Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 19:09:22 -0700
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Fireworks on the Fourth of July (gay/incest)

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and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


FIREWORKS ON THE FOURTH OF JULY


Independence Day was yet another occasion for a backyard barbecue at the
Robinson household. Dad was the grill master again, and Mom was the ideal
hostess. Unfortunately, after letting the men have Father's Day to
themselves, Mom insisted that this holiday was for everyone--ladies as well
as men.

I got stuck with all the preparation jobs, which kept me so busy that I
didn't have a chance to stroke out a load before the guests started to
arrive in the late afternoon. As usual, there were plenty of guests. This
particular Robinson event was always well attended every year because we
had a clear view of the fireworks that the town set off after sundown.

Speaking of clear views, I could see all of the poorly disguised looks of
disappointment on the men's faces when they arrived and realized this was
not going to be a variation of the key-exchange party.

"Is the real party up in your room?" my boyfriend, Porter, asked when he
arrived.

"Could be," I laughed.

"Oh no you don't!" Mom quickly appeared out of nowhere to correct
us. "You're staying with the rest of us, young man. No running off to your
room to play video games."

"Okay, Mom," I replied, giving Porter a resigned shrug. "We'll see what
happens when more guests arrive and she can't keep track," I added quietly.

"Sounds good," Porter conceded. "Where's the food?"

"Come on," I laughed, leading Porter into the backyard and across to the
grill, where Dad was busy flipping burgers and turning hot dogs.

"Looks good, Mr. Robinson," Porter said.

"Thanks, Porter," Dad replied with a huge smile. "What can I get you?"

"How about a burger with your secret sauce?" Porter laughed.

Dad looked over at Mom, who was busy chatting with a group of women, and
then he said, "Sorry, Porter, no secret sauce today."

"Then I guess I'll have a burger."

"Good choice," Dad said, plating up a burger and handing it to Porter. "The
fixings are over there," he added, nodding toward a table full of toppings
and sides.

"Thanks, Mr. Robinson," Porter replied, taking the plate and heading toward
the rest of the food.

"I could go for a nice sausage," I said as suggestively as I could in the
situation.

"Oh, I've got a nice juicy sausage for you, Son," Dad laughed, "but you'll
have to settle for this foot-long hot dog instead," he added as he plated
up a hot dog for me.

"At least it's long," I said, taking the plate. "Thanks, Dad."

*****

I hung out with Porter and Larry for the rest of the afternoon, but every
time we tried to slip away, Mom caught us. My balls were getting desperate,
and more than once, I had to sit down with a plate in my lap to hide a
boner. I just wanted to start running around the yard and sucking on any
cock I could pull out of any guy's pants.

"Come on," Porter hissed late in the afternoon when he, Larry, and I were
leaning against the backyard gardening shed.

I looked at him with surprise, but he just grabbed my arm and yanked me
around the corner of the shed and out of sight.

"We can't...," I objected but with little conviction.

"Shut up, get on your knees, and open your mouth," Porter ordered as he
frantically undid his belt and jeans. By the time I hit my knees, he had
his jeans shoved down onto his hips and his cock and balls were on
display. He bent his knees slightly and leaned back against the shed as he
began to stroke his stiffening cock.

"Hurry up," I laughed. My heart was racing, because there was a cock in my
face and a huge group of people on the other side of the shed. Any one of
them could decide to have a look around at any moment, and most of them
would be surprised to discover what was going on behind the garden shed.

Porter's fist was flying up and down his cock, and his balls were slapping
against the front of his jeans. When a bead of shiny precum appeared in his
piss slit, I quickly leaned in and flicked my tongue across the cock head
and lapped up the precum. "Oh yeah," Porter groaned as his knees buckled a
little more.

"Mmmmm, good," I murmured before leaning in and applying my tongue more
firmly to the head of Porter's cock. I had to be careful to avoid having a
fistful of knuckles smack me in the forehead, but I was rewarded with more
sweet precum. Porter shortened his strokes without slowing his pace, and I
was able to wrap my lips around the cock head and an inch of the shaft. I
worked my tongue all over the tip of Porter's cock and swirled around the
flared corona.

