Date: Thu, 1 May 2014 19:48:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey's Maypole (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads
and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


DAVEY'S MAYPOLE

In general, I enjoy any assembly that gets me out of class, and the May Day
celebration was no exception. The principal had decided to use the last
hour of the day to let the elementary students show off the skills that
they'd been working on with their music teacher. As a result, I was sitting
in the auditorium watching a bunch of kids singing songs and dancing around
a Maypole.

I'd had to do the same thing when I was their age, so I was perfectly
familiar with the process of braiding the ribbons around the pole. The fact
that Mr. Wilson, my calculus teacher and frequent sexual partner, was
sitting next to me and rubbing his knee against mine only served to remind
me that I enjoyed playing with a quite different kind of pole these
days. Then again, I was pretty sure I would never be on stage in a school
assembly to show off my skills at sucking and being fucked by a man's
natural blood-filled Maypole.

"Are you coming back to the classroom after this?" Mr. Wilson whispered,
and I knew he didn't mean for calculus lessons.

"Sorry," I whispered back, "I've promised to meet Porter at his house after
school today."

"Lucky Porter."

"I think so," I replied with a smile as my thoughts drifted from the
Maypole dancers to my hunky older boyfriend. Well, he wasn't a lot older,
but he had been a few years ahead of me in school, and I never in my
wildest dreams thought he was gay or that he would be interested in me as a
boyfriend, but he was! And what's more, he didn't mind me playing around
with other guys, including my own father. In fact, at his request, I'd even
helped him hook up with his own father. We obviously had a lot in common.

My thoughts returned to the auditorium as polite applause followed the
conclusion of the final song and dance. I started to clap my hands just as
the final bell started to ring. "Maybe tomorrow," I said to Mr. Wilson as I
pressed my knee hard against his.

"I'll look forward to it," he replied as we stood up and joined the mass
exodus from the auditorium.

*****

I pulled into the Baxters' driveway just as Mrs. Baxter arrived home in the
family SUV. She drove into the garage, while I just parked outside. I
hopped out of my red sports car, which had cost me little more than a lot
of fucking and sucking with Porter and his dad, and joined Mrs. Baxter in
the garage as she started to unload groceries from her car.

"Need some help with those?" I asked.

"Hello, Davey. Yes, I would definitely appreciate a hand since my own boys
don't seem to be rushing out to help me."

"No problem," I said, taking a couple bags.

"I wonder if they're still at work," Mrs. Baxter said absently as she
grabbed the rest of the groceries and closed the car door. "Is Porter
expecting you?" she asked as we walked toward the door into the house.

"Yeah, he's probably just busy," I said with a smile. Mrs. Baxter hit the
button to close the garage door, and then we moved from the garage to the
kitchen.

"Porter!" Mrs. Baxter yelled as she put her bags on the counter. "Are you
home? Davey's here!"

As I placed my own bags on the counter, a muffled sound came from the door
leading to the basement. "Sounds like he's down in the game room," I said.

"Well, you go on down and have fun," Mrs. Baxter replied as she started to
put away the groceries. "I can handle these myself now. Thanks again."

"No problem," I called back over my shoulder as I opened the door, walked
down the stairs a couple steps, paused, closed the door behind me, and
locked the door as quietly as I could. When I got to the bottom of the
stairs, I just stopped and broke out laughing. Mr. Baxter was hopping
around on one foot and trying to put on a shoe while his belt and trousers
were flapping open with every hop. "Calm down, it's just me. I locked the
door on the way down."

"Good thinking," Porter said, finally stepping into sight. Mr. Baxter
wasn't the only one with something flapping. Porter was completely naked,
and his hard cock was bouncing with every step he took toward me.

"I should probably go on up," Mr. Baxter said.

"Don't you dare," I said with mock severity. "Not until I've had a chance
to dance around that Maypole of yours a few times. Or has Porter already
got it all wound down?"

"No, it's still ready for more celebrating," Porter assured me.

"But you didn't wait for me, did you?" I observed.

"Couldn't afford to waste time with Mom out of the house. Right, Dad?"

"Right," Mr. Baxter agreed.

"Well, we certainly can't afford to waste time now that she's back," I
laughed as I started to undress.

"Why not?" Mr. Baxter said as he started to undress again. "You're sure you
locked the door?"

