Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2016 19:43:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 11 (gay/incest)

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PLUMBER'S SNAKE

PART 11

When morning came and I woke again, I was glad to discover that for the
first time, my dad was still in bed with me. I was even happier to discover
that he had morning wood and it was pressed against my butt. I rocked my
hips to flex my cheeks against Dad's meat, and Dad let out a small groan in
his sleep.

I started to reach back and guide Dad's rigid cock into my ass again, since
it had felt so good during the night, but then I stopped. There was
something I wanted more at that moment. I wanted to taste my dad's cock for
the first time. I'd tasted his cum before, but I wanted to feel that rigid
rod of manflesh sliding between my lips and down my throat. And more than
anything, I wanted Dad to shoot his cum directly into my mouth.

Trying not to wake Dad, I pushed the sheet off of us, rolled over in his
arms, and started to scoot down his body. I lightly dragged my cheek across
his furry chest and down over his stomach. A smile crossed my lips as I
felt the slight mound of his emerging pot-belly. Someone needed to start
doing some sit-ups. Or better yet, some heavy fucking should take care of
those belly muscles.

I felt the heat of Dad's crotch as I grew closer to the promised land, but
I was still surprised when I felt the wetness on my cheek as Dad's dripping
cock head dragged across it. I quickly turned my head and licked up as much
of the clear fluid as I could. Dad moaned in his sleep and rolled over on
his back. For a moment, I just admired the cock that made me as it stood
proudly and stiffly away from Dad's belly. The prong throbbed and bounced,
and another bead of clear precum oozed out of Dad's piss slit.

Moving closer to Dad, I licked up the newest supply of precum and Dad's
cock bounced again. The nectar was so sweet. I licked my lips and silently
begged for more. When Dad's cock started to droop a bit, I decided to take
my chance. I leaned in and guided my mouth over Dad's cock before it could
sink onto his belly.

Dad let out another sleepy moan as I continued to slide his dick into my
mouth. When I had as much as I could swallow, I tightened my lips around
the shaft and slowly pulled back. I swirled my tongue around the throbbing
head and then began to swallow again. It was the best cock I'd ever sucked.

"Mikey?" Dad groaned softly.

I reluctantly pulled off of Dad's cock and settled for slowly stroking that
meat as I responded, "Yeah, Dad?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, stretching as he slowly woke up.

"What's it feel like?" I laughed.

"Oh," he replied flatly as he stretched some more.

I grew a little nervous and finally asked, "You remember what happened last
night?"

"Yes, Mikey, I do."

I stopped stroking him. "Are you sorry it happened?" I asked.

"Are you?"

"Not at all," I assured him. "Being fucked by my own dad is the best thing
that's ever happened to me in my life."

"Me to," he replied. "I mean, vice versa. Well, you know what I mean."

"You mean fucking your own son's ass was pretty hot," I laughed.

"It sure was," Dad laughed in response.

"Then just let me continue sucking your morning wood. It's pretty hot too."

"Oh yeah, Son," Dad sighed as I took his cock in my mouth again and began
to swallow it. "Your mother never would..." His voice trailed off into a
moan, but I soon felt his hand on my head and he casually started stroking
my hair as I sucked on his dick. "That's it, boy," he cooed. "Make Daddy
feel real good."

I twisted my head around to look up at Dad's face with his cock still in my
mouth. I winked at him, and he got an embarrassed, sheepish look on his
face. I took a firm hold on his balls and the base of his shaft, and then I
slowly slid my mouth off of him. "That's exactly what I want to do, Dad," I
assured him.

"Sorry, Son, this is all new to me."

"Obviously," I laughed. "Just relax and enjoy it. I know I'm going to."

"Okay," Dad agreed, and I could feel his body relax in my hands.

"That's better," I said softly before I started swallowing his cock again
and pulling gently on his balls.