"Oh yeah," Porter groaned when I finally reached up and got a firm grip on
his flapping balls. I squeezed them a bit, trying to help expel the cum
that was filling them nearly to the bursting point. "Oh god, Davey," Porter
moaned softly as his fist sped up, becoming little more than a blur as it
flew up and down his cock shaft.

"No, Mrs. Robinson," Larry called out, breaking my concentration. "I
haven't seen Davey. He must be inside somewhere." I made a quick mental
note to thank Larry for the warning and the mother block.

"HERE IT CUMS!" Porter hissed as he finally released his cock, grabbed me
by the hair, and began thrusting his cock into my hungry mouth. The head
began pounding against the back of my throat. I released his balls and
grabbed his thighs instead, which allowed his balls to start slapping
against my chin. "OH FUCK," Porter grunted with one final thrust as his cum
began to gush from his balls, up his shaft, out of his cock, and into my
mouth.

"Ungh," I grunted as I tried to keep up with the flood of cum that was
suddenly filling my throat. I pushed Porter's hips back slightly to get the
tip of his cock in a better position to coat my tongue with that hot, salty
cum. Load after load after load flew into my mouth. I savored what I could
and swallowed what I had to in order not to drown in the deluge of cum.

"Oh yeah," Porter sighed as he relaxed against the garden shed and I
suckled on his satisfied cock.

"I think he's getting some special sauce, Mr. Robinson," Larry called out,
and I could hear my dad chuckling.

"Was that special enough?" Porter asked.

"Oh yeah," I confirmed. "Thanks. I just wish I had a burger to put it on."

"Maybe next time," Porter laughed. "Come on, before your mother comes
back."

I stood up and gave Porter a deep kiss, letting him savor some of the
flavor of his own cum. As he leaned back, put his cock and balls away, and
started fastening his jeans again, Porter smiled and said, "Mmmm, mmmm,
good, even if I do say so myself."

*****

"You and me, my room, as soon as you can," I whispered as I walked behind
Dad. Darkness was falling and he was chatting with some of our other
playmates, so I didn't worry all that much about being heard.

"What about us?" Coach Jackson laughed as he elbowed Dad.

"Later if you're lucky," I threw back as I walked away. The growing
darkness helped to hide my exit from my mother's eagle eyes. Of course, the
fact that Porter and Larry were intentionally distracting her for me didn't
hurt either.

Dad arrived in my bedroom only a couple minutes behind me, but by then I
was already naked and a few surprises were in position. "Let's get to it,"
Dad said as he closed and locked my bedroom door. He quickly unzipped his
jeans, reached in, and pulled his cock and balls out. He grinned at me and
waited.

"Get naked," I ordered.

"We don't have time, Son."

"Get naked," I repeated firmly.

"You're the boss," Dad laughed as he started to remove his clothes.

"Now you're catching on," I said with a wicked grin.

Dad looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then he dropped the last of
his clothes on the floor before saying, "Yes, Son."

"On the bed," I ordered.

Dad stretched out on my bed and gave his stiff cock a few slow strokes
while I watched. I stroked my own engorged cock a few times before climbing
on the bed and straddling Dad's broad chest. Dad spread his arms and just
grinned at me. I'm sure he was expecting me to feed him my cock, but I had
other things in mind. I inched forward and pinned his arms with my
knees. "Comfortable?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Dad moaned.

"That's good," I replied leaning forward and letting Dad swipe his tongue
over the head of my cock. He sighed while I gripped the headboard with one
hand and reached under the pillow with the other. While Dad was distracted
by savoring my precum, I pulled one pair of handcuffs out from under the
pillows and attached it to the headboard. I then switched hands and pulled
another pair of handcuffs out from under the other side of the pillows and
attached it to the headboard.

