Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 20:42:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 9 (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 an eighteen year old getting to know the
male members of his family better. On the other hand, if that's what you're
looking for, here it is...


JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION

PART 9

As I walked back to the motel, leaving Dad and Uncle Joseph to go on to the
reunion dance, I couldn't help running over and over the story they'd just
told me. I couldn't believe that Uncle Joseph had popped Dad's cherry and
that Dad had also been fucked by his own brother-in-law, Uncle Ben. I also
couldn't believe that I'd been missing out on all of this family fucking
all these years. But most of all, I couldn't believe I'd shot a load of cum
in my shorts just listening to their story!

By the time I reached the motel, my cock was hard again and tenting my
shorts. The cum in my underwear was drying up, so the stain wasn't quite so
obvious. Still, I needed to clean up. More important now, I really needed
to blow another load.

I ducked my head in the motel office, hoping to find the desk clerk who'd
shot a load of cum in Dad's mouth earlier, but there was just some old
biddy sitting behind the counter.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Definitely not," I said, as I felt my cock deflate almost instantly at the
thought.

*****

With the shower water cascading down my body, I closed my eyes and imagined
Dad and Uncle Joseph in their prime and fucking like animals. That did the
trick, and my cock was hard again. It didn't take much. I wrapped my fist
around my cock and slowly began to stroke as I continued to visualize Dad
and Uncle Joseph fucking. My mind quickly added young versions of Uncle
Frank, Uncle Adam, and Uncle Harry to the picture.

The vision of Dad being gang banged by his brothers-in-law was so fucking
hot! My fist was flying up and down the shaft of my cock as I added myself
to the picture. I could feel my balls tightening up, and my muscles began
to quiver. I started thrusting my hips forward so my fist slammed against
my pubes. I couldn't last much longer, and neither could anyone in my
imagination.

When the first load of cum erupted from my cock, I pictured all of my
uncles joining me to shoot load after load of cum into and onto my
cum-hungry Dad. I continued to unload my cum while picturing Dad
luxuriating in all that cum and rubbing it all over his body, occasionally
raising his hand to lick it clean before reaching back down for more.

Totally spent, I dropped to my knees, opened my eyes, heaved a huge sigh of
relief, and then tilted my head back so the shower rained down on my
face. When my breathing returned to normal, I looked forward and saw my cum
dripping down the shower wall. Without pausing for a single second, I
leaned forward and started to lick it up. I figured it would keep me
satisfied until I could get my lips around Dad's cock or the cock of one of
my Uncles. Once the wall was licked clean of cum, I finished my shower and
got ready for the dance.

*****

When I arrived at the dance, the first person I saw was my mom. She was
just watching the dancers when I walked up and stood beside her.

"Joey," she said with surprise. "Where have you been?"

"I had to go back to the motel and clean up," I responded casually.

"Well, I hope you did a good job. I don't want to be sleeping in a filthy
hotel room. I've been dreading what kind of mess you and your dad have made
there already in such a short time."

"What?" I asked with a little too much surprise as what she'd just said
sank in.

"What what?" Mom asked.

"You just said you're going to sleep at the motel. I thought you were going
to stay with Aunt Diana for the entire reunion."

"I was, but your cousin Tom decided to come at the last minute. Seems he
and his girlfriend had a fight of some sort. Anyway, I couldn't very well
keep Diana from giving her own son somewhere to sleep."

"He could share with us," I said casually. Dad and I wouldn't have the
freedom we had now to suck and fuck whenever we liked, but at least it
wouldn't be Mom in the same room. Besides, maybe he'd have the same
interest as all the other guys on Mom's side of the family seemed to
have. I couldn't help smiling at that thought. I should be so lucky.

"I'm sure Tom would rather have his own bed. What are you smiling about?"
Mom asked.

"Oh nothing," I said, getting rid of the smile quickly. I looked around for
a suitable explanation. "I was just thinking about you and Dad sharing a
twin bed." Of fuck, did I really say that?

"Who said you're not sleeping on the floor?" Mom joked. At least it had
better be a joke. "Don't look so worried. Your dad and I will manage. It
won't be the first time we've slept in close quarters."