"Oh yeah," Dad sighed, and it didn't take long for him to start humping his
dick into my hungry mouth. "Damn, boy, you're good," he finally groaned. It
was the best bit of fatherly praise that I'd ever received. I redoubled my
efforts to give Dad the best blowjob of his life. "Oh fuck," he groaned as
I began working my throat muscles to massage his shaft.

Dad's grip on my hair became tighter. He even started pulling it a little
roughly, but it felt good to me. His thrusts became more and more
impatient. I could feel the tension growing. His cock thickening. His balls
tightening. His moans becoming more intense.

"I'm gonna cum, Son," Dad finally groaned. I eagerly began bobbing my mouth
up and down his cock with greater speed and enthusiasm. Stroking his shaft
with one hand. Massaging his balls firmly with the other. "I'm gonna cum,
Son," he said more urgently, as if I hadn't heard his first warning. I just
continued devouring his cock. "OH SHIT!" Dad finally yelled, "EAT MY CUM,
BOY!"

"Mmmmmm!" I groaned as the first shot of Dad's cum erupted into my mouth
and gave me my first taste of Dad's juice fresh from the source. The sweet
taste of precum was quickly overwhelmed by the bitter, salty taste of his
full-force cum.

"FUCK, SON!" Dad bellowed as he lost control and pumped load after load
after load of cum into my sucking mouth. "OH GOD, THIS IS THE BEST EVER!" I
swallowed and swallowed, and still he kept cumming. "SUCK ME, BOY, SUCK
ME!" he grunted as the loads finally started to come fewer and farther
between. I did as he ordered and continued to suck up the last of his cum
as it oozed into my mouth. "Oh damn, Mikey," he sighed as he came down from
his orgasm. "That was... That was... Fuck!" He just started laughing.

I gave Dad's cock a final slurp as it popped out of my mouth. "Whenever
you're ready," I replied.

Dad looked at me blankly, and then he finally realized what his final word
had been. "Damn, Son, are you always this horny?"

"Just ask Tommy," I laughed without thinking.

"Tommy?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow. I hesitated, mainly because I
wasn't sure Tommy would want Dad to know what we had been getting up
to. "Your neighbor?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I finally admitted.

"He must be my age," Dad observed.

"That's the point," I replied.

Dad paused for a moment, and then he started to laugh. "Damn, Son, how long
have you been perving on your old man?"

I laughed with relief and said, "All my life, I guess. I've always thought
you were hot, but I never really thought of you in this full-on-sex way
before."

"Well, that seems to have changed," Dad replied, ruffling my hair as I
casually sucked on his softening cock. "So, what brought this on?"

"Learning that some guys really do have sex with their dads...and like it."

"And just how did you learn that?" Dad laughed.

Not sure how much Dad could take, I started slowly telling him the whole
story from the beginning, when I first called Henderson Plumbing for
servicing. He listened intently, and I knew from the look in his eyes that
he was fascinated by a world of sexual possibilities that he'd never even
considered before. Dad was fully hard again by the time I got to describing
the involvement of Potts Construction. That was when he finally spoke his
first words in response to my sordid story: "Twins?! Damn."

I laughed and wrapped up the story. "So, when you shot your cum on my
pajama bottoms that first night, I figured I had to give the real thing a
try."

"I'm glad you did, Son," he replied, pulling me up to lie on top of
him. "I'm glad you did," he repeated before giving me a long, gentle kiss
on the lips.

"So am I," I said when the kiss was finished. "So am I," I repeated as I
slowly began to grind my cock against Dad's hardon. "You know what I want
now?" I finally asked.

"Breakfast?" Dad laughed.

"No, I wanna ride you," I replied with a wicked grin.

"Whoa, Son," Dad said with a shocked look. "Fucking my son is enough
adventure for one trip. I don't think I'm quite ready for him to fuck me."

I just started laughing wildly. When I finally calmed down, I said, "You're
so funny, Dad, and obviously need to expand your sex vocabulary."

"Why? What did I say?" he asked innocently.

"When I say I want to ride you, I don't mean I want to fuck you. I mean I
want you on your back, with me on top and your dick in my ass. Me riding
your cock."

