Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2016 17:42:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 5 (gay/incest)

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PLUMBER'S SNAKE

PART 5

By the time Frank Henderson was finished pumping another load of daddy cum
up my ass and his son, Joe, had given me a nice, warm, delicious facial, my
neighbor Tommy had disappeared from my bedroom doorway. I was initially
disappointed that he hadn't joined the Hendersons in using me for their
pleasure, and mine, but I was also relieved that he thought more of me than
that. At least that's what I hoped his reasoning had been.

I didn't see Tommy for several days after he discovered my true nature and
depraved desires, but one evening when I was working in the yard again, his
wife, Martha, emerged from their house and called to me, "Mikey!"

I walked over to the property line and replied, "Hi, Martha."

"We haven't seen much of you lately," she observed.

"I figured Tommy had seen more than enough of me," I replied honestly.

"Nonsense. Dinner will be ready soon. You go clean up and then come join us
for the evening."

"I couldn't--," I started to object.

"No excuses. We'll see you in 20 minutes. No later." Without waiting for a
response, Martha turned and went back into their house.

Either Martha was more broad minded than I thought, or Tommy hadn't
mentioned his discovery of my sexual proclivities. I debated with myself,
but then decided to leave the matter in Tommy's hands. I would accept
Martha's invitation, and if Tommy didn't want me in his house, he could say
so.

Twenty minutes later on the dot, I rang Tommy's doorbell. I looked around
nervously as I waited. My head quickly swiveled back to the front when I
heard the door open. Tommy and I just stood there staring at each other,
but I know Tommy was seeing me getting fucked by Frank Henderson and I was
seeing Tommy's surprised response to the view.

"Is that Mikey?" Martha called from inside.

"Yes," Tommy replied, almost inaudibly. "Yes," he repeated louder.

"Well, let him in," Martha laughed, walking up behind Tommy and wiping her
hands on a dishtowel. "Right on time, Mikey. I was just getting ready to
put the food on the table."

"If it's not convenient...," I said, not breaking eye contact with Tommy.

Tommy looked down at his feet and opened the door. "Come in."

I stepped past Tommy and resisted the urge to hug him and spew out lots of
apologizes. Martha grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I looked back
over my shoulder to see Tommy close the door and just stand facing it.

Tommy's subdued behavior continued well into the meal, although Martha
tried her best to lighten the mood. After one particularly long period of
eating in silence, Martha said, "So, we see you've been having a lot of
plumbing work done. Are they good?"

"Yes, they're very good," I replied honestly.

After a choking fit, Tommy changed the subject and then remained silent
through the rest of the meal. Martha even gave up on trying to carry the
conversation on her own. Cake and ice cream made for a delicious dessert,
but as the vanilla ice cream melted, I couldn't help thinking of fresh
runny cum. My cock had a mind of its own and quickly stiffened.

"This was a great meal, but I really must be going," I said as Martha stood
to clear the table.

"You're welcome to stay and watch some television with us," Martha
suggested. "Or are your plumbers coming again this evening?" she called
back as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"I don't know," I replied, "but I should be there just in case." I stood up
without considering the effects that the melting ice cream had had on my
cock. The stiffness had subsided a bit, but from the tightness of my jeans,
I realized there was probably a prominent display still being made.

"I think that's a good idea," Tommy muttered.

"I--"

My attempt at an explanation was interrupted by Martha's return. "At least
take some more cake with you," she said, holding out a covered plate.

I had clasped my hands over my crotch to hide my dilemma, so I grabbed the
plate quickly and used it to obscure Martha's view. "Thank you," I said
before heading toward the front door.

Turning to close the door behind me, I found Tommy standing there. "I think
we need to have a talk," he finally said, looking around nervously.

"I agree."

Tommy made some excuse to Martha, and then we walked in silence to my
house. I put the cake in the kitchen, and then I led Tommy into the living
room. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I think so," Tommy replied without looking at me.

I mixed up a couple martinis and handed one to him. "Have a seat."

"Thank you," Tommy murmured as he took the drink and sat on the sofa. I sat
down on the sofa as well with my feet under me and facing Tommy. I watched
silently as he gulped the entire martini in one drink.

"Another?" I asked, holding out my drink.

"Thank you," Tommy repeated, taking the full glass and handing me the empty
one. He took smaller drinks this time, while I quickly got up to fix myself
another one.

"I didn't mean to bust in on you," Tommy finally said. "The other
night. When you were..."

"Getting fucked," I said casually as I sat back down beside Tommy.

"I never knew..."

