Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 09:01:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: My-Mate-and-His-Dad-Part-4 (gay/incest)

My Mate and His Dad

This is FICTION and not intended to encourage or condone any similar
real-world activities. 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 4

"Mum," Rufus said between bites of his curry, "is it okay if Gunther sleeps
over tonight?"

We were almost finished eating. Rufus and I had been exchanging glances all
through the meal, trying to find the most casual opening to set the plan in
motion. It was now or never, or at least not tonight.

Mary, Rufus's sister, put down her fork. "Don't you have a home to go to?"

"Mary," Mrs. Shepherd reprimanded. "You'll have to ask your dad, Rufus. I'm
working the night shift at the hospital, so he's the one who will have to
be responsible for you."

"We can be responsible for ourselves," Rufus objected, but with a quick
glance in my direction.

"Would you mind, Mr. Shepherd?" I asked innocently.

"Well, it's been quite a while since you boys had a sleepover,"
Mr. Shepherd said with his eyes locked on me. "Why not?"

"Have you told your parents what you're planning?" Mrs. Shepherd asked.

"What?" Her reference to our "plan" took me by surprise.

"You do have parents, don't you, Gunther?" Mr. Shepherd asked with a grin.

"Ruben," Mrs. Shepherd said to him with mock harshness.

"Oh, yes, sir. I mean, yes, I've already asked them. I called before we
left your house. They said they don't mind if you don't."

"Well, I mind," Mary declared. "I'm not spending the night in a house with
those two. I'm staying at Kylie's."

"Good riddance," Rufus said.

"That's enough, Son," Mr. Shepherd said sternly. "Does Kylie know she's
providing you shelter from these boys?"

"She will as soon as she reads this," Mary confirmed as she finished
sending a text.

"Then it's all settled. It's just you three boys tonight," Mrs. Shepherd
said with an innocent smile.

"Sounds good to me." Mr. Shepherd grinned and raised his water glass. "To
the boys."

Rufus and I raised our glasses and joined in the toast. "To the boys!"

"Oh please," Mary said and stormed out of the restaurant.

"Looks like it's time to go," Mr. Shepherd laughed.

*****

"I'm thirsty. Anyone else want anything?"

I stretched and flexed my groin muscles, trying to stimulate a bit of
growth. I looked over at Mr. Shepherd who was sprawled on the sofa, but he
just kept watching the TV. Then I looked over at Rufus, who was sitting on
the floor in front of a chair across from me. Rufus quickly looked at his
father and then nodded at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I'm good," Rufus said. "Help yourself."

I stretched again, and this time I brought my hand down to my crotch as if
to adjust myself, but I really wanted to add some discreet manual
stimulation to the groin muscle flexing. It worked well enough that anyone
who wanted to look could see that I was at least getting ready for some
action without having an obvious tent.

Leaving my empty glass on the table beside my chair, I crossed between the
sofa and the television, so Mr. Shepherd had a good view of my
crotch. "Down in front," he said, but I could see from the corner of my eye
that he turned his head slightly to follow my progress.

"Sorry, I forgot my glass." I crossed back to my chair to pick up the empty
glass, and again Mr. Shepherd's head swiveled slightly to follow me back
across the room.

For the third and final pass, I stopped in front of the TV and faced the
sofa. "Are you sure you don't want something while I'm up, Mr. Shepherd."

"Not just now," he said, but he licked his lips before tilting his head to
look around me at the television. I looked down at Rufus, and he just
rolled his eyes at me, so I headed off to the kitchen.

"On third thought, I am a bit thirsty," I heard Mr. Shepherd say from the
living room.

I put my glass on the counter, took the pitcher of cold water out of the
refrigerator, filled my glass, put the pitcher down on the counter, and
waited. It wasn't long before I felt Mr. Shepherd's presence.

I heard him cross the room until he was directly behind me. He reached out
and placed one hand to my left on the counter and one hand to my right. I
could feel his body pressing against mine, so I moved forward slightly
until my crotch was pressed against the cabinet fronts. Mr. Shepherd just
stepped forward as well until his crotch was pressed against my ass. There
was no mistaking the hard cock restrained by his pants.

"Umm, is there something I can do for you, Mr. Shepherd?"

"Yes, and you do it very well," he said as he ground his cock against my
ass.

"I don't know what you mean," I said coyly. I managed to turn around and
face him so that our hard cocks were now pressing against each other
through the fabric of our clothes.

