Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 15:05:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, part 6

That next morning, Dad came in and woke me up.  I looked at the clock:
8:15.

"What the hell, Dad?  I'm on vacation."  I rolled over.

"Come on, Alex.  Joe Jenkins asked for you."

I was too groggy and half asleep to worry as I would have under other
circumstances.  Besides, I doubt Mr. Jenkins - or Chad - could ever tell my
folks about my proclivities; they had enjoyed themselves just as much as I
had.

I got out of bed.  Walked to the door.  Only to realize that my cock was
still in the throws of its morning boner.

"Aren't you going to put on some clothes, Alex?"

I turned.  Dad was looking at me.  I was wearing my boxers, but my erection
was evident.  I guess I wasn't thinking.  Usually I am pretty shy around my
folks.  I got embarrassed.  I tried to hide the fact that my cock was kind
of standing at attention.  I guess I failed.

Dad laughed.  "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Alex.  It's natural."  Dad
turned to leave.  Turned around.  "And it's impressive, young man."  He
laughed on his way to the kitchen.

I threw on a pair of shorts and followed Dad into the kitchen.  Mr. Jenkins
was sitting at the table.  I'm pretty sure he threw a quick glance at my
crotch, pleased to see the last of my morning boner.

"Hey, Alex.  Your folks told me they were going to go shopping today.  And
you had nothing planned.  I've rented a boat for the day.  Chad and I were
thinking of taking her out.  Do some fishing.  Enjoy the ocean.  Want to
join us?"

OK.  Now this was getting interesting.  I had just given father and son a
blowjob last night.  And less than eight hours later, I'm invited to spend
the day with them.  I could only imagine the sort of adventure that I'd
been hoping for ever since I met the Jenkins a few days ago.

"Yeah.  That'd be fun."

"Good.  Get your stuff and meet us in the parking lot in ten minutes.  Can
you make it?"

I thought: fuck yeah, I can make it.  "It won't take long."

And it didn't.  I hopped in the shower.  Threw on a clean pair of shorts.
A t-shirt.  Sandals.  And was out the door.

Mr. Jenkins was packing their mini van.  He laughed when he saw me.  "Fuck,
Alex.  You can hurry when you need to.  Looks like you're pretty excited to
go fishing..."

I looked at him.  He laughed.  "We're going to have a good time.  Chad and
I talked after you left last night.  I was pretty fuckin' worried that the
boy would hate me or something.  But no problem.  He got up this morning.
Still wanted to take the boat out.  And he actually suggested we invite
you.  Go figure."

"Do you think..."

"Come on, Alex.  Chad's my son.  I'm not going to fuck around with him.
And he sure as fuck isn't going to fuck around with me, either.  I don't
think Chad's that way."

And he sure as fuck doesn't think is father is that way, either.  But I
kept my comment to myself.  I was disappointed; I'd hoped for some planned
tryst.  Turns out that Mr. Jenkins had no tryst in mind.

Chad joined us.  "Hey, bro."  He punched my shoulder.  Evidently in a good
mood.  "I'm glad you decided to join us."

"Yeah.  Thanks for asking."

"No problem, Bro.  Dad and I could use an extra hand on the boat, and Tim
is too young - and he hates fishing."

We drove to the harbor, and our small talk suggested no one felt awkward
following our evening activity.  That was good.  But I was also
disappointed.  I don't like to fish.  I guess I got caught up in my fantasy
world.  I decided to let go of my lust.  As much as possible.

But as soon as we got on the boat and entered the gulf, but Mr. Jenkins and
Chad took off their shirts.  Right away, my lust returned.  I admired
Chad's stocky chest, covered in dark hair.  I also admired his father's
chest.  A little less hair, a little less stocky, but still defined and
muscular.

We drove the boat out of sight of land.  The waves were gentle; there was
only slight movement as Chad dropped anchor.


"Hey, Chad, is it too early to have a beer?"  Mr. Jenkins had reached into
the cooler.

