Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 21:46:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey's Repeating Groundhog Day (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 REPEATING GROUNDHOG DAY

Day 1

The blaring alarm slowly seeped through my exhausted consciousness, and
when it did, I naturally reached out and hit the snooze button. After a
night of nearly nonstop sex with my best friend Larry, all I wanted to do
was go back to sleep and continue my recovery.

I made my mind a blank and tried to drift back to slumberland, but just
before I reached my destination, I became away of the warm wet sensation on
my exhausted but obviously still responsive cock. I felt lips slowly
gliding up and down my rigid shaft. I felt a tongue tracing the ridge along
the underside of my cock. I felt a hand gently squeezing my previously
drained balls. So much for sleep. I opened my eyes and looked down at the
bobbing head of hair.

"Damn, Larry," I grumbled, "don't you ever get enough?"

Larry lifted his mouth off of my cock and said, "Of your cock? Are you
nuts?" And without another word, he went back to sucking my cock.

"Oh, what the hell," I said, giving in. If Larry wanted to try to work
another load of cum out of my balls, he was welcome to try. I locked my
hands behind my head, spread my legs a little wider to give Larry more room
to work, and relaxed into the sensation of having my cock sucked by an
expert.

My dick obviously had no problem responding to Larry's ministrations, and
as soon as he began to run his free hand over my stomach, the rest of my
body began to respond as well. Shivers ran up and down my skin. And when
Larry reached all the way up to tweak my nipples, I let out a deeply
appreciative moan and gripped his hand to let him know I wanted him to
twist my nipples with even greater strength. Larry knew my signals by now,
and he obliged. A shock of pain mixed with pleasure shot from my nipple and
quickly alerted every nerve I had. My body's reflexive response was to
shove my hips up and plunge my cock deep into Larry's throat.

I could hear and feel Larry's laughter rumbling around my cock. He knew he
had me now, and he redoubled his sucking efforts. His mouth was soon flying
up and down my cock, and I continued to flex my hips to fuck his
throat. His hand tightened roughly on my balls. So much for the gentle
approach. While Larry continued to twist my nipple I gripped the other one
between my own thumb and forefinger and twisted it hard. I couldn't help
letting out another loud moan of ecstasy.

Without releasing my balls, Larry manipulated his fist so he could begin
trailing his middle finger down toward my asshole. Forgetting about
thrusting my cock into Larry's mouth, I began instead to manipulate my hips
to speed the approach of his finger toward my asshole.

"Yes," I hissed when I finally felt Larry's finger press against my pucker,
which was still well lubed from the last fuck he'd given me before we had
fallen asleep. "Finger-fuck me," I added urgently, and I was quickly
rewarded with Larry's middle finger easily slipping into my quivering
asshole.

Larry lifted his mouth off of my cock briefly and said, "I need another
load of cum for breakfast." Without waiting for a response, he swallowed my
cock to the hilt again and began giving me a blowjob that felt like his
life depended on me filling his mouth with cum. Well, I was never one to
deny Larry his needs.

I reached down and grabbed Larry's head between my hands and began
frantically face-fucking him. He released my balls and worked a couple more
fingers into my ass. I was in the pleasure zone between fucking my cock
into Larry's mouth and him fucking his fingers into my ass. Back and
forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I didn't know which was giving me
more pleasure, but it didn't matter, because together, they were driving me
to the brink.

After all the cum I'd shot the night before, I didn't know if I had much
restocked yet, but Larry was obviously determined to get whatever I could
give. And I was ready to give it. I shoved Larry's head down as I gave an
upward thrust of my cock into his throat. He suppressed a gag and
manipulated his fingers in my ass to drive my prostate crazy.

"FUCK!" I groaned as I felt my cum beginning to work its way from my balls
and up through my cock. Larry slapped at my hands, and I knew what he
wanted. I quickly released his head so he could pull off my cock. By the
time my dick began to eject my morning load, only the head was still in
Larry's mouth, and he was rewarded with the cum breakfast he obviously
craved. "Eat it, Larry," I ordered. "Eat my cum, you sick bastard," I added
with a laugh. I knew there was really no need to tell Larry what to do with
my cum. It was just fun ordering him about. "Damn, you're good," I praised
as my body relaxed to begin its recovery and Larry slurped the last of my
cum out of my cock.

"You're not so bad yourself," Larry responded with a smile as he climbed
over my body and gave me a cum-flavored kiss. It certainly tasted better
than the alternate morning-breath kiss.

