Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2014 19:25:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Irish Bottoms Up (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...


IRISH BOTTOMS UP

"Please, Porter," I begged. "Please. I really want it."

"I don't know, Davey," Porter groaned as he slid his cock almost all the
way out of my asshole.

"Larry wants it too," I sighed.

"I'm sure he does," Porter panted, slamming his cock into me with full
force.

"You won't regret it," I said, tightening my ass on Porter's dick as it
slithered back out.

"Oh god, Davey!" Porter grunted. "We'll see. We'll see. We'll see." Porter
rolled his eyes back into his head and worked my ass steadily with his
amazingly satisfying cock.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, thank you, Porter," I screamed when
my body couldn't hold back any longer. I had to let him know how much I
appreciated the fucking as well as his promise to help me and Larry. My own
cock started spraying cum all over my stomach.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, DAVEY," Porter bellowed as he thrust his cock into me and
unleashed his own load of cum to fill my pulsing ass. While Porter
continued to tremble with each orgasmic spasm, I reached down and spread my
cum all over my body. I sighed at the feeling of the warm cum coating my
skin, and then I raised my hand to lick it clean.

Porter exhaled the breath he'd been holding for several seconds, and then
he collapsed on top of me. He quickly pressed his lips to mine and then
forced his tongue forward to share the taste of my cum. I could feel
Porter's cock slowly slipping out of my ass. He broke our kiss and started
sliding down across my body. As he went lower, Porter lapped up what stray
cum hadn't stuck to his own body or run off of my body and down onto the
sheets.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I laughed.

"Definitely," Porter muttered before he sucked my softening dick into his
mouth to obtain the remaining drops of my cum directly from the source.

"Oh yeah," I sighed, but then Porter let my cock slip from his mouth and he
continued lower. His tongue ran down over my balls as his hands grabbed the
back of my thighs firmly and forced them up into the air, exposing my
abused asshole. I sighed again when Porter's tongue suddenly came into
contact with my pucker. My body relaxed. I could feel my asshole opening up
and a trickle of Porter's cum dribbling down my crack.

"Fuck yeah," Porter growled as he quickly lapped up the dribbling cum. He
then pressed forward and forced his tongue into my ass in search of more
cum.

"Yeah, eat your own cum out of my ass," I laughed before grunting with pure
pleasure at the feeling of his tongue penetrating me. Slurping sounds
filled my bedroom as Porter tried to regain every drop of cum that he'd
just injected into my ass.

"Man, that was amazing, Davey," Porter said when he finally sat back
licking his lips.

"You're telling me," I laughed, nodding toward my cock, which was well on
the way back to stiffness.

Porter laughed and stretched out on top of me. "I think you've definitely
earned those beers for St. Patrick's Day."

"What about Larry?" I asked.

"From the feel of your inflating cock," Porter laughed, "I'm guessing
you're willing to earn Larry's share of beers as well."

"Does my big leprechaun want to go for a ride?" I asked with a wink.

"You know it," Porter said eagerly as he prepared to slide his ass onto my
fully recovered cock.

*****

After school on St. Patrick's Day, I jumped in my little red sports car and
rushed across town to pick up Porter so he could fulfill his promise. When
I got to the house, Porter's dad, opened the door.

"Well, Davey," Mr. Baxter said, unconsciously licking his lips. "What a
pleasant surprise."

"Hey, Mr. Baxter. What's up?"

"Me, pretty soon," he replied, slowly massaging his crotch. "Are you
enjoying the car?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "Thanks again for the great deal."

"I'm ready for your next installment whenever you are," Mr. Baxter said,
tracing the outline of his now hard cock.

"I'm looking forward to it," I said, stepping closer to Mr. Baxter and
pressing my palm against his cock. Mr. Baxter reflexively closed his eyes
and moaned with pleasure. "But I have to run an errand with Porter," I
continued.

"Damn," Mr. Baxter said with obvious disappointment. "Later?"

"Aren't you going to my parents' party this evening?"

"Yeah," he said, now grinding his hard cock against my palm. "Are you going
to be in your room?"

