Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 14:09:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: My-Mate-and-His-Dad-Part-1 (gay/incest)

My Mate and His Dad

This is FICTION. Don't read it if you're not old enough, if m/m stories
offend you, or if you don't want to know about a son and a friend getting
to know each other and the son's father in every way. On the other hand, if
that's what you're looking for, here it is...


PART 1

Rufus and I have been best mates for as long as I can remember. We met on
the first day of preschool. He wanted to play with the building blocks, but
some other kid was hogging them all to himself and glaring at Rufus.

I walked over to them and said, "You have to share."

"No I don't," responded the brat and turned his back on us.

Rufus shrugged and started to walk away, but I grabbed his arm and asked,
"Where are you going?"

"There's other toys," he said.

"Don't you want to play with the blocks?"

"Yeah, but--"

"Then let's play with them."

"How?"

"I've got an idea," I said and began to whisper in Rufus's ear. The little
brat with all the blocks looked back over his shoulder to see what we were
doing, but I just turned my head away and continued to whisper to Rufus.

When I'd finished revealing my plan to Rufus, he looked at me with a big
grin that said I was the most brilliant person on the planet. We split up,
and he circled around the brat in one direction, and I headed off in the
other. The brat tried to watch us both, but it was impossible; he
eventually had to lose sight of one of us in order to find the other. At
the crucial moment, I nodded at Rufus.

"What are you doing?" the brat demanded of me. However, while he was
looking at me, Rufus darted in and grabbed an armful of blocks and dashed
away.

"Give those back!" the brat screamed as he jumped up to chase Rufus. As I'd
planned, that left the remaining blocks unguarded, and I didn't waste any
time gathering them up and running in the opposite direction.

When Rufus and I met up again, he'd managed to lose the brat, who was
probably sobbing to the teacher, but we didn't care.

"I'm Rufus," he said, as he dropped his armload of blocks on the floor.

"I'm Gunther," I said, as I added my blocks to his and then held out my
hand.

We shook hands and then collapsed to the floor to begin playing with the
blocks. We quickly became nearly inseparable, spending every free moment
together. At the end of the day, when our mothers picked us up, we made
sure they met. We lived in different parts of town, so they didn't know
each other, but they were both glad we'd made friends, and they wanted to
encourage us.

It wasn't long before our families were doing everything
together. Dinners. Movies. Camping. Vacations. It was like we were one big
happy family. Two mothers, two fathers, us two brothers, and one annoying
sister. Rufus had a sister who was two years older than we were, and she
was a complete pain.

*****

As we grew up, Rufus and I continued to do everything together. And I mean
everything. Well, some things took a little longer than others, but we
eventually got around to everything. One day, when we were 15...

"Truth or dare?" Rufus asked with a grin.

"What?" I asked. We were hanging out alone at my house, and I had been
concentrating on the TV show we were watching. I had no clue what he was
talking about.

"Truth of dare?" he repeated. "Come on, let's play."

"Play what?"

"How many times do I have to say it? Truth or dare?" he laughed. "You
either have to answer a question truthfully or accept any dare I come up
with."

"Why do I have to go first?" I asked, slightly annoyed. I really wanted to
watch the show!

"Fine, I'll go first," he conceded. "Truth."

"Okay, why do you want to play a stupid game right now?"

"Because it's a good way to learn about each other."

"We know everything there is to know. What more is there to learn?" I
asked.

"No, only one question at a time. You had your chance. My turn now," Rufus
laughed. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said while trying to get back to my show.

"Do you want to have sex with my sister?" Rufus asked.

"Ewwwwww!" I said and make a face. "That's the most disgusting idea
ever!!!" Rufus almost laughed his ass off, and I realized he was
joking. "This is stupid. I want to watch this show."

"Okay, okay. Dare," Rufus said as he tried to get himself under control.

"Oh, suck me, you idiot!" I said as I got up to head to the kitchen. If
Rufus wasn't going to let me watch my show, I was going to get something to
eat.

It was a good thing mum had gone to the store, because there was nothing in
the refrigerator. Oh, there were things in there. Lots of jars of stuff,
but nothing that looked good to me at the moment. Finally, I settled on a
jar of big thick pickles at the back and leaned in to grab them. The next
thing I knew, my running shorts were being yanked down.