Larry wasn't finished yet, though. After breaking the kiss, he continued to
move up until he was sitting on my chest with his stiff cock pointing right
at my lips. "Open wide," he laughed. I've never been able to refuse Larry,
so I opened my mouth and let him slip in his morning wood. "You know,"
Larry said casually as he began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth,
"if the groundhog sees his shadow, it's six more weeks of blowjobs for
you?"

I grabbed Larry's shaft and forced his cock out of my mouth. "Only six?" I
laughed and went back to sucking Larry's cock.

"I think we can work something out," Larry said in his most seductive
voice.

There was a knock on the door, and Larry froze. "Are you boys up?" Mom
asked from the other side of the door.

"Yes, we're up," Larry said, and he wasn't able to stifle the laugh that
came with it.

"Well, breakfast is on the table, and it's getting cold," Mom continued. I
don't know if she knew what Larry and I got up to in my bedroom, but she
never opened the door during our sleepovers.

"We're cumming!" Larry called out, which caused me to choke on his cock.

"Don't be long," Mom replied, and I could hear her walking away down the
hall.

"I won't," Larry laughed as he grabbed my headboard and quadrupled his
fucking pace. I just let my head be pounded back into the
pillows. Eventually, his breathing became ragged and small moans began to
escape with each breath and thrust.

I knew Larry was getting close, so without giving him any warning, I rammed
two fingers into his ass. "OH FUCK!" Larry hissed as he buried his cock in
my throat and froze. His ass began rapidly pulsing on my fingers and his
thighs began to shake. Those signs gave me plenty of warning, so I was more
than ready when the cum load rocketed out of Larry's cock and gushed
straight down my throat.

I luxuriated in the moment for as long as I could, and then I needed to
breath. I slipped my fingers out of Larry and slapped him on the ass. Larry
acknowledged our well-known signal and slowly slipped his cock out of my
throat. I quickly grabbed his receding dick with my other hand and forced
out the few remaining drops of his man juice. I licked up those drops and
swirled my tongue around his cock head. Larry gave a deep moan as his body
shuddered one last time with uncontrollable ecstasy, and then he collapsed
beside me on the bed. "Happy Groundhog Day," he laughed.

"Your groundhog can hide in my hole any day it wants," I replied, leaning
over to give Larry a quick kiss.

*****

"I thought you boys would never come down," Mom said as she put our
breakfast plates in front of us on the table.

"I'm starved," I said, digging in.

"I can never get too much to eat in the mornings," Larry said, with a quick
wink at me.

"Well, your dad's already gone," Mom said, sitting down with her own plate.

"Where did he go?" I asked with surprise. It was Sunday, after all.

"I don't know," she replied. "He just said he had some things to do."

"When will he be back?" I asked.

"He wasn't sure," Mom answered. "He said he might be late. Are you boys
coming to church with me?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"My dad said to come home first thing," Larry said as he shoveled more food
into his mouth. "Chores or something."

"I've got a few chores for Davey, too," Mom said. "He might as well be
productive if he can't be devout."

"Davey's nothing if not productive," Larry laughed, finishing his meal and
gulping down his orange juice. "Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Robinson. I'd
better be going."

"Any time, Larry," my mother called out as Larry rushed out of the
house. "Now, about those chores...."

****

Mom gave me a list of chores to do, and then she went off to church. The
first thing on the list was to clean my room, but the smell of cum was so
strong that I couldn't help myself. I stripped of my clothes and jacked my
cock to memories of my fuck session with Larry last night. I wasn't in any
hurry to get on with the chores, so I edged for quite a while before
finally letting a fresh load of cum splatter on my belly. I quickly scooped
up the cum and ate it. I then threw open the window to let the room air out
while I went for a quick shower. Naturally, I stroked out another load in
there as well--anything to avoid chores.

Almost nothing on Mom's list had been finished by the time she returned
from church, and she was not happy. As a result, she kept me busy under her
watchful eye for the rest of the entire day. So much for weekends. I was so
exhausted by the end of the day that I fell asleep without ever hearing Dad
get home.

*****

Day 2

The blaring alarm slowly seeped through my exhausted consciousness, and
when it did, I naturally reached out and hit the snooze button. I always
did that two or three times before I ever got up to get ready for school,
especially after the weekend. However, I slowly became aware that someone
was sucking my cock on this particular morning.

