Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 23:11:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 7 (gay/incest)

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PLUMBER'S SNAKE

PART 7

"Oh, Mikey. Oh yeah. Oh, that feels so good," Tommy moaned softly in my
ear. We were spooned on our sides in his big king-sized bed, and Tommy was
slowly sliding his hard cock in and out of my ass. He had one arm under my
neck, with that hand gently playing with my nipples. His other arm was
draped over my hip, with that hand slowly stroking my own hard cock.

It was a Friday evening. Martha, Tommy's wife, was visiting her sister for
the weekend, so we had all the time we needed to fuck our brains
out. Still, there was no need to waste any of that time. I'd gone over to
Tommy's right after work, and we'd started fucking right away.

It was the first time we didn't have to rush so Martha wouldn't get
suspicious or, worse yet, catch us with Tommy's cock in my ass. Without all
that pressure, Tommy was able to take his time, and he was enjoying it. It
felt like he was going to make it last forever.

"Mmmm, this is the way it should be," Tommy whispered in my ear. "Nice and
slow and smooth."

"Feels good to me," I moaned, gently tightening my ass's hold on his cock.

"Oh, Mikey," Tommy groaned. "I wish we'd been doing this ever since you
moved in next door."

"So do I. Believe me, so do I."

"Your ass is so tight and juicy. Feels like I'm fucking velvet."

"With a rod of steele," I laughed.

"You get my cock harder than it's been for years."

"I'm glad. It feels so good, Dad."

"Oh, Mikey," Tommy groaned, and I felt him shake involuntarily and clutch
me tighter.

"You cumming?"

"Not yet, it just does something extra special to me when you call me
that."

"Dad?"

"Oh yeah," Tommy groaned. He gripped my cock even tighter and pinched my
nipple.

"Oh, Dad," I moaned because of his rougher handling. "Fuck me, Dad. Roll on
top of me and fuck me," I begged.

Without any hesitation, Tommy leveraged himself and rolled us over on my
stomach. I was pinned to the mattress with Tommy on my back and his cock
still slowly using my ass. "Oh, Son, I wanna fuck you forever."

"At least for the weekend," I laughed, causing my ass to spasm on Tommy's
dick. My own dick pulsed in the hand that still gripped it pinned between
my stomach and the sheets. Tommy twisted my nipple with his other pinned
hand.

"Oh, Mikey," he groaned in my ear. "Oh, Mikey," he repeated as he gradually
began to increase the speed of his flexing hips to drive his cock into me.

"Oh, Dad," I sighed, lifting my ass to meet his thrusts and arching my back
to press against his furry chest. "You feel so good."

"Oh, Mikey. Oh, Son," Tommy grunted as his pace became more frantic and he
gripped my cock and nipple tighter.

"That's it, Dad," I whispered. "Fuck your boy's ass. Fill me with your hot
cum, Dad. Do it, Dad."

"FUCK!" Tommy growled between clenched teeth.

"Cum, Daddy, cum!"

"OH, SON," Tommy groaned as his fucking flew out of control. He was
pounding me hard, driving me into the mattress.

"Oh yeah, DO IT!" I begged.

"OH, MIKEY!" Tommy roared as he slammed his cock into me and froze.

"Do it, Dad. Unleash that cum. Fill me with it."

"I'M CUMMING," Tommy yelled, and I felt his body shake and his cock
throb. "OH, Oh, oh, Mikey."

"Oh yeah," I sighed, gripping his exploding cock tightly with my
ass. "That's it, Tommy. Shoot that fucking load into me."

Tommy's hips gave a few shallow thrusts as his cum continued to flow into
me, and then he collapsed all his weight on top of me. "Damn," Tommy
groaned, and then he kissed my neck softly. "I needed that."

"So did I," I groaned under the weight of his body. After a brief time to
recover, Tommy rolled us back over on our sides with his cock still inside
me. "Mmmm," I sighed when he started stroking my cock smoothly and firmly.

"You gonna cum for Daddy?" Tommy whispered in my ear.

"You keep that up, and I will," I laughed.

"Good," Tommy whispered in my ear. "I want my boy to be happy."

"Oh, I'm happy, Dad, whether I cum or not. We've got all weekend."