"Whoa, way too much information!" I said and quickly headed off to find
Dad.

*****

"Can't you do something, Dad?" I asked, raising my voice more than I should
have.

"Shhhh," Dad cautioned. "We've had fun, and we'll have fun again, but now
we'll just have to take a break."

"But I wanna fuck your ass so bad right now," I whispered.

"I'd enjoy that too, Joey," Dad responded with a wink, "but you'll just
have to find other outlets for that energy for a while."

"Thanks for nothing," I said in a huff. Turning on my heels, I headed out
to see if I could find some uncle ass or cock to satisfy the fucking urge
that had taken over since discovering that my mom was ruining everything.

*****

I couldn't find Uncle Frank and Evan anywhere. I figured they might be
fucking away in their camper, but no one was there. I looked all over the
park. There was no sign of Uncle Joseph, Uncle Harry, or even Uncle Adam. I
even checked out the park restrooms. Nothing. Not even a horny stranger who
wanted his cock sucked. It's like everyone was conspiring to deprive me of
any sexual release when I was suddenly at my most horny!

With no relief in sight, I finally decided to head back to the motel room
and pump out another load myself. A cock in the hand is better than none in
the ass.

*****

"Hello, dear."

I stopped short in the motel room doorway and just stared at my mother, who
had her suitcase open on Dad's bed and was unpacking.

"What are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask.

"I told you," Mom said, as she continued with her unpacking, "I'm staying
with you boys now."

"But why aren't you still at the dance?" I was in no mood for civility. I
desperately needed to blow a load.

"I wanted to get settled here, and Tom needed to get settled in your Aunt
Di's room. No sense putting it off until everyone is already set for bed."

"Oh," I said. After a brief pause, I turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Mom called.

"Back to the dance," I responded as the door slammed behind me.

*****

I was so horny I couldn't think straight, and I wasn't paying any attention
to where I was going. I couldn't even have sworn that I was heading toward
the park. I was just walking and brooding. That was my state of mind when I
turned a corner and walked right into a guy coming from the other way.

By the time I saw the guy, it was too late. I tried to dodge, but that move
just put me off balance, so when we actually collided, I crashed to the
sidewalk without any other way to stop it. The next thing I knew, I was
flat out on the ground with the stranger leaning over me.

"Are you okay, kid?" he asked. "I didn't see you coming."

"Me either," I said, rubbing my elbow as I tried to sit up.

"Hey, take it easy," the guy said, trying to get me to lie back down.

"I'm fine," I said tersely.

"You know how you feel, I guess," the guy said. He stood up himself and
then offered me a hand to help me up. I paused briefly, just staring at his
hand, and then I looked at the rest of him. Average looks. Middle
aged. Suit and tie with briefcase. About 5'10", 200 pounds, pale, red hair,
freckles. Nothing special. Not bad, but I probably wouldn't have given him
a second look at any other time. Just not really my type. I finally grabbed
his hand and hauled myself up to my feet, standing only inches away from
him.

"Horny. That's how I'm feeling," I said with full honesty.

The guy laughed and said, "Aren't we all." He obviously thought it was
nothing more than fun banter between strangers.

I released his hand and started to brush myself off. Without looking him in
the eye, I said casually, "Are you with the reunion at the park?"

"What reunion?"

"That's what I wanted to hear," I said looking him in the eye. "So you live
here then?" He gave a short nod, but then he tilted his head slightly as if
my comments were confusing him. I decided to clarify the situation for him
and said bluntly, "I need to get fucked right now. Are you interested?"

"What?" he blurted and took a step back.

"You heard me," I said flatly. "I'm horny. I want to get fucked. I don't
care who does it. No offense. So if you want to fuck your cock up my ass,
it's all yours."

Dead silence.

"I've never...  I'm not..." It looked like he was trying to be polite and
let me take back the offer. The fact that he hadn't punched me out right
away told me it was worth another try.

"I don't care what you are or are not or what you have or have not done. I
just need a cock. I don't care who or what it's attached to. You said
you're horny too. I'm offering a tight hole for you to fuck. If it makes
you feel better, you can just close your eyes and pretend it's your wife's
pussy." I added the last comment because I finally noticed the wedding ring
on his finger.