"No reason you should. Look, I hope this isn't going to come between us. I
mean, I think of you and Martha as my second parents."

"And we think of you as the son we could never have."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"No reason you should." Tommy gave a slight laugh after repeating my own
response.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. Without thinking, I placed a
comforting hand on Tommy's thigh and felt him tense up instantly. "Sorry,"
I said pulling my hand away.

"Don't be," Tommy replied. After a few seconds, he added, "It felt good."
He took a huge gulp of his martini without looking at me.

"I think you should go home and get some relief with Martha," I said,
standing up and pretending to fix another drink.

"She doesn't want me. Hasn't for years."

"I doubt that," I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"When the doctor told us we couldn't have kids, Martha shut down in that
department. We still love each other," he added quickly, "but we
haven't... been intimate for at least fifteen years."

"Fuck," I muttered at the thought of not having sex for that long.

"No, that's just the problem," Tommy laughed as he gulped down the rest of
his drink. I quickly fixed Tommy another martini and sat back down on the
sofa as I handed it to him. "I shouldn't," Tommy objected, but it was only
a pretense as he quickly started drinking his third martini.

"No wonder you were so shocked to walk in on me getting fucked like that,"
I laughed nervously.

"Don't," Tommy said before he took another gulp of his drink.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you want from me."

"I don't either," Tommy said as he finished his latest drink and began to
sob.

I took the empty glass from Tommy, put it on the coffee table with my own,
and then wrapped my arms around Tommy. He tensed up briefly, but then he
relaxed, wrapped his arms around me, and continued to sob on my shoulder.

"Am I interrupting?" The voice of Joe the plumber surprised us. Tommy and I
quickly separated. Tommy wiped his eyes and made an effort to get the
sobbing under control.

"Just a little guy talk," I said. "I wasn't expecting you."

"So I see," replied Joe with a grin. "Do you want me to go?"

"No, no," Tommy said quickly. He stood up without looking at Joe. "I'll see
you later, Mikey."

"Don't go on my account," said Joe. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow
to get some clue from me about what was going on.

"I think Joe might be able to help you out, Tommy," I said quickly. Tommy
froze for a second and then looked at me like a deer caught in headlights.

"You got a plumbing problem?" Joe asked innocently.

"You might say that," I replied for Tommy. "He's been handling all of his
plumbing needs on his own for years. His wife doesn't like plumbing."

"Mikey," Tommy whined helplessly.

"I'd be glad to give you a hand," Joe said casually. "Or a mouth." He
hesitated before rounding out the offer. "Or an ass."

I waited for Tommy to object or just leave or something. He remained
motionless. "I can vouch for Joe's skills," I laughed. "But if this isn't
what you were getting at, Tommy, just say so."

Tommy hesitated. When he finally spoke, he was almost inaudible. "How
much?"

I tensed up, expecting Joe to be offended, but he just grinned. "For a
friend of Mikey's, it's on the house. Besides, I'm off duty." Joe stepped
forward and casually placed his hand on Tommy's crotch. I saw Tommy shiver
involuntarily with excitement. "But I can never get enough pipe, and it
feels like you have plenty for me to work with."

"I think so," Tommy muttered.

"Then let's have a look at the problem," Joe said, sinking to his knees and
undoing Tommy's pants. "Oh yeah," Joe sighed as he reached in and pulled
out Tommy's fat dick. "Nice," he added as the cock began to grow in Joe's
palm.

"Oh god," Tommy groaned.

"Yeah, it looks like you've got a bit of a leak here," Joe laughed as he
leaned in to lick the first sign of precum from Tommy's cock. Tommy groaned
as Joe began to suck the growing cock into his hot mouth.

I just stood silently and watched the scene unfolding in front of me. I'd
never really thought of Tommy in a sexual way, but watching him respond to
getting his cock sucked by another guy was really turning me on. I was
beginning to wish that I was the one giving him his first chance at
non-solo relief in years. As Tommy groaned again, though, I knew I didn't
want to do anything to ruin the moment for Tommy.

Joe continued to suck slowly and expertly on Tommy's cock. The slurping
sounds were too much for me to stand, though. I finally unzipped and pulled
out my own drooling cock. I didn't want to interrupt Tommy's experience,
but there was no reason I couldn't get myself off at the sight.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Tommy groaned. "Suck that cock." I stifled a laugh at
how quickly Tommy was going over to the dark side after the years of
celibacy. When he grabbed Joe firmly by the hair and started fucking his
face, I started stroking my own cock in rhythm with his motions. "Oh yeah,
take my cock. You know you wanted it, Mikey."