"Well, if that's all you want," he smiled, "go for it."

I was still lubed from the night before, so it didn't take me long to
assume the position and slide my ass down on my Dad's hard cock. "Oh yeah,"
I sighed.

"This feels good," Dad observed as he let his hands rest on my flexing
thighs while I slowly pleasured myself by sliding my ass up and down on his
cock.

"It sure does," I moaned.

"I'll bet this would too," Dad said as he moved one hand to take my hard
cock in his grip.

"Oh yeah," I groaned as I fucked my cock into his fist while fucking my ass
onto his cock. "That feels so good, Dad." And it did feel good. So good, in
fact, that it wasn't long before I was ready to cum. "Oh fuck," I moaned as
I continued to grind my ass on Dad's cock and my cum started to shoot in
streaks across his hairy chest and stomach.

After I finished cumming, I started riding Dad's cock harder. Slamming my
ass into his crotch. "Easy, Son, I'm good."

"You don't want to cum?" I asked, slowing my ride.

"Eventually," he replied with a smile. "We have all day." I watched
silently as Dad scooped up some of my cum from his belly. He lifted his
fingers to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled. A moment later, he
opened his mouth and inserted his fingers. "Mmmmmm," he sighed as he sucked
them clean. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at my astonished
face. "Almost as good as my own."

"Damn, Dad," I laughed. "You are so fucking hot."

"Watch you language, Son. What would your mother think?"

"She would probably be a little more concerned about what she saw than what
she heard," I laughed.

*****

After our morning fun, Dad and I went down to the kitchen for some
brunch. It was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch, but I had to
have something more than daddy cum in my stomach. Not that I was
complaining. It was the best meal I'd ever had in my life, and I couldn't
wait to eat some more.

In the meantime, however, Dad whipped up a good batch of waffles with
scrambled eggs and sausage on the side. "I'd much rather be eating your
sausage," I said to him as he put the plate in front of me and I groped his
crotch.

"All in good time, Son," Dad laughed. "You need other stuff in your stomach
to soak up all that cum," he added with a wink. "What do you want to do
this afternoon while my balls reload?"

"I could see if Henderson Plumbing or Potts Construction is able to make a
holiday housecall," I suggested, raising my eyebrows.

Dad laughed and replied, "I don't think I'm ready for that, Son. You're a
handful enough for me. How about a movie?"

"Okay," I said, digging into my brunch.

*****

All the good movies were sold out by the time we got to the multiplex, so
we settled for some lame action movie that had been out for several weeks
and was only hanging around to scrape in a few more bucks to add to the
couple hundred million it had already raked in. Dad bought a huge drink and
a large bag of popcorn, and we headed off to the theater showing our movie.

We had almost a full selection of seats to choose from. The only other
people at the screening were a couple sitting down front. They didn't even
seem to register when we came in. In fact, they were more interested in
making out than watching the previews. They didn't even stop kissing (and
whatever else they were doing) when the movie started.

Dad and I sat toward the back of the theater and got comfortable. He took
occasional slurps of his drink and I grabbed an occasional handful of
popcorn. "You want something to wash that down with?" he finally asked,
offering me his drink.

"Yeah," I whispered back, "but it's not in that cup." I rubbed my leg
against his leg suggestively.

"Stop that," Dad replied, but I could see in the light from the screen that
he was smiling, and I could feel him pressing his leg back against mine.

A few minutes later, I reached over for more popcorn, but the bag was
empty. "You're a pig," I whispered.

"Just hungry," Dad whispered back.

"So am I," I replied. I took my hand out of the empty bag and instead let
it rest on Dad's crotch. When he didn't object, I gently squeezed his
package. I could feel Dad's cock growing, and I licked my lips.

"Stop it, Son," he finally hissed.

I stopped massaging his cock, but I let my hand rest on it as it
softened. After a few more minutes, I started rubbing him again, and I
could feel his meat growing and straining for release. "This is more
interesting than the movie," I whispered.