"No, Porter invited me to a party here."

"Here? He didn't tell me about any party."

"Just a few of the guys," I said casually. "If you get bored, why don't you
come back and join us. I don't think you'll be disappointed."

"What about Porter?"

"Don't worry about him," I said casually as I reached lower and gripped
Mr. Baxter's balls through his trousers. "Okay?"

"Oh fuck, Davey," Mr. Baxter groaned. "I'm going to cum here and now if you
keep that up."

"Hey, Davey!" Porter called as he came bouncing down the stairs.

"Hey!" I said, stepping back from his dad. "What kept you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Porter laughed. "Come on." He grabbed my hand,
which had an instant before been holding his dad's balls, and dragged me
out the door. "See you later, Dad," he called over his shoulder.

"See you later, Mr. Baxter," I said, looking over my shoulder and giving
him a big smile.

"Later, boys," Mr. Baxter replied, giving his cock one more stroke just for
me.

*****

"So, what kind do you want?" Porter asked as we stood in front of the beer
selections at the local liquor store.

"I don't care. Whatever you like?"

"This is my usual," Porter said, picking up a case of bottled beer. "He
might get suspicious if I buy something else."

"A whole case?" I was definitely surprised.

"Always be prepared," Porter laughed. He turned and walked up to the
counter. I followed him.

"Having a St. Patrick's party?" the clerk asked when Porter placed the beer
on the counter. "Hey, Davey."

"Hey," I replied with some surprise. The clerk was James Flower. He was a
year older than Porter, but I remembered him as the all-star senior when I
was still in junior high. I didn't figure he had a clue who I was.

"Yeah, I'm having a party, or something like that," Porter said, giving me
a grin.

"Well, Porter, normally, this wouldn't be a problem," James said, "but if
you're buying this for your friend, that's a problem."

"Give me a break, James," Porter laughed.

"I know for a fact that Davey is not old enough to be drinking beer," James
continued seriously. "I could get into trouble for selling it to you
knowing you were going to pass it along to him."

"I'm buying this to take home for myself," Porter continued trying to
bluff.

I nervously glanced back and forth between Porter and James as they settled
into a silent face-off. Finally, James turned his attention to me and
stared at me long and hard. I tried not to flinch as James then let his
eyes travel up and down my body. I knew there was a definitely solution
when James's jeans began to display the distinct outline of a stiffening
cock.

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" I asked, stepping over to
the door, turning the lock, and flipping the sign around to "Closed."

"Davey," Porter said nervously.

"I want to do this," I said casually, locking eyes with James and then
flicking my eyes down toward his cock, so he knew exactly what I was
talking about.

"Maybe Davey and I should discuss this in the back," James said, still
looking at me.

"Okay," I replied.

"Are you sure, Davey?" Porter asked.

"Definitely," I said, giving Porter a quick smile. "After you, James."

"We'll be right back," James said, making it clear that Porter wasn't
invited.

I followed James to the back of the store. His ass definitely looked
appealing in those tight jeans, and I knew I wanted to fuck
him. Unfortunately, for now, I figured he had something else in mind.

James held open the door to the back storage room and let me slide past him
to enter. He then followed me in and closed the door. I turned and faced
him. We stood like that for a few seconds, sizing each other up, before I
finally said, "So?"

"I've heard a few rumors about you," James replied.

"Oh yeah?" I responded casually.

"You're not the only basketball star who's received extra attention from
Coach."

"Oh yeah?" I repeated.

"Are you saying Coach would lie to me?"

"I didn't say that."

"He told me you had quite a consolation party after you lost in the state
playoffs."

"You could say that."

"He said you take cock like a pro," James laughed.

"You could say that," I said with my own laugh.

"Well?"

"Is that your condition for completing Porter's sale?" I asked coyly.

"Sounds fair to me."

"Well, let's get this deal settled, then." I turned my back to James, undid
my jeans, and shoved them down to expose my jockstrapped ass. I'd worn the
jockstrap for Porter, but it was now proving to be a lucky choice.