With the sudden happy thought that Dad had sneaked into my room to make up
for being gone all day yesterday, I raised my head to grin at him. The
happiness turned to surprise and confusion when I saw that the person
working away at my cock wasn't my Dad; it was Larry.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

Larry lifted his mouth off of my cock and said with a laugh, "Isn't it
obvious?"

"But you weren't--"

"Happy Groundhog Day," Larry said before sucking my cock back into his
mouth.

"What?" I yelled, pulling myself into a sitting position and yanking my
cock out of Larry's mouth in the process.

"February 2. Groundhog Day. Haven't you heard of it?" Larry laughed.

"But that was yesterday," I maintained.

"No, yesterday was February 1, when we began this sleepover. Don't tell me
you don't remember fucking each other silly last night."

"I went to be alone last night," I continued, although I was less certain.

"Then tell me who fucked my ass so brutally for hours on end," Larry
laughed.

"I...."

"Look," Larry said, with slight annoyance. "Do you want me to finish that
blowjob or not? Dad's expecting me home soon. He never lets me get by doing
nothing on a Sunday."

I was too stunned to speak. Larry took it as a sign of disinterest, got out
of bed, and opened the window. My cock stirred a bit as I watched his ass
flex when he bent over to pull on his jeans, but I was too confused to ask
him back to bed.

As Larry pulled on his shirt, there was a knock at the door. I pulled the
blankets over my body, and Larry opened the door. "Good morning,
Mrs. Robinson," he said to my mother.

"Good morning, Larry," she replied. "Are you off already? I made enough
breakfast for you to have some if you want it."

"No thanks," Larry replied. "Dad's expecting me. See you later, Davey," he
added as he slipped passed my mother and disappeared down the hallway.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day?" Mom asked.

"Umm, no. I'll be right down." As my mother began to close the door, I
asked quickly, "Is Dad gone already?"

"How did you know?" Mom asked, turning back toward me with a surprised look
on her face. "Yes, he just left. Said he won't be back all day. Now, hurry
up if you want breakfast. It's getting cold, and I have to be off to
church."

"I'll come with you," I said.

"What? You?" she replied with obvious surprise.

"It's better than doing chores all morning."

"How did you know I had--?"

I interrupted her and said, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to
go."

"Well, if you're sure," Mom said uncertainly. "Your breakfast is ready."

"Thanks," I said. Mom hesitated slightly but then she finally turned and
closed the door.

I jumped out of bed and rushed over to my laptop on the desk. I turned it
on and waited impatiently for it to boot up. When it finally did, the
calendar confirmed the impossible: February 2. It was Groundhog Day all
over again!

*****

At church, I listened to the sermon for as long as I could stand it, but
eventually, enough was enough. "I have to go to the restroom," I whispered
to my mother. She was obviously not happy about it, but she was also well
aware that it was not the time to have a family argument either. I slipped
passed her and several other people to get to the outside end of the pew. I
then quickly and quietly made my way to the back of the church and headed
downstairs to the restroom.

I was extra horny because I hadn't shot a load that morning. I had been too
distracted to take advantage of Larry's offer of a blowjob, and since I'd
come to church instead of staying home, I hadn't jacked off on my bed and
in the shower like I had yesterday...or was it today. Whatever it was, my
body had adjusted to the situation enough that all it was worried about was
shooting a load. I figured I could give myself a quick handjob in the
restroom and get back before Mom wondered where I was.

That was my plan. At least it was until I opened the restroom door and saw
my teacher Mr. Wilson pissing at the urinal. As his stream dwindled, he
turned his head to see who else was skipping the sermon. "Davey! Perfect
timing," he said with a wink. I looked down and saw his cock begin to
stiffen. Mr. Wilson laughed when I couldn't help but reach down and adjust
my own hardening cock.

"We'll have to be quick," I said.

"Obviously," Mr. Wilson laughed, shoving his trousers and underwear down
over his thighs and leaning up to plant his hands on the wall. His stiff
cock was aimed at the urinal, and his ass was aimed at me.

"Oh yeah," I said, quickly getting my cock out as I stepped up behind
Mr. Wilson.

"I guess it will have to be a spit job," Mr. Wilson said. "Give me as much
as you can."

"You've got it," I said, working up as much saliva as I could. I spit the
first load into my hand and quickly began applying it to and in
Mr. Wilson's asshole. He let out a sigh of satisfaction. I then worked up
another glob of saliva, spit it into my palm, and began to apply it to my
stiff cock.