"Positive," I said as Porter leaned in for a passionate kiss and started to
help me remove my clothes.

As my jeans and underwear slipped down over my ass, I immediately felt
Mr. Baxter pressing his cock against my crack. "Mmmm, nice," he sighed as
he humped against me and reached around to caress my stomach.

"Sure is," Porter agreed, breaking our kiss. He quickly ducked his head
around and stuck his tongue in my ear. Shivers ran through my body as
Porter traced around my ear before flicking the tip of his tongue at the
center of my ear.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. I'm not sure whether it was because of Porter's tongue
in my ear or Mr. Baxter's cock rubbing my ass or the combination, but
whichever it was, I was definitely glad to be between this father and
son. I let out a sudden gasp when I felt Porter wrap his hand around my
cock. My knees almost buckled, but I just leaned back into Mr. Baxter's
arms for support.

"Lean over the pool table," Mr. Baxter ordered firmly.

"Dad!" Porter objected. This was supposed to be our time together. We
didn't know ahead of time that his dad would skip work.

"The faster I get off, the faster I can get upstairs and keep your mother
busy while you two enjoy yourselves," Mr. Baxter explained logically.

"Okay," Porter agreed, but he was obviously disappointed. "That okay with
you, Davey?"

"Anything that results in a cock up my ass is fine with me," I said,
pressing firmly back into Mr. Baxter's stiff dick.

"Then go for it," Porter said, stepping aside to clear my way to the pool
table.

"You heard my son," Mr. Baxter said roughly as he grabbed the back of my
neck and firmly moved me forward. He was so eager that I was almost slammed
into the table. I certainly leaned forward involuntarily over the rail with
a grunt.

"Watch it, Dad," Porter said protectively.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"Sorry," Mr. Baxter apologized. "I've just needed ass so bad today, and you
interrupted us before I could get inside Porter."

"No problem," I replied. "It's all yours."

"Thanks, Davey," Mr. Baxter said before I heard him spit and felt a large
gob of saliva slam against my crack. "Good enough for you?" he asked.

"I think I can take it," I laughed.

"Good," Mr. Baxter replied as I felt him spread my ass cheeks and press his
cock head against my saliva-covered hole.

"Make a note to bring lube the next time you want to fuck us," Porter said
logically.

"Will do," Mr. Baxter said with a grunt as he pressed his hips forward. His
cock strained at my asshole before suddenly sliding up over my
cheeks. "Damn it!" he muttered as I felt him grab his cock again and press
it against my pucker. He kept his hand in position to avoid another slip as
he pressed forward. I inhaled deeply and relaxed. We both let out a groan
when Mr. Baxter's cock popped past my tight ring and entered my hungry ass.

"Nice," Porter said softly. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was
now standing behind us and had his arms wrapped around his dad.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Baxter moaned. "It feels good to be between you two hot
studs." And with that, he began to press his cock forward and fill me with
every inch of his hard and throbbing daddy dick.

"Unnngh!" I groaned when his cock was fully buried in my ass.

"Go for it, Dad," Porter whispered in Mr. Baxter's ear.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Mr. Baxter asked.

"Not this time," Porter replied. "I'll just hump your crack while you're
fucking Davey."

"Then get ready, because here we go," Mr. Baxter warned as he quickly
pulled his cock out of me and just as quickly slammed it back in. The wind
was knocked out of me, and my cock was crushed against the pool table.

"Fuck him, Dad," Porter said, but Mr. Baxter needed no coaxing. He was an
ass-fucking machine set to deep, hard, and fast. He was slamming his cock
into my ass with increasing rapidity.

"Oh god yes," I groaned. I threw my arms out in front of me and scattered
the pool balls all over the table. I heard them clicking against each
other, but the clicks were quickly drowned out by the noise of Mr. Baxter's
crotch slamming against my ass and his thighs slapping against the back of
my legs.

"You like my Maypole, do you?" Mr. Baxter asked with a vicious laugh.

"Fuck yeah," I groaned. "Harder. Harder."

"Damn, your ass is tight, son," he groaned before giving me a sharp slap on
the ass cheek. "Oh yeah, Porter, work my nipples," he muttered.

"Hard enough for you, Dad?"

"Harder, Porter," he ordered his son. "You know I like it hard."