"Jimmy Buffet's certain it's five o'clock somewhere.  So am I."  They
laughed.

"How about it, Alex.  Want a beer?"

I looked at my watch.  It was half past 11:00.  "Sure.  It's something like
5:30 in London.  I think we're a little late."  With that, we began
drinking.  And as the day progressed, it seemed as thought drinking - and
smoking pot - were the only real plans for the day.  After a few beers,
Mr. Jenkins threw me a sandwich.  We ate.  We drank some more.  And we kind
of watched our fishing poles.  It didn't take long for me to realize how
different Chad's relationship with his father was.  Totally laid back.
Hell, they got stoned together.  I guess last night's blowjob was just
another exciting adventure for Joe Jenkins and Son.

By 2:00, it was pretty evident all three of us were pretty drunk and very
stoned.

"Let's go for a dip."  And with those words Chad jumped in the gulf.
Mr. Jenkins and I soon followed suit.  The water was cold, but the sun had
been hot, so the cooling off felt great.  We floated for a will.  Horsed
around for a while.  And soon were back on the boat.

"Shit, we forgot towels."

"Dad, it's no big deal.  The sun is hot"

We sat in the sun, letting its heat dry our skin.

Chad opened another beer, looked at me, and winked.  "Thanks for the
blowjob last night.  I was pretty horned up."

I drank from my beer.  Swallowed.  "I'm glad you liked it."

Mr. Jenkins joined in.  "Yeah.  That was certainly and interesting evening
you gave us, Alex.  Very interesting."

Were they going there?  Was it planned?  I know that I was rock hard.  And
looking at Chad, I got a feeling he was there too.  I adjusted myself.

Mr. Jenkins took another drink from his beer.  "Are you horny again, Alex?"

Chad looked at his Dad, laughed.  "Dad, he's 17.  Everyone's horny at 17."

Mr. Jenkins looked at his son.  "Are you telling me, your horny too?"

"Dad, I'm seventeen."  And then Chad's hand moved to his crotch.  He began
to stroke his erection.

Mr. Jenkins laughed.  Drank some more.  And his hand moved to his crotch.
"Fuck, I'm 52 and I'm horny all the time."  He continued to stroke his
cock, looked at me, then looked at his son.  He reached for the waste band
of his swimsuit.  He undid the strings, and pulled out his erection.

In no time at all, Chad followed suit.  I watched as father and son stroked
their cocks, fascinated with each other, obviously transfixed by the
Jenkins' family penis.  I was so caught up in the father and son
masturbation, that I had yet to free my cock from my swimsuit.

"What's the matter, Alex?  You tell me you're not horny?"

I needed no more prodding.  My cock was soon in my hands.  I watched as
Mr. Jenkins spat in his hand, lubing his cock.  I watched as Chad did the
same.  Father and son included me in their circle jerk, but both seemed
most interested in the other.

We'd gotten this far.  I wanted more.  I got on my knees before Mr. Jenkins
and began to suck his cock.  Chad got up and sat next to his father.  I
looked up at Chad.  His gaze was fixed on his father's penis, watching as
my mouth engulfed it.  My hand moved to Chad's cock; it began to stroke it.
The father's cock was in my mouth.  The son's cock was in my hand.  I was a
happy boy.

All of a sudden, Mr. Jenkins stood up.  He reached for me, and brought me
to my feet. "You shouldn't have to do all the work."  And with those words,
he knelt before me.  He mouth went to my cock, and as he had done two
nights earlier, his began to suck my cock in earnest.  I looked at Chad.
He was obviously shocked.  But not so shocked that he stopped stroking his
cock.

"Fuck, Dad."

Mr. Jenkins' mouth left my cock.  "It's not so bad, Son."  And he went back
to work.  My gaze went back and forth between father and son.  Even as
Mr. Jenkins sucked my cock, he was still fascinated with his son,
fascinated by the way his son watched his father suck cock, fascinated by
the way his son stroked his own thick boner.  I was fascinated by both men.