"Any time you're ready," Mr. Wilson said, wiggling his ass at me.

"No time like the present," I said, stepping forward and pressing my
spit-covered cock against his spit-filled ass. I pushed forward, and there
was resistance.

"Harder," Mr. Wilson said. "I can take it."

I pushed harder as instructed, and my cock penetrated Mr. Wilson's ass. He
took a sudden shocked breath and then quickly began to pant for
relaxation. I planned to wait for a signal, but he wasn't interested in
waiting. In no time at all, Mr. Wilson began to work his ass back onto my
cock.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to be considerate.

"Shut up and fuck me," Mr. Wilson ordered. "Hard and fast!" he added with a
hiss.

I grabbed the back of Mr. Wilson's neck with one hand and his waist with
the other. I then went to work fulfilling his request. He let out a deep
moan as my hard cock slid all the way into his ass and my pubes pressed
against his cheeks.

"Good start?" I whispered.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels so good in my ass, Davey. Fuck me. FUCK ME!" he
hissed.

I released his hip long enough to give his ass a good hard slap. Then I
grabbed his hip again and began a steady pace of fucking Mr. Wilson hard,
deep, and fast. He was grunting and groaning with pure pleasure. Given
where I was fucking him, it sounded like he'd already died and gone to
heaven. I was doing my own fair share of grunting and groaning. His tight
ass clamping down hard on my thrusting cock was working up my own juices.

"Damn, your ass is so tight," I groaned.

"It's all yours, Davey. All yours. Fuck me good. Use my ass. Fill me with
that hard teen cock of yours. Oh god, oh god, oh god," he moaned with every
jarring thrust of my cock. I gripped his neck and waist tighter. I fucked
harder. I fucked deeper. I fucked faster.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson," I moaned.

"Oh god," he responded.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson."

"Oh god."

"Mr. Wilson."

"God."

"OH FUCK!"

"Fill me, Davey. FILL ME!" Mr. Wilson begged. For no reason at all, I
leaned forward, yanked Mr. Wilson's shirt collar down, and clamped my teeth
firmly on his neck. "YES!" Mr. Wilson moaned in ecstasy when he felt my
teeth biting his flesh. Almost instantly, his ass began to milk my cock in
a spasmodic rhythm that could only mean he was unloading his cum into the
urinal.

I began to fuck Mr. Wilson's ass frantically as I tried to overtake his
orgasm. "FUCK!" I groaned, releasing my teeth from his neck when I finally
did catch up and my cock began to unload hot cum into has ass. "Take it!
Take it all!" I ordered.

"Yes, Davey, yes, yes, yes, yes!" he repeated with each jarring thrust of
my exploding cock.

When I was done unloading my balls, I leaned against Mr. Wilson's back. I
reached one arm around and worked it up under his shirt to feel his warm
hairy belly. With the other hand, I reached around and grasped his
softening cock to stroke it gently and work out any cum still trapped in
the shaft. Mr. Wilson responded with involuntary moans and shudders.

After a minute or two of recovery time, I let Mr. Wilson's cock slip from
my hand as I pulled my own dwindling cock out of his ass. I kissed him
gently where I'd been biting him on the neck. It was red and there were
definite teeth marks, but I hadn't broken the skin, so everything was good.

"You sure know how to answer a guy's prayers," Mr. Wilson chuckled as he
turned to face me.

"That's what I'm here for," I replied as we both returned our cocks to
their hiding places and prepared to rejoin the rest of the congregation.

*****

"You should have gone at home," Mom hissed as I resumed my seat beside her
in the pew.

"I didn't know the sermon would be so long," I whispered back.

A smile crossed my face when I saw out of the corner of my eye that
Mr. Wilson was getting a similar reprimand from his wife after returning to
their pew. Mr. Wilson leaned in and whispered something to his wife. She
then looked across the church to meet my gaze before a huge grin crossed
her face as well. It's so hot to fuck a married man when his wife knows
what's going on as well...and approves.

*****

Unfortunately, going to church didn't get me out of doing chores. As soon
as we got home, Mom set me to work. And after another day...or the same
day...of doing the same old chores again, I once again fell exhausted into
bed without hearing Dad return.

*****

Day 3

The blaring alarm slowly seeped through my exhausted consciousness, and
when it did, I started to reach out for the snooze button. In that instant,
though, I felt someone sucking my cock and memories of the previous two
days flooded back.

