a couple, just good fuckbuddies...for us all.

Our male family members all visited as often as they could without raising
suspicions, and we occasionally had to settle for a non-sex weekend when a
female insisted on coming along. We also welcomed visits from all of our
hometown friends, including Mr. Wilson, Reverend Hay, and Father
Bernard. Actually, Jefferson got a kick out of meeting and fucking the real
Father Bernard.

And I'll never forget the time a couple years later when Nino and Gino
Petrillo finally visited from Italy and came to stay with us, along with
Flavio, Luca, and Guido. That was a Columbus Day celebration for the ages.

In fact, there have been many other holidays since then that I will never
forget, because we've spent as many of them as possible with our
families. That's one thing that Porter and I definitely agree on: Holidays
are for families!

THE END


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Hope you enjoyed this final installment of Davey's holiday celebrations.
Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has
been! ;)

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