"No need to put it off," Tommy laughed as he tightened his grip and pumped
my cock even faster. I wrapped one hand around Tommy's on my cock, and then
I gripped my balls with my other hand. "Yeah, help Daddy make you feel
good," Tommy whispered.

"I'm about to feel really good," I grunted.

"Good."

"Oh fuck, Tommy."

"Daddy," Tommy corrected me.

"Oh, Daddy. Oh, fuck," I grunted as my body began to tense up.

"Come for Daddy, Son," Tommy growled forcefully into my ear. "Now, Son."

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, Dad. FUCK!"

"CUM, SON!" Tommy ordered.

"YES!" I yelled as I alternated between thrusting my cock into our joined
fists and forcing my ass back onto Tommy's still semihard cock. "I'M GONNA
CUM! I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" I let out a final guttural groan, and my cock
began to spit out shot after shot of cum. Streaking the sheets. Sliming our
fists. Shooting out. Drooling out.

My body convulsed with sensory overload. I tried to get Tommy to release my
cock, but he gripped even tighter and continued stroking. Suddenly, my body
started another series of convulsions and more cum drooled out onto Tommy's
fist. "OH, TOMMY, I CAN'T TAKE IT!" I yelled as my body continued to spasm.

"Okay, Son," Tommy whispered in my ear as he released his grip but kept
slowly stroking my cock.

"Oh shit," I moaned as my body tried to recover. Tommy laughed when another
convulsion and shiver went through my body. "Damn," I groaned with a huge
exhale of breath before I closed my eyes and relaxed.

It wasn't long before a strong aroma assailed my nostrils. I liked the
smell and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm," I sighed in appreciation as I opened my
eyes and saw Tommy's cum-covered fist right in front of my face. "Oh yeah,"
I added before darting my tongue forward to lick the cum from Tommy's
flesh.

"Always clean up after yourself," Tommy said with approval.

"My pleasure," I laughed, as I continued to lick the fist clean.

"That's a good boy."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, finally gripping Tommy by the wrist and sucking
his thumb into my mouth.

"Oh yeah," Tommy groaned as I continued to suck his thumb like a pacifier,
or even better, like a cum-filled cock. "I wish it could be like this
always," Tommy whispered, "just you and me."

I released Tommy's thumb and said, "Don't you enjoy playing with Frank and
Joe?"

"Do you?" he asked, turning the question back on me.

"Well, yeah, I do," I admitted. "But it's even better when you're part of
the fun."

"Glad to hear it," Tommy laughed. "I was a bit worried when you caught me
playing with them alone the other night. It's just that I'd been thinking
about you all day and was so horny when Frank and Joe showed up to fix the
plumbing disaster."

"I can imagine," I replied, starting to suck on Tommy's thumb again.

"When they got the water flow all stopped, Joe just pulled out Frank's dick
and started sucking it. I was a bit surprised, to say the least. I figured
his bragging about fucking with his dad was just a ploy to make me more
comfortable with what you and I had done in front of him. I never thought
things like that happened in real life."

I stopped sucking his thumb again and said, "You're telling me. That's what
gets me so hot around them. Just the thought of fucking around with a read
dad and son. There's something so perverted and hot about it. Sometimes, I
wish Frank was my dad and Joe was my brother. Same about you, too, the dad
bit," I laughed.

"Thanks, Son," Tommy laughed. "So you really like playing with others?"

"Are you asking me not to?" I asked with surprise.

"Not if you enjoy it. Life's too short not to have fun."

"Same goes for you, you know," I assured him. "If you get a chance to play
without me, you should take it if you want. But I can guarantee that I'll
still look forward to our times together with extra anticipation."

"Glad to hear it, Son." I could feel Tommy's cock start to harden again in
my ass.

"Damn, Dad!" I laughed and shoved Tommy back playfully. He rolled over on
his back and his cock pulled out of me. "Hey!" I didn't waste any time
climbing on top of him and giving his slimy cock a few strokes to help it
reach full hardness again.

"Mmmmm," Tommy sighed. "Oh yeah," he groaned when I held his rigid cock
firmly and slowly started lowering my ass back onto it. "That's it, Son,
ride Daddy's cock."

"Oh, I plan to," I replied, planting my palms on Tommy's furry stomach and
gently starting to rock my hips to work his cock in and out of my
cum-filled ass.