"Nice," James muttered. I heard his zipper and knew he wasn't going to
waste any time. I leaned forward, grabbed the edge of a shelf filled with
liquor bottles, and waited. I felt James spread my ass cheeks wide before
spitting a huge supply of saliva directly on my pucker. I felt one of his
thumbs begin to force the saliva into my ass. This was going to be a rough
ride. I tried to relax to make the penetration as easy as possible. James
removed his free hand, and when I heard him spit again and again, I knew he
was getting his cock slick and ready. He spit one more load of saliva on my
pucker and then asked, "Ready?"

"Whenever you are." I could feel James stepping closer, and then his cock
head touched my asshole. I took a huge breath and tried to relax. A sharp
slap on my ass caused me to inhale even deeper than I thought was possible,
and while I was inhaling, James was pressing his cock forward. As much as I
tried to relax, there was still resistance, but James didn't give up. He
kept pressing forward until his cock finally popped through my asshole and
rushed a couple inches up my ass. I started panting fast, trying to recover
from the invasion.

"Okay?" James asked, waiting for me to give him permission to continue.

I tried to get my breathing under control and relax my ass. After a short
recovery time, I was finally able to say, "Okay."

"Oh yeah, this is better than okay," James sighed as he pressed forward and
slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. "Coach wasn't kidding
when he said your ass was tight. I figured it was just tight on his huge
cock, but your ass is even tight on my more reasonable cock."

"I try," I said, with a combined moan and laugh.

"Get ready to close Porter's deal," James ordered.

"Go for it."

James gave my ass another sharp slap before he quickly withdrew his cock
and then slammed it balls-deep into my ass. I grunted at the invasion,
which produced both sudden pain and extreme pleasure. James took my grunt
for continued consent and repeated the withdrawal and powerful thrust. He
quickly got into a steady fucking rhythm, and I continued to grunt every
time I got filled with that eager cock.

My grip tightened on the storage shelf, and the bottles began to shake with
every powerful thrust of James's cock. The noise of rattling bottles and
flesh slapping flesh mingled with my grunts and James's moans as he began
to piston my ass hard, fast, and deep.

"Oh, fuck, Davey, your ass feels as good as Johnny's," James grunted,
referring to Coach's son.

"You should try us together sometime," I managed to reply.

"That would be so fucking hot!" James groaned, increasing his pace even
more than I thought possible.

"And my friend Larry," I groaned.

"Larry Black?" James said with surprise.

"Oh yeah," I said, "he's always looking for new cock."

"Now you're talking."

"I bet you have a tight ass too," I said, trying to sound out the
possibilities while James was distracted.

"Maybe I'll let you try it sometime," James grunted before bellowing, "Oh
fuck, Davey!"

"Yeah, James, fill my ass with your hot cum! CUM IN ME, JAMES!"

"Oh, Davey, Davey, Davey. Oh god! I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, James. DO IT!"

James let out a roar and thrust his cock as deep in my ass as he
could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," me mummer with each quivering spasm that
deposited more fresh cum in my asshole.

"Is the deal concluded?" I asked with an unsteady laugh.

"Oh, fuck yeah," James sighed as he relaxed his grip on my hips. "Deal
done," he added, grabbing the waistband of my jockstrap and pulling it back
slightly before releasing it to snap back on my flesh with a nice stinging
sensation.

"Porter's waiting," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah," James laughed. "Sorry about that." James slowly withdrew his
cock until it popped free, leaving my ass feeling both full of cum and
empty of cock. I released my grip on the shelf and started to pull up my
jeans, but James said quickly, "Wait a second." I looked over my shoulder
to see James grab a cloth off a nearby shelf. He then ran the cloth between
my ass checks to wipe up the stray saliva and cum.

"Thanks," I said, pulling my jeans up after James had finished.

"Might come in handy later," James said, closing his eyes and taking a
whiff of the saliva, cum, and ass juices on the cloth.

"Turnabout is fair play," I said, dropping to my knees and quickly sucking
James's cock into my mouth and licking it clean.

"Oh damn," James groaned as his legs almost gave out and he gripped my head
to steady himself. "You're definitely as talented as Coach claimed."

