Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:39:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 3 (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 getting to know their dads and
other male relatives. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION

PART 3

I managed to control my raging hormones for the rest of the ride to the
motel where we were going to be staying for the family
reunion. Fortunately, it wasn't that much farther past the rest stop where
I'd unknowingly sucked my Uncle Joseph's cock and swallowed a huge load of
his hot family cum. Seeing my dad give me occasional glances in the
rearview mirror kind of put a damper on my cock as well.

*****

When we did reach the motel, Dad parked in front of the office and went
inside to see about the rooms. Mom and I stayed in the car.

"So how long has it been since you'd seen Uncle Joseph?" I tried to sound
casual.

"Way too long, dear," Mom replied. "I know you think these reunions are a
waste of your time, but they're the only way I get to see some of my
family."

"I get it. No problem," I said. "I'm sure I'll find something to do."

"Well, I hope part of that something will be getting to know my relatives a
little better."

"I'll try," I said with an inward chuckle. "Especially Uncle Joseph," I
thought to myself.

"MAGGIE!" The cry pierced the air. Mom and I looked up to see who could
make that sort of a shriek, and it was my Aunt Diana. I wasn't quite sure
what the excitement was, since she'd been at out house only a couple months
ago. Still, Mom got out of the car and hugged her sister as if they hadn't
seen each other for years.

"I'm glad you could make it, Di," Mom said.

"Wouldn't have missed it for the world, Mags" Aunt Diana responded. "Hello,
Joey. How are you?"

"Fine," I mumbled going back to my iPod and searching for something
interesting to listen to while Mom and Aunt Diana launched into a chatter
fest.

*****

"You won't believe it!" Dad yelled when he returned to the car.

Mom broke off her conversation with Aunt Diana and turned toward Dad. "What
is it?"

"They fucked up the reservations!"

"Eddy," Mom said reproachfully. She wasn't big on profanity, but it got my
attention enough to turn off the iPod.

"Well, they did," Dad continued. "Instead of the two rooms we reserved and
confirmed, they now say all they have is a single room with twin beds! Can
you believe it????!!!!"

"Then just get another room," Mom said calmly.

"You think I didn't try?" It was obvious that Dad was trying to restrain
himself. "They're all booked up, probably because of your...family
reunion." I was glad he refrained from sticking in a profane adjective at
that pause.

"I have twin beds as well in my room, and I can only use one at a time,"
Aunt Diana said.

I was about to object strenuously to sharing a room with my aunt, but
fortunately, Mom jumped on the opportunity. "That's perfect," she
cried. "I'll stay with you, and Eddy and Joey can share our room. Can't
you?"

Mom looked at Dad and me, and we looked at each other. Finally, we said,
almost in unison, "Sure."

"Then that settles that," Aunt Diana declared. "Now, let's get your bags to
my room and get you settled in. You boys will have to look after
yourselves."

Dad opened the trunk, and Mom grabbed her bag. "Come on, Joey," Dad said as
he watched Mom and Aunt Diana disappear arm in arm. "Your stuff won't carry
itself," he added as he headed off to the room.

I got out of the car, grabbed my bag from the trunk, slammed the trunk
shut, and hurried to catch up with Dad.

*****

I hardly noticed the motel room. I just threw my stuff on one of the two
twin beds and headed off to the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To take a shower," I threw back over my shoulder.

As I closed the door, I swear I heard Dad mutter, "None too soon."

I turned on the shower to let the water warm up, and then I started to
strip off my clothes. When I stood there with my underwear in my hand, I
couldn't resist. I brought them up to my face and took a deep whiff. I
could see the logic of Dad's comment as the smell of dried cum and other
body odors overwhelmed me and I popped an almost instant boner.

Dropping the underwear on the pile with the rest of my clothes, I looked
down at my proud cock and grinned. Wrapping my first around it, I gave it a
couple strokes and said, "You're still ready for more, aren't you, buddy."
I closed my eyes and continued to work my hand slowly up and down the shaft
of my cock. As I did so, my mind was filled with the day's activities--the
interesting ones, anyway. Images of me being fucked by Hank the trucker and
me sucking my Uncle Joseph's cock began to mingle into one continuous scene
where I was sucking Uncle Joseph while Hank fucked me.

"Don't waste all the hot water!" Dad yelled through the door, and his image
suddenly appeared in the sex scene playing in my head. He was naked and his
cock was rock hard.

My eyes flew open. What the fuck? The surprise vision had caused me to stop
stroking, but when I looked down, I saw that it hadn't caused my cock to
lose any of its hardness. Hmmm.

Time to think about that later. I grabbed a motel bottle of shampoo off of
the sink and stepped into the shower. My muscles all began to relax as the
warm water rushed over my body. I turned my back to the shower head and
felt the water pounding on my ass as I poured shampoo into my palm.

I reached up and lathered my hair good before reaching down to shampoo my
pits and then moving on down to my crotch. I wasn't completely surprised to
find that my cock was still hard and wanting to play. I lathered up my bush
and balls, and then I began to stroke the shaft as I tipped my head back
into the shower stream. I worked one hand through my hair to wash out the
shampoo, and my other hand continued to work my cock.