"Are you about finished or just getting started?" Frank Henderson, our
favorite plumber, asked from the bedroom door.

I looked around with a grin on my face and said, "Just getting started for
the second round."

Tommy raised his head and looked past me. "Hi, Frank. This might take a
while."

"Well," Frank said with a grin, "tie a knot in it, Tommy. At least for
now. I've got some guys downstairs to see about your kitchen."

"Now?" Tommy asked with obvious disappointment.

"These are some guys I've worked with before, and they're doing me a favor
coming by after work on a Friday night. You can probably work a really good
deal with them, but if you'd rather throw away money just so you can fuck
Mikey's ass again, it's your call."

"Money's money," I said. Tommy's cock slid out of my ass with a slurp as I
climbed off of him. "We'll pick this up where we left off. Besides, I'm
starving."

"Well, give us a chance to get dressed, and we'll be right down," Tommy
said, resigning himself to the interruption.

"Just throw on some robes and get a move on," Frank ordered before he
disappeared.

I quickly pulled on my jeans but went commando under them. "Better hurry,"
I said, pulling on my t-shirt.

Tommy pulled on his robe and tied it around his waist. "First time I ever
conducted business in a bathrobe, but I've been doing a lot of firsts
lately."

I grabbed Tommy's ass as he headed out the door and said, "You're doing a
damn fine job of it too, Dad."

When we entered Tommy's wasteland of a kitchen, we discovered Frank and his
son, Joe, along with five other men.

"Ah, Tommy," Frank called out when he saw us, "there you are."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Tommy said by way of greeting as he tightened
the belt on his bathrobe. "I was just getting ready to step into the
shower."

"And what was Mikey doing?" Joe asked with a smirk as he casually looked me
up and down from my bare feet to my wild hair.

"Just stopped by for dinner," I explained.

Joe continued to smirk as he stepped over beside me and dropped his arm
around my shoulder. Meanwhile, Frank took over the introductions. "This is
George Potts," he said, indicating the man who was about the same age as
Frank and Tommy.

"Easy to remember," George said. "Just think of this pot belly," he added,
giving a shake to the bit of a pot belly than was hanging over his belt.

"George is a general contractor," Frank continued, "and I generally throw
work his way when the fit seems right."

"Potts Construction, that's us." George added. "These are my boys," he
said, motioning toward the other four men. "Archie's my oldest. He's the
architect in the family."

"Pleased to meet you," Archie said. He was maybe in his early thirties. He
was also the tallest and the best dresser.

"Earl's my electrician," George moved on. "You'll never find anyone better
to handle your wiring."

"Hello," Earl said casually. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties
and was obviously the one who went to the gym. I would have figured him
more for the hard labor, but he was apparently more interested in power.

"And these are my twins," George concluded. "Charlie and Harry."

"Hi," the two remaining boys said. They were identical with the same broad
smiles. They both even did a kind of half wave in unison. If they were out
of their teens, I would have been surprised.

"Shouldn't you two be in school?" Tommy asked, obviously thinking the same
thing I was thinking.

"They're old enough for anything," George confirmed.

"We sure are!" Charlie and Harry said in unison. They shared some
conspiratorial laugher but then managed to straighten up when George gave
them a dirty look.

"The twins do most of the construction for us," George
clarified. "Cabinets, flooring, tile. You name it, they can do it. I've
never seen any two boys handle wood better than the twins. Been doing it
for years. Decided to stick with the family business instead of going to
college."

"Very admirable," Tommy said. "I would think most kids want to get away
from home at that age."

"Not us," Charlie and Harry objected. "We know Dad needs us." It was if
they had one brain feeding joint dialogue.

"Well, now you've met the family, what do you think?" Frank asked.

"If you think they're right for the job, I trust your opinion," Tommy
replied.

"Now, don't go rushing into anything," George stopped him. "Archie, show
him some of our work."

"Sure, Dad," Archie replied. He pulled a phone out of his pocked and opened
up some photos as he stepped up beside Tommy. "This is one we just
finished," Archie continued, flipping through several pictures of an
impressive kitchen.

I was looking over Tommy's shoulder at the pictures until Earl casually
worked his way between me and Tommy. "Those light fixtures were a special
order, but we got a good deal on them."

