Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2016 16:07:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plumber's Snake, Part 9 (gay/incest)

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PLUMBER'S SNAKE

PART 9

I stood under the warm shower and fingered my asshole, which was still
slick with my neighbor Tommy's cum. I couldn't believe how desperate I was
for him to fuck me earlier that morning, but having my own dad sleep-hump
me in the middle of the night had pushed every incest-related button I
had. If only I'd slept in the buff like Dad had, I might have ended up with
his cock inside me instead of just spraying his seed on my pajama bottoms.

Just the thought of that possibility got me so hard that I took my
throbbing cock in my free hand and began to stroke it as I continued
fingering my asshole with the other. I closed my eyes and let the water
wash over me as I played with myself. My visions jumped back and forth
between my Dad on his knees sucking my cock and my Dad behind me pumping
his rigid meat into my butt.

"You gonna be much longer?" Dad called from my bedroom. "The food's getting
cold."

"I'm coming!" I hollered.

"Have fun," Dad laughed, not realizing how spot-on his joke was.

I pulled my fingers out of my asshole and concentrated on pounding my
pud. My fist was flying up and down my shaft. My balls were slapping
against my thighs. The shower was pulsing on my crotch. My breath was
getting ragged as my body tensed more and more and more.

"Eat my cum, Dad," I growled under my breath as I gave my cock two hard,
slamming pumps and cum started flying. The first shots sprayed on the
shower wall. The following shots drooled down over my fist and were quickly
washed away by the shower water.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the shower wall to catch my
breath. The wall also provided some support for my weakened knees. When I
finally opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my cum running down the
wall under the shower head.

The shower had already washed the cum off of my fist and crotch, so I
quickly dropped to my knees and began licking the cum off of the wall
before it got washed away as well. It didn't take long for my perverted
mind to imagine that I was licking up my dad's cum instead of my own. I
finally just sat back on the shower floor and let the water run over me as
I savored the flavor of cum in my mouth.

*****

"About time," Dad said when I finally made it to the kitchen.

"Sorry, I usually take long morning showers on my days off." What Dad
didn't know was that to save some time after wasting all that time jerking
off, I'd just thrown on my bathrobe over my naked body. Just the sight of
Dad started my cock plumping up, so I quickly sat down at the table before
he could notice the tent or before my cock could force its way into the
open.

"No problem, I kept it warm," Dad replied, taking a plate of food out of
the oven and putting it on the table in front of me.

"Thanks, Dad," I said before digging in. Getting fucked by Tommy earlier
and jacking off in the shower had definitely worked up my appetite. "What?"
I asked when I realized Dad had said something to me that I missed.

"I said I threw the guest sheets in the washing machine."

I froze in mid-bite. "You did?" I think I managed to sound casual, and I
took a bite of a sausage to reinforce it.

"Yes, and you should tell your buddy not to pull out next time."

"What?!" I almost choked on the sausage. It wouldn't have been the first
time that happened, but it wasn't as much fun as when there was a man
attached to it.

"Or if his girlfriend doesn't want him cumming inside her, he can at least
shoot on her and not all over the sheets."

"Dad!" I looked at him with a shocked expression, but he was grinning.

"Or was he having a solo session?"

"Dad!" I repeated.

"Relax, Son," Dad laughed as he began cleaning up the breakfast
dishes. "What your friends do is their business. I'm just saying they
should have some consideration for you and your sheets."

"Well, it's not really something I could talk to them about," I laughed
casually as I returned to my food.

"Okay, enough said, but those sheets were as stiff as a board. Your friend
must cum like an elephant," he chuckled.

"Can we change the conversation?" I asked before shoveling more food into
my mouth. I couldn't believe this conversation. My parents hardly ever
mentioned sex in my entire life, and now, in less than 24 hours, my dad had
sleep-humped me, soaked my pajamas with cum, and insisted on talking about
my "friends" and their sex habits. What would he have said if he'd known
most of that sheet-stiffening cum was mine?

"So, is my being here interrupting you weekend plans?" Dad asked.

"No, I'm just planning on hanging out. Nothing special."

"It's been a long time since we hung out together," Dad observed.

"Have we ever?" I laughed.

"Now that you mention it..."

The truth was that my dad and I had spent very little time alone in my
entire life. My mother was always around. Even when we did "manly" things
like camping or sports, she was there as a spectator. I guess that
partially accounted for Dad's sudden relaxed attitude toward sex. Maybe
that's how he always talked with his friends, and he just never talked to
me like that because she was around.

On top of all that, for all I knew, I was an immaculate conception. I was
never one of those "traumatized" kids who walked in on their parents having
sex. In fact, more than once after I knew what sex was all about, I tried
listening at their bedroom door and heard absolutely nothing. Now that I
knew firsthand how quiet Dad could be when he was cumming, it opened up
more possibilities. Not that I really wanted to think about my mom and dad
having sex. That was weird. But my dad having sex with me was cool.

"What are you thinking about?" Dad asked.

"What?"

"You've got a shit-eating grin about something," he laughed. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I replied innocently, although I realized at that moment that my
cock was definitely up. "This is good," I said, indicating what was still
left of my food.

"Glad you like it. It's not as good as your mom's, but it will do."

"By the way, where is Mom? Why didn't she come with you?"