"Thanks," I said, letting his cleaned cock slip out of my mouth. I licked
my lips and grinned up at him.

"Does Porter know?" James asked as he tucked his cock back in his trousers
and straightened himself out.

"Well, he probably doesn't think we're having an intellectual debate back
here," I laughed.

"No, I guess not," James laughed, taking one more whiff of the cloth before
tucking it into his pocket.

When we were both presentable again, James and I emerged from the storage
room. Porter looked at us and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Deal completed," James confirmed.

"With an added case thrown in for free," I whispered, stopping by the beer.

A surprised look crossed James's face, and then he said, "Oh, what the
hell. You earned it." He headed on to the register to ring up Porter's
purchase of the first case. I picked up the second case and joined
them. "All set?" I asked.

"Two cases," Porter asked with surprise.

"No charge," James clarified. "Davey's very persuasive," he added as he
handed Porter the change.

"Tell me about it," Porter smiled. "He convinced me to give him a great
deal on his new car."

"We should get together and talk about it sometime," James said
suggestively.

"I think we'd like that, wouldn't we, Davey?" Porter asked.

"Definitely," I said. "Now, let's get going before I drop this beer."

"Happy St. Patrick's Day," James said, grabbing a plastic green bowler hat
from under the counter and planting it on my head. "You're definitely one
leprechaun who can work miracles."

*****

As I drove us back to Porter's house, I told Porter everything that had
happened with James in the backroom. Porter boned fast and couldn't resist
forcing his hand into his tight jeans to wrap his fist around his hard cock
as I continued the story. He worked his cock as well as he could in such
confined conditions. At a couple points, I thought he was going to cream
his pants, but he managed to hold on until we reached his house.

I got out of the car and started to get the beer out of the trunk, but
Porter slammed the trunk shut, grabbed my hand, and dragged me into his
house. We were barely inside with the door closed before Porter yanked my
jeans down, spun me around, and shoved me forward. Fortunately, I managed
to catch myself by planting my palms against the front door.

I looked over my shoulder to see Porter already on his knees with his face
right at my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and plunged his face forward. I
couldn't believe the animal noises he was making as his tongue ravaged my
asshole. I felt him sticking his tongue into my ass as far as he could in
search of any remaining trace of James's cum.

When he'd had his fill or had given up on finding more, Porter stood up and
swept me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he
carried me up the stairs like a bride on her wedding night.

Porter literally tossed me on his bed and figuratively began ripping his
clothes off. I removed everything of my own except for the jockstrap, which
Porter insisted that I keep on. He then flipped me over and pulled me up to
my knees. I didn't see where the lube came from, but I yelped when he first
applied that cold stuff to my asshole and began to work it in with his
fingers.

"I didn't know me getting fucked by James would turn you on so much," I
said honestly.

"Neither did I," Porter panted. "But the idea of you getting fucked while I
was right outside the door is so fucking hot! Besides," he said as I felt
his cock pressing at my asshole, "I want to make sure you know that in the
end, you're mine now." And with that, he pressed his hips forward and drove
his cock up my ass.

"YES!" I screamed. "No matter who else I'm ever with, you know I'm yours,
Porter!"

"Oh, Davey," he groaned as he began to fuck my ass with obvious urgency. "I
need this so bad. I need to fill you with my seed. I need to possess you
fully."

"I'm yours, Porter. I'm yours. Take me. Use me. HARDER, PORTER!" I yelled.

"OH FUCK, DAVEY, I'M GONNA CUM!"

"Yes, Porter. Yes. FUCK ME, PORTER! Fill me with cum. Mark me as yours."

"YES!" Porter bellowed as he thrust his cock into me and began to unleash
the load that had been building up during our drive home. "OH YES!" he
screamed as his cock flexed inside me and filled me with load after load
after load of hot cum. "Oh, Davey," he finally sighed as he collapsed onto
my back and I collapsed onto my stomach.

"Wow," I laughed. "I guess you really needed that."

"Sorry. I really did."

"No need to apologize to me," I said. "I enjoyed it as much as you did."