"Here, you flip through at your leisure," Archie finally said, handing the
phone to Tommy. Joe, who still had his arm around my shoulders, gave me a
gentle tug and pulled me back a few steps. Tommy continued chatting with
Archie and Earl about the pictures, and I watched Archie and Earl both
place a hand in the middle of Tommy's back. As the conversation continued,
their hands casually slipped lower and lower until they were each palming
one of Tommy's butt cheeks.

Tommy paused for a brief moment and gave George a nervous glance, but then
he managed to keep the conversation going. I saw Archie and Earl both
squeeze Tommy's butt. He stammered but then recovered. I looked over at
Frank, who just smiled and gave me a wink.

Suddenly, Charlie and Harry stepped up in front of Tommy so they could see
the pictures too. "We did that," the twins said with excitement as they
pointed at a picture.

"Very impressive," praised Tommy.

"We're very good with our hands," the twins replied. My eyes nearly popped
out of my head when I saw each twin work a hand through the front of
Tommy's bathrobe. "Shhh," Joe whispered in my ear, but it wasn't me that
drew the attention. Suddenly feeling the boy's hands exploring his
privates, Tommy let out a gasp.

"Something you don't like?" George asked casually, looking up from his
private conversation with Frank.

"No, I like it," Tommy stammered. "Just a bit surprised by the skill,
that's all."

"I told you my boys are the best. And the happier they are on a job, the
better they do. You think they would be happy here?"

Tommy gave me a nervous glance, but I just gave him a smile and a nod of
encouragement in return. "I think they would," Tommy replied.

"Well, that's all I need to hear," George replied. "And just so you know,
the happier the boys are on a project, the better discount we give at the
end of the project."

"That's good," Tommy managed to stammer.

"Better make sure, though, boys, before anything is settled."

"Oh god," Tommy moaned as Archie and Earl stuck their tongues into Tommy's
ears. The twins undid the belt of the bathrobe, and Archie and Earl pulled
it back off of Tommy's shoulders. As the robe dropped to the floor, so did
the twins. Tommy could hardly breathe as the older brothers continued to
kiss and suck his ears and neck while they played with his nipples.

Not to be outdone, the twins, on their knees, had their hands all working
on Tommy's cock and balls. They started out taking turns kissing and
licking the head of Tommy's cock, and then they were suddenly kissing each
other with their mouths jointly engulfing the bright-red cock.

I finally tore my eyes away from Tommy to discover that George was
continuing to carry on his conversation with Frank as they watched the
Potts brothers almost devouring Tommy. George finally noticed me looking at
him and asked, "Is your son also willing to make sure I enjoy working on
this job?"

I started to object. "I'm not--"

"Like father, like son," Joe interrupted me. "Mikey lives right next door,
so he can drop by any time his dad needs help. Right, Mikey?"

I looked at Tommy. "It's up to you, Son," he finally managed to say. "Oh
god," he groaned as Archie and Earl began to chew on his nipples.

"Well?" George asked, casually beginning to undo his trousers.

"I...." My eyes were glued to George as he reached into his pants and
fished out his semihard cock. He began to stroke it slowly, and it began to
grow.

As I continued to hesitate, Jose slipped his hand down the back of my jeans
and fingered my cum-filled hole. He let out a soft chuckle and said, "Seems
ready to me."

"Mmmm," George said, "that would make me even happier."

I looked over at Tommy, who was completely lost in being handled by the
Potts brothers. I looked back at George, whose cock was now rock hard and
oozing precum. I looked at Frank, who just grinned back at me. "What the
fuck," I finally said, ripping my t-shirt off over my head and quickly
getting out of my jeans as well. "If it saves Dad a few bucks," I added as
I turned and leaned forward on the counter, "why not? Go for it,
Mr. Potts."

"It's all greased up for you, Mr. Potts," Joe confirmed. "And from the
smell, it's not just with lube."

"Just the way I like it," George replied, and I felt him grip my hip firmly
with one hand as the head of his cock burrowed between my butt cheeks. "Oh
yeah," he sighed when his dick found my hole and confirmed for itself that
my butt had already been used recently. "Jobs are so much more fun when
there's a dad to keep my boys happy and a boy to keep me happy," George
said right before he pressed his cock into me.