He leaned in, put his nose to my throat and inhaled. "Mmmm," he
sighed. "You smell so good. How come I've never caught you sucking cock in
the park before?"

"It was my first time."

"That was no first-time blowjob you gave me," he said, looking in my eyes
again.

"Well, no, not my first blowjob, but the first time there. The only time
there," I stammered.

"Then where else?" he asked as he continued to grind his cock against mine.

"Umm, well, here."

"With Rufus?"

"Yes."

"Who else?"

"No one."

"You seemed to know Trevor fairly well."

"We're just mates. At school."

"Does he know Rufus?"

"Sure."

"And have they...?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"But you and Rufus have."

"Umm, yeah. Well, we've traded blowjobs. Sure."

"But nothing else?"

"No," I said, a little too emphatically.

Mr. Shepherd laughed and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Fuck me hard,
Mr. Shepherd. I want your cum so bad!"

"You heard us this afternoon?"

"Anyone in the house could have heard you," he laughed. "We were just lucky
that Mary and her mother decided to stay in the car."

Impulsively, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. For a brief moment,
there was no response, and I thought I'd made a major tactical error. Then
I felt his lips soften and he began to return the kiss. I felt his hands
move from the counter to grab my back to pull me into him. His lips parted,
and I felt his tongue press urgently against my lips. I opened my mouth and
surrendered to the invasion.

Every nerve in my body was tingling from his touch. He moved one hand
around between us and began massaging my cock. I pulled back and gently bit
his lip. He responded by taking my lip in his teeth and holding it firmly
but gently as he moved his hands to the top of my jeans.

I felt pressure against my stomach, so I inhaled deeply to give him the
space he needed, and his hand quickly slid down inside my jeans and found
my cock. The feel of his hand on my cock sent shivers through me. "Oh
fuck," I moaned into his mouth.

Mr. Shepherd pulled his head back and looked me in the eyes. "Is that what
you want? Do you really want me to fuck you, Gunther?"

"Oh yes," I said before leaning in for another deep kiss while he continued
to fondle my cock. When he forced his hand deeper and grabbed my balls, I
lost control. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," I moaned as my cock erupted
to fill my underwear and cover Mr. Shepherd's hand.

I grabbed the counter to keep from collapsing and tried to get my breathing
back under control. Mr. Shepherd kissed me one last time on the lips as he
pulled his cum-covered hand out of my jeans.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Shepherd, I didn't mean..." My voice trailed off as I
watched him lift his hand to his mouth and lick it.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly. "It's even better than the small sample I got at
the toilet." With that, he winked at me, and we both started laughing.

"Do you want a taste?" he asked and moved his hand slightly toward me. I
leaned in to lick my cum off the back of his hand and he leaned forward to
lick my cum off his palm. I savored the taste of my own cum, but the
sensation of licking Mr. Shepherd's hand was brilliant. I turned my head to
feel his skin on my cheek and let out a small sigh.

"Hey, what's taking you so long?" Rufus yelled from the living room.

"Having a snack," Mr. Shepherd yelled. "We'll be back in a minute."
Mr. Shepherd leaned in to kiss me again, and I could taste my cum on his
tongue. I pulled away and licked my lips.

"I'd better make some sandwiches or something," I said as I started
grabbing things out of the refrigerator and putting them on the counter.

Mr. Shepherd leaned back against the kitchen table and watched me. "So,
what does Rufus know about us?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You didn't tell your best mate about the blowjob?"

"What am I supposed to say? 'I sucked you dad's cock at the park toilet the
other night.'" I pretended to be concentrating on the sandwiches or else I
would have started laughing, since that's exactly what I did say to Rufus
when the news came out.

"Well, that's good. I don't think he needs to know, does he?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Exactly. So how long have you two been at it?"

"About three years."

"You and Rufus have been fucking since you were fifteen?"

"Oh no, that's only in the past few months. It was our eighteenth birthday
present to each other."

"Nice birthday presents."

"We thought so."

"Why don't you come to my room after Rufus is asleep," Mr. Shepherd asked
suddenly. "We can get to know each other a bit better." He stepped up
behind me again and pressed his body against mine as I finished up the
sandwiches. I started to lick some mayonnaise off my fingers, but
Mr. Shepherd grabbed my hand and began to suck them clean instead.

"I don't know," I said, but he began to grind his cock against my ass
again.