"That's impossible," Porter said as he began to lick the back of my neck.

"Well, I think my jockstrap full of cum would beg to contradict you," I
said.

"No way," Porter laughed as he forced his hand under my stomach and worked
it down into my jockstrap. "I'll be damned," he said as he pulled a
cum-covered hand back out of my jockstrap and confirmed that I had cum in
my jockstrap when Porter was cumming in my ass. "You're amazing," Porter
said, looking at his hand.

"I know," I said, pulling his hand closer so I could lick it clean.

"My turn," Porter said. I felt him quickly slide down my back and part my
cheeks before diving in again to work my asshole over with his tongue. When
he'd dredged up and eaten every drop of his own cum, he flipped me over and
pulled my jockstrap down to free my cum-covered cock. Not wasting a second,
Porter quickly began licking and sucking my cock clean. "Mmmmmm," he sighed
as he climbed back on top of me and settled in for a long, gentle kissing
session.

*****

Eventually, Porter and I slipped our jeans back on to go out to the car and
get the beer. We put what we could into the refrigerator to get it cold and
left the rest on the kitchen counter. We each had a quick beer before
deciding that we were both beginning to reek of cum and sex in general.

Porter took me by the hand and led me back upstairs to the bathroom, where
we had a relaxing warm shower and washed every nook and cranny we could
find on each other. And then Porter, taking his time under the driving
water, fucked my ass again and deposited another load of cum in me while my
cum sprayed all over the shower wall. Naturally, I licked the wall clean
while Porter licked my ass clean, and then we washed all over again.

*****

A couple more beers later in the kitchen, Porter decided that I should stay
overnight. He wasn't going to allow me to drive in my condition, and I
gladly agreed. He took me by the hand and led me back up to his
bedroom. Things were looking up again, and I automatically began to
undress.

"Try these for size," Porter said, turning away from his dresser with a
pair of green-and-white striped cotton pajamas in his hands.

"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed. I finished undressing and took the
pajamas from Porter.

"Damn, you have a nice body," Porter sighed.

"Yours ain't so bad either," I laughed. "Are you going to let me see it
again?"

"Can't get enough of my Irish shillelagh, can you," Porter laughed as he
stripped off his clothes.

"Are you Irish?" I asked, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, on both sides," Porter confirmed as he pulled a pair of white silk
pajamas out of his dresser and turned back around. "But I definitely get
this shillelagh from my dad's side," he added, grabbing his cock and waving
it at me.

"Definitely," I agreed. "I can see the family resemblance."

"I forgot," Porter said. There was a hint of disappointment in his demeanor
as he let go of his cock and slipped on his pajamas.

"Nice," I said, stepping up to Porter and running my hands over the fabric
on his chest. The silk was smooth, and I was rewarded when Porter's nipples
became hard. I unbuttoned the top button and reached my hand inside the
pajamas to caress Porter's nipples. With my other hand, I reached down into
the pajama bottoms to fondle Porter's semi-stiff cock.

"Another beer?" Porter asked as he roughly removed my hands from inside his
pajamas.

"Sure," I replied.

Without another word, Porter turned and left the room. I was confused by
the sudden change in tone, but I started to follow him anyway. Before I was
out of the bedroom, my cell phone rang. It was Larry. He said he couldn't
make it over after all, but he made me promise to save a few beers for him.

*****

Some cable channel was running "The Quiet Man" in honor of the holiday, so
Porter and I curled up on the sofa to watch it together. We each had a beer
in hand, and several reserve bottles were sitting on the coffee table.

Between the afternoon of sex and the beers I'd already had, I was feeling
rather exhausted. I had my head resting on Porter's silk-covered chest, and
his arm was around my shoulder. I could hear and feel his heart beating
steadily. I closed my eyes and slowly slipped my hand through the front
opening in Porter's pajama bottoms. He didn't respond, and I just let my
hand rest comfortably on top of his soft cock. After a few seconds, I felt
Porter softly kiss the top of my head and squeeze my shoulder, but that was
it.