"Son," he replied gruffly.

I looked at the other couple to make sure they were still engaged in their
own kissing marathon and were oblivious to anything else. I also looked
around to make sure that I hadn't missed someone else hidden in the
dark. All clear. I stood up and stepped in front of Dad. He spread his
knees to give me room to stand and looked up at me.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"Just this," I whispered back. It was a tight fit, but I sank to my knees
in front of Dad and began to undo Dad's zipper.

He grabbed my hands and said, "Not here!"

"Yes, here," I said insistently as I finished unzipping him and went
fishing for his rigid cock. The stiffness of his proud member told me that
he was turned on by the situation more than he was turned off. I looked up
and saw Dad turning his head quickly to look around the theater for
himself. "No one's watching," I whispered.

"Make it fast, Son," Dad finally hissed back at me, and I obliged. I firmly
held Dad's cock in my hand and began licking his mushroom. Dad let out a
very soft sigh, but that was all the noise he made. I quickly swallowed his
cock into my mouth and forced it into my throat so far that my nose was
buried in Dad's pubes. I swallowed his cock again and again and again, and
then I slowly backed off of it.

The taste of Dad's cock was overwhelming my senses and my reason. I began
frantically bobbing up and down on his meat. Slobber and sucking and
bobbing. "Shhhh," Dad hissed, and I realized I was being a little too noisy
in my worshipping of his cock. I slowed down and tried to be more
quiet. "That's better," Dad hissed, and then he went silent again to watch
the movie while his son sucked his dick.

The warmth and girth of Dad's cock filled my mouth. I let my hands run up
over his hairy belly. He placed his hand on top of mine and gently forced
it back down toward his cock. I followed his guide and did what he
wanted. I took his shaft in both my hands and began to pump eagerly with
only his mushroom inside my mouth. I stroked him faster and faster. I
gripped him tighter and tighter. I could feel his veins throbbing as the
blood pumped through them and engorged his daddy cock.

"Ahhhhhh," Dad sighed almost silently as he had when he humped my butt for
the first two nights, and my mouth was suddenly flooded with cum. I gulped
and gulped and gulped to keep up with the flow. Dad's mouth never let out
another sound, but his cock continued to deliver. I could hardly keep up
with it, but I did.

When I'd sucked Dad dry, I tucked his cock back inside and zipped him up. I
then stood up and flopped back into my seat. I wiped my mouth with the back
of my hand and then whispered, "Thanks, I needed that."

"You're welcome," Dad whispered back, and I could see the grin on his face
as he continued to watch the movie.

*****

"What time do you have to head back home?" I asked Dad over an early dinner
at a restaurant after the movie.

"Your mother's expecting me tonight, but not at any specific time."

"I know this has been weird for you, for me too, but I've really enjoyed
our time together this weekend."

"Well, Son," Dad chuckled, "it's certainly not something I ever thought
about. I can guarantee you that. But I can also guarantee you that I've
enjoyed every minute of it."

"Does that mean we can do this again sometime?" I asked.

Dad hesitated for a moment and then replied, "If you want."

"You know I do," I assured him. "And if you still need proof, just wait
until we get home."

"You don't want to go use the restroom here?" Dad whispered with a grin.

"Of course I do," I laughed, "but I can wait."

"I think that's best," Dad replied before continuing to eat his meal.

*****

"Hey, Mikey, I came to thank you for looking after things for me!" my
neighbor Tommy called out as he entered my kitchen. "Oh," he added as he
froze. Dad froze as well. I was bent over the table with Dad's cock firmly
planted in my ass for our farewell fuck.

"Hi, Tommy," I said causally, "welcome back."

"Uhhhh," Tommy stammered, "I'll come back later."

I could feel Dad starting to pull his cock out of me. "Don't you dare pull
out, Dad. And don't you leave, Tommy," I ordered firmly. They both froze
again and looked at each other nervously instead of at me.

"I just..." Tommy couldn't manage the composure to carry on a casual
conversation in the circumstances.