Dead silence.

"Fine. Your loss," I threw off as I turned to walk away. "If you don't want
to fuck my ass, I'm sure there's someone in this town who will." As I
continued to walk on, I purposefully swayed my hips a little more than
usual, just to show him what he was missing.

"How old are you?" he asked softly.

"What?" I asked, stopping but not turning around.

"How old are you?" he repeated louder.

"Eighteen," I said, still without turning.

"Are you sure?" he asked nervously.

"Cross my heart and hope to get fucked," I said as I finally turned to face
him with a huge grin. The stranger just stood there biting his lip. I gave
him a quick once-over, and I knew I had my answer. He hadn't said the word
"yes," but the tent in his suit trousers gave me all the answer I
needed. "So, do you want to go to the park?" I asked as I walked back up to
the stranger and began to rub his hard cock.

He gulped and let out a moan before he said, "Too many people. I can't
afford to get caught."

"Well, I'm guessing we can't go back to your place," I said as I continued
to massage his crotch.

"No, my wife..."

"That's what I figured." I said, giving his cock a squeeze. "Well, we can't
go back to my motel either. I don't think my parents would really be up for
that. I guess that leaves us in a hard place," I added, squeezing his cock
again.

After another gulp and a moan, he finally said, "I have an idea. Follow
me."

"Just as long as it's close," I said.

"It is," he assured me. And it was. He led me only halfway down the block
before he stopped at a storefront, pulled a keychain out of his pocket, and
unlocked the door to a store. "Hurry up," he said nervously as he held the
door open.

I stepped inside and stopped. I heard the guy lock the door, but I couldn't
see much. There was only a dim glow from the streetlights. I couldn't even
swear what kind of store it was. I jumped when I felt the guy take my hand,
and then he said, "This way."

****

The stranger led me to the back of the store and into another dark
room. When we stopped, he let go of my hand. A second later, I heard the
door close, and then he finally switched on some lights.

"I'm Mike," he said, but he seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm Joey," I said casually. I looked around and realized that we must be
in the office of some sort of sporting goods store. "You own this place, or
you just work here?"

"I own it," he said. "Well, my wife owns it. Her father started it."

"No wonder you don't want her to know about this."

"Now look," he responded, obviously getting nervous again. "I think you'd
better go."

"Hey, hey," I said, raising my hands to calm him down. "I didn't mean
anything. All I want from you is to get my ass fucked. If you're up for
that, then I am. No strings. You service my ass, I service your cock, we're
both happy, and we both go our own separate ways. Scouts honor," I said,
holding up my best Scout sign. Mike laughed at that and I knew I was home
free now.

"You really are eighteen?" he asked one more time.

"Absolutely, positively. Now," I asked looking around the office, "where do
you want me?"

Mike licked his lips nervously and then muttered, "Bent over my desk."
Again, he couldn't quite look me in the eye.

"This might be your first time," I said, "but I'm guessing you've thought
about it before."

"Yes," Mike said softly.

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," I said. "I'm here to make your fantasy
come true." I undid my jeans, pushed them down to my ankles, and leaned
over the desk. "Whenever you're ready. I assume you have some sort of lube
in this place."

"Yeah, but not like that," he said, again with a note of embarrassment.

I stood up and turned around to face Mike. I then casually sat back,
planting my ass on the desk and crossing my arms. My cock was standing up,
desperately trying to get his attention. "Then you tell me what you want,
and we'll do it."

Mike hesitated for a moment and then stepped over to a supply shelf. He
took down a small box and walked over to me. He held out the box and said,
"Would you mind putting that on?" I took the box from him, and his now
empty hand slowly descended to my cock. His fingers traced from the tip of
my cock down the underside to my balls. He flipped his hand over so my
balls sat comfortably in his palm, and then he slowly dropped his hand back
to his side.

I looked down at the box, and a huge grin spread across my face. "Looks
like a nice jockstrap," I said with approval.

"The best we sell," Mike responded proudly.

"I'll be the judge of that." I put the box on the desk, kicked off my
shoes, and pulled my shirt off over my head. I then bent over to pull off
my jeans and underwear. "That's better," I said, picking up the jock box
again. "Are you going to join me," I asked when I noticed that Mike was
still completely dressed.

