Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 00:58:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plumbers Snake, Part 2 (gay/incest)

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PLUMBER'S SNAKE

PART 2

As Joe the plumber continued working away on the sink pipes, I continued
stroking my own hardening pipe. I'd certainly read my fair share of fantasy
incest porn, and I'd shot many loads of cum while doing so. The real thing,
though, was another story...if it was the real thing. Could a father and
son really have sex with each other as if it was just any other everyday
activity? Or was Joe just teasing me after filling my stomach with his
warm, gooey cum?

"Let me get this straight," I finally said, "just so there's no
mistake. Your dad actually fucks you. Your real dad?"

"Yep," Joe replied, continuing to work. "He fucks my ass whenever either of
us needs to blow a load."

"And you fuck him?" I asked after a nervous gulp.

"Only when he's extra horny," Joe chuckled. "He has to be really desperate
to take me. You've seen how long my snake is. Not everyone's up for it."

"I would be," I said without thinking.

"I'll bet you would."

"But your own dad..."

"A dick's a dick when you need one bad enough. Why not make use of one
that's permanently willing and available in the same house?"

"But... I mean... Did he...? How?" I couldn't quite put my thoughts in
order.

"It's pretty much like when you get your own ass fucked," Joe chuckled.

"No, I mean... How did it start? Did you... Well, did you seduce him?"

"Seduce?" Joe looked at me and started to laugh. "You make it sound like
he's my girlfriend or something. We just take care of each other and enjoy
our time together."

"Okay, but it had to start somehow," I said defensively.

"I suppose it did," Joe agreed as he resumed his work.

"Well?" I prodded him after a long pause.

"You sure are inquisitive."

"It's not every day someone tells me that he fucks with his own real dad on
a regular basis."

"As regular as I can get it," Joe laughed.

"So how did it start?" I persisted.

"Okay," Joe said, finally stopping the work and looking at me, "but you
better stop stroking that thing, or my story will have you shooting your
load all over this kitchen floor."

"If that's what it takes," I agreed, releasing my cock, which still
continued to flex and pulse with excitement.

"Well," Joe started as he stood up and leaned back against the sink, "it
was a dark and stormy night." He looked me dead in the eye and I stared
back. After a long pause, he burst out laughing. "Damn, you're gullible."

"What? Why?" I asked, both confused and hurt.

"Fuck, I don't remember," Joe said, hesitating to return to his work. "It
just happened one night when I came home drunk and he was supposed to be
punishing me. One thing led to another when I started going on about how
horny I was and how much I wished I had a cock to suck."

"I'll bet that was a surprise," I observed.

"Not really. He knew I was a cocksucker. He'd even caught one of my friends
fucking me. No, the surprise was when I started begging him to let me suck
his dick that night. He gave me all the standard father-son objections, but
I was a persistent little fucker. Well, sucker."

"But he gave in," I whispered, not wanting to break the mood.

"Yeah, I think he was more afraid that I would wake Mom in the next room,"
Joe chuckled. "Damn, you're getting me horny just thinking about it."

"You're not the only one," I laughed. With my cock once again held firmly
in my right hand, I stepped bravely forward and placed my left palm on
Joe's bulging crock. I ground my palm against his throbbing snake, and a
moan rose from deep inside him. "So, did he fuck you that night too?" I
inquired.

Joe laughed, "No, but I guess once you've sucked your dad's cock, it's not
all that big a deal to have him fuck your ass. I know it wasn't for me, and
it didn't take Dad long to catch on."

"What's it like to get fucked by your own dad?" I asked a little too
eagerly.

"Fun," Joe replied. "If you want to know the truth, he's probably the best
fucker I've ever had, and I've already managed quite a few in my time."

"What about your mom?"

"Never fucked with her," Joe replied before breaking into loud laughter at
his own joke.

"She still around?"

"Oh yeah, but she doesn't have a clue."

"Or just prefers not to," I suggested.

"Possible, but she's still getting her fair share of Dad's cock and cum, so
she's not complaining. Speaking of complaining, I'd better get this job
done, or Dad's gonna be the one doing the complaining."