As I turned to face the shower head again and let it wash my cock and balls
clean, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. My mind was instantly
filled with a vision of me kneeling in a dark, mysterious room, and instead
of water, I was being showered with cum. I couldn't see the source of the
cum; I could just feel it raining down on me from all sides. I opened my
mouth, and my mind quickly filled it not with water but with cum.

"What's taking so long?" Dad yelled, pounding on the bathroom door.

In my mind, I was suddenly looking up at my dad's hairy chest as his and
only his cock continued to shoot buckets of cum into my mouth, over my
face, and down onto my smooth chest. My body began to shake as my own cock,
still being stroked by my eager fist, began to explode its own real
load. Shot after shot erupted while I continued to focus on the image of my
dad's grinning face above his cock. "Cum for me, Joey," he said.

"What?" I called out in surprise as my eyes flew open.

"I said, 'Save some for me, Joey.' I wouldn't be surprised if this dump has
a limited supply of hot water."

"Yeah, sure. I'm almost finished."

I turned back around to the shower head for a quick rinse, giving my cock
and balls one last going over.

I dripped water all over the floor as I stepped out of the shower and dried
off. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I threw open the bathroom door and
hurried out. As I did, I ran into my waiting dad.

"Sorry," I said as I quickly stepped to the side to let him pass.

"About time," he said gruffly as he walked into the bathroom and closed the
door.

I stood staring at the closed door. Was it my imagination still, or had I
felt Dad's hard cock when we collided?

"What did I say this morning about cleaning up your own messes?" Dad
yelled.

"Sorry," I called out, picturing my clothes piled on the wet floor. I
froze, however, when my vision panned up to the shower and saw my cum
dripping down the wall opposite the shower head. I was so quick to finish
cleaning my spent cock, I'd forgotten to clean the wall. "Give me a second,
and I'll clean it up," I added quickly.

"I've got it," he called back, sounding not quite so annoyed. Maybe the cum
had been washed away, and all he saw was my pile of clothes.

I dropped my towel and foraged around in my bag until I found my
pajamas. I've always loved the feel of sheets against my naked body, and I
thought I would have that chance here...in my own motel room. Thank you
very much, stupid motel clerk mix-up. Now, it was a good thing I'd packed a
pair after all; pajamas were definitely more appropriate for a family
sleepover that involved sharing a room with the parents. I put on the
pajamas, got into bed, closed my eyes, and tried to go to sleep. However,
the sound of the shower in the background caused more visions to assail me.

I couldn't help picturing my dad as he picked up my underwear from the pile
of clothes on the bathroom floor and took a whiff, just as I had. I then
saw him stepping into the shower, kneeling down, and beginning to lick my
cum off of the shower wall. Oh fuck. What was I thinking? I rolled over and
punched up my pillow. I forced myself to change my thoughts, and I soon
fell asleep with my hard cock planted firmly between me and the mattress
and my head filled with visions of me getting fucked by Hank in his truck
sleeper while Uncle Joseph offered me his cock to suck.

*****

I don't know how long I'd been asleep before my dreams took a nostalgic
turn and started to replay the first time Barry and I had ever
fucked. Maybe it was my mind's way of telling me that I missed him more
than I thought. Or maybe I was feeling guilty that I was suddenly having
sex with other men after having sex with only Barry for the past couple
years. Either way, my dreams definitely insisted on reminding me of that
first time.

Barry and I had been hanging out at my house and playing video games all
evening. When we realized how late it had become, I suggested that Barry
just stay over. My parents had no objections, so Barry called his parents,
and they said the sleepover was fine since it wasn't a weeknight.

Mom offered to make up the guest room since I only had a twin bed, but
Barry said he would be fine just sleeping on my floor. Mom shook her head
but let us carry on. We grabbed a sleeping bag out of the garage and were
all set. After playing video games for another couple hours, we called it a
day and hit the sack. I was out like a light.

"Joey, are you awake?" I heard whispered in my ear. I just grunted,
confirming that I heard the question but was basically asleep. I felt a
slight draft as the blankets were lifted and Barry climbed into my bed. I
guessed the floor wasn't as comfortable as he'd thought it would be. I
rolled over on my side to give him more room, what there was of it, and he
spooned in behind me.

Barry draped his arm over my side and I placed my hand on top of his. I
could feel his breath on my neck as he nuzzled in tight. I could also feel
his stiff cock nuzzling up against my ass cheeks. Now, I liked playing with
Barry's cock, but I was exhausted.

"Go to sleep," I groaned.

Barry's response was for his hand to travel down across my stomach and make
its way inside my pajamas. No matter how tired I was, my body recognized
Barry's intentions and it didn't take long for my cock to respond to
Barry's manipulations. I sighed as Barry gently stroked my cock, but my
mind kept telling me to sleep. In that state, Barry could jack me as long
as he wanted and he wouldn't get a reward. And he knew it.

Gently, Barry applied pressure to my hip and forced me to roll over on my
back as he climbed over to straddle my legs. He slipped under the covers
and untied the knot in my pajama bottoms. He opened the front of the
pajamas, and my hard cock popped out. Barry then reached in and manipulated
my balls out as well.