The noise from the cross-country brawl in the movie was barely seeping into
my consciousness as I was drifting off to sleep, but I was yanked wide
awake when Mr. Baxter roared, "What the hell's going on here?"

"Dad!" Porter responded, lifting his arm from around my shoulder.

"Davey?" my own dad added, stepping around Mr. Baxter.

"Dad?" I asked still groggy from the sleep and the beer. I could barely
focus on the fact that he was wearing a pair of dark green shorts and a
t-shirt with a huge shamrock on it. I was so out of it that I didn't bother
pulling my hand out of Porter's pajama bottoms.

"We're just watching a movie," Porter said, not realizing the problem with
the location of my hand.

"Among other things," Mr. Baxter said gruffly.

"Have you been drinking, Davey?" my dad asked, trying to focus the
discussion.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still not quite grasping the situation.

"Mr. Baxter needed a lift home from our party," Dad responded, "so I gave
him one."

"Oh," I said. "Well, I had one too many too, so Porter said I could stay
here tonight. Do you want me to go home with you?"

"You know your mother and I don't want you drinking," Dad reprimanded
me. "Not at your age."

"Don't blame Porter," I said.

"I'm not. I'm blaming you," Dad clarified. "You know the rules. I think I'm
going to have to punish you." Dad unbuckled his belt and slipped it off.

"Now, Shawn," Mr. Baxter interrupted. "I don't think that's necessary, do
you?"

"Maybe you should let me punish my own son in my own way," Dad said calmly,
"and you can punish your own son in your own way."

Dad and Mr. Baxter went into a silent stare-off, but my attention was
pulled away from them when I suddenly felt Porter's cock beginning to
stiffen under my hand, which still remained inside his pajama bottoms. I
squeezed Porter's cock, which made him jump. Now that he remembered where
my hand was, he quickly jerked it out of his pajamas while our dads still
weren't looking. Porter also forced me to sit up straight, so there was no
more body contact.

Even in my inebriated state, I knew all the playacting was ridiculous. "I'm
ready for my punishment," I said, looking at my dad.

"That's better, Son," Dad said with a smile as he folded his belt in
half. "Stand up." I did as he said, and he sat down in my place beside
Porter. "Assume the position," Dad ordered, and I immediately leaned down
over his lap. "Bottoms," he said. Just that one word, but I knew want he
wanted. I lifted my hips and pushed the pajama bottoms down to my knees. I
then lowered my weight again so my stiff cock was pressed against Dad's
exposed thigh.

"Shawn," Mr. Baxter objected, "maybe you should take care of this at home."

"Have a beer and relax," Dad replied. "I'm taking care of my son here and
now."

"Thank you, Dad," I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Porter glance
quickly at his own dad and squirm uncomfortably. I turned my head slightly
and saw Mr. Baxter grab a bottle of beer and guzzle the entire thing in one
drink. He slammed the empty bottle back down on the coffee table and picked
up another one. He took a long swig from the second bottle but without
actually emptying it. Instead, he just stood on the other side of the
coffee table and stared as Dad proceeded.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" Dad asked as he lightly tapped his belt
on my ass.

"I have a good idea," I slurred as my cock began to drool on Dad's thigh.

"Good," Dad said before slapping my ass hard with the belt. It hurt, but
he'd given me a lot harder and he knew I could take a lot harder. "How many
beers have you had?"

"I'm not sure," I said honestly. "Three or four."

"Two," Dad counted as he slapped my ass with the belt again. "Three. Four."

"Maybe six," I corrected myself.

"Five," Dad continued.

"Harder," I begged.

"Six."

"Again." I begged. "Harder!"

"Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten!" Dad continued.

"YES!" I screamed as the tenth slap set me off and I unloaded cum all over
Dad's thigh.

"I think we understand each other now," Dad said casually as he stood me
up.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

"Good," Dad replied. He gave Porter and Mr. Baxter each a quick glance
before leaning forward to lick my cock clean. "Now," he said, leaning back
when he was finished cleaning me, "it's your turn."

"Yes, Sir," I said, quickly dropping to my knees and licking my own cum of
my own dad's thigh.