"Hey!" I yelled as I whirled around with the pickle jar in my hand and
discovered Rufus on his knees in front of me. "What's that for?"

"I can't suck you with your shorts on," he said with a grin.

"What?!"

"You dared me. I have to do it," he said and swiftly yanked my underwear
down before I could really process what he was saying.

"Rufus..." I objected lamely as he leaned forward and took my soft cock
into his mouth. All I could do was gasp from the surprise and try not to
let me legs buckle under me.

I won't lie. I'd been jerking off for a long time already, but this was
something new. I'd never had a hot mouth around my dick before. It felt
amazing! So, I relaxed and let Rufus carry out his dare.

As my cock began to stiffen, Rufus slid back on it, so only the head was in
his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirling around the head, and I
unconsciously dropped my own mouth open and began running my tongue around
my lips in sync with Rufus's tongue movements.

I surprised myself as a small groan escaped from my throat. I looked down
at Rufus to see if he'd heard and saw him looking up at me with my cock
still in his mouth. I don't know what my face looked like, but Rufus pulled
off my dick and broke into gales of laughter. Well, I've never liked people
laughing at me, so I put the jar of pickles on the counter and bent over to
pull up my shorts. That stopped Rufus from laughing.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"What's it look like?"

"But I'm not finished yet," he said before pushing my shorts back down to
my ankles and leaning in to suck my hard dick back into his hot and hungry
mouth. As he slid his mouth up and down my shaft, he looked up at me and we
locked eyes. I could tell from the look on his face that he was enjoying
the taste of my dick, and he confirmed it with wink.

I couldn't help breaking into a huge smile. "Yeah, suck that dick,
Rufus. Your mouth feels so hot!" I have no idea where that came from, but
Rufus seemed to enjoy it. He grinned with his eyes because his mouth was
too busy.

I leaned back against the counter, and my elbow tapped the pickle jar. It
suddenly gave me an idea. I reached around to get the jar and brought it in
front of me. Rufus looked at me quizzically but kept working my dick. I
twisted the top off the jar, took out a nice big juicy pickle, and put the
jar and lid back on the counter. I then locked eyes with Rufus as I slurped
the whole pickle into my mouth.

I pulled the pickle out of my mouth and licked up and down the sides. I
watched Rufus as he caught on and began to imitate me. He released my cock
head from his mouth and began to lick the shaft, all the while keeping his
eyes one me and the pickle. I slid the pickle back into my mouth, and Rufus
slowly swallowed my cock again. I then began slowly pulling out the pickle
and pushing it back in, and Rufus began sucking my cock in exactly the same
rhythm. I sped up, and Rufus sped up. I slowed down, and Rufus slowed
down. In all of my past jacking off, I'd never been as hot and horny as I
was right now.

I threw the pickle in the sink, grabbed Rufus's head in my hands, and began
to fuck his mouth. Rufus quickly wrapped his right hand around the base of
my shaft to keep me from fucking too deep into his mouth. His warm hand on
my shaft and his hot, wet mouth sucking the head of my dick felt amazing. I
began to fuck his face even faster.

"Oh god, this feels so amazing. You have no idea. Oh yeah. Thank you,
Rufus. Thank you."

Rufus started jacking my dick even faster than I could fuck him. My nerves
were all going into overload.

"No, Rufus. Stop. Stop!"

Rufus quickly stopped and pulled his mouth off my dick. "What? Are you
okay?" he asked with a worried look.

"Fucking amazing," I said.

"Then why did you want me to stop?"

"I was about to cum."

"And you stopped me? You jerk!"

Before I knew it, Rufus was jerking frantically on my cock and had the head
pointed at his open mouth. I was shocked.

"You want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Definitely. Now shut up and enjoy it," Rufus ordered.

And with that, I relaxed back into the pleasure of being jacked off by my
best mate. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. "Oh, fuck, Rufus, that
feels so good."

"It better. How about this?" he asked. I felt him close the thumb and index
finger of his left hand around my ballsac, between my balls and my body. He
then began to close his fist one finger at a time, tightened my ballsac
around my balls and pressuring them gently. All the time, he kept jacking
my dick without missing a beat.

"Oh yeah, play with my balls. That feels amazing. Oh, fuck, Rufus, here it
cums. I'm gonna cum. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Just shut up and cum already!" Rufus ordered as he stuck out his tongue
and pressed it against the underside of my cock head.