"I would much rather you took care of this job," I said, waving my hard,
drooling cock at him. "That is, if you're as good a cocksucker as you say."

"Better, but I've gotta finish this job first before Dad gets here," Joe
replied, turning back to the sink. I was disappointed, but I managed to sit
quietly while Joe got back to work. The sight of his nice ass was a
reasonable distraction.

I finally couldn't take it any more. I released my cock and stepped up
right behind Joe. I gripped his firm ass in my sweaty hands. Joe didn't say
anything; he just kept working. I started doing my own work--gripping those
muscular butt cheeks, releasing them, running my palms over them. "You have
a nice ass," I whispered as I stepped closer and started rubbing my hard
cock against the rough fabric of his jeans.

"So my dad tells me," Joe laughed.

"Will you let me fuck you?" I asked breathlessly as I continued grinding my
cock against the seat of Joe's jeans.

"From what he said on the phone," Joe replied, "Dad has other plans for
you."

"Then let me fuck you before he gets here," I growled insistently.

"That should do it," Joe said, putting down his work tools.

"About time," I moaned as I continued to hump his ass.

Joe wiped his grimy hands on his jeans and started running water in the
kitchen sink. "Voila!" he trumpeted as the water drained smoothly without
any backup or gurgling.

"I'll put my snake and stuff back in the truck," he said, taking up his
equipment and sliding away from me. "You should probably put your own snake
away until the boss gets here," he added with a laugh when he turned and
saw my blood-filled cock pulsing frantically in the air.

"Come on, let me fuck you." I knew I was whining, but I was desperate. Joe
had me so horned up and I needed desperately to unleash all that energy.

"It sounds like you have an unsatisfied client, Son."

I looked past Joe and saw his spitting image stepping into the room. I
swear, they looked like identical twins but with one being about twenty
years older than the other. I froze with my cock still waiving in the
air. I waited.

"I'm just following orders, Dad," Joe replied. "You wanna check my
work. I'll be right back."

Joe took his equipment and headed out to his truck. I watched as his dad
stepped silently up to the sink, turned on the water, and listened as it
drained smoothly away. Without turning off the water and without turning to
look at me, Mr. Henderson said, "So, you wanna fuck my boy, do you?" I was
dumbstruck and, to be honest, the guy scared the shit out of me. "Well?" he
growled, turning off the water and spinning around to face me.

"Yes, sir," I said in barely a whisper.

"What was that?" he barked.

I gulped, licked my lips, and repeated, "Yes, sir."

"That's what I thought you said." Mr. Henderson stepped forward so he was
right in my face. "You wanna shove this cock up my son's ass?" he asked,
grabbing my dick and squeezing it.

"OH SHIT!" I gasped with surprise. Mr. Henderson just grinned and slowly
started stroking my cock. I couldn't control myself. I began to pant with
excitement. I grabbed the edge of the counter behind me. My eyes rolled
back into my head. And with one deep, long, drawn-out moan, I started
shooting my cum. My elbows dropped to the counter to support me, but
Mr. Henderson kept silently pulling on my exploding cock.

"Are you a satisfied customer now?" Mr. Henderson finally asked after he
released my spent cock and I sank to my hands and knees in front of him.

"I just might be," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

"Damn, boy, you sure make a mess," Mr. Henderson laughed. He stepped back
against the sink, and I looked up to discover that I'd creamed all over the
front of his jeans.

"Sorry," I said with a guilty grin.

"Couldn't wait for me?" Joe chuckled when he returned to the kitchen to
find me spent on the floor and his dad's jeans covered in cum. "Is that all
his, or are you leaking out as well?" he asked his dad.

"All his, Son. If you don't believe it, taste for yourself."

"I think I just might," Joe replied, sinking to his knees in from of his
dad.

"Fuck," I hissed when Joe leaned in, stuck out his tongue, and lapped up
the first load of my cum from his dad's jeans.

"How's it taste, Boy?" Mr. Henderson asked.

"Mmmm," Joe moaned in reply as he licked more and more cum off of the
jeans. The slimy white substance quickly disappeared into Joe's mouth. Only
wet spots of cum and saliva were left in the wake of Joe's greedy
exploration.