"I don't remember if you met Tommy when you arrived, Dad."

"I..." Dad was obviously as lost as Tommy.

"Well, Dad, this is my substitute dad, Tommy. And, Tommy, this is my real
dad."

"Hello," they both said nervously.

"What's up with you two? Relax," I ordered. "Dad, you know Tommy's been
fucking me."

"And enjoying it, from what I hear," Dad finally managed to reply.

"And, Tommy," I continued, "you know how much I've wanted Dad to fuck me."

"Looks like your wait is over," Tommy observed soberly.

For a few seconds, Tommy and Dad continued to look at each other, and then
they both started laughing together. "That's better," I replied.

"Congratulations," Tommy said.

"Thanks," Dad and I replied in unison.

"I'll come back when you're finished," Tommy offered.

"Or," Dad said softly, "you could join us."

"Seriously?" Tommy asked.

"This boy's about worn me out," Dad chuckled. "I could use a little help."

"He is a handful," Tommy agreed.

"I'm just glad to hear he's in good hands," Dad said seriously.

"Thanks," Tommy replied with an embarrassed ducking of his head.

"Well," I finally chipped in, "are we going to chat all evening, or are we
going to get back to business? Oh yeah," I moaned as Dad answered by
starting to work his cock slowly in and out of my ass again. "Well, Tommy?"

"I could sure use a blowjob," Tommy replied.

"Then get over here and get it out," I ordered.

"Okay, Son," Tommy replied automatically, and then he stopped to look at my
Dad.

"My son is your son," Dad laughed, "as long as you take good care of him
for me."

"I will," Tommy said, stepping forward and presenting me with his cock.

"My two dads," I observed before my mouth was filled with Tommy's cock. I
sighed as Tommy fed his meat into me and Dad gently rocked his cock into my
ass. The two of them gently thrust me back and forth. Backward onto Dad's
cock. Forward onto Tommy's cock. Backward onto Dad's cock. Forward onto
Tommy's cock. My ass and my mouth alternately being
filled. Pummeled. Exercised. Satisfied.

As Tommy and Dad shared me so casually but enthusiastically, I couldn't
help but think back to Frank Henderson and George Potts using me similarly
at the beginning of the weekend. I had enjoyed them slamming their cocks
into me in unison and ultimately filling me with their cum. However, the
gentle alternation between Dad and Tommy gave me an entirely different
feeling. Rather than feeling used (and enjoying it!), I was feeling
loved. I knew all four men appreciated what they got from me, but with Dad
and Tommy, I also knew it was more than that. They loved me, and I loved
them.

I grabbed Tommy's hips and pulled him deeper down my throat. "I don't know
where your son learned to love cock," Tommy laughed, "but I'm sure not
complaining."

"Me either," Dad replied. "Thanks for helping to make this possible." I
felt Dad's thrusts become more frantic, slamming his dick into me, gripping
my hips tightly, and then he let out a soft sigh, "Ahhhhhh." I knew Dad was
pumping his cum into my ass, and if my mouth hadn't been so full of Tommy's
cock, I would have laughed at Dad resorting to his "quiet" cumming in front
of Tommy.

"Oh yeah," Tommy hissed, "shoot that ass full of hot daddy cum." I guess it
was clear to Tommy that Dad was cumming even when he didn't make a big
production out of it. "So hot watching you breed your boy's ass."

Dad slowed his fucking motion and finally said breathlessly, "Thanks."

There was a moment of silence as Tommy continued to fuck my mouth and Dad
continued to churn his cum in my ass. Finally, Tommy asked, "You mind if I
take a shot at our boy's ass now?"

"Be my guest," Dad laughed, and I felt him pull his dick out of me, leaving
me empty and yearning. "It's not like you haven't been in him before."

"Thanks," Tommy said as he pulled his dick out of me.

I panted heavily and said, "Be my guest too."