"Do you want me to fuck you or not, Gunther?"

"Definitely, but..."

"No buts, other than your butt with my cock in it." Mr. Shepherd leaned in
and bit my neck lightly as he pressed his cock against my ass. He slowly
brought my hand he'd sucked clean down to grab my own cock and then began
to work his hand on my hand on my cock. I swear I was almost ready to cum
again, but that wasn't the plan.

"Come to Rufus's room at midnight," I said as I turned around.

"What?" He was definitely surprised.

"I want you to fuck me in your son's room while he's sleeping not five feet
away." I saw something at the corner of his mouth, but I couldn't tell
whether it was mayonnaise or cum, so I leaned in and licked it off. It was
cum.

"I can't..." For the first time, Mr. Shepherd was on the defensive.

"Either in his room tonight, or nowhere ever. I'll sleep on the floor, and
I'll be all ready for you. Just come in quietly, join me on the floor, and
fuck my lubed ass." I ground my cock against his to make sure the idea was
working for him, and it obviously was. God, I wanted to suck him off right
there and then. But again, that wasn't the plan.

"What if Rufus wakes up?" He was obviously coming around to the idea.

"That's the risk you'll have to take if you want to fuck my ass. I guess
you'd just better not be a screamer." I gave Mr. Shepherd a quick kiss and
shoved him back far enough that I could turn around to grab the plate of
sandwiches and my glass of water. "Better bring a glass of water for
Rufus," I said over my shoulder.

"Your ass better be worth it, Gunther," Mr. Shepherd said with a laugh.

"Oh, I guarantee it." I winked at Mr. Shepherd and pushed open the kitchen
door. "Ready or not, here we come."

*****

"You'd better not be turning me into the boy with the fucking green hair!"
Rufus said as he sat in the bathroom and I applied the bleach to his long
black hair.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," I assured him.

"Where have I heard that before?"

*****

"Shearing time," I laughed as I held a hunk of Rufus's newly blond hair in
one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.

"If this is all for nothing, I'll kill you."

"Don't worry, it will work. I think." My laughter was not encouraging.

"It fucking better, mate!"

*****

Side by side, Rufus and I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in
his bedroom. We were not identical. Not by a long shot. But fortunately,
Rufus had finally hit a growth spurt a couple years ago and was now
actually an inch taller than me. He still had a few extra pounds on me, but
that would have to be left to chance. His now short-cropped blond hair,
however, looked exactly like mine. That was the one thing that could not be
risked.

"I could fuck you myself," I said.

"Well, the way I look, you would be fucking yourself," Rufus laughed.

"Sounds good to me."

I grabbed the tube of lube off the night table and sank to my knees in
front of Rufus. I swallowed his soft cock into my mouth and started to suck
on it as it began to grow. I dropped the lube on the floor and reached up
to take his balls in my hand. He responded by planting his hands on the top
of my head and slowly starting to fuck my mouth.

"You are such a good cocksucker, Gunther."

I moaned my appreciation around his cock and redoubled my efforts. I
continued to massage his balls with my left hand, but I wrapped my right
hand around his cock and jerked furiously while I matched the hand action
with my mouth. I wanted to make sure that I got at least a load of Rufus's
cum tonight!

"Yeah, swallow that cock. Suck it!" Rufus ordered as he continued to fuck
my fist and mouth.

I released his balls and fumbled around to find the lube again. I managed
to flip the top with one hand, but from that point on, it was a two-hand
job, so I released Rufus's shaft, which allowed him to fuck even deeper
into my mouth and throat.

With both hands now free, I squeezed some of the lube out onto the fingers
of my right hand. Slowly, I reached up until my fingers found his asshole,
and began to apply the lube.

"Fuck, that's cold!" Rufus said, and jumped enough to pull his cock out of
my mouth. But he didn't tell me to stop, so I began to apply pressure to
his pucker.

"Oh, be a man," I laughed as my middle finger penetrated his asshole. Rufus
squatted slightly to give me better access, and I started to finger fuck
him.

"That's amazing. Give me more," he begged, and I added my index finger to
the action.

"You're not going to have all the fun," I said and swallowed his cock
again. As he worked his cock in and out of my throat, I worked an
additional finger up his asshole.

"God, I love it when you play with my ass, Gunther."