It wasn't long before I felt hot breath on my balls and Barry started
licking my hairy ball sac and sucking on my balls. He used his tongue to
pull one ball into his mouth and then he added the other. He closed his
lips around my ball sac and pulled his head backward to tug rhythmically on
my balls, which caused my cock to flop up and down, slapping against my
stomach.

Barry eventually released my balls from his mouth and nuzzled them with the
ridge of his nose as he flicked his tongue out to lick the skin between my
balls and my ass. Even as tired as I was, I couldn't help letting out a
moan at that, and my cock started to leak precum. Barry leaned forward and
took the head of my cock in his mouth, licking up the precum and exploring
my piss slit with his tongue. I let out another moan.

Barry reached up with his free hands and unbuttoned the tops of my pajamas
as he continued to work on my cock. Once my pajamas were open and my
hairless chest was exposed, Barry released my cock and dragged his tongue
across my stomach, over my chest, around my left nipple, and up my neck.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against mine as he whispered in my ear,
"I want you to fuck me, Joey."

Under normal conditions, my eyes would have flown open at that request, but
I really was exhausted so I remained in my semi-sleep stage. Still, we'd
never done that before, and who was I to object if Barry wanted to explore
new experiences. I let out a sleepy moan that basically said, "Do whatever
you want to do, but don't be bothered if I sleep through it."

Barry shifted back and I could feel him applying something cold to my
cock. As he massaged the jell all along the shaft and over the head, he
leaned in again and gave my balls another oral workout. Finally, he must
have been satisfied with the preparations, because the bed shifted as he
moved to straddle my hips. I felt his hand grab my slippery dick as firmly
as he could, and then the tip was touching his asshole. He was really going
through with this!

As Barry lowered his weight, I could feel the pressure on my cock that now
eagerly wanted to be in that ass. There was slight resistance from the
virgin asshole, but suddenly my cock head popped in. I expected Barry to
scream, but he just let out a sigh of pure contentment as he continued to
lower his tight ass along my shaft. I let out a contented moan of my own
when I felt my cock bottom out and my pubes press against Barry's ass.

Barry leaned forward to kiss my chest and nipples before whispering, "I've
wanted to do this for so long."

I let out a moan of agreement, which gave him permission to continue. His
tight ass slid up my cock until only the head remained in his ass, and then
his ass slid all the way back down. This slow repeated motion felt almost
like my cock was being given a gentle massage. It was so relaxing that I'd
almost fallen asleep when Barry stopped with my cock buried up his ass and,
with surprising quickness, rotated so I would have seen his back if I
hadn't been too tired to open my eyes and if the room hadn't been so dark.

Barry then grabbed my hips and rolled us both over to the side. I'm
surprised we didn't roll out of the bed, but we didn't; I managed to back
up enough to prevent that disaster. Barry backed up as well to keep my cock
from coming out of his ass. But he wasn't finished. With a firm grip on my
hips, he continued to rotate our bodies.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled.

"I want you on top."

Knowing the plan now, I sleepily complied and was more helpful in
completing the maneuvers until Barry was facedown on my bed, I was lying on
his back, and my cock was still buried in his ass.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

Resting my face against his neck, I began to hump his ass slowly. In a nice
sleepy rhythm, I pushed my cock up his ass and pulled out again, pushed up,
pulled out, pushed up. I let out a contented sigh as I worked my hands
under his body to hold him in a firm embrace. My fingers moved through hair
until they found his pointing nipples. Hair?

"Fuck me, Joey. Please, I've wanted this for so long, Son."

I froze, and my eyes flew open. In the dim light, I could see that I was in
the motel room, and I was not fucking Barry. "Dad!" I said in shock.

"Don't stop, Joey. Please, don't stop. Fuck me. Please. Please, Son."

My mind suddenly let go and my cock took over. If my dad wanted to get
fucked, he was going to get fucked. I began pounding my cock as hard as I
could into my dad's ass, and he responded with grateful moans of
pleasure. The more he moaned, the harder and faster I fucked.

"Yes, Joey, show your dad who's the boss."

"Shut up!" I ordered, surprising even myself.

"Yes, sir."

"I said to shut up, old man."

I quickly pushed back into a kneeling position and slapped my dad hard on
the ass as I thrust into him--making my point and showing him who was
boss. He moaned in ecstasy. I slapped his ass again, and suddenly his ass
was clamping my cock in rhythmic spasms as he gasped uncontrollably into a
pillow.

My dad was cumming with my cock in his ass! The realization sent me over
the edge and I began to shoot my own loads of cum deep in Dad's ass. I
panted and thrust and shot more cum. I panted and thrust and shot more
cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.

With one final shudder, I collapsed on my dad's back and sighed, "What the
fuck?"

"Thanks, son. I needed that," Dad sighed. "Are you okay with this?"

"Fuck yeah, but what--?"

"Can we discuss it in the morning?" he asked. "I'm a bit exhausted now."

"Sure. Me too," I said with a laugh.

I relaxed down onto Dad's back, wrapped my arms around him, buried my hands
in his furry chest hair, relaxed my head against his neck, and waited for
sleep to come.


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