Dad and Tommy laughed, and I was relieved when I finally felt Tommy
slipping his dick into my ass. "Oh yeah," Tommy groaned. "Sloppy
seconds. Even hotter with it being his own dad's cum."

"You're welcome, Tommy," Dad replied as he stepped around in front of
me. "You wanna suck me clean, Son?"

"Sure, Dad?" I said before sucking his semihard cock into my mouth. I could
taste the remains of his cum load as well as my own ass juices and the
lube. It was a delicious mix that I would never get tired of.

"I don't know how long I can last in this cummy hole," Tommy warned.

"You know he's ready to take it whenever you're ready to give it," Dad
replied.

"So hot fucking your daddy cum," Tommy groaned. "Nothing like it. Oh god,
wish I had a son."

"You have," Dad said, and I was glad that he understood. I clenched my ass
on Tommy's cock to show my agreement.

"OH, MIKEY!" Tommy moaned. "OH FUCK! OH, OH, OH! I'M GONNA CUM!"

"Stop making a spectacle of yourself and just do it," Dad laughed.

"OH FUCK!" Tommy yelled as he slammed his dick into me and started shooting
his load. Mixing with Dad's. Filling my ass. Cum, cum, cum. So much cum. I
could feel it leaking out past Tommy's cock and running down my
thighs. Tommy suddenly gave my ass three hard, deep, powerful thrusts and
then froze again. Depositing more cum. "Oh yeah," groaned Tommy as he
finally relaxed and stepped back. His cock slid out of me. A larger flow of
cum followed his cock out of my ass and slid down my thighs.

"How are you doing, Son?" Dad asked as he slid his cleaned cock out of my
mouth.

"Having the best time of my life," I informed him as I reached under me to
grab some of that cum that was sliding down my thighs. "Mmmmmm," I moaned
as I licked my fingers and reached back for more. "Oh fuck," I groaned when
I suddenly felt Tommy spreading my butt cheeks and licking my sensitive
hole. I relaxed my ass, and more cum leaked out. I could feel Tommy eagerly
lapping it all up and forcing his tongue into me for more.

"Looks like you like cum as much as Mikey does," Dad observed.

Tommy paused and looked up at Dad. "Don't you?" And then he dove back into
my ass for more.

"I don't think so," Dad laughed, although I remembered the look of pleasure
that had crossed his face when he tasted a small sample of my cum earlier
in the day.

"We'll have to work on that during the next visit," I said, smiling up at
Dad.

"We'll see," he replied, and I wondered what other limits I would have to
help Dad get past in the future.

*****

"Have a good trip home," Tommy said as he, Dad, and I stood beside Dad's
car later that evening.

"Thanks," Dad replied, shaking Tommy's hand.

"Talk to you tomorrow, Mikey," Tommy said.

"Sure thing," I said, and Tommy walked off toward his house.

"Seems like a good guy," Dad said.

"He is. I've got the best two dads a guy could want."

"I'm glad you think so."

"You won't have second regrets about this weekend will you?" I asked
nervously.

Dad pulled me into a tight hug and said, "Not a chance, Son. I wouldn't
have missed this weekend for anything in the world."

"Me either," I agreed, giving Dad a quick kiss on the lips that was enough
for me but not enough to shock the neighbors. "Call me when you get home."

"I will," Dad agreed, getting into his car and rolling down the window.

"Give Mom my love. But be quiet about it," I added with a laugh.

"Always am," Dad replied with a wink. "Love you, Son."

"Love you too, Dad," I confirmed, resting my hand on his arm.

"You're a good kid, Mikey, even if you do like sucking cock and getting
fucked," he laughed.

"And you're a good dad, even if...especially because you like fucking your
son's ass," I laughed back.

Dad patted my hand and said, "Thanks, Son." He put his car in gear and
backed out of the driveway.

I waved after Dad as he drove into the night. While his taillights were
still visible, my phone vibrated. I took it out of my pocket and looked at
the message, which was from George Potts' son Harry: "You interested in
helping out two desperate twins?"

I laughed and texted him back: "Come on over!"

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