"Oh yeah," I groaned. It was a good thing Tommy had already opened me up,
or George's fat cock might have been too much for me. It would have
certainly taken more getting used to before I was able to enjoy it. As it
was, my cum-filled ass easily accommodated George and he was ramming that
fucker into me hard and fast in no time.

"Look at Dad go!" one of the boys laughed, and that was followed by all
sorts of cheering and whistles and whatever to egg on their dad as he
fucked a stranger right in front of them.

"Feels good, don't it?" Earl asked. He sounded so close that I looked to
the side to find him bent over the counter next to me.

"Oh yeah," I grunted.

"As good as your dad?" he asked.

"Why don't you try and find out?" I replied.

"Okay, Pops," Earl called out to Tommy. "Your boy wants you to fuck me side
by side with him while my dad fucks him."

"That's not fair," his older brother, Archie, complained.

"Shoulda been faster," Earl laughed, reaching back to spread his butt
cheeks. "Come on, Sir. Make me happy. Yeah, that's it."

I glanced around as far as I could and managed to see Tommy standing at
Earl's butt. Tommy gave me a questioning look that indicated how much he
wanted to fuck Earl and at the same time asked my permission. "Go for it,
Dad," I grunted as George continued to pound my own ass with his fat daddy
cock.

"YES!" roared Earl, and I knew that Tommy was on his way to making at least
one Potts boy happy.

"Nothing like fucking our boys side by side, is there, Tommy?" grunted
George, giving my ass a hard smack.

"Uh, no," Tommy agreed nervously. It was obviously going to take a while
for Tommy to be as free as I was, but I was pretty certain he would get
there.

"Come on, Joe," Frank said, "I guess I have to settle for fucking my own
boy this time."

"You can fuck me," Archie volunteered.

"Fuck off, Archie. I haven't been fucked today, and I need it," Joe
replied. Before I knew it, Joe was bent over the counter with me and Earl.

"Ready, Son?" Frank asked.

"Go for it, Dad," Joe said. "Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh," he added in a very
contented long, drawn-out fashion as his dad's dick obviously slid into
him.

"Let's ride 'em, dads," George laughed, and Tommy and Frank added their own
panting laugher as the three of them began to plow our asses in earnest.

"Fuck yeah," Earl moaned, and I looked to the side to discover one of the
twins on the floor sucking Earl's cock.

"Suck me," Joe growled, and I looked to the other side to discover the
other twin on the floor and sucking Joe's cock.

"Oh god," I groaned when I felt a warm, wet mouth wrapping around my own
cock and sucking it all the way in until I could feel a nose pressed
against my belly. I looked down and confirmed that Archie had settled for
sucking my dick when Joe wouldn't let Frank fuck him.

"Let's show these boys how a real man fucks," Frank yelled.

"Judging by the cum in this ass," George said, giving my butt another sharp
slap, "this boy already knows how to take a man fuck and a man-sized load
of cum."

"My boy sure does," Tommy replied. Maybe it wasn't going to take him so
long to get over his shyness about us fucking with and in front of others
after all.

"Are you just gonna talk," Joe grunted, "or are you gonna show us how those
real men fuck?"

"Smart ass," Frank growled, and the whole counter shook as he slammed his
cock up Joe's ass.

"Oh yeah," Joe moaned happily. "Fuck me, Daddy," he sighed softly.

The chatter died away and was replaced with the dads' heaving and grunting
as they fucked us in a nearly uniform motion. Earl, Joe, and I got slammed
into the counter so hard and so regularly that it was a miracle the counter
held up to the bashing. Still, I guess it wasn't anything compared to the
bashing our asses were getting...and enjoying.

I had desperately wanted to ride Tommy's cock again earlier, so I had no
complaints about George fucking and fucking and fucking my ass like the
Energizer Bunny. I was ready for it to go on all evening, but from the
sweat dripping on my back, he was putting in quite an effort. His grunting
and groaning was getting louder and faster. I wasn't sure whether it was
from exhaustion or if he was getting ready to cum. I didn't really care
other than the latter would mean an end to the fucking.

Archie was eagerly sucking on my own cock. From the sounds he was making,
he was obviously enjoying the taste of my flowing precum. He was also
playing with my balls, tugging on them occasionally. Gripping them hard and
releasing them when I groaned. At one point, I felt his fingers slide back
along my taint until they found my hole and his dad's cock. Archie spread
his fingers around my hole and twisted around to provide an additional
tunnel for his dad to fuck.