"Not yet," Mike said breathlessly.

I struggled a bit with the jock box but finally got it open. "Could use
better packaging," I laughed as I shook out the jockstrap, stepped into it,
and pulled it up. I reached into the front pouch to adjust my hard cock and
tight balls. They just barely fit and were definitely straining against
confinement. Once I was finally satisfied with the fit and placement, I
looked up and discovered that Mike had moved away from the office door. I
looked around quickly and discovered him sitting in his desk chair.

"Come here," he ordered firmly, finally staring me in the eye.

I suppressed a grin, knowing how long he must have been living this fantasy
in his head, and stepped around the desk. "Nice," I said when I got far
enough around the desk to see Mike's crotch. He sat there fully dressed in
his suit and tie, but he'd unzipped his trousers and hauled out his cock
and balls. His rosy cock was set off nicely by his white dress shirt, and
his balls were nestled comfortably in the dark fabric of his trouser
crotch.

"Come here," he repeated. I knew why I was there, so I stepped around with
my ass toward Mike and bent down over his desk. "Not so fast," Mike said
firmly. I felt him run his hands over my ass, and then he inserted his
fingers between my skin and the straps of the jock. He traced the full
length of the straps from where they were attached to the waistband down to
where they disappeared past my asshole. He then grasped my hips and gently
forced me to turn around so I was facing him.

"I came here to get fucked," I said casually, just in case he'd forgotten
my needs while he was engrossed in his own.

"I know, and you will be," he assured me. "In good time." With that, he
leaned forward in his chair and brought his face right up to the jock
pouch. He dropped his head slightly to catch his nose under the pouch, and
then he pressed forward and up, planting the bridge of his nose firmly
against my cock and balls. "Mmmmm," he sighed, and I heard him inhale
deeply. "Nice."

"Thanks," I said, reaching forward to take his head in my hands. I wrapped
my fingers in his thick red hair and casually began pumping my jock-bound
cock and balls against Mike's face. For his part, Mike released my hips and
wrapped his arms around me, so he could once again explore my bare ass
cheeks and trace the straps as they crossed my cheeks and approached my
asshole. I shivered uncontrollably when Mike finally trailed a finger
across my itching-to-be-fucked asshole. "Oh god," I moaned.

"Like that do you?" Mike asked, pulling his face back from my pouch and
looking up at my face.

"Damn right," I laughed. "I told you I needed to get fucked."

Mike looked back down at my straining jock pouch and brought his hands back
in front of me. He reached forward and massaged my cock with one hand, and
then he slowly traced the outline of my equipment. As I looked down at him,
I could see that he'd taken his own cock in his other hand and was slowly
stroking it while exploring my jock-bound cock. Finally, he stuck out his
tongue and started licking the pouch along the bottom ridge of my cock.

"Fuck," I exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."

"No you're not," he said firmly. "Are you?"

It might have sounded like a question, by I knew it was an order. This was
definitely a power fantasy, so I tried to relax while I said, "No, sir."

"That's a good boy," Mike praised. He then pushed me back against the desk
and stood up. I had to throw my hands out behind me for quick support, but
Mike didn't notice. He was concentrating on his own dick, which was by now
leaking a good supply of precum. I watched in silence as he directed his
hard, dripping cock right at my jock pouch and began wiping his precum
along the prominent ridge of my cock.

"Yeah, get me good and wet with your precum," I encouraged him, not that he
needed it.

Mike stroked his cock with his thumb on top and his index finger on the
underside and forced another glob of precum to emerge from his piss
slit. He directed this new supply of precious liquid right at the outline
of the head of my cock. He rubbed his cock head against the mesh covering
my cock head, and I let out a deep moan of pleasure. Mike reached up with
his free hand and gently ran his fingers across my chest, tweaking a nipple
whenever he encountered one. I let my head fall back and surrendered to the
pleasure of his fingertips on my body and his cock head pressing against
mine.