Chad stood up and climbed on the boat seat, balancing himself by placing
his hand on the hood.  He stood before me.  I needed no more information.
My mouth was soon surrounding Chad's thick cock.  My hands moved to his
asshole.  My fingers started playing with his hairy hole.  Chad turned
around, his ass in my face.  My hands spread his cheeks and my tongue began
to lick his hole, piercing it however briefly.

Chad moaned.  "Fuck, Alex."

Mr. Jenkins stopped sucking my cock, stood up, and watched as I cleaned his
son's ass.

"Beautiful."

Chad moaned some more.

I moved my mouth from Chad's ass.  Chad turned around.  He looked at me.
He looked at his Dad.  He jumped from the seat and knelt before me.

He looked at his Dad once more.  His dad nodded.  And Chad's mouth slowly
swallowed my cock.  My hands moved to his muscular shoulders.  I watched as
his spit replaced his father's spit.  It took a while for Chad to swallow
all of my inches, but he was determined, and his determination paid off.
Chad was soon swallowing all of me, his spit spilled from his mouth.

His father knelt next to him.  "That's it, Chad."  Mr. Jenkins watched as
his son sucked my cock.  He watched as I removed my spit covered cock and
placed it before his lips.  Soon his mouth replaced his sons.  Chad was
even more fascinated, his face so close to his father's face.  I watched as
Mr. Jenkins took my cock from his mouth and moved it to his son's mouth.
Chad and his father took turns, my cock slick with their shared spit.  And
then they were both sucking my cock.  Father and son.  I watched as they
shared my inches.  Their tongues met.  And then their mouth's left my cock.
Father and son were kissing one another.  Each mouth was greedy for the
other.

I stroked my spit-covered cock.  I could hold back no longer.  This scene
was too much.  "I'm going to cum."

Father and son stopped kissing as my cum began to cover their faces.  I
watched as Mr. Jenkins moved my cock to his son's mouth.  Chad hungrily
swallowed my seed.  His father hungrily cleaned his face, his tongue
licking my cum from Chad's stubbled chin.

"Stand up, Chad."

Chad stood before his father, waiting for what was to come.  I watched as
Mr. Jenkins took his son's cock, doing his best to swallow Chad's girth.
Chad's hands moved to his nipples.  He pulled.  I got up and began to lick
them, gently biting, gently pulling.

Chad's hips began to move.  He began to fuck his father's mouth.  I knew
Chad was soon ready to explode.  His father's hand moved to his shaft.  His
other hand cupped his son's balls.

"Dad...Dad....I'm gonna cum."

And I watched as the father took all of his son's seed.  I never saw a drop
spill from Mr. Jenkins's.  He ate it all.  Chad's orgasm lasted a while,
and still his father swallowed.  Chad removed his now-tender cock from his
father's mouth.  Mr. Jenkins wasn't finished.  He used his hands to gently
milk the last of his son's semen.  I watched as he licked Chad's cock head,
savoring every last drop of cum still spilling from his cock's slit.

Chad looked at his father.  "Daddy, you haven't cum yet."

Mr. Jenkins stood up.  His hands grabbing his massively engorged cock.  "I
know, Baby."

Chad moved to kneel before his father.  I watched as yet again, another
Jenkins swallowed cock.  Chad was so eager to swallow his father's penis he
gagged.  He slowed his movements, and was soon swallowing his father as
beautifully as he had swallowed me.

After we shot our loads, we caught our breath.  Mr. Jenkins pulled Chad
close to him.

"Are you OK, Chad?"  He kissed the top of Chad's head.

Chad looked up at his dad.  "It's kinda weird."

Mr. Jenkins continued to hold Chad.  His hands massaged Chad's shoulders.
"That it is."

"Have you ever... I mean have you..."

Have I done this before?  Yeah.  Quite a few times."

"Like, are you...are you gay or something?"

"Maybe something.  I mean I like messing around with guys.  But I love
messing around with women."

"So like you and Mom..."

Yes.  Your mom and I have a normal relationship."

"Does she know?"