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. I couldn't believe what I'd just
heard. There was no change in Tommy's face-fucking action or Joe's sucking,
so maybe I'd imagined it. Maybe it was my own mind playing tricks on
me. Still, it took all my self-control to resist shoving Joe out of the way
and sucking on Tommy's cock myself. I did step closer, though.

Tommy had his eyes closed and was rolling his head from side to side as he
pounded his cock into Joe's throat. A low growl was coming from Tommy's
throat, and Joe was grunting around Tommy's cock. As Tommy's fucking
motions grew in force, I thought he was going to push Joe over backward,
but Joe held his ground. "Take my cock, Mikey. Fucking take it."

I looked quickly at Tommy's face, but his eyes were still closed. I glanced
down at Joe to see if he'd noticed. He definitely had a knowing twinkle in
his eyes, and he winked at me to confirm it. Joe casually reached up and
pushed Tommy's hips away while he pulled his head back. Tommy's cock popped
out of Joe's mouth and waved desperately in the air as Tommy continued his
fucking attempts. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Please."

"I thought you might want to try fucking my ass," Joe said casually.

Tommy's eyes finally flew open and he looked down at Joe. I barely managed
to get my own cock tucked away before Tommy looked over at me. He looked
back at Joe and asked, with a bit of nervousness in his voice, "Are you
serious?"

"Only if Mikey can watch," Joe said casually.

Tommy gave me another quick, nervous look. "I don't know."

"You didn't seem to mind Mikey watching you fuck my face," Joe
laughed. "Besides, I like it when other guys watch me getting
fucked. Please? For me?"

"Can't you just keep sucking me?" Tommy asked.

I wasn't sure what Tommy was thinking. Maybe getting a blowjob from a guy
in front of me was one thing, but fucking another guy's ass in front of me
was too much for him. "Give him a break, Joe," I finally said. "Take Tommy
up to my room and let him have his fun."

"What about you?" Joe asked casually.

"I think I can take care of myself," I laughed.

"I'll bet you can," Joe laughed. "Well, come on, Tommy."

"Thanks, Mikey," Tommy said softly as he followed Joe from the room without
looking at me.

Tommy was so innocent. He never suspected that I would follow him and Joe
upstairs, but that's exactly what I did. And then I stood outside my
bedroom door, listening.

"I've never done this before," Tommy said.

"Then you just lay back and enjoy the ride," Joe replied. "Let me do all
the work."

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked uncertainly.

"Positive. Now, you just close your eyes and keep that cock of yours hard
while I get ready. That's it. Play with that big daddy cock for me."

"What?!" Tommy said.

"Relax," Joe said calmly. "It's just an expression. I like to be watched
while I'm getting fucked. And I like getting fucked by guys who are old
enough to be my dad. You ruled out the first. Why not let me enjoy the
second, ...Dad?"

"Okay," Tommy finally muttered, "...Son."

"Yeah, that's what I like, Dad. Now just relax again, close your eyes, and
keep that cock ready for your boy."

"Yes, Son," Tommy sighed. I almost laughed at how easily Tommy had given in
to Joe's fantasy. Maybe it was his too, and he had just wanted to be coaxed
into it. I didn't have much time to think, because Joe was suddenly
standing in front of me.

"I knew you'd be out here," Joe whispered. "You want to take over?"

"No, I couldn't do that to him," I whispered back.

"I'm not deaf. I heard him calling your name when I was sucking him. He
wants it."

"You think so?"

"I know so." Without any more discussion, Joe took my hand and led me into
the bedroom. The view was even better than I'd imagined.

Tommy was spread out naked in the middle of my bed. I'd never seen him
naked before, and my first sight of his body nearly took my breath away. He
was slowly stroking his cock, and it took all my will-power not to jump on
the bed and swallow that cock whole.

"You changed your mind?" Tommy asked nervously.

"Not at all, Dad," Joe replied, quickly leaning over Tommy and covering his
eyes. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'm getting myself ready to take
that daddy cock."

"Okay, Son. I just can't wait much longer."

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed," Joe replied as he lifted his hand
to confirm that Tommy's eyes were still firmly closed. He then turned to my
nightstand, where he knew I kept my lube. As he squirted the clear liquid
onto his fingers, he silently mouthed, "Bend over." I did as instructed and
then held my butt cheeks open for him. An involuntary moan escaped from my
mouth when Joe's fingers pushed the first glob of lube into my ass. We both
froze.

"Making yourself feel good?" Tommy chuckled.

"Not as good as your cock is gonna make me feel, Dad," Joe replied.

"Then quit wasting time, Son."