"Get that hand out of the way," George growled. "I wanna fuck ass, not
fist." Archie quickly yanked his hand away, and George knocked the wind out
of me by slamming his cock full-length up inside me again. "That's it,
boy. Take my daddy cock."

"Oh yes," I groaned in complete submission and contentment.

"Yeah, gonna plant this seed deeper than you ever had seed planted before,"
George bragged as he slammed harder and harder and harder into me. "Oh
yeah, gonna breed this ass," he warned, and I felt his fingers digging into
my flesh. I knew he was close. "MAKE DADDY HAPPY!" he yelled as he impaled
me on his cock and slapped my ass again and again and again. "YEAH, TIGHTEN
THAT ASS," he roared when I automatically tightened in response to the
slaps. Harder and harder he slapped my ass. "MILK DADDY'S COCK WITH THAT
ASS!" he hollered, and then he suddenly resumed rapid shallow fucks. "YES!"
Thrust. "YES!" Thrust. "YEEEEEEEESSSSS!"

I knew in that instant that I was being filled with George's cum, and it
set me off. "Oh yeah," I groaned soft and low. My cock didn't erupt with
powerful blasts this time. It just surrendered to the inevitable, and my
cum smoothly poured from my cock and into Archie's hungry mouth. My body
relaxed completely as George patted my ass gently and Archie sucked my cock
like a hungry baby calf.

When I finally recovered, I looked around and saw that Frank was standing
still with his cock up Joe's ass, and on the other side, Tommy was standing
still with his cock up Earl's ass. They must have cum at the same time, or
at nearly the same time, as George.

"I think this job is going to work out," George finally laughed.

"I agree," Tommy replied, smiling down at me.

"Then let's work out the details," Frank said, giving Joe's ass a slap and
pulling his cock out.

"Okay," Tommy agreed, pulling his spent dick out of Earl.

"You boys keep these hole's open for us until we finish business," George
ordered, giving my ass an extra-hard slap and pulling his dick out.

"Yes, sir," Archie and the twins said in unison.

I don't know what the twins did, but Archie didn't waste any time. He
quickly pulled his mouth off of my cock and slipped around behind me. I
felt him pull my butt cheeks apart and expected him to start fucking
me. "Oh god," I groaned when instead I felt him licking my used asshole.

"Archie likes eating Dad's cum out of guys' asses," Earl laughed. "You'd
never guess it from the up-tight way he dresses.

"As long as it feels this good, I don't care," I laughed. I heard the
slapping of flesh on flesh and looked around to see the twins already
fucking Joe and Earl. I just relaxed and let Archie enjoy his meal.

"He'll never stop unless you tell him to," Joe laughed.

"I'm good for now," I replied. After a little while, I turned my head back
to Earl and asked, "Does your dad fuck you guys?"

"When we're not fucking each other," Earl laughed. "The funny thing is that
we each thought we were tricking him into it the first time. We didn't know
he wanted it as much as we did or that we wanted it as bad as our
brothers. You'd better be prepared when it comes time for you to make the
twins happy. They're still at the insatiable age where they can fuck for
hours on end. They like to trade off so you never know which one's fucking
you or how long he can go."

"Fuck you," the twin fucking Earl laughed.

"See?" Earl smiled at me. "Hey, Archie, quit slurping around back there and
fuck him."

"Shut the fuck up," Archie growled, but he did stop eating my cum-filled
ass and quickly sank his cock into it instead.

"Oh yeah," I sighed. I love having my ass eaten, but there's noting like
having a cock filling me again and again and again. Archie was a gentle but
assured fucker, and it wasn't long before he was ready for the big
finish. At least I was expecting a big finish. When the time came, he just
froze, gave a few almost inaudible grunts, waited a little while, and then
pulled out. "Are you finished?" I asked with obvious disappointment.

"Don't worry," Earl said, "Archie's the quiet type."

"Like you shoot any harder with all that noise you make," Archie replied.

"Maybe not," Earl conceded, "but at least my fuckers know when I'm done."

"So do mine when I start cleaning up," Archie said.

"Oh yeah," I moaned when I felt Archie once again eating my ass and the cum
that filled it, but this time it included his own cum.