"Must be pretty good," Mr. Henderson laughed, resting one of his hands on
his son's head and ruffling his hair.

Joe paused to reply, "Even better because I'm licking it off you, Dad." And
then he went back to work. When Joe had lapped up all of the cum that had
been clinging to the jeans, I watched as he looked down at the floor. When
he saw scattered puddles of cum, he quickly scooted over and started
licking the floor like a starving puppy in search of crumbs.

"Damn, Boy!" Mr. Henderson laughed. "If you're that desperate for cum, try
this."

"Oh yeah," I sighed as Mr. Henderson undid his jeans, pushed them down to
rest on his hips, and waved his growing cock in his son's direction.

With the floor licked clean, Joe looked up to see what his dad was talking
about. "FUCK YEAH, DAD!" he yelled as he scooted back over to his dad and
quickly started devouring the cock that had created him.

"That's it, Boy. Get Daddy's snake nice and wet, so I can make sure this
customer's drains are definitely clear."

Joe stopped to complain, "I thought you were going to feed me your cum!"

"Maybe he'll let you eat it out of his ass afterward," Mr. Henderson
chuckled.

I let out an involuntary moan of excitement, and after a moment of
disappointment, Joe went back to work on his dad's dick.

When Mr. Henderson's snake was at full hardness, it looked almost but not
quite as big as Joe's dick. A moment of panic flashed through me when I
thought of getting fucked by a dick that big and thick, but then I
recovered and rushed upstairs to my bedroom.

I stripped off my clothes as I ran, so when I reached my destination, I was
wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I grabbed the lube from its storage
place and quickly began getting my ass ready to be ravaged by Mr. Henderson
and, if I was lucky, his son too. I dug my lubed fingers deeper into my
asshole at the horny thought of being filled by dad and son cum. "Oh fuck,"
I groaned. Enough fantasy. Time to go. I wiped my fingers on my chest and
rushed back downstairs with the tube of lube still in my fist and my hard
cock bouncing from side to side in eager anticipation.

"Damn, we got one hot fucker here, Son," Mr. Henderson laughed when I
rushed into the kitchen with the lube still in my hand and bent over the
counter with my ass on display. There was no doubt that I was ready to be
used.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged over my shoulder, dropping
the tube of lube on the counter. "Come and get it."

"Sorry, Son," Mr. Henderson chuckled, pulling his cock out of Joe's
disappointed mouth.

"Hurry up," I said eagerly. There was no embarrassment about showing just
how desperate I was to get fucked by that big daddy plumber's snake.

"Patience, boy," Mr. Henderson ordered as he slapped me hard on the ass.

"Oh yeah," I groaned deep in my throat.

"Not sure this snake is gonna fit in your tight little drain,"
Mr. Henderson observed as he started digging the fat head of his cock
between my cheeks in search of my lubed hole.

"I'm willing to try," I replied breathlessly. "Go for it," I added when I
felt the head pressing against my back door. "Fuck me, sir. Please."

"Whatever the customer wants," Mr. Henderson growled, and I felt him
pressing his cock forward. My ass resisted, in spite of how bad I wanted
that cock in me. I tried to relax. I breathed deep. I concentrated on
anything but the battering ram at my gate. "OPEN UP!" Mr. Henderson yelled
as he slapped my ass again, even harder this time.

I jumped with surprise and at that moment Mr. Henderson shoved even
harder. "FUCK!" I screamed as the thick head rammed into my ass, which felt
as stretched as if it had a log being forced into it.

"You sure you want this?" Mr. Henderson asked, pausing for my reply.

I panted quickly, trying to relax. I even pounded the counter a few times
before my body surrendered to the invasion. "Yes, yes, yes," I hissed as I
became more and more accustomed to the pain mixed with pleasure. "Fuck me,"
I sighed. It came out halfway between begging and ordering.

"Okay, time for a professional plumber to show you how to snake out a
drain," Mr. Henderson said as he began to push more and more of that daddy
dick into my already straining ass.

I grunted and groaned as every added inch of that snake worked its way into
me. And yet I continued to want more. I wanted more of that snake. More of
that cock. Filling me. Pounding me. Hopefully flooding me with cum. "Fuck
me, Daddy," I moaned.