"Shawn, I don't..." Mr. Baxter objected lamely as he guzzled the rest of
his beer and quickly grabbed another.

"Relax," Dad said, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. "Davey
hasn't finished his punishment yet." Dad lifted his hips enough to push his
shorts down and release his hard cock. "Stand up and hand me one of those
beers, Davey."

"Yes, Dad," I replied, getting to my feet. I avoided meeting Porter's gaze,
but I couldn't help seeing Mr. Baxter licking his lips and unconsciously
stroking the neck of the beer bottle he was holding. With a slight smile on
my face, I picked up a beer and handed it to my dad.

"We'll see how much you really like beer," Dad said ominously. "Turn around
and bend over. I did as I was told and almost instantly felt the lip of the
beer bottle touching my asshole. "Relax," Dad ordered, as I felt the bottle
neck pressed forward.

"Yes!" I said with too much glee when I realized what Dad was up to. I
relaxed and pressed back until the neck of the bottle penetrated my pucker
and my asshole formed a tight seal around the bottle.

"Now, lean forward," Dad order. I quickly planted my hands on the coffee
table and then collapsed down onto my elbows. My ass was still high in the
air, and Dad continued to hold the bottle as the contents were emptied into
me. "I think one is enough to make my point," Dad said, giving the bottle a
slight shake. "Hold it," Dad ordered as he stood and slowly withdrew the
bottle. I clenched my ass tightly to avoid losing even one drop of beer.

"Are you ready for your final punishment?" Dad asked once the bottle was
completely removed.

"Oh fuck yeah," I moaned.

"Good," Dad said, and I instantly felt his cock pressing against my
asshole. I tried to relax enough to let him in without letting out the
beer. I wasn't completely successful, because as I felt Dad's cock slip
into me and plow through the beer, I also felt some beer running down my
thighs.

"Fuck," Porter whispered.

"Damn," Mr. Baxter sighed.

"FUCK ME, DAD!" I ordered, and Dad quickly began using his cock to churn
the beer inside my ass.

"Damn, Davey, I think this is the best your ass has ever felt," Dad
grunted.

"I know I've never felt this good," I slurred as the beer poured into my
ass combined with the beers I'd already drunk. I glanced up at Mr. Baxter,
who was looking at me with lust-filled eyes. He obviously wanted to take a
turn when Dad was finished. I then looked at Porter, who was looking at Dad
and me with jealousy-filled eyes.

When Porter finally pulled his attention away from Dad's cock fucking in
and out of my ass, he looked me in the eyes. I instantly jerked my eyes
toward the drooling Mr. Baxter. Porter's eyes went wide with shock, but I
repeated my eye motion toward Mr. Baxter. Porter gulped, looked at
Mr. Baxter, and said softly, "What about my punishment, Dad?"

Mr. Baxter was shocked out of his lust, but all he could manage was a
surprised "Porter!"

"I want to be punished, Daddy," Porter persisted.

"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Mr. Baxter's surprise was
obviously waning.

"If Mr. Robinson can fuck Davey, you can fuck me," Porter said bluntly as
he looked over to where Dad was continuing to fuck my ass as if it was the
most common behavior in the world.

"Porter," Mr. Baxter repeated nervously, but with growing excitement.

"Look, Dad," Porter said, standing up with his hardon protruding through
the opening in the front of his pajama bottoms. "I know you've had sex with
Davey," he said as he crossed to stand in front of Mr. Baxter. "Are you
saying I'm not as good as he is?"

"You know I don't think that," Mr. Baxter objected, glancing down at
Porter's cock and licking his lips nervously. "But you're my son," he added
as one final objection.

"Then it's your duty to punish me," Porter countered triumphantly and
shoved his silk pajama bottoms down to his ankles. When he stood back up,
his cock bounced joyfully in anticipation of what was to come.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Baxter asked eagerly.

"Absolutely," Porter replied before stepping out of the pajama bottoms,
turning to face me, and leaning down to support himself with his elbows on
the coffee table. "Beer me, Dad," he ordered before giving me a quick
kiss. "Thanks," he whispered.