"Gotta get you ready, too," Joe said. He looked at me and silently mouthed,
"Your hand!" I held out my hand, and he squirted lube into my palm. It was
clear what I was supposed to do from there.

"Oh yeah," Tommy moaned when he felt my fist close around his shaft and
slowly stroke the lube up and down. More precum bubbled out of his cock,
and I quickly leaned in to lick it up. "Mmmm, that feels good."

"Mmmmmm," I sighed. It was a reaction to the sweet taste in my mouth and
Joe working his fingers in my ass to get me ready to take that daddy cock.

Joe finally leaned over with his head next to mine. "You ready to fuck your
boy, Dad?"

"Oh yeah, Son."

"Just relax, keep your eyes closed, and let me make you feel better than
you've ever felt in your life," Joe whispered.

"Whatever you say," Tommy replied. As if to confirm his willingness to give
up all control, he locked his hands behind his head and waited.

Joe gave a wink, a huge grin, and a nod of his head to tell me to get
going. As I stood and climbed onto the bed, I silently mouthed, "Thank
you!"

Although I'd never really thought before about having sex with Tommy, there
was nothing more that I wanted in that moment. I wanted Tommy's cock in my
ass. I wanted to be filled with Tommy's cum. I wanted him to be my daddy
again and again and again.

Joe stepped back and gave me another nod to go ahead. I smiled and shook my
head at his eagerness to watch me getting fucked by Tommy. I straddled
Tommy's hips, took his lubed cock in my hand, and held it pointing straight
up as I lowered my ass to meet it.

"Oh yeah," Tommy sighed when his cock finally felt the heat of my flesh.

I continued to lower my ass, and Tommy's cock head pressed firmly against
me. Desperate for entrance. I took a deep breath, exhaled to relax, and
then let my weight force my ass down.

Tommy let out a deep groan when my ass finally opened and let his cock head
pop into me. "That's it, boy. Take Daddy's cock up that tight ass."

I looked over at Joe and made a face to show how shocked I was that Tommy
was so eager to fulfill the fantasy that Joe had started. "Ride him!" Joe
said silently.

"Mmmmm," Tommy groaned as I continued to lower my ass and his cock slid
deeper and deeper and deeper into me. I wanted to let him know how good it
felt, but I didn't want him to know it was me. Not yet. So, I bit my lip
and just added my own groan of pleasure as Tommy's cock filled my
ass. "Damn, it's been too long since I was in something this tight," Tommy
moaned when my ass was sitting firmly against his crotch.

I sat motionless as my ass got used to the invasion. I watched Tommy's
hairy chest rise and fall with increasing regularity as he obviously became
more and more eager for the fucking to begin. "Ride me, Son," he finally
begged.

Joe quickly moved forward and leaned in next to my head. "Just try to stop
me, Dad." He grinned at me and nodded to start the ride. I obediently began
to raise my hips and let Tommy's cock out of me. When I felt the head
pulling at my ring, I slowly started to slide back down the shaft. When I
was all the way down, I paused only a moment before pulling off
again. Down, up, down, up, down, up. Over and over and over. Gradually
gaining speed and force.

"That's it, Son. Ride your old dad's cock," Tommy moaned gently as I
continued to impale myself on his hard dick. I started moaning as well. It
felt so fucking amazing. I loved being in control of the fuck. Being filled
by cock. Being Tommy's son.

Tommy finally unclasped his hands from behind his head and let them rest on
my flexing thighs that were raising and lowering my ass. He gripped and
released my muscles and I groan. My hard cock jumped and slapped down
against his stomach. When Tommy unexpectedly grabbed my dick, I froze and
let out a moan that filled the room.

"You like Daddy holding your cock, Son?" Tommy laughed.

Joe quickly stepped forward and moaned, "Oh yeah, Dad. Stroke me. Stroke
your boy's cock."

"Oh yeah," Tommy groaned as he gripped my cock even more firmly and slid
his fist up and down my shaft. "Ride me, Boy," he said hoarsely to get me
going again. I quickly obliged by slamming my ass down hard on his
cock. "Shit yeah!" he yelled as I began to ride that cock for all I was
worth.

I fucked his cock into my ass and my cock into his fist. My groin was on
fire and desperate for more. I was an out-of-control fucking machine. I
couldn't tell whether I was getting more pleasure from being fucked up my
ass or fucking my cock into his fist.

"Oh god, ride me, boy," Tommy grunted. "Ride me. Fuck yeah. Take my cock,
Mikey. Ride me. Ride me."