"She decided to visit your Aunt Phyllis. I didn't feel like listening to
those sister hens cackle for three days, so I came to visit you instead."

"Dad," I replied as a mock reprimand.

"I know, I know. I need to run out and buy some things that I forgot. Will
you be okay until I get back?"

"This is my house, and I do generally live alone," I reminded him.

Dad laughed at his own stupid question and said, "Sorry, for a second it
just felt like the old days when you lived at home. We still miss having
you underfoot."

Dad gripped my shoulder as he walked past me to put the extra food away,
and a shockwave surged through my body. My cock throbbed and forced its way
out of my bathrobe. I quickly adjusted my seating and my cock to hide the
development from my dad. I barely made it before he turned around.

"Are you going to be dressed by the time I get back?" he asked.

"Maybe," I laughed. "Are you going to punish me if I'm not?"

"I just might have to," he laughed back, and my cock throbbed. "I'll be
back soon."

"Take your time," I replied, thinking I might need to rub out another load
while I had the chance.

"Later, Son," he replied as he exited.

The moment Dad was out the door, I whipped open my bathrobe, spread my legs
wide, and gave my raging cock a few swift pumps. It felt so good! I would
have continued except the doorbell interrupted me. I stood up, wrapped my
bathrobe tight, and tied the belt low to hold my hardon firmly against my
belly instead of letting it stick out.

When I opened the front door, there stood the plumber Frank Henderson and
the contractor George Potts. "Hey," I said, glancing nervously past them to
make sure Dad's car was gone.

"It looks like Tommy's not home," Frank said.

"Oh yeah, he left a little while ago to join his wife for the weekend," I
confirmed.

"We wanted to do a final inspection of the kitchen with him," George said.

"He must have forgotten," I replied. "But I have a spare key. I can let you
in."

"That would be good, Mikey," Frank said.

"Just give me a minute to change," I said as I started to turn back inside.

"You're fine as you are," George replied.

"Okay," I said, a little surprised. I grabbed the keys from a stand beside
the door and stepped outside in my bathrobe, closing the door behind me.

*****

I unlocked Tommy's front door and stepped aside to let Frank and George
enter. I then followed them into the house and on to the kitchen. George
leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms. Frank leaned on the
counter across from George and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops.

"It looks great to me," I said, looking around the completely remodeled
kitchen. "A whole different place."

"Tommy promised us a final session during the approval," George said,
groping his package in case I was suddenly too dense to catch his meaning.

"No problem. I'll be glad to honor that commitment for him too," I replied.

"Glad to hear it," George said. Then he quickly unzipped his jeans and
whipping out his fat cock.

"He told me the same thing," Frank said.

"And the same goes for you," I assured him. "It's just that this has to be
quick, before my dad gets back."

"Your dad's in town?" Frank asked with a grin as he unzipped his own pants
and pulled out his stiffening cock.

"For the weekend," I confirmed.

"I would love to play with you two," Frank said as he began stroking his
cock.

"Unfortunately, we're not as close as you two and your boys," I said,
slipping off my bathrobe and getting down on my knees.

"Too bad," George said. "I wouldn't mind watching you play with your own
dad and then joining in."

"Maybe next time," Frank laughed.

"We'll see," I said as Frank and George stepped closer to me and I took a
cock in each hand. I've never grown tired of feeling a warm cock filling my
fist, especially when it has both the hard and soft qualities at the same
time. It's just the most amazing feeling.

"I thought you didn't want to waste time," George grumbled.

"Oh, sorry," I said, and I turned my head to give his piss slit a quick
lick.

"That's better," George said, and I gave his dick head another lick. I
swished my tongue all around the head to get it good and wet before sliding
my lips over it. "Oh yeah," George groaned as he began to sink his cock
into my saliva-filled mouth.

While I swallowed George, I began slowly jacking Frank's cock, and he
responded appreciatively, "That's it, Mikey, don't forget me."

I quickly pulled my mouth off of George's cock but continued to stroke it
as I turned and gave Frank's drooling cock the same oral treatment. "Mmmm,"
I moaned as I tasted his sweet precum.

"Never get tired of my juice, do you," Frank observed.

"Mmm, mmm," I mumbled around his cock to confirm his opinion.

"Well, if it's juice you want, here's some of mine," George said.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the bead of precum welling up
on the end of George's dick. I quickly spit out Frank's cock and dove on
George's before that pearly bead could fall to the floor. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I
groaned to show my appreciation.

"I'm sure gonna miss this cocksucker," George said as he began pumping his
meat into my throat.

"Me too," Frank replied, thrusting his cock into my tight fist. "But not
for long. I think I'm gonna have to make occasional visits just to make
sure the plumbing is all in order."

I pulled off of George's cock and stroked the two dads together. "You can
come around any time you want, guys." I sped up my jacking motion. "But we
need to move this along today. What do you want?"

"A blowjob works for me," Frank said.

"Well, if you're in a hurry and gonna suck him, I guess I better fuck you,"
George said with a slight laugh.

"That should work for me," I said, "but I'm not lubed up."

"There's probably some butter in the fridge," Frank joked.

"I'll get it," George replied, taking him seriously. I released George's
cock, and he headed for the refrigerator.

"It's better than nothing," I grinned at Frank. "And while he's getting me
ready..." I swallowed Frank's cock again. As I sucked on the head