"More, Son, more," Dad begged. I obliged him by inching forward a little
and sending a more of my cock into his mouth. As I did so, I ran my right
hand down his arm and clamped it around his wrist. He didn't realize
anything was going on until I raised his wrist and clamped it in the
handcuffs. With my cock still in his mouth, he turned his head to see what
the sudden feel of steel on his wrists meant. Before he could process it
completely, I grabbed his other wrist and quickly had it cuffed to the
other side of the headboard.

"There," I said. With my first mission accomplished, I sat back, pulling my
cock out of Dad's mouth.

"What the fuck?" Dad asked, but he didn't sound too angry.

"Graduation presents from Coach and Mr. Wilson," I said with a smile. "You
like?"

Dad hesitated for a moment as we just stared at each other. "Oh yeah," he
finally muttered. I knew he wasn't lying, because when I continued to scoot
backward down his body, I quickly came into contact with his stiff cock.

"I have another present too," I said, leaning over to the nightstand and
opening the top drawer.

"What is it?" Dad asked eagerly. "Oh shit!" he muttered when I held up a
thick eight-inch dildo.

"Remember my gift from Santa?"

"Oh, Son," he groaned. I honestly couldn't tell whether he was nervous or
excited.

"Think you can take this?"

"I'd rather take your cock."

"All in good time," I replied as I pulled a tube of lube out of the
nightstand and climbed all the way back between Dad's legs.

"Your mom," Dad protested lamely.

"Porter and Larry are keeping her busy," I assured him.

"Still, you'd better get on with it," he advised before closing his eyes. I
watched with surprise as he quickly threw his legs in the air and caught
his feet under the handcuffs.

"You've done this before," I observed.

Dad opened his eyes and grinned at me. "Once or twice," he said before
closing his eyes again and surrendering himself to whatever I wanted to do
with his body.

The sight of Dad's hairy asshole managed to distract me from my original
plan. I had to taste it. I leaned in and quickly flicked my tongue over his
tight pink pucker. That elicited a surprised groan and shudder from Dad. I
repeated the flicker, and this time Dad begged, "Eat me, Son, eat me."

"Oh yeah," I moaned before digging my tongue into his flexing opening. My
mouth was immediately rewarded with the taste of Dad's salty sweat while my
nose was assaulted with his musky scent.

"Deeper, Son," Dad begged, and I forced my tongue farther into Dad's ass. I
dug as deep as I could while rubbing my nose in the wet hair that
surrounded his opening. "Oh yeah, Son," Dad groaned, "eat my hairy ass."

I feasted on Dad's skin and hair and scent as long as I could before
returning to my original plan. He moaned some minor objections when I
stopped rimming him, but when he heard the lube top flip, he knew we were
moving on, and he waited patiently while I squeezed lube onto my index
finger. I teased him a bit by just spreading the lube on and around his
pucker, which opened and closed in eager anticipation. When Dad groaned, I
asked cheekily, "You like that?"

"Oh yes, Son, but stop teasing me," he begged.

"Okay, Dad, relax," I said soothingly as I finally pressed my index finger
through Dad's pucker and drove it all the way in as far as it would go.

"Oh yeah," Dad moaned as I began to explore and gently fucked the finger in
and out. "More, Son, more," Dad continued to beg.

"Patience is a virtue," I replied, suppressing a laugh. However, I decided
to oblige his request and slid in a second finger.

"Oh yeah," Dad sighed as I worked both fingers to open him up and begin the
lubing process. When I added a third finger and even more lube, Dad began
groaning helplessly.

"I never knew you were such a bottom," I said with real surprise.

"I like anything that makes me feel as good as I feel right now, Son."

"Good to know," I observed, giving him a few more slow but deep finger
fucks. "Let's see how this feels," I said ominously as I finally pulled my
fingers out of Dad's ass and began to apply lube to the thick eight-inch
dildo.

"Go for it, Son," Dad said after lifting his head to see what I was doing.