"You asked for it! Here it cums," I warned one last time as we locked eyes
again. "Oh, Rufus! I'm cumming!!!" And with that, every nerve and muscle in
my body went crazy and I began shooting wads of cum into my best mate's
eager mouth. He continued jacking my dick as I watched the cum fly across
his tongue and disappear.

My body shivered in a sudden contraction, disrupting my aim, and one shot
of my cum hit Rufus on the cheek. I don't know whether he wanted to avoid a
bigger mess or if he didn't want to miss any more of my cum, but Rufus
quickly swallowed the load already in his mouth and leaned in to suck my
dick back in to engulf my dick with his mouth.

I leaned back against the kitchen counter for support and tried to catch my
breath. Rufus continued to suckle gently on my dick as it began to
soften. My body gave in to one final contraction as my sensitive cock
warned that it had had enough.

Rufus let my dick slip from his mouth as he backed off and stood up. With a
sly grin, he asked, "Truth or Dare?"

Well, I wasn't in any shape for physical activity at that point,
so... "Truth."

"Okay, would you want to do this again sometime?" he asked.

"Are you stupid? Of course I would." I laughed.

"I thought you might. And I'm glad," he said as he used his fingers to wipe
my cum off his cheek before putting them in his mouth to suck them clean,
"because you taste amazing, mate."

"I know."

"What?" Rufus asked with obvious surprise.

"Waste not, want not. That's what mum always says."

We both started laughing, but Rufus wasn't going to let it go. "Seriously,
you've tasted your own?"

"Yeah, haven't you?" I asked.

"Of course, but you?"

"I guess we both did learn something from today's game of Truth or Dare," I
said. "Now, if you don't mind..." I leaned down to pull up my underwear and
shorts.

"Good idea," Rufus said. "You wouldn't want your mum to catch you with your
pants down in her kitchen. How would you explain that?"

I reached into the sink to retrieve the pickle I'd been sucking on and then
turned on the water to give it a quick rinse. When I'd turned off the water
and turned back around to face Rufus, I said. "I would say we were just
eating pickles." I then took a huge bite of the pickle.

"Ouch!" Rufus exclaimed with a lock of mock horror on his face as he
covered his crotch with his hands.

We both broke into more laughter as I closed up the jar and put the
remaining pickles back in the refrigerator. However, when I turned back
around, I couldn't help noticing that Rufus was covering a nice hard pickle
of his own.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What what about me?"

"Well, you know," I said as I pointed toward his crotch with my half-eaten
pickle.

"After biting that pickle in half? No way is your mouth getting anywhere
near my dick," he laughed.

"Bite me," I responded with a laugh as I started to leave the kitchen.

"Hey, I didn't say Dare!" Rufus exclaimed as he playfully shoved me into
the doorframe and hurried back to the living room.

*****

As I sat on the sofa and watched TV a little while later, I couldn't help
glancing over at Rufus, who was sprawled all over the armchair. Although
we'd been like brothers ever since we met, we were really different
physically. At the time, I was 5'11", weighed 140 pounds, and had
short-cropped blond hair. Rufus, on the other hand, was only 5'6", weighed
about 180 pounds, and had shoulder-length black hair.

Rufus reached up to brush some of that long black hair from his face and
caught me looking at him. "What?"

"What what?" I asked innocently.

"Don't play stupid, Gunther, although I know you don't always have to play
at it."

"I don't know what you mean," I declared and pretended to concentrate on
the TV.

"You're not going to go all weird on me now about earlier, are you?" Rufus
pursued.

"Why should I?"

"Hmmm, your best mate gives you a blowjob and eats your cum every day, does
he?"

"We'll see," I said, trying to be flip.

"Look, it was just a bit of fun."

I'd never heard Rufus sound quite like he did when he said that. There was
something slightly desperate in his voice, so I looked up at him. Rufus was
now sitting on the edge of the chair, and I could tell he was worried or
nervous or something. Definitely not his usual easygoing self.

"Jeez, lighten up," I said as I grabbed a sofa pillow and threw it at
him. "I'm fine. It was great. We'll definitely do it again. At least I hope
we will. You're the best I ever had."

"Yeah, like you ever had any before," he laughed, throwing the pillow back
at me and then sprawling back out in the chair. That was a relief. Crisis
averted.

