Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2012 11:26:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: My-Mate-and-His-Dad-Part-5 (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 5

"Don't you two boys have anything better to do?"

I turned away from the video game and looked up at my dad. "Like what?" I
asked.

"I don't know. Something outside? Something productive?"

"No, we're fine, Mr. Konrad," Rufus chimed in without looking up from the
game. "Come on, Gunther, you're gonna get us killed!"

"Suit yourself," Dad said and turned to leave.

"Hey, Dad!" I called as I turned back to the game.

"Yes?"

"Is it okay if Rufus sleeps over tonight?"

"The Shepherds have had enough of you boys, have they?" Dad laughed.

"Not by a long shot," Rufus said and knocked his knee against mine.

"Well, I guess it's time we do our share of feeding you two. Just ask your
mother, Gunther. If she's fine with it, I am."

"Okay, thanks, Dad," I said.

"Just keep it down. I have some work to do," Dad said as he headed off to
his study.

"Will do, Mr. Konrad," Rufus called. After my dad was out of earshot, Rufus
added, "Seriously, your dad is hot."

"Wow, get fucked once by your own dad and you go dad-crazy." I laughed.

"Hmmm, six foot two, eyes of blue. Yeah, no, I can't see any reason why he
would be of interest."

"Four-eyes of blue, you mean," I said and nudged Rufus with my shoulder.

"I think his glasses are sexy," Rufus insisted.

"You just want to fuck a four-eyes." I grabbed a sofa pillow and swung it
at Rufus, but he blocked it. "I guess I should borrow a pair of his glasses
sometime." Really, I was just trying to divert his attention. Yes, I
enjoyed playing with Rufus's dad, but when it came to my own home and my
own dad, I was a little less freewheeling.

"Gunther?"

I jumped. I hadn't heard my mother enter the room, and I certainly hope she
hadn't heard our conversation! "Yeah, mum?"

"I need you to run out and pick up some milk."

"Sure. Come on, Rufus."

I turned off the video game, in spite of Rufus's objections, and then I
pulled him past my mother and shoved him out the front door.

"Thanks, Sweety," my mother said, and I cringed.

"Oh, Dad says it's okay for Rufus to stay to dinner and sleep over
tonight," I threw over my shoulder as the door closed behind me, cutting
off all possible objections.

"Where to now, Sweety," Rufus mocked.

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later if you're lucky."

Rufus and I jostled each other back and forth as we headed off on our
search for milk.

*****

That evening, I was once again the one on the bed and Rufus was in a
sleeping bag on the floor. The difference was that this time it was my bed
and my floor.

"This is stupid," Rufus whined.

"You know the routine."

"And what would he do if he for once opened the door and found us both in
bed?"

"Probably check his glasses, thinking he's seeing double," I laughed. "How
long are you going to keep the blond hair now that it's done its job?"

"I don't know," Rufus said, running his fingers through his blond
hair. "I've always heard that blonds have more fun, and last night seemed
to prove it."

"Pervert!" I laughed, and threw a pillow at him.

Rufus grabbed the pillow and shoved it under his head. "Thanks, I needed
that."

"And I need that," I said, nodding toward the growing tent in the sleeping
bag over his dick.

"Too bad. You know the routine," he said before rolling over and starting
to hump the floor. "Oh, Gunther, you're ass is so tight," he moaned.

"Shut up!" My laughter was cut short by a knock on the door. "Shhhh!" I
hissed. "Come in."

Rufus stopped humping the floor and went instead into a quick fit of
laughter as the door opened and my dad leaned into the room.

"Okay, boys, no staying up to all hours, no rough-housing, and no keeping
the Mrs. and me up with a lot of loud racket."

Rufus managed to stop his laughter long enough to say, "Yes, Mr. Konrad."

"Yes, Dad," I said, a little more calmly.

"See you in the morning," he said and closed the door.

As soon as the door latch clicked, Rufus was out the sleeping bag in a shot
and climbing under the covers and between my lefts to swallow my cock. He
was like a baby calf possessed. It felt like he was going to suck every
drop of cum out of my balls if it killed him.

"Easy there, Toiletman," I laughed. "No need for your urgent super-hero
techniques here. We've got all night."

"And I want to get as many loads as I can," he smiled back.

"Get up here," I said.

Rufus reluctantly let go of my dick and stretched out beside me instead. I
was so relaxed by the feel of the heat of his body against mine. I pulled
him close and felt his hard cock against mine as our lips met and my mouth
invited him in. I felt the thrill of his taste buds against mine. I savored
the taste of his saliva. And my hands explored the warm soft skin of his
back.