"Larry?" I asked, pulling my cock out of his mouth and sitting up quickly.

"Right in one," Larry confirmed. "Now get that cock back down here."

"What day is it?" I asked.

"What?" Larry replied with surprise.

"What day is it?" I repeated.

"Sunday fucking Groundhog Day," he confirmed. "Now get your groundhog down
here, unless you'd rather have my groundhog hiding in your hole."

"Next time, Larry," I said, jumping out of bed and frantically trying to
find last night's clothes to put on. Seeing no underwear in sight, I
finally just slipped on my jeans commando style and, taking a quick whiff
to verify relative freshness, I pulled on my old t-shirt as well.

"What are you doing?" Larry asked, sitting up on the bed and showing off
his hard morning wood. "I could do with some attention here."

"Not this time," I said, hopping to put on my sneakers without bothering to
put on socks first. "I have to catch Dad." Without waiting for Larry's
response, I rushed at full speed out of the bedroom.

*****

"Wait up!" I yelled as I ran toward the rapidly closing front door.

"Are you boys up already?" Mom called from the kitchen.

I skidded to a halt as Dad opened the front door back up. We stood staring
at each other for a second. "I've never seen you in such a hurry at this
time of the morning before," Dad laughed.

"I didn't want to miss you again," I said, slightly out of breath.

"Again?" he asked.

"Long story," I replied, dismissing the issue. "So, where have you been
going? I mean, where are you going?"

"Well, I didn't tell your mother--"

"I know."

Dad wrinkled his brow but ultimately decided to let it pass. "I figured you
and Larry would be having your own fun today," Dad said softly. "So I've
decided to go have some fun with Grandpa. He's kind of bored with Grandma
at her sister's place for the weekend."

"I'll bet," I laughed. "Can I come?"

"I think we all know you can cum," Dad laughed. "What about Larry?"

"What about what about Larry?" Larry asked as he arrived behind me.

"Don't you boys have plans for today?" Dad asked, giving us a knowing wink.

"I thought we might have morning plans," Larry said sulkily, "but Davey
obviously has other things on his mind."

"And what about afternoon?" Dad asked.

"Can't," Larry confirmed. "I have plans with Dad."

"I'll bet you do," my own dad laughed. "Playing hide the groundhog."

"Something like that," Larry grinned.

"Well, then," Dad said looking at me, "I'm sure your grandpa would be
pleased to have you." He grinned and added, "I'm sure he'd even enjoy your
visit."

"He better," I said.

"What's all this?" Mom asked, joining us at the door.

"I was just leaving, Mrs. Robinson," Larry said. "Bye, Davey," he added as
he departed, brushing unnecessarily against my dad.

"Later, Larry," Dad said.

"Definitely, Mr. Robinson," Larry said with a wave before continuing on
down the sidewalk.

"Is it okay if I go with Dad?" I asked my mother. I held my breath as I
waited for the wrong answer.

"Well, I did have some chores I wanted you to get done," Mom started
thoughtfully.

"He can do the chores next weekend. Groundhog Day only comes once a year."

"That's what you think," I said under my breath.

"Well, if you don't think he'll be ruining your mysterious plans," Mom
relented.

"Nothing mysterious about it," Dad said. "We're just going to visit Grandpa
for the day. Cheer him up."

"That's nice," Mom conceded. "I know how much he misses your mother even
for a weekend. Well, you two go along and have fun."

"Oh, we will," I assured her.

Dad and I headed off to the car parked in the driveway. Mom stayed at the
door and waved at us until Dad had backed out of the driveway and headed us
off in the direction of Grandpa's house.

*****

"Sounds like quite a dream," Dad responded after I finished telling him the
bizarre story of my repeated Groundhog Day. "I guess it's pretty clear that
I'm glad you finally caught up with me, though," he added, giving a
downward nod to his crotch. I followed his motion and was rewarded with the
sight of his rock-hard cock pressed against the inside of his jeans.

"Need some help with that?" I asked suggestively as I reached over to trace
the outline of his cock.

"You know I do," Dad laughed, "but I think we'd better save the first load
for Grandpa. We wouldn't want to disappoint him with second best. How about
you? Do you have any left after a night with Larry?"

"I always have cum left for you and Grandpa," I said, scooting closer to
Dad and resting my head on his shoulder. He put his right arm around me and
pulled me tight.