"Damn," Mr. Henderson laughed.

"Yeah," Joe observed, "the thought of you fucking me really turned him
on. I'll bet he's pretending it's his own daddy slipping his snake into
him."

"Is that what you're doing, boy?" Mr. Henderson asked. "You imagining your
own daddy fucking your ass?

I tried to deny it, but I couldn't. "Yes, yes. Oh god, yes. I always wanted
my dad to fuck me. I wish you were my dad."

"Well, as far as you're concerned, I'm your daddy today. So, relax and make
your dad happy. Oh yeah, that's it. Work that ass on Daddy's snake."

As perverted as it sounds, I was definitely picturing my own dad standing
behind me and working his cock into his own son's ass. I wanted that to
happen so bad. I wasn't lying to Mr. Henderson, but until that moment, I
don't think I'd ever admitted it even to myself. "Oh, Dad, fuck me," I
begged, clamping my ass tightly on the invading cock and rocking my hips
back and forth in a slow fucking motion.

"You wanna get fucked, you're gonna get fucked," Mr. Henderson commented,
and then with one final ram, he buried his snake deeper up my ass than any
other cock had ever gone.

"Oh god!" I let out a long, drawn-out moan.

"You ain't felt nothing yet," Mr. Henderson bragged as he slowly slid out,
and then he rammed my ass full of cock again.

"YES!" I yelled. "YES! YES! YES!" I repeated with every hard, ramming
thrust that filled my ass and pounded me against the cabinet.

"I think he likes it, Dad," Joe laughed.

"I know I sure do," Mr. Henderson grunted as he continued to thrust in and
out of me. "You've got definite competition here."

"Then I'll just have to use the other side," Joe replied smugly. I expected
them to reposition me so Joe could feed me his cock. After all, he had
promised they would snake me out at both ends. Instead, I just saw the tube
of lube disappear from the counter and then, after a short time, suddenly
crash back down into view beside me.

Mr. Henderson froze and grunted. "I guess that's one option," he finally
said, although it sounded strain.

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew what wasn't happening. My ass
wasn't getting fucked properly. "Fuck me," I groaned. "Fuck me," I
insisted. "Fuck me," I begged as I tried to fuck myself on Mr. Henderson's
cock since he wasn't making the effort.

"YES!" Joe yelled.

"FUCK!" Mr. Henderson roared.

"SHIT!" I groaned, from both pleasure and surprise as Mr. Henderson's cock
was rammed into my ass and I was smashed against the counter.

"You don't mess about, do you, Son?" Mr. Henderson panted in my ear, but I
knew he wasn't talking to me.

"You know the setup, Dad," Joe laughed. "If I don't get to suck your cock,
I get to fuck your ass. Now, are you ready to have your own drain cleaned?"

"I am," I grunted under the pressure.

"Go for it, Son," Mr. Henderson said.

"Oh yeah," Joe sighed. From the shift, I could tell that Joe had in fact
rammed his cock up his dad's ass in the motion that pinned me against the
counter, and now he was setting up a slow fucking motion.

"Oh yeah," I echoed as Joe's motions caused Mr. Henderson to snake in and
out of my own ass. Harder and faster. Deeper. Thrusting. Pounding. The
counter was shifting and the contents of the drawers were rattling with
every powerful thrust.

"That's it, Son," Mr. Henderson grunted. "Damn, I never get enough of your
cock."

"You're gonna get plenty of cum too, Dad," Joe laughed between
grunts. "Soon."

"You know I can take all you got," Mr. Henderson replied. "Let's do this,"
he added, grabbing my hips.

"That's it, Dad, fuck yourself on my cock," Joe yelled.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as it became obvious that Mr. Henderson was doing all
the work of fucking his cock into me and then thrusting his ass back onto
his son's snake. "I can't believe I'm having sex with a real father and
son," I groaned.

"Believe it, boy," Mr. Henderson growled. "And maybe someday it will come
true for you too. Riding your own dad's dick. Giving him the kind of
pleasure that only a son can really give a dad. Right, Son?"