I slowly rolled onto my back and pulled Rufus over on top. My hands
progressed down his back until they were grasping his firm ass cheeks. I
began applying some slight pressure and it didn't take Rufus long to get
the hint. He slowly began humping his cock against mine as we continued to
explore each other's mouths with our tongues.

Rufus worked his hands between our bodies and gently began to massage my
chest. When his thumbs found my nipples he began to apply pressure and move
his thumbs in small circles. I took a deep breath and arched my chest into
his hands.

"Harder," I whispered.

Leaving nothing to change, Rufus increased the pressure of this thumbs as
they worked on my nipple, but he also began to grind his cock harder
against mine. I responded with a shudder and a sigh as a result of both
sensations and wrapped my legs around his. I planted my heels against his
ass and used them to add pressure to his thrusts.

The feel of his cock gliding against mine and the feel of his hairy balls
rubbing against mine were driving me crazy. I broke free from the kiss and
pressed my head back against my pillow, at the same time thrusting my chest
against his hands and my cock against his cock.

"Harder, Rufus, harder," I hissed.

Rufus lifted his chest slightly, letting his elbows take his weight, and he
began working my nipples. He swirled his thumbs in small circles around the
hard points. He then backed down the bed slightly so that he could flick
the tip of his tongue across my left nipple while he continued to tease the
right nipple with his thumb. I responded by thrusting my cock up against
his stomach repeatedly.

When I thought I couldn't take it any more, Rufus shifted again slightly
and began flicking his tongue across my right nipple and working the left
nipple again with his thumb. My hands uncontrollably began to clutch at his
sides as I continued to thrust my cock against his stomach.

Rufus flattened his tongue against my right nipple and began to suck
gently, I moaned, "Oh, that feels amazing," just before Rufus released the
nipple and dragged his tongue across my chest to the left nipple and
repeated the sensations. I continued clutching at his sides and fucking my
cock against his stomach, but in rhythm with his sucking of my nipple.

I threw my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes in
ecstasy. Suddenly, I felt his tongue leave my nipple. In fact, all
sensation around my nipples stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at Rufus.

"Are you ready?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Don't stop," I begged as I managed to continue to hump my cock against his
stomach.

"Are you ready?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm ready," I almost screamed. "Please!"

Locking his eyes with mine, Rufus reached up slowly and took each nipple
gently between a thumb and forefinger. As I continued to fuck his stomach,
Rufus gradually began increasing the pressure of his grasp on my
nipples. My eyes widened with shock as the exquisite pain shot through my
body.

"Harder, Rufus, harder!" I moaned.

The thrusts of my cock became more frantic as the pressure increased beyond
what I thought I could endure. And then Rufus began to twist them.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Harder, Rufus, please harder. Make me
cum," I begged.

Rufus leaned in to cover my mouth with his as he worked my nipples even
harder and began grinding his cock against my cock again. I roared a
muffled scream into his mouth as my cock began erupting hot cum between
us. Rufus suddenly began to relax and tighten his grip on my nipples in
sync with the thrusts of my cock and the delivery of each fresh load of my
cum between us.

As I delivered the last of my cum, Rufus gave my nipples on final hard
twist. My body shuddered, and I begged once again, but this time, "Please,
stop, Rufus. Please." I sighed as he released my nipples and backed down
again to gently and soothingly bathe first one nipple with his soft tongue
and then the other. I inhaled deeply and then let it out with a long,
satisfied sigh.

Rufus adjusted his position, moving my legs together and straddling my
thighs. He then sat up slowly, running his tongue down my chest and toward
my stomach as long as he could maintain contact.

"That was amazing!" I managed breathlessly.

"Well, I'm not quite done yet," Rufus grinned as he finished sitting up. I
could feel his balls pressed against mine, but in the sitting position, his
cock was sticking up in the air while my exhausted cock lay flat against my
stomach.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. I must have sounded as exhausted as I
felt, because he said, "Nothing that you need to worry about. Just relax."
So, I put my hands behind my head and relaxed.

Rufus sat his ass firmly against my thighs before reaching out and running
his right hand through the cum on my stomach. He brought his palm up to his
mouth and licked the first load off. As he licked his lips, he reached back
down and again ran his hand through my cum, spreading it all over my
stomach. This time, however, instead of licking it clean, he wrapped his
cum-covered hand around his cock and began jacking.