Suddenly, the sensations stopped, and I snapped my head forward to see what
had happened. Mike was now on his knees with his face once against directly
in line with my cock. I could feel the heat of his breath forcing its way
through the jock mesh and onto my flesh. He was driving me wild, and I
reflexively reached out, grabbed his hair again, and pulled his face into
my crotch. I pressed into him, and then I realized that he'd forced his
tongue out and was licking his own precum from the jock mesh. I relaxed my
hold enough to let him explore with his tongue. He licked down to my balls,
and then he started up along my cock again. When he reached the tip, I new
he was savoring his own final deposit of precum as well as my own precum
that was now flowing out of my cock and saturating the pouch from the
inside.

Mike finally sat back on his haunches. My breathing was ragged and my heart
was racing. Mike just grinned up at me and licked his lips. Almost as if it
were another reflex, I suddenly reached forward, grabbed Mike by the lapels
of his suit jacket, yanked him to his feet, and pulled him forward into a
spontaneous kiss. I could taste the precum on his lips and I wanted
more. The urgency of my kissing grew, and my tongue searched for any trace
of precum it could find. I could sense that every muscle in Mike's body had
frozen, so I hissed, "Please, Sir!"

That request was all Mike seemed to need. He wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me tightly against his chest. He also began returning my kisses with
the same urgency that I'd been exhibiting. My tongue probed for admission
again, and this time it was granted. I tasted faint traces of sweet precum
mixed with his saliva, and then he suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked my
head backward. His mouth explored down the line of my throat, with his
tongue flicking across my Adam's apple and on down to my collarbone. His
tongue traced along the bone until it reached the end, and then he licked
back up along the outside line of my throat until he reached my ear.

I let go of Mike's lapels and moved my hands down to his hips. While he
continued to explore me, I took his hips firmly in hand and began to thrust
my jock-bound cock against his own hard cock, which was jutting proudly out
from his suit trousers. My thrusts were getting frantic when Mike suddenly
gave my ear one final quick lick and hissed, "Turn around!"

"Yes, Sir!" I exclaimed eagerly as I released my hold on Mike's hips and
turned around to face the desk.

I heard a drawer open and a soft click, and then I felt the extreme
pleasure of Mike working some sort of cool lube into my ass, getting me
ready to take the fuck I'd been desperate to have all evening. I saw the
plastic lube container hit the desktop and bounce off on the other side,
and then I felt Mike plant a hand firmly on the back of my neck and force
me down flat against the desk. Fortunately, I managed to work my arms
around in front so I could grab the other side of the desk for balance.

"This might hurt," Mike said with a touch of concern.

"Just fuck me!" I screamed. "PLEASE!"

Again, all Mike needed was a little encouragement to overcome his
hesitation, and a second later I felt his hard dick pressed up against my
asshole.

"Fuck me, Mike!" I begged, and then I let out a scream of pleasure as Mike
drove his cock forward, penetrating my ass and plunging himself in all the
way to his balls.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a worried tone.

"Never better," I managed. "Now fuck me like you've always wanted to fuck a
jockstrap-wearing stud!"

Without another wasted second, Mike began pounding my ass with every ounce
of energy he had. I could hear and feel his balls slapping against my ass
while his cock pummeled my insides. I could feel the rough texture of his
suit rubbing against my skin. I could feel his silk tie tickling my lower
back as it swung back and forth with each thrust of his cock. He was
pounding my ass so hard that I was clinging to the desk for dear
life. Everything on the desk was jumping and sliding around. A container of
pens and pencils finally tipped over, spilling its contents onto the desk
before they rolled off to the floor.

"Yeah, your jock ass loves my cock," Mike mumbled. "You wanted to get
fucked, well, you're getting fucked!"

"Harder, Mike! Harder!" I begged.

"I'll give you harder!" he yelled and proceeded to thrust even harder. He
was fucking me to heaven. All of the stress of the evening was being
pounded out of me.

"That's it, Mike. That's it! Oh, fuck me, Mike!" I screamed.

With a wild thrust, Mike buried his cock in my ass. I felt him wrap his arm
around my waist and quickly work his hand down into the jock pouch. Once he
had his fist clamped around my cock, he resumed fucking my ass with shallow
but tremendously hard thrusts. Every time he drove his cock into my ass, it
forced my cock through his tight fist. Harder and harder. Faster and
faster. His rabbit fucking was driving me crazy.