"Oh yeah, Dad," Joe panted, obviously thrusting his cock forward to meet
his dad's hungry ass. "That's it, Dad. Oh fuck, you're too good."

"Cumming already, Son?" Mr. Henderson grunted.

"Getting close. Getting close," Joe acknowledged.

"Then fuck me, Boy," Mr. Henderson ordered. "Slam that snake up my
drain. OH YEAH," he bellowed in my ear as Joe slammed into him and he
slammed into me. "FUCK ME, BOY! FUCK ME!"

Joe was doing all the work, now, knocking the wind out of both
Mr. Henderson and me with every hard, pounding thrust. Grunting and
groaning with abandoned pleasure. "Oh, Dad, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"HOLD IT, SON," Mr. Henderson ordered. "PULL OUT NOW!"

I felt the pressure released as Joe obviously obeyed his father, and then
Mr. Henderson gripped me firmly around the waist and spun me around. Joe's
engorged cock was throbbing in my face. "OH YEAH!" I yelled as
Mr. Henderson, with his arm still clutched around my waist to keep me up,
began humping his cock frantically into my ass with shallow but urgent
fucks.

"Suck him, boy," Mr. Henderson ordered. Without even thinking about where
Joe's cock had just been, I reached out, grabbed it, pulled it toward me,
and eagerly sucked that big, fat lubed cock head into my mouth.

"FUCK YEAH!" Joe crowed as he began pumping away at his slick cock,
slamming his fist against my nose again and again in his excitement.

"That's it, Son," Mr. Henderson grunted. "You snake out that end, and I'll
finish this one."

"You gonna shoot, Dad?" Joe panted.

"Whenever you're ready, Son," Mr. Henderson replied.

I just relaxed and enjoyed the forbidden sensation of being filled at both
ends by a real father and son.

"I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!"

"FEED IT TO HIM, SON!"

"CUM WITH ME, DAD!

"I'M GONNA, SON! OH FUCK! FUCK!"

"OH, DAD. DAD. DAD. NOW!"

Joe and Mr. Henderson slammed their dicks into me and began to flood me
with Henderson family cum at both ends. Cumming and cumming and
cumming. Reflexive shudders and thrusts drove them deeper into me. Filling
me. Feeding me. Servicing me.

Finally, the father and son both straightened up with their hands on their
hips, and Mr. Henderson asked, "Are you a satisfied customer now?"

Joe slid his cock out of my mouth so I could reply, which I did after I
gulped down what remained of his cum flood. "Not completely." I looked up
at Joe with a wicked grin. Slowly, I straightened up, and Mr. Henderson
straightened up as well with his cock still buried in my ass. Cum somehow
managing to ooze out around Mr. Henderson's snake and trickle down my
thighs.

"I think Henderson Plumbing agrees with him," Joe laughed.

"And I think," Mr. Henderson laughed, reaching around to grab my cock that
was still throbbing away and leaking precum like there was no tomorrow, "he
still wants that service he was begging for when I arrived."

"What service would that be?" Joe asked innocently.

"I wanna fuck you," I replied boldly, which made both of the Henderson men
start to laugh. "Oh yeah," I groaned as Mr. Henderson's laughter caused his
snake to pulse inside my ass.

"You know the Henderson Plumbing motto, Son. Always give the customer what
he wants."

"Whatever you say, Boss," Joe laughed, starting to turn around.

"After I'm finished getting satisfied first," Mr. Henderson added as he
began to work his snake inside me. Even spent and softening, that daddy
cock felt amazing.

I closed my eyes and sank into the feeling while savoring the aftertaste of
Joe's cum. "Oh yeah, Daddy," I sighed.

"I think I'll call Mom and tell her we'll be late this evening," Joe said.

"Good idea, Son," Mr. Henderson sighed as he slowly continued sliding his
snake in and out of my flexing ass.

I heard Joe leave the kitchen, but out of sight, out of mind. Besides, I
was having too much fun to worry about what Joe was getting up to on his
own.

"By the way," Mr. Henderson said casually as he started to fuck me again
with a more determined motion, "the name's Frank."

"Good to meet you, Frank," I moaned, "I'm Mikey. And I like it. I really
like it!"


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world; you never know where that thing has been! ;)

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