"Fuck, you're hot, Rufus."

"I know," he said with a grin and licked his lips suggestively.

"Get up here and let me suck it," I begged.

"Just watch," he ordered.

Rufus continued to jack his cock with his right hand covered in my cum. As
he did so, he reached out with his left hand and began to run that hand
through the remaining cum. When his hand was completely coated, he brought
it back to his balls and began to coat them with my cum. He quickly shot
his hand out again to gather up more cum, and this time he rubbed it on his
stomach and then dragged it up across his chest. He wiped my cum across his
right nipple and then his left before bringing his hand up to his nose.

As he inhaled the strong scent of my cum, Rufus began jacking furiously on
his cock. He slipped his slimy fingers into his mouth one at a time to suck
them clean before he began frantically licking his palm to get every last
drop.

Rufus suddenly leaned forward to kiss me and share the taste of my own cum
with me. I savored the flavor of my cum and his saliva, and I felt his
knuckles rapidly dragging back and forth along my stomach as he wanked for
all he was worth.

Just as suddenly as he had leaned in to kiss me, he threw himself back into
a seated position. With one last swipe, he ran his left hand around my
stomach to gather up whatever cum remained. He then dragged that hand
quickly up his body, along his throat, over his face, and into his hair as
he threw his head backwards in abandon.

"Oh god, Gunther, I'm gonna cum. Oh, Gunther, I love you!" And with that
declaration, he thrust his cock through his fist and began shooting his
load all over me. And I mean all over. His first load hit me in the
face. His second load landed on my pillow. His third coated my
hypersensitive left nipple. The fourth added itself to the cum residue
already on my stomach. And the remainder drooled down over his fist and
onto my cock and balls.

With a deep breath and a sigh, Rufus spread his body out over mine and
licked his cum off of my face. I opened my mouth to receive another
cum-flavored kiss, but this time, he just opened his mouth and let his cum
roll off his tongue and fall onto mine.

"Mmm, mmm, good," I said, licking my lips.

Rufus collapsed on me in a fit of laughter.

*****

I opened my eyes sleepily and there stood my father, every six foot two,
blue-eyed, four-eyed, blond bit of him. The dim light from the hallway
illuminated the outline of his naked body, including the magnificent cock
and balls hanging between his legs.

"Dad?" I asked groggily.

"Looks like someone made quite a mess," he said with a grin.

"I guess so." I rubbed my eyes and looked down at my body, which was still
covered in pools of Rufus's cum.

"Need some help cleaning up?" he asked as he climbed into bed with me.

I watched in stunned silence as he knelt between my legs and gently ran his
tongue over my balls. He sucked one into his mouth and I could feel his
tongue swirling around it. He switched to the other ball and did the same,
cleaning off every drop of cum. He moved forwards and began to lick my cock
clean. I gasped as he engulfed the head of my dick and then slid his mouth
down over the shaft. He bobbed his head on my cock a few times before
releasing it and grinning at me. I could see the shock on my face reflected
in his glasses.

"How are you doing?" he asked calmly.

"You're amazing, Dad," I replied softly.

He leaned in and began to lick the cum off my stomach. I started laughing
when he stuck his tongue in my bellybutton and sucked that well dry.

"Shhhh," he whispered as he licked up my body and arrived at my nipples. He
sucked on my left nipple and it was more than I could stand.

"Please, no, Dad, it's too sensitive," I whimpered.

"Well, how about this?" he asked and violently twisted my right nipple.

"Oh!" I screamed and swiftly sat up, whacking my forehead against his.

"What the fuck, Dad?" I said as I rubbed one hand on my forehead and one on
my right nipple.

"What the fuck, indeed, Gunther," Rufus said with a laugh, rubbing his own
forehead.

I blinked rapidly. I was confused. I was disoriented. I looked across the
room at the closed door. I looked down at my naked body. I looked at Rufus,
who was once again sitting on my thighs.

"What? No. What? Rufus?" I couldn't focus my sleep-addled brain.

"Wow, looks like someone has some serious daddy fantasies going on his
dreams after all," Rufus laughed.

"Fuck off," I said and managed to shove Rufus off the bed. He just lay on
the floor, naked and laughing.

I rolled over, pulled the blanket up over me, and clutched the pillow to my
face. I was rather embarrassed and extremely confused, but my hard cock
didn't seem to understand the emotional complexities of the situation.


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