"I'm gonna fill your jock ass with cum!" Mike yelled.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" I screamed with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck, kid, HERE IT CUUUUUUUUUUUMS!" he bellowed. With one final mighty
thrust, he let out a roar and began whacking away fast on my cock. "Oh
FUCK!" he screamed, and I knew he was coating my insides with his hot cum.

"Jack me, Mike. Faster," I begged. "I'm almost there!" I could feel Mike
shudder as he unloaded more cum in my ass, but he managed to continue
jacking my cock for all he was worth. "I'm cumming!" I moaned, only seconds
before my load was unleashed to fill the jock pouch and coat Mike's hand.

Mike heaved a satisfied sigh and collapsed onto my back. I could feel the
buttons of his dress shirt pressing into my skin. For several minutes, we
remained motionless while we both tried to recover from the hard fuck that
Mike had just given me.

"Thanks," I finally said. "I needed that."

"Any time," Mike replied with a laugh. He withdrew his hand from my jock,
and from the slurping sounds, I knew he was licking that hand
clean--savoring every drop of my salty cum. Finally, he planted his hands
on the desktop and pushed backward, taking his weight off of me but also
making his cock start to withdraw from my ass. I tried to clamp my ass
muscles tight and hold him inside me, but the force of his backward shove
was too much for me. His cock popped free, and I suddenly felt very empty,
but still deeply satisfied.

As I continued to lie with my chest on the desk, an amazing sense of
relaxation washed over me. I didn't want to move. I was so relaxed that I
nearly jumped onto the desk when Mike unexpectedly ran his tongue up my ass
crack.

"I should have warned you," he laughed. "Just hold still while I get you
cleaned up."

I relaxed again and let out a loud sigh of contentment as Mike continued to
lick my ass clean. I could even feel his tongue penetrating my ass in
search of his own cum. When Mike was satisfied that he'd found all there
was to recover, he leaned back, and I could hear him smacking his
lips. Assuming we were finished, I finally let go of the front edge of the
desk and pushed myself back into a standing position. When I turned around,
however, I discovered that Mike was on his knees at my feet.

With a shy grin up at me, Mike leaned forward and began sucking my cum out
of the mesh jock pouch. I had to grab his hair again to steady myself as my
legs almost went out from under me. "That feels so fucking good," I
whispered.

"Glad to hear it," Mike mumbled as I began to grind my jock-bound cock
against his mouth. After a minute or so, Mike finally grabbed the waistband
of the jock and jerked it down, tucking it under my cock and balls. He then
leaned in and began to lap up all the cum that he hadn't been able to suck
out through the material. He licked cum off my cock and out of my pubes,
and then he took my soft cock in his mouth to work out any final drops of
cum I had left to give. I reached down to stroke along my cock from the
base to the tip to help give Mike his final reward.

Completely satisfied, Mike finally pulled the jock back up over my cock and
balls, got off his knees, and stood up far enough to collapse back into his
desk chair. He still had every stitch of clothing on, but it was all now
drench with sweat. I couldn't resist looking at his softening cock and
hairy balls still hanging out through his zipper and nestled in the crotch
material of his trousers. I quickly dropped to my knees between his legs
and sucked his cock into my mouth. I wanted desperately to taste the cum
that had filled my ass, and I was rewarded with a small but tasty sample.

When I finally sat back on my haunches and let Mike's cock slip out of my
mouth, Mike said, "Wow, I've been fantasizing about that for years, but I
never thought it would happen. And I definitely never thought it would feel
that fucking amazing!"

"Well, now you know," I said with a wink as I reached forward, tucked his
cock and balls back into his trousers, and zipped him up.

"How come I haven't seen you around before?" Mike asked.

"Just visiting. We're having a family reunion over in the park. People have
come from all over. It started out pretty wild, but now it looks like it's
going to turn into a pretty boring two weeks."

Mike paused for a second before leaning forward and opening the top right
desk drawer. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a business card, held
it out toward me, and said, "If it gets too boring, give me a call. I'm
sure we can figure out something to keep you entertained."

"Definitely," I said as I took the business card and tucked it into the
front of the jockstrap. I flashed a grin at Mike before turning to go back
around the desk and gather up my clothes.