I increased the fucking motion in his ass, and he increased the cock motion
in my mouth. I slipped back enough to lick the head and savor his precum,
and then I swallowed his whole cock again. I applied additional pressure
inside his asshole to indicate that I wanted him buried in my throat.

As I worked my throat muscles on his cock, I resumed fucking his ass with
my lubed fingers. I must have hit the spot, because he was suddenly fucking
my throat violently again.

"Oh, fuck, Gunther, I'm gonna cum. Eat it, Gunther. Eat my CUM!"

I could feel my mouth filling with load after load of his hot thick cum,
and his ass went into spasms, clamping down on my fingers.

"Swallow, Gunther!" he ordered as the last loads dribbled out of his dick
and onto my tongue. I had other ideas.

I slowly pulled my fingers out of his ass and let his dick slip out of my
mouth. Free from all connections, Rufus sank to his knees in front of me,
put his hands on my shoulders, and leaned his head on my chest to catch his
breath. With my clean hand, I lifted his head up to look at my open mouth
with the last loads of his cum on display.

Rufus grinned and leaned in to suck my tongue into his mouth. He
frantically worked his tongue to scoop up all the cum he could, and then he
began to suck on my tongue. I began jerking my own cock in time with his
sucking, but I needed more.

I pulled back and said, "My turn."

Rufus started to lean toward my cock, but I took him by the shoulder and
turned him around. I picked up the lube, applied a glob to my cock, and
then added more lube to his asshole.

"Take it easy back there. You're not lubing up the Channel Tunnel!" he
laughed.

"Well, this has to last you all night. You want to be ready, don't you?"

"Okay, you win. Get me ready."

I fingered him a few more times, and then I lined my cock up with his
asshole. I slowly pressed forward, and his lubed ass gave in and allowed my
head through. Rufus and I both let out a contented sigh, and then I began
to press in.

"Yeah, fill me up, Gunther."

When I had my cock completely buried up Rufus's ass, I paused to enjoy the
sensation of his hot tight asshole engulfing my cock.

"You have the most amazing ass, Rufus."

"Thanks, but are you just going to admire it, or are you actually going to
do something with it?"

"You'll see," I said as I pulled almost all the way out and then plunged
back in. Unfortunately, as I hit bottom, the alarm clock went off, and we
both said in unison, "Oh fuck!"

Still, it was a good thing we'd set the alarm, because it was 11:50--ten
minutes to midnight.

I started to pull out, but Rufus objected. "Come on, you can do it. Give me
your cum before Dad gets here."

"No, we're not taking any chances tonight," I said as I pulled my cock out
of his ass. "It's lubed up enough to take a cock, and that's all I was
testing," I laughed.

"Well, you sure got me worked up!"

"Good. Now let's get ready."

We'd made a "bed" up on the floor. Just a couple pillows and some
blankets. Rufus stretched out face-down on top of the blankets and clutched
a pillow under his head, which he turned to face his regular bed. I climbed
under the blankets on the regular bed and stretched out to turn off the
light.

"This is your last chance to back out." I said. "It's up to you."

"Shut up and turn out the light."

I laughed and turned out the light as instructed. I looked over at Rufus
and saw that his now short blond hair was almost glowing in the
moonlight. This might work after all, I thought to myself as I pulled the
blanket up around my head and began to wait.

*****

At eleven past twelve, I was beginning to think Mr. Shepherd had changed
his mind. However, just as I was about to give up and tell Rufus to get
into bed with me so I could fuck him, I saw the doorknob begin to turn
slowly. I looked back at Rufus, but I couldn't tell whether he was still
awake or not. If he'd fallen asleep, he was in for a rude awakening, of the
rudest kind.

I closed my eyes tight and waited for something to happen. After the
longest time, I heard the door shut softly, but I didn't know if
Mr. Shepherd was in the room or if he'd taken his final chance to
retreat. I remained motionless.

Finally, I heard Mr. Shepherd whisper, "Gunther?"

I opened my eyes and looked toward Rufus. "Shhhh," he said and ran his hand
through his blond hair before burying his face in the dark crook of his
arm.

"Are you sure about this?" Mr. Shepherd whispered stretched out across
Rufus's back. I could see in the moonlight that he was naked and I was
envious of Rufus feeling the heat of his dad's hairy body against his back.

"Mmmmm," Rufus murmured in assent.