"I plan to," I assured him as I pressed the head of the lubed dildo at his
back door. "Open wide, Dad." He took a huge breath, and I could feel his
ass relaxing as the dildo slowly began to penetrate. He let out a deep
groan when the head suddenly pushed passed all resistance and popped
inside. I paused until his quick breathing settled back into a steady
rhythm, and then I began to press the dildo slowly into his ass. Deeper and
deeper and deeper. "Oh yeah," Dad groaned as I filled him. "Thank you,
Santa," he moaned when he was fully impaled on the fake cock.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the present as much as I have in the past six
months," I said. "It sure has satisfied my ass when I couldn't get the real
thing."

"I've tried my best," Dad laughed. "Oh god yes!" he groaned as I slowly
began to fuck him with the dildo. "Fuck me, Son, fuck me."

For a while, I just stared at the look of ecstasy on Dad's face as I worked
his ass with the dildo. I'd never seen this side of him. He'd let me fuck
him before, but this was the first time I just got to relax and watch the
waves of pleasure washing over Dad with every penetration. Eventually, I
wrapped my fist around Dad's dripping cock and began stroking him along
with the penetration, and he groaned with the full pleasure of total
stimulation. I then leaned in and began licking his balls while keeping
both hands busy, and Dad groaned, "Oh fuck, Son, you're too good to me."

"It's easy when you taste this good," I replied, dragging my tongue along
the underside of Dad's cock shaft and quickly engulfing the precum-leaking
head.

"Oh god," Dad moaned.

Those were the last words spoken for the next few minutes. I continued to
stimulate Dad's cock and ass, and he continued to writhe in response to the
stimulation. Finally, Dad groaned, "If you're planning on fucking me with
your own cock, you'd better do it now. I don't know how much longer I can
last under this attack."

I let Dad's cock slip out of my mouth, licked my lips to catch every drop
of his precum, and said, "Whatever you want."

Dad opened his eyes and looked at me with a grin on his face as I sat back
and slowly pulled the dildo out of his ass. He groaned when the fake cock
popped out of his ass, but he quickly recovered, flexed his wrists a few
times in the handcuffs, and then took a firm grip on the handcuff links
that were attached to the headboard. "Fuck me, Son," he said as I moved
into position between his legs and aimed my rock-hard cock at his
well-lubed, wide-open asshole.

"You don't have to tell me twice, Dad." I laughed and took a firm hold on
my cock to direct it at Dad's slick opening.

"Glad to hear it," he laughed in response before closing his eyes and
letting his head drop back against the pillow.

"Oh yeah," I sighed as my cock easily slipped into Dad's ass. There was
almost no resistance at all as I continued to press deeper and deeper and
deeper.

"That's it, Son," Dad sighed as my cock bottomed out and my pubes pressed
against his ass cheeks. I could feel him gradually tightening his ass on my
cock, and as he clamped tighter, I became more and more eager. Just when I
thought Dad couldn't tighten his ass any more, he muttered, "Okay, Son,
really fuck me."

"Oh yeah," I groaned as I pulled my cock slowly out of his grasping asshole
and then slowly drove it deep again. "Damn, you're tight, Dad," I muttered
as I repeated the motion.

"I'm surprised after the workout you gave me with that dildo," Dad
laughed. "Oh, that feels so good, Son." I continued fucking him with slow
and steady but deep motions until he urged, "Faster, Son, faster."

"Oh yeah," I repeated as I picked up the pace and was soon slamming my cock
into Dad's ass. He groaned with every penetration, and he yanked
reflexively at the handcuffs.

"That's it, Son, use my ass good," Dad groaned. I finally grabbed his cock
again and began stroking him as I fucked him. "Oh yeah, Son. Thanks."

"Any time," I laughed as I kept stimulating his ass and his cock. "Can you
cum with me, Dad? I really want you to cum with me."

"Anything you want, Son. I can do anything you want."

"Then shoot without me stroking you," I said seriously as I released his
cock. It slapped back against his stomach as I grabbed his thighs with both
hands to steady my deep, hard fucking. "I wanna fuck the cum right out of
you."