"Just in time for one final fuck to seal the deal," George said, walking up
behind Archie. "Out of the way, twins. The real men are back." I glanced
around and saw the twins pulling out of Earl and Joe. They looked very
disappointed, but they knew better than to object.

"You up for another daddy fuck?" Frank asked Earl, slapping his butt.

"Yes, sir," Earl agreed.

"Good," Frank replied and stuck his cock into Earl's ass without any other
preamble.

"I think I'll stick with this one just to make sure he's willing to keep me
happy on the job," George said, stepping up to me after Archie took one
final slurp and then left my butt free for his dad.

"I'll make you happy as often as you want, sir," I said, "if it helps out
Dad."

"Proud of you, Son," Tommy said.

"You should be," George said as he easily slipped his cock back into me and
started a steady fucking motion. "Let's see how long we can make this
last."

"As long as you want, Mr. Potts," I said.

"And which of you boys needs me to make you happy?" asked Tommy.

The twins shouted in unison, "Me!"

"Fuck off, you two," Archie ordered as Joe moved out of the way and Archie
took his place leaning over the counter beside me. "I've sucked and I've
fucked, and now I need to get fucked. Get my creative juices going to
design you a great kitchen."

"It better be a fucking amazing kitchen," Tommy laughed.

"Depends on your fucking," Archie said casually. "Oh yeah," he sighed as
Tommy slipped his cock up Archie's ass.

"Come on, boys," I heard Joe say. "Let's see what we can do to keep each
other busy."

"Fuck me, Joe!" they replied in unison. The six of us fucking at the
counter cracked up laughing at the youthful eagerness.

Joe laughed also, and then he suggested, "Why don't you two lie down side
by side on the floor, so I can take turns fucking you and trying to figure
out which is which?"

"You'll never guess," they replied in unison, "but give it a try."

I looked between my legs and George's legs behind me, and I saw the twins
on the floor with their legs in the air and Joe stroking his cock over
them, trying to decide which ass to try first.

"Pay attention, boy!" George ordered, slapping me hard on my ass.

"Sorry, sir," I apologized.

"Tighter," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I replied as George smacked my ass again and picked up his
pace. So much for wanting to make it last. In what seemed like almost no
time at all, George roared and shot another load of his hot daddy cum into
me.

"Damn, I'm gonna like this job," George said with a laugh as he gave my
butt yet another smack and continued gently fucking his softening cock into
my cum-filled ass. I could feel his cum frothing around my asshole and
dribbling down my thighs.

"Me too," I sighed, "me too."

*****

"Do you really think they think we're father and son?" I asked Tommy when
we were finally alone again in his bed for the night.

"Does it matter?"

"Well, if they think we're in the same club as they are, when we're not..."

"Martha and I have thought of you like a son ever since you moved in next
door. It might not be the same legal line that the Potts and Henderson's
have crossed, but I think we've crossed the same emotional line. When I
fuck you, I feel like I'm fucking my real son. It's that simple."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, spooning back against Tommy and feeling his cock
hardening and pressing against my back.

"Are you up for it?" Tommy asked, slowly humping his cock against me.

"If you are, I am, and you certainly are," I laughed.

"Good," Tommy whispered as I felt him reach between us and guide his cock
into my waiting, well-used asshole. He started a gentle rocking motion as
if he was trying to fuck me to sleep.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into Tommy's fucking motion. With my eyes
closed, I could picture every detail of that bedroom. I could see us in the
bed. I could see my ass opening to take in the cock. I could see the arms
wrapped tightly around me. I could see the face nestled between my
shoulders. I could see my real dad fucking me slowly and gently. Not Tommy,
but my real dad.

"That feels good, Dad," I whispered.

"It sure does, Son," my dad whispered back.

"Mmmmm, I love fucking you, Mikey," Tommy whispered, bringing me back to
reality.

For some reason, I wasn't freaked out this time. The idea of getting fucked
by my real dad was intriguing now. I couldn't help wondering what it would
be like. Tommy was great, but in spite of what he said, I was starting to
think that I wanted the really real thing like Joe and the Potts boys
had. Or did I? There was definitely a lot to think about.

In the meantime, Tommy was enough. "Fuck me, Tommy," I whispered.

"Anything you want, Son," he replied as he continued his gentle fucking
motion.


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