Mr. Shepherd reared up so he was sitting on the back of Rufus's thighs and
ran his hands along Rufus's back until he reached the base of the
spine. Rufus shivered slightly and moaned in pleasure. The moonlight gave
me a perfect view of Mr. Shepherd's hairy chest and his erect nipples.

Cupping Rufus's ass, Mr. Shepherd gently massaged the cheeks, working his
thumbs along the crack. Round and round he massaged, and with each pass, he
dug his thumbs deeper in the crack. He leaned in closer, and it looked like
he was now pressing forward with both thumbs.

A moan of surprise and pleasure escaped from Rufus's throat, and he lifted
his ass toward his dad, who buried his two thumbs even deeper. I could see
Mr. Shepherd's arm muscles flex as he thumb-fucked Rufus, who continued to
rock back into the invasion. Rufus's moans turned to begging whimpers.

Mr. Shepherd removed his hands from Rufus's ass, planted them on the floor
on either side of Rufus, leaned in so his cock dragged across the crack,
and whispered, "You're all lubed and waiting as promised, Gunther. Are you
sure you're ready for my cock?"

"Mmmmm," Rufus murmured in urgent assent while still keeping his face
buried in his pillow.

This time, as Mr. Shepherd sat back, he ran his tongue down along Rufus's
spine, which made Rufus squirm in pleasure. Mr. Shepherd made a quick
silent nip at Rufus's ass cheek before lining his cock up at Rufus's
asshole. With one swift thrust, Mr. Shepherd fell forward, planting his
hands on either side of Rufus's body and impaling Rufus on his cock.

Rufus bit into his pillow to muffle the moan of surprise and pleasure that
he felt. Mr. Shepherd quickly leaned in and whispered, "Shhhh, or you'll
wake Rufus."

Rufus nodded his head in silence, and I could see that Mr. Shepherd was
gently humping his cock up Rufus's ass. I reached down to grab my own hard
cock and started jerking it in rhythm with the movement of Mr. Shepherd's
ass as he fucked his son thinking he was me.

Mr. Shepherd caressed Rufus's body as he fucked at a steady pace. I could
hear flesh slapping against flesh, slapping flesh, slapping flesh, and it
was driving me nuts. I wanted to join in, but this was Rufus's moment to
enjoy his dad's cock. So I just continued to jack myself, trying not to
make any sounds that might attract Mr. Shepherd's attention.

"You're so tight," hissed Mr. Shepherd. "So tight."

When a loud moan escaped from Mr. Shepherd's throat, Rufus quickly handed a
pillow back over his shoulder, and Mr. Shepherd bit into it. Both of them
were now muffling their groans in pillows, and that sound made me even more
horny than if they'd just been moaning out loud. I had to stop jacking off,
because I was too close to cumming, and I didn't want to miss a second of
the father-son fuck.

Mr. Shepherd was increasing the pace of his fucking, and Rufus's moans were
getting louder in spite of the pillow. Mr. Shepherd grabbed Rufus's sides
as he pounded his ass for all it was worth. Suddenly, Mr. Shepherd reached
up, grabbed the pillow from his mouth, and tossed it toward me.

The pillow hit the side of the bed, and I jumped, but Mr. Shepherd didn't
notice. He was too far gone. He leaned in so his mouth was beside Rufus's
ear as he continued to fuck his ass. Rufus tilted his head back to feel his
dad's cheek against his own cheek.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, Gunther," Mr. Shepherd hissed. "Fuck, you're so
tight. Take my cum, Gunther. Take it up your ass. I'm cumming." With the
final word, Mr. Shepherd gave a final mighty thrust of his cock up Rufus's
ass. I think Mr. Shepherd would have screamed out as he flooded his son's
ass with cum, except he bit into Rufus's shoulder to stifle the scream. The
bite elicited a scream of his own from Rufus, but he buried it in the
pillow.

Mr. Shepherd's breathing began to calm, and he gently started to lick the
spot where he'd bit Rufus's shoulder. "Sorry about that, Gunther," he
whispered, but Rufus just responded with a satisfied moan.

"See you in the morning," Mr. Shepherd whispered before he reared back and
withdrew his cock from Rufus's ass. He leaned in to plant a kiss on each
ass cheek before quietly standing up and leaving the room.

I held my breath, waiting for him to come back in and surprise us, but
there was only silence. Finally, Rufus got up and climbed into bed with
me. He rolled me over on my back and then climbed on top to straddle me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as he slowly slid his ass down on my rock-hard cock.