"Yeah.  She knows.  She just doesn't like to know the details."

Chad laughed.  The first sign that he seemed to OK with what had
happened. "Yeah.  Like this detail would totally fuck her up."

His dad pulled him closer.  Bent to kiss his nose.  "Yes, this detail would
totally fuck her up.  Our secret.  Right Bud?"

"Like who am I going to tell?"

I was starting to feel awkward.  Father and son had plenty to talk about.
I decided to move to the front of the boat.  Though I still could hear most
of their conversation.  I could at least pretend to be ignorant.


The Jenkins were silent for a while.  I stole a glance.  Mr. Jenkins
continued to hold his son.  His hands continued to massage his shoulders,
but they had begun to move to other parts of Chad's body.  Like me, Chad's
father seemed impressed with his son's chest.  I watched as Mr. Jenkins ran
his fingers through the hair on his son's chest.  I watched as Chad's right
hand moved to his father's thigh.  I realized that father and son had
forgotten me.  Both men were hard.  From what I could tell, both men had
stayed hard.

"So we're OK?"

"Uh-huh."

Mr. Jenkins' hand went to Chad's chin.  He raised Chad's lips to his.  His
kiss was gentle.  "Good.  Because I love you, Chad.  And, I love what we
just did."

'Yeah.  I love you too Dad."  This time Chad pulled his father's head
closer to his.  Chad's tongue parted his father's lips.  They began to kiss
passionately.  Mr. Jenkins' hand went to Chad's fully erect cock.

"You got a nice piece of meat here, Boy."

Chad laughed.  "Looks like it runs in the family."

They continued to kiss.  They continued to mumble endearments.  Some I
heard.  Some I didn't hear.  By now I was so fascinated by the show, I no
longer hid my fascination.  I watched.  I stroked my hard cock.  And the
Jenkins continued their sex.

"Chad, you ever fuck a woman?"

"No."

"Ever been with a woman?"

"Not really."

"Are you gay?  It's OK.  Obviously."

"No. Maybe.  I don't know."

"You ever mess around with guys."

"Yeah.  A few times."

"You ever fuck a guy."

"No."

Mr. Jenkins bent to Chad's ear.  I knew what he asked his son.

Chad nodded.  Chad wanted to fuck his father.

"You're so hard, Son.  You'll have no problem."

Mr. Jenkins turned.  Stood.  He placed his arms on the boat, His head
lowered, His ass was waiting for his son.  Chad's hands went to his
father's hairy ass cheeks.  In a moment his fingers moved to his father's
hole.  He lowered himself.  His hand returned to his father's ass cheeks.
As I had done to Chad earlier, Chad began to lick his father's ass.  He was
tentative at first; who eagerly eats his first ass?  But in no time, Chad's
tongue was playing with his father's sphincter, using his tongue to prepare
his father's ass for his cock.

"Fuck.  Chad.  I want you to fuck me.  Use your spit."

Chad stood before his father.  He spat in his hand.  Used to the spit to
lube his cock.  Spat some more; this time using the spit to lube his
father's hole.  I watched as Chad stood before his father's ass, took aim,
and slowly entered his father.

Chad was so hard.  He was soon deep inside his father.  His father's ass
stretched by the girth of his erect cock.

"Oh fuck me....fuck ME, Chad."

Chad did as his father told him to do.  As he grew more confident, his
fucking grew more urgent.  His thrusts quicker.  His piercing deeper.  His
father's constant groans of were evident signs of his pleasure.

I watched as Chad's thick cock left his father's ass, only to return
quickly and deeply.

'Oh, yeah...that's it you little fucker..."

Chad was no little fucker.  He fucked like a porn star.  And the longer he
fucked, the better he got.  He read his father.  He knew what his father
liked.  He knew his Dad wanted hard thrusts.  He knew his dad wanted him to
pull out and then go back in quickly and without and gentleness.  His
father's body moved with each thrust.  His head bounced up and down.  His
body slamming into the boat's frame.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum."