"So," I said, trying to sound casual, "where did you learn to be such a
good cocksucker?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he responded coyly. "I guess you'll have to
wait until the next game of Truth or Dare."

"Okay," I said, sitting up and throwing the sofa pillow back at
Rufus. "Truth or Dare?"

Rufus started laughing and, thinking he was being clever, quickly said,
"Dare."

"I dare you to tell me where you learned to be such a good cocksucker and
if it is going to be your full-time occupation," I ordered triumphantly.

"Screw you," Rufus yelled and threw the pillow back at me before jumping up
and heading for the door. His sudden anger caught me completely off guard,
but then I rushed after him and spun him around just as he was reaching for
the doorknob.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, holding him firmly by the shoulders. "Why
are you being so touchy all of the sudden?"

"Fine," he said, trying to break free from my grasp. "Yes, I'm good at
sucking cock. I've had a lot of practice. I love sucking cock. I loved
sucking your cock. I'm gay. Your best mate is a faggot. And he has been in
love with you for years! Is that what you wanted to hear?" As he finished,
tears were rolling down his cheeks.

I stood there stunned for a second, not by what he'd said but how he'd said
it. He was hurt and angry and frustrated and embarrassed and defiant and
vulnerable, all at the same time. All I wanted to do at that moment was to
make my best mate's troubles go away.

Keeping a firm grasp on his shoulders, I leaned in and kissed Rufus on the
lips. Softly at first, but then more urgently. I felt his arms encircle my
waist. I released my firm hold and moved my hands around to his back to
form a tight embrace. I felt his lips part slightly and his tongue gently
caressed my lips. I parted my lips and our tongues began to explore each
other, penetrating deep into each other's mouths. A soft moan escaped from
Rufus's mouth, and I pulled back, ending the exchange with several soft
final kisses on his lips.

"You wanted to know why I was looking at you earlier," I said as Rufus
wiped the tears off his cheeks. "Well, I was thinking what a great
cocksucker my best mate is..." Rufus started to back away but I held him
tight. "And I was hoping it wasn't just a one-off experiment for him. And I
was wondering how I could tell my best mate that I was in love with him,
without having him think I was just saying it so I could have my cock
sucked on a regular basis."

"Are you serious? You mean it?" Rufus asked, clearly not certain about what
he was hearing.

"Of course, I mean it. How many times do I have to tell you you're a great
cocksucker?"

"Fuck you," Rufus said with a laugh and a sniffle as he hit me in the
chest.

"Whoa, I didn't say Dare!" I laughed and leaned in for another quick kiss.

"Truth," Rufus said seriously, "I do love you."

"Truth," I responded, "I do love you."

*****

Rufus eventually did tell me where he got so much practice at sucking
cock. It turns out there was a very active toilet in the park near his
house. He said when we were still "just friends" and he got so horny for me
that he couldn't stand it, he would go to the park and suck off some guy in
the toilet and pretend it was me. What a dufus is Rufus! And how many
blowjobs I missed! Still, I couldn't argue with the fact that he had
perfected his skills.

Rufus also swore to me that from the day he finally sucked my cock, he was
through with the park toilet. Instead, he continued to perfect his skills
on me alone. I had no objection to helping further his education. In fact,
I soon accepted the dare to begin perfecting my own oral skills, and Rufus
was a very good instructor.

One day, however, we were in the park near his house and Rufus decided to
show me where the toilet was. Okay, he'd dared me to let him suck me off in
the toilet, so we'd headed over to the park to make his fantasy a reality.

Just as we were nearing the toilet, the door opened, and a man stepped
out. Rufus quickly grabbed my arm and yanked me behind a nearby tree. I
started to object to being shoved around, but he motioned for me to be
quiet and nodded his head in the direction of the toilet. I took a quick
look around the tree and saw the man from the toilet heading in our
direction. That wasn't all I saw. I saw that the man was Rufus's dad.

I quickly ducked back behind the tree. Rufus and I then inched around the
tree so that it was always between us and his dad. By the time his dad was
disappearing down a park path, Rufus and I were on the same side of the
tree as the toilet. At that moment, a guy who was about our age came out of
the toilet and looked around. I recognized him from school; it was Trevor
Watkins, the star of the tennis team. He saw us, waved nonchalantly, spit
on the ground, and walked off in the opposite direction. As if drawn by a
magnet, Rufus and I hurried to examine the spit.