I could feel Tommy finally losing control himself as he began to thrust his
hips up to force his cock even deeper into me. Slamming that daddy cock
into my ass as I slammed my ass onto that
cock. Harder. Faster. Deeper. "Fuck me, Tommy," I finally groaned.

Tommy froze, opened his eyes, and then quickly released my throbbing
cock. He looked desperately from me to Joe and back to me. I kept riding
his cock, but he didn't resume his half of the fucking action. "I want it,
Tommy," I assured him. "Fuck me, Tommy. Please. Fuck me,... Dad."

"Oh shit," Tommy groaned. "Mikey."

"Fuck me, Daddy," I ordered. "Please!"

"Oh, Mikey," Tommy replied with a mix of uncertainty and sadness.

I finally stopped fucking myself on his cock. "I want to hear you calling
my name with you knowing that it's really me this time. Please, Tommy," I
added softly to let him know that I really wanted him--that I wasn't just
horny for any cock that happened to be available.

"Are you sure about this, Son. Mikey?"

"Yes, Tommy. Dad."

Tommy slowly wrapped his fist around my cock, raised his hips to slide his
cock a little deeper in my ass, and then waiting.

"Thank you," I said, and then I slowly began fucking my cock into his warm
fist and his hard cock into my ass. "Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you,"
I grunted every time I slammed my hungry ass onto his cock and he plunged
that daddy dick deep inside me. In no time at all, we were back up to the
frenzied fuck that we'd been having before he realized it was me. Or, at
least, before he admitted to himself that it was me.

Tommy finally froze and yelled, "YOU GOTTA STOP!"

"Why?" I asked without stopping.

"I'M GONNA CUM!" Tommy roared desperately.

"Isn't that the point?" I laughed, clamping my ass tightly on his cock and
fucking myself even faster.

"I CAN'T HOLD BACK!"

"Then don't," I grunted. "Fill my ass with that hot daddy cum, Tommy! Do
it!"

"I'm not wearing..."

"JUST CUM, TOMMY!" I ordered him. "CUM! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! CUM!!!"

"OH, MIKEY," Tommy bellowed as he released my cock, grabbed my flexing
thighs in a near-death grip, and shoved my ass down onto his cock and held
it there. "I'M CUMMING, MIKEY. I'M CUMMING. DADDY'S CUMMING!"

"DO IT, TOMMY" I yelled, grabbing my own cock and jacking it frantically.

"OH GOD!" Tommy screamed, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Filling me
with cum. Releasing his seed into me, the closest thing he would ever have
to a son.

"YES!" I moaned as my own cock began to throb and my cum began to spew out
onto Tommy's heaving stomach. "OH YES! OH, TOMMY, YES!"

"Shit!" Tommy growled as my ass gripped his spent cock in waves of orgasmic
spasms.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I finally collapsed onto Tommy and squished all of
my cum between us. "That was great, Tommy."

"I'm sorry," Tommy replied.

"For what?" I asked with confusion as I lifted my head to look at him.

"We shouldn't have done that."

"Says who?" I asked.

"You know what I mean," Tommy replied, looking away from me.

"Well, I'm not going to apologize, if that's what you're expecting," I
replied defensively.

"Oh, Mikey," Tommy sobbed, clutching me and pulling me back down onto his
chest. "You've been like the son we could never have. And now we've ruined
it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Joe asked. "The fucking is the best
part of my relationship with my dad," he added with a laugh.

"I can vouch for that," I laughed.

"Oh shit," Tommy groaned.

"What?" I asked.

"Your flexing ass felt so good on my cock when you laughed," Tommy
admitted, reaching down to grip my ass cheeks in his firm hands. "...Son."

"Thanks, Dad," I laughed. "Are we okay, then?"

"I am if you are," Tommy replied softly. "Are you? Really?"

"Why don't you deposit another load of that daddy cum in my ass, and we'll
see," I laughed.

"Sounds fair," Tommy replied, flipping me over on my back and holding my
legs firmly against his shoulders. I could feel his cock beginning to
harden inside of me again.

"And where am I supposed to put this load?" Joe grunted.

Tommy and I looked over and saw Joe working his cock for all it was
worth. He was definitely close. "Right here!" I said, and then left my
mouth hanging open.

"Oh yeah," Tommy agreed.

"No need to tell me twice," Joe grunted as he stepped up to the side of the
bed and almost instantly started spraying cum all over me. I swallowed
every tart shot that landed in my mouth and enjoyed the feeling of the rest
as it washed over my face, neck, and chest.

"Oh yeah," Tommy repeated in a growl as he slowly began fucking my
cum-filled ass again.


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