"Ummmm...."

"Yeah?" I asked, standing up with my arms full of clothes.

"I was just wondering," Mike said, all shy again. "Can I keep those?" I
broke out laughing and Mike suddenly turned red. "I shouldn't have
asked. Sorry."

"Hey, no," I said, trying to stop laughing. "That's cool. Actually, it's
more than cool. It's hot." I tossed my clothes on Mike's desk, added Mike's
business card to the pile, and then took off the cummy jockstrap with a
quick bend and a flourish. "All yours," I said as I tossed the jockstrap to
Mike.

"Thanks," he said with a sheepish grin as he caught them. I watched in
silence as he brought the jock pouch up to his nose while keeping his eyes
locked on me. He inhaled deeply and sighed, "Mmmmmm." I winked and started
to get dressed.

*****

After I was fully dressed, I moved to stand by the office door and wait for
Mike to straighten up himself and his desk. Nosey guy that I am, I glanced
across the supply shelf while I waited.

"Hey, Mike," I said.

"Yeah?" he responded, gathering up the spilled pens and pencils.

"Mind if I take a fresh jock with me?" I asked.

"Help yourself," Mike said casually, placing the refilled pen-and-pencil
container on his desk.

As I reached over to grab another jock just like the one I'd been wearing,
I said, "That way, I'll be ready whenever the need arises, so to speak."

"In that case," Mike said with a short laugh, "take three or four."

"Are you sure?" I asked, turning to look at Mike. I couldn't tell whether
he was kidding me or not.

"Definitely," he said. "If I'm not here at the shop when you call me, I
won't have immediate access to them when we need them." He added
sheepishly, "And I am hoping that you do call."

"You can count on it!" I laughed. "Hey, mind if I take a couple of these
Speedos as well?"

"Not at all. You earned 'em," Mike laughed.

"Thanks. I borrowed some from my cousin before, but I'd rather have my own
if I go to the pool again. Do you have any white ones?"

"I think there should be some white ones there," he said, coming over to
help me look. "Why do you want white in particular?"

"Because when they're wet, they leave nothing to the imagination," I
laughed. "My jaw nearly hit the cement when my cousin first climbed out of
the pool and I saw his cock behind the nearly invisible material. I want to
show my cock off in the same way."

"Then by all means, white," Mike said with a laugh. "Here you
are. White. And they look your size." Mike held out a pair of white
Speedos. I took them and held them up across my crotch. They looked
perfect--guaranteed not to cover any more than the ones I'd borrowed from
cousin Evan had. "Take these too," Mike added, holding out a red
pair. "Red's my favorite color."

"Thanks," I said with a smile as I took the second pair. I paused for a
moment with the two pairs of Speedos and four jockstraps filling my
hands. "I'm really glad you're the one I ran into tonight."

"Me too," Mike said with a grin. "Believe me. Me too."

There was an awkward moment, and then I impulsively stepped forward to
close the gap between us and give Mike a final kiss. Nice and gentle and
soft. Not like earlier, but I enjoyed it just as much.

"I really want to see you again," Mike whispered softly when we finally
broke from the kiss.

"Don't worry," I said, patting his business card in my pocket. "I'm here
for two weeks, and we will definitely get together again."

"Great," Mike said cheerfully. "Well, let's get you a bag for all your
goodies."

*****

"You know," I said, while Mike was locking the outside door of the store,
"I think you'd really like my cousin Evan--the one with the great cock in
white Speedos."

"Oh, well, I don't know," Mike countered nervously. "I can't afford to get
caught. I've never done anything like this before."

"No problem," I assured him. "Evan can keep a secret. I promise. And he
likes to get fucked as much as I do."

"Ummm..." Mike was too shocked to reply coherently.

"Actually," I added cryptically, "most of my family is good at keeping
secrets."

"I..." Mike continued to be dumbfounded, and he furrowed his brow while he
tried to figure out exactly what I meant.

"Talk to you later." I patted Mike on the shoulder and then turned to walk
back to the motel. I smiled knowing that Mike was watching my ass walk away
and that he was almost certainly wondering when he would be able to plow
his cock into it again.


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