"I guess you enjoyed the show," he whispered.

"Fucking hot. I can't believe you just got fucked by your own dad!"

"Believe it. That's his cum covering your cock now."

"Oh jeez, I didn't think about that. I'm fucking your ass full of your
dad's cum. Oh god, that's so hot. Ride me faster, Rufus, ride me
faster. Please."

Rufus quickly picked up his pace, and soon he was slamming his ass down on
my cock. The physical sensation alongside the thought that I was fucking
him with his dad's cum was too much."

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

"Then fucking add your cum to dad's cum. Give it to me."

"Your dad's cum is so hot. Oh fuck, I'm really gonna cum. Here it is,
Rufus. Oh god!" I moaned as I thrust my cock up and used my hands to ram
Rufus down on my cock as it exploded load after load after load of fresh
hot cum up his ass to mingle with Mr. Shepherd's cum.

As soon as Rufus felt me relax, he rolled off with his back to me, and I
spooned up against him.

"Put it back in me," he asked quietly. I was happy to oblige, and we fell
asleep with my cock up his ass and his body clutched tightly to mine.

*****

"What are you boys doing today?" Mrs. Shepherd asked as she placed
breakfast in front of us the next morning. It had been a long night at work
for her, but she still insisted on fixing us something to eat before going
to bed.

"Just hanging out," Rufus said lamely. It was a reasonable response since
we were both wearing cargo shorts and tank tops.

"We'll probably catch up with Trevor," I volunteered.

"Really?" Rufus gave me a surprised looked.

"Don't you want to share the news?" I asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I don't think so," he said and threw his napkin at me.

"Rufus," Mrs. Shepherd reprimanded. "What news?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Gunther and I just finished a project we were working
on."

The kitchen door swung open and Mr. Shepherd entered. "Morning," he mumbled
as he wandered over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and leaned in to
look around. He was obviously not a morning person. Rufus, who was sitting
with his back to the refrigerator gave me a quick conspiratorial look.

"What are you looking for?" Mrs. Shepherd asked.

"Orange juice," Mr. Shepherd responded and stood up with an orange juice
carton. He opened it quickly and took a large drink directly from the
carton as he closed the refrigerator door.

"Ruben." Mrs. Shepherd was not impressed.

"It's almost finished," Mr. Shepherd assured her. As he tilted his head
down from the second swig, he saw the blond hair in front of him and the
bite mark on the shoulder. He placed his free hand on the shoulder with the
bite and said, "How's it going, Gunther?"

"Fine, thanks, Mr. Shepherd," I said cheerily.

Mr. Shepherd looked over at me with a confused expression on his face. He
looked back down as the blond Rufus turned to look up at him and say
innocently, "Morning, Dad. Did you sleep well?"

The orange carton seemed to fall to the floor in slow motion as
Mr. Shepherd looked from Rufus's grinning face to the bite mark to my
grinning face and back to the bite mark. When the carton hit the floor, the
remaining contents exploded all over.

"Ruben," Mrs. Shepherd said with annoyance. "There's no need to make a
mess. I've spoken to him about it already?"

"About what?" Mr. Shepherd asked a little sharply.

"His hair, of course. I've already told him he should have asked us first,
but there's no use fighting over spilt milk, or orange juice, as the case
might be." Mrs. Shepherd started to clean up the orange juice, but
Mr. Shepherd remained motionless.

"You'll never believe the dream I had last night, Dad," Rufus said. "You
were there."

This finally snapped Mr. Shepherd out of it, and he quickly retorted, "Oh
yeah, did I beat your ass for getting that haircut?" And he ruffled Rufus's
short blond hair.

"Something like that," Rufus grinned.

"Do watch your language around the boys, Ruben. I'm sure Gunther's parents
don't want you to be a bad influence on him."

"Sorry, Maggie."

"We were just discussing meeting up with Trevor this afternoon," I
volunteered.

"Do I know Trevor?" Mr. Shepherd asked innocently.

"I think you might have met him once or twice," Rufus said slyly.

"Well, perhaps you should introduce me again sometime, just in case," said
Mr. Shepherd. He managed a quick wink at Rufus and a grin at me without his
wife seeing.

Hmmm, Mr. Shepherd seemed to be perfectly fine with the realization that
he'd fucked his son last night and filled him with cum. That's one calm,
cool, and collected dad. I think I just might have to spend more time with
the Shepherds.


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