"Fill my ass with cum, Mr. Baxter, so Porter can use it for lube."

"Don't worry, Davey, your ass is definitely going to get filled with my
cum," Mr. Baxter laughed. "Oh fuck, I've been so horned up all day, I can't
last much longer."

"Fill his ass, Dad," Porter hissed. "Shoot your cum in my boyfriend's ass,
so I can fuck my cock into your cum. Do it, Dad."

"Damn, you two are hot," Mr. Baxter panted. "Oh fuck, Davey, here it cums."

"Shoot it good and deep," I said.

"OH FUCK!" Mr. Baxter grunted a little louder than we all expected. "I'm
cumming," he groaned as he gave me one more deep thrust of his cock. I
could feel him flexing against me, and his hands were rhythmically
clutching my hips. I knew that every quiver and every flexing grasp meant
another load of daddy cum was being shot into my ass.

"That's it, Mr. Baxter," I sighed. "Load me up until my ass is overflowing
with your cum." His reply was unintelligible. All he could manage was
huffing and puffing as his body continued to be subjected to the complete
control of his orgasm.

When his cock was fully satisfied and his balls were completely emptied
into me, Mr. Baxter let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle and collapsed
forward onto my back. "Damn, Davey, it never gets old with you."

"I hope not," I replied.

"Thanks, son," Mr. Baxter said as he planted his hands on the railing of
the pool table and pressed himself back into a standing position. Slowly,
he let his cock slip out. "Next," he laughed.

"Hold on, Dad," Porter said. I looked over my shoulder and saw Porter
rushing over to the corner that Mrs. Baxter reserved for her craft work. I
couldn't help laughing when Porter returned with two ribbons in his hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Baxter asked with a confused look on
his face.

"Hurry up," I said, knowing exactly what he had in mind, "and then get that
cock of yours into my ass."

"Hold your horses," Porter said as he dropped to his knees in front of
Mr. Baxter. I watched over my shoulder as Porter quickly tied one of the
ribbons tightly around Mr. Baxter's balls.

"Tighter," Mr. Baxter whispered, and Porter tightened the ribbon. "Oh
yeah," Mr. Baxter sighed. I continued to watch as Porter tied another
ribbon around his dad's balls. "Are you wrapping a Christmas present, Son?"
Mr. Baxter laughed.

"Just decorating your Maypole," Porter laughed back as he began to braid
the ribbons around his dad's semihard cock. "Just don't forget to take them
off before Mom gets a look at it later."

"You horny cocksucker," Mr. Baxter laughed.

"Look who's talking," Porter replied, giving the tip of his dad's cock a
quick lick. "If your Maypole continues to get harder again, I'm gonna have
to go get more ribbon."

"That's not my problem," Mr. Baxter said, ruffling Porter's hair.

"Is anyone else going to fuck me or what?" I asked.

"I'll be right with you," Porter assured me as he finished decorating his
dad's cock.

"Maybe I'll stop by your room later so you can unwind the Maypole,"
Mr. Baxter said, and I could tell he was definitely serious.

"Sounds good to me, Dad," Porter replied as he sat back to admire his
handiwork. Satisfied, he finally turned and stood behind me. "Open wide,
Davey."

"It's about time," I said as Porter slipped his cock into my cum-filled
hole.

"Damn, Dad," Porter said with mock surprise. "You must have shot a gallon
of cum in here! Thanks."

"Any time," Mr. Baxter said as he put his clothes back on and zipped his
decorated Maypole into hiding. "You two have fun, but don't be too long, or
Mrs. Baxter might decide to investigate."

"We'll be up soon, Dad," Porter replied as he began pumping his cock
through all the daddy cum in my ass.

"Not too soon, I hope," Mr. Baxter laughed as he headed up the stairs.

"See you in a bit, Mr. Baxter," I grunted. "Fuck me, Porter, and add your
own cum to your dad's cum."

"Oh, I will, Davey. I definitely will," Porter assured me as he settled
into a steady rhythm of pleasuring his cock with the insides of my tight
cum-filled ass.

I grunted with pure pleasure and sent the pool balls flying again. There
was no doubt that I definitely preferred the father-and-son Baxter Maypoles
to any ordinary Maypoles that I'd ever had my hands on before.

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