"That's my boy," Dad said proudly as I gently continued to trace and then
massage the hard daddy cock that waited for me once we reached Grandpa's
house.

*****

"What took you so long?" Grandpa bellowed when he heard the front door
open.

"Had to wait for someone else who wanted to visit you," Dad called back.

"Oh," Grandpa replied with obvious disappointment.

"Hi, Gramps," I said with a big grin as he stepped into the hallway.

"Davey!" he replied, looking up from tying his bathrobe shut. "Is your
mother still outside?" he asked cautiously.

"Nope," I said. "It's just the three of us today."

"Hot damn, then what are we waiting for?" Grandpa asked as he pulled the
belt on his bathrobe and let the robe fall open to reveal his hairy chest
and stomach and, more important, his hard uncut cock.

*****

It wasn't long before I was flat on my back on Grandpa's bed, and he was
kneeling between my raised legs and plowing that hard uncut cock into my
well-lubed asshole.

Dad was standing over me with ass facing me, and I couldn't keep myself
from reaching up and kneading those muscular ass cheeks while Grandpa was
sucking Dad's cock on the other side.

"You sure know how to make the best of what you're given, Grandpa," my dad
moaned.

"Too bad Larry was busy, or he could have been filling that tight ass of
yours with teen cock, just like you're filling mine," I groaned.

"Don't worry, Grandpa," Dad laughed, "I'm sure you'll get some teen cock up
that ass of yours before the day is over."

"Oh fuck, I can promise it," I said. "I just hope you like my cock up your
ass as much as I like yours up mine. Fuck me harder, Grandpa."

Grandpa must have pulled off of Dad's cock, because the next thing I heard
was him saying, "Oh Davey, get ready for a load of Grandpa cum in that
tight ass of yours! OH FUCK!" And with that, Grandpa slammed his cock into
my ass and unleashed his first load of cum for the day.

"Oh, that feels so good, Grandpa," I sighed. I closed my eyes and
luxuriated in the feeling of being filled by my own family cum. I felt the
bed shaking from Grandpa's orgasm and from my own Dad moving around.

"I sure am glad you joined us today," Grandpa groaned as he pumped the last
of his load into me. "There's nothing like a tight teen ass to start the
day."

"Especially if it's your own grandson's," Dad laughed.

"You got that right," Grandpa confirmed as he slowly slipped his cock out
of my ass and gently lowered my legs to the bed.

I felt the bed shaking some more, but I just kept my eyes closed to enjoy
the sensations and emotions that were rocketing all around my body at that
point. So, it was a slight surprise when I felt my legs being gripped and
raised again, and my dad called out, "I guess I'm next."

I opened my eyes and grinned at Dad. "I thought your first load was going
to be for Grandpa."

"Well," Dad said thoughtfully, "I can always pull out in time to shoot my
load in Grandpa's hungry mouth."

"Sounds good to me," Grandpa said, climbing on the bed. "And while your
dad's fucking that tight ass of yours, I'll get a taste of your delicious
cock while you suck my temporarily exhausted cock clean.

"Whatever you want, Grandpa," I said before his slimy cock slipped into my
mouth. "Oh fuck," I moaned as his warm mouth descended over my own stiff
cock.

"Here we go," Dad said as he slipped his cock into my ass. All I could do
was let out muffled moans of pleasure around Grandpa's cock, which still
contained a few drops of cum for me to savor.

Dad fucked my ass good and hard, and he took his own sweet time about
it. He took so long in fact, that I couldn't hold out myself. I finally had
to stop suckling on Grandpa's soft cock long enough to say, "I'M CUMMING
GRANDPA!" He redoubled his efforts at sucking my cock, and in no time, I
was shooting load after load after load after load of hot teen cum into his
eagerly sucking mouth.

I collapsed back onto the bed with a huge sigh of relief, and Grandpa
finally let my cock slip out of his mouth. "Damn, Davey, you sure have some
sweet cum juice in those balls of yours."

"Well, here's some for a comparison taste test," Dad yelled, and I felt him
yank his cock from my asshole, leaving me with a longing void.

"Give it to me, Son!" Grandpa roared.

"FUCK YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" my dad bellowed. And I knew that with each
exclamation he was depositing more and more cum into and onto his own
dad. "OH FUCKING HELL YES!" Dad finally yelled to announce his finish.