I watched as a slight grimace crossed Porter's face when his dad was
obviously penetrating him with the beer bottle neck. "Irish bottoms up,"
Mr. Baxter laughed as Porter's ass was filled with beer.

"Happy St. Patrick's Day," Dad laughed as his thrusts began to become more
frantic and erratic.

"Fuck me, Dad," I said, leaning forward to engage Porter in a more serious
kiss. I had to work hard to keep Dad's thrusts from crashing my teeth
against Porter's teeth, but the combination of sensations was definitely
worth the effort.

"Woops, looks like the bottle is empty," Mr. Baxter laughed.

"Then replace it, Dad," Porter laughed.

"With what?" Mr. Baxter teased, slowly removing the bottle neck from
Porter's ass.

"I'm sure he would enjoy being punished with that Irish shillelagh of
yours, Mr. Baxter," I suggested.

"Faith and begorrah," Mr. Baxter said with a cartoonish Irish brogue. "Is
that what me wee baby boy be wantin'?"

"FUCK ME, DADDY!" bellowed Porter. "NOW!"

"You've got it, Son," Mr. Baxter said, stepping up to within a cock's
distance of Porter's ass.

"YES!" Porter screamed as Mr. Baxter thrust his cock into his own son's ass
for the first time. "Oh, Dad, I've wanted this for so long. I used to
pretend Mr. Robinson was you."

"Mr. Robinson?!" Mr. Baxter said with obvious surprise.

"We'll discuss that later," my dad said while continuing to fill me with
his engorged cock.

"I didn't know you were into guys until Davey told me, Dad," Porter said.

"Then we'd better make up for lost time," Mr. Baxter said and began to fuck
Porter with powerful thrusts and accompanying grunts.

"Oh god yes," Porter moaned with extreme pleasure.

The force of our dads' fucking was too great for us to return to kissing,
so Porter and I rested our heads on each other's shoulder and just relaxed
into the ultimate sensation of being pleasured by our own dads.

"Here comes your punishment!" Dad finally yelled, slamming his hips hard
against my ass twice before shoving his cock all the way into me and
keeping it there. "I'M CUMMING," Dad roared as he began slapping my ass
repeatedly. "OH, DAVEY!"

"Yes, Dad. Yes," I slurred, "give it to me. You know how much I want it." I
delighted in knowing that at that instant I was being filled to overflowing
with my own dad's cum. Load after load after load of hot daddy cum.

"Oh fuck," Dad grunted as he stopped the slapping and his thighs began to
quiver with exhaustion. "I sure helped create one amazing ass when I helped
create you, Son."

"It's all yours any time," I mumbled.

"Come here, Son," Dad said. He gripped my hips and pulled me backward so I
remained impaled on his cock as we collapsed onto the sofa.

"Mmmmm," I sighed as I reached backward to lock my hands behind Dad's neck
and relax my head back onto his shoulder. I flexed my hips in a slight,
shallow rhythm to continue working my dad's exhausted cock while it
remained inside my ass.

"Love you, Davey," Dad whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arms around
me. One of his hands reached down and slowly began stroking my hard
cock. His other hand found its way between the buttons on my pajama top and
began gently caressing my chest.

"You too, Dad," I managed to slur out before I began to lose track of
things. I looked across at Porter and saw the look of pure pleasure on his
face as he was being fucked deep and hard by his own dad for the very first
time. "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Porter," I said. At least I think I said
that.

"Thank you, Davey," Porter replied with a huge smile on his face.

"Yes, definitely, thank you, Davey," Mr. Baxter grunted before he gritted
his teeth and began to fuck Porter in earnest. "Oh, Son," he groaned, "your
ass feels so damn amazing on Daddy's cock."

"FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD, DAD!" Porter yelled. "GOOD AND HARD!"

"OH, I WILL, SON, I WILL," Mr. Baxter bellowed back.

That was the last thing I remember before I passed out in my own dad's
rugged arms with his semi-hard cock still buried in my ass. However, it
wasn't the last time that Porter and I enjoyed an all-male evening with our
dads. I can guarantee that there were many many many more of those.


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