"Do you think...?" I tried to ask but couldn't finish.

"It certainly looks like..." Rufus responded slowly.

"It's cum, guys."

Rufus and I just about jumped out of our skin as we realized that Trevor
had returned and was standing behind us. We quickly turned around to face
him.

"Oh, hi, Trevor," I said. "We were just--"

"He has a pretty good idea what we were just," Rufus said with a laugh.

"Yeah, Rufus and me used to share the trade around here," Trevor confirmed,
"before he found his own steady supply."

I couldn't help feeling embarrassed and stepped behind Rufus, but he took
my hand and said, "Better than you've ever tasted. Trust me."

Trevor just laughed. "I always wondered if you two--."

"It's only recently..." I started to say.

But Trevor held up his hand. "No need to explain to me, Gun."

"So, is he still in there?" Rufus asked.

"Who?" Trevor was slightly confused. "Oh, the big load that was too much to
swallow. No, you must have just missed him. He came out right before
me. He's a new guy. I've never seen him before. You would have liked it
though. Hot and sweet and lots of it. You know I normally don't spit, but
he shot so much I was full before I finished swallowing," Trevor laughed.

"That's saying something, if you couldn't even take it all," Rufus joked,
trying to cover the fact that I could see his mind was working at a mile a
minute.

"Sorry, are we shocking you, Gun?" Trevor asked, looking at me. "You look a
bit shell-shocked."

"Oh no, it's just the surprise. I didn't know you.... Well, you know." I
muttered.

"Sucked cock?" Trevor laughed. "Can't play tennis all the time."

"I guess not," I responded weakly.

"Speaking of tennis, I'd better get to practice. Later." Trevor started to
walk away and then said over his shoulder with a laugh, "Have fun in there,
you two."

"Don't worry about us," Rufus called out, and Trevor waved without looking
back.

"Did you know that your dad..." I couldn't finish, and then the thought
came to me. "You never...!"

"What? Oh no! You heard Trevor say he was new. Jeez, Gunther, what do you
think of me?"

"I'm sorry."

"Well, just so you know, it might be 'anonymous' but I've been quick enough
to see every guy I've ever sucked in there, and not one of them was my
dad. I definitely would have remembered that. Now, come on. I really want
to suck your cock."

"You really want to suck my cock, or do you just want to pretend it's your
dad's?" I don't know why I said it, but I did. And the moment I said it, I
was already sorry. Rufus pulled his hand out of mine, looked searchingly in
my eyes, and then started to walk away without a word.

I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. I hurried to catch up with Rufus
and block his retreat. He tried to get around me, but I kept stopping him.

"Look, I'm sorry. It was a stupid thing to say. I don't know why I said
it." I finally grabbed his hands and he didn't pull away. However, he
didn't look at me either. He just kept staring at our linked hands.

"It's sick," he finally whispered.

"I know. I said I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it."

"No, not what you said," Rufus continued to whisper. "The fact that you
were right. I never thought of him that way until I knew Trevor had sucked
him, and then I suddenly realized I was jealous of Trevor. If I would have
sucked you at that moment, you were right; I would have been pretending it
was my dad's cock I was sucking."

"Well, I'm not going to let you suck my cock now, so stop worrying about
it," I laughed. Rufus looked up but quickly returned his gaze to our
hands. "Besides," I continued, "I don't care whose cock you suck as long as
I know I'm the one you love."

Rufus looked up again, and this time a single tear rolled down his
cheek. "I do love you." He lifted his hand, but I wouldn't let go, so he
wiped away the tear with the back of my hand.

"Besides," I said with a grin, "I wouldn't mind sucking your dad's dick
either. He's hot."

"Fuck you," Rufus said with a laugh as he yanked his hands from mine and
playfully bumped me with his shoulder.

"You keep promising that, Toiletman, but you never do," I said and shoved
him back. "I guess I'll just have to get your dad to pop my cherry."

"Only if I get to watch."

"Pervert!"

"Look who's talking."

We were both laughing so hard now, we could barely walk. The awkwardness
had passed, and everything was back to normal. Of course, when we did
eventually regroup and walk away, I couldn't help sneaking a glance back up
the path that Rufus's dad had taken.


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