"Fuckin' fill me, Chad.  Fill me... Fill me you fucker!"

I watched Chad's face.  I watched his body.  And I saw him wracked by his
orgasm.  His thrusts grew deeper, slower.  As if he wanted to plant every
last drop of his seed deep inside his father.

The way the father gave himself to the son, it was obvious the father also
wanted to be seeded deeply.

Chad stopped fucking his father.  But stayed inside his ass.  He pulled his
father up to him.  His cock fell out of his father's ass.  Mr. Jenkins
turned to his son, and once again, they kissed.

"I can feel your cum inside of me, ... You fuckin' filled me, Chad."  He
laughed.  "And stretched me."

They continued to kiss.  Mr. Jenkins glanced my way.  He removed his lips
from his son.  "You like watching that, Alex."

"Fuck, yeah."

"You want some of this?  It's all ready.  My son came buckets.  My hole's
all loose and juicy."

I needed no more urging.  Mr. Jenkins turned around and was once again
waiting to get fucked.

I looked at Chad.  He smiled.  "He's got a great ass."

"I know."  And I gave him a wink.

Chad looked confused.  But his confusion soon gave way to lust as he
watched me fuck his father.

I had learned something about Mr. Jenkins since the last time I fucked him.
I learned he liked to get fucked hard.  So I did my best to imitate his
son's intensity.  My thighs slammed into his ass.  My balls slapped his
ass.  I closed my eyes and fucked.  For a moment I imagined I was fucking
my own father.  I began to lose myself in that fantasy.  Then Chad's
fingers made their way to my hole.  He began to play with me, stretching my
ass.  Readying me as if he intended to fuck some more.

I was fucking the father.  The son's fingers were fucking my hole.  I could
hold back no longer.  My cum joined Chad's deep inside his father's hole.

No sooner did I catch my breath when Chad spoke to his father.  "I got
Alex's ass all ready for you, Dad."

Mr. Jenkins turned around.  Regardless of the rough fucks he had just
received, he was ready to go.  His cock hard, thick, and dripping pre-cum.
In a matter of seconds he was inside me.  His thrusts were deep, quick, and
just as rough as the one's he had received from his son.  And from me.

Mr. Jenkins' cock was not as thick as his son's but it was longer.  I felt
every one of his inches.  He continued to plow me.  His body hit mine hard.
Mine hit the boat.

"You ready for this daddy cum, Alex?"

Fuck was I ready.  Mr. Jenkins filled me.  I loved it.

Mr. Jenkins pulled out.  I turned my head to look at Chad.  "Your turn."

Chad was ready to go and soon the son's cock replaced the father's.  Chad
was thicker; my ass had to adjust.  But once again, my body was consumed
with pleasure.  Another great cock.  Another hot fuck.  Another Jenkins
ready to fill my hole.  And in a matter of seconds, Chad deposited his
third load of the day.

He pulled out.  His father's fingers soon replaced his cock.  "Look at that
fucking hole.  Your cum.  My cum.  Fuck."

And then I felt Mr. Jenkins' tongue.  Cleaning my hole. He was eating his
son's cum.  Eating his own cum.  They had mixed in my ass, and now they
were mixing in his mouth.  He stopped feeding.  Looked at his son.  "Kiss
me, Chad."

Without any hesitation, Chad''s tongue was in his father's mouth.  Both men
savoring the taste of cum - father and son cum.

All three of us were spent.  Exhausted.  And, by the look of the sun, it
was time to return to shore.

It's funny.  Ten minutes earlier we were fucking.  Father and son were in
the midst of deepest incest.  And now we were returning to our families.
Acting as if nothing had happened. Unpacking the boat.  Packing up the
boat.  Returning to the hotel.

Mr. Jenkins pulled over a few blocks from the hotel.  "Thanks, guys.  I
mean, that was something else."  He reached for me, pulling me in for a
kiss.  "You're something else, Alex."

Chad laughed.  "Yeah, your dad better be careful."

My dad.  Indeed.