"If anyone can do it, Son, you can. Oh fuck yeah. Harder, Son, harder!"

I was so focused on watching my cock slide in and out of Dad's asshole that
I didn't even notice when the doorknob was suddenly rattled. I just kept
fucking Dad. "Davey, are you in there?" Mom called out.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I continued to pound Dad's asshole.

"Keep going, Son," Dad whispered. "Don't stop!"

"Oh god," I groaned softly.

"Have you seen your Dad?" Mom asked.

"I'm sure he's having a good time somewhere," I called back.

"It's not very nice of you to leave Larry and Porter alone to come up here
and play video games," Mom persisted.

"I'm almost finished!" I called out with as steady a voice as I could
manage without interrupting my smooth fucking motion.

"Well, hurry up," she responded. "You're being rude."

"I'M CUMMING!" I screamed. "I'M CUMMING!"

"There's no reason to be testy, young man. Hurry up. I don't plan to miss
the fireworks waiting for you."

I assumed she left at that point, but I really didn't care. I really was
cumming. I gripped Dad's thighs with fists of steel and slammed my cock
repeatedly as deep and as hard as I could. "I'M CUMMING, DAD," I hissed.

"Me too, Son," Dad groaned as his hard cock suddenly began flexing and
jumping on his stomach.

"OH FUCK!" I groaned as I planted my cock as deep as I could and began to
unleash my torrent of cum in my dad's ass just as fireworks began to
explode outside my bedroom window.

"FILL ME, SON. FILL ME!" Dad groaned as his ass clamped down on me and his
own cock began to spew forth load after load of cum. It splattered over his
stomach and chest as he continued to groan and writhe under me.

"OH DAD," I moaned as my cock continued to spasm and empty my balls of
every drop of cum. "I needed this so bad," I finally sighed.

"Me too, Son," Dad laughed. I felt his body begin to relax under me as I
released my grip on his thighs and sat back.

"Happy Fourth of July, Dad."

"You too," he replied. "You know, I don't think anyone has ever fucked me
so good before that I saw fireworks."

"Fuck you," I laughed, slapping him on the ass and climbing off of the
bed. "Just for that, you can stay there while I go back to the party." I
wiped my cock on a dirty shirt and started to get dressed. "Maybe I'll even
leave the door open so anyone else who wants to come up here and use that
juicy ass of yours can be my guest."

"You little shit," Dad replied with a grin as he unhooked his legs from
under the handcuffs and finally let them fall back down on the
mattress. "Where's the key?"

"What key?" I asked innocently as I finished dressing.

"You'll be sorry."

"I don't think you're in any position to be making threats," I replied with
a smile. "Still, since you managed to cum without stroking, I guess you
earned your independence." I pulled the key out of my jeans pocket and
opened the cuffs.

"I hope no one notices the red marks," Dad said as he sat up and rubbed his
wrists.

"I'm sure they'll be noticing other things if you don't clean all that cum
off of yourself."

"You've got a point there," Dad chuckled. I figured he would grab something
from my dirty clothes pile and wipe himself clean. Instead, he looked at my
nightstand and saw a water glass. He gave me a wicked grin before grabbing
the glass and running the edge repeatedly across his hairy chest and
stomach to gather up all the cum he could. Holding up the glass and
smiling, Dad asked, "Do you think Porter still wants a burger with my
secret sauce?"

"I think that's a good bet," I laughed. "Come on. Let's go ask him." I took
the glass of cum from Dad and waited for him to get dressed.

When we finally headed back to the party, the handcuffs were still dangling
from my headboard and the dildo was still in the middle of my bed. I hoped
I would get another chance to use them that night, especially if Dad's
secret sauce had the desired effect on Porter. Unfortunately, once Mom
spotted me returning to the party, she never let me out of her sight again
that night. Still, Porter and I, and several other men for that matter, got
to enjoy using my toys during plenty of other encounters that summer. Even
Dad requested them again occasionally when he was feeling that certain itch
that I was always glad to scratch.

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real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;)

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