"Not quite as sweet as Davey's," Grandpa said like a true cum
connoisseur. "But it has its own delicious nutty flavor," he laughed before
rolling off of me to lie on his back.

"You should know," Dad laughed back. "You've had enough of it over the
years." And with that, Dad leaned forward and stretched out on top of
me. "There's nothing like trading cum with the two most important men in my
life."

"Here, here," Grandpa agreed.

"No, here, here," I said with a laugh as I strained to reach around and
finger Dad's asshole.

"All in good time, Davey. All in good time." Dad said with a grin.

And believe me, we all three had a good time that day. We filled every
possible hole with multiple loads of hot cum before we collapsed into an
exhausted pile and went to sleep for the night.

*****

Day 4 and Beyond

The blaring alarm slowly seeped through my exhausted consciousness, and
when it did, I started to reach out for the snooze button. However, the
clock wasn't where it should have been. I felt around blindly, but it just
wasn't there. Slowly, I began to realize that someone was sucking my cock.

"Oh shit," I thought. "How long is this going to go on???!!!!!" I just
surrendered and shut my eyes again. I figured I might as well enjoy the
blowjob this time.

"That's enough, Grandpa," my dad bellowed with a laugh, and my eyes flew
open. I lifted my head and looked down to see Grandpa between my legs and
sucking on my morning wood. I looked around quickly to confirm that we were
actually in my grandpa's bedroom and not back in my own bedroom.

Grandpa stopped long enough to say, "Don't be a blowjob pooper." And then
he went right back to sucking my cock.

"Yeah, Dad," I laughed. "If Grandpa wants to give his favorite grandson a
blowjob...and maybe a Groundhog Day morning fuck...let him."

"Groundhog Day was yesterday, Son," Dad said, picking up my clothes and
throwing them at me. "You've got school today!"

"Oh, Dad," I moaned.

"Well, okay, but hurry up," Dad laughed.

Grandpa quickly resumed the blowjob he'd been giving me, and Dad eventually
crossed the room to work my nipples for me. Between the two of them, it
didn't take much longer for me to start screaming, "I'M CUMMING, DADDY. I'M
CUMMING."

"You're a good boy," Dad said seductively as he leaned in to kiss me.

I wanted to enjoy the kiss with Dad, but it was too late. My body was
beyond my control. I yanked away from Dad's kiss and screamed, "OH FUCK!"
And then I unleashed my huge morning load into Grandpa's throat.

Dad released my nipples, gave my chest a playful slap, and said, "Now get
ready for school, young man."

"Yes, sir," I sighed as I continued to pump my cock slowly into Grandpa's
mouth.

*****

I could hardly concentrate at school that day. All I could think about was
how Groundhog Day had kept repeating until I woke up in time to catch my
dad before he left home. It was like the universe telling me that I was
supposed to spend Groundhog Day fucking and sucking with Dad and
Grandpa. After that was accomplished, the universe moved on.

As usual, I remained behind after calculus class for an encounter with
Mr. Wilson. This time, he was the one who gave me a quick blowjob against
the locked classroom door. And while he was busy devouring my cock, I told
him all about my Groundhog Day experience.

When I got to the part about fucking him in the church restroom, Mr. Wilson
pulled his mouth off of my cock long enough to confirm that he
unfortunately had no memory of what I'd experienced so vividly. Instead,
he'd had a really boring weekend with the in-laws. "But," he said, "I
certainly wouldn't mind trying out the church restroom with you sometime."
With that, he went back to sucking my cock until he was rewarded with the
desired load of teen cum.

*****

My mother was shocked on the following Sunday when I eagerly offered to go
to church with her. Dad just grinned at me and shook his head. He obviously
remembered my story about Mr. Wilson and knew that was my only reason for
going to church. Of course, Mom was annoyed when I told her in the middle
of the sermon that I had to go to the restroom, but I figured the potential
reward from Mr. Wilson at that point was worth a possible lecture from Mom
later.

Sure enough, when I got down to the restroom, there was Mr. Wilson. He had
a huge grin spread all over his face in anticipation of the Groundhog Day
fucking that he was about to get, even if it was a week late for
him. Still, he wasn't complaining. He just dropped his pants and said,
"Let's get that groundhog of yours back in the hole where he belongs."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I replied as I started to unzip my pants
to release my straining cock for one more Groundhog Day celebration. And
this time, I'd make sure it was a fuck that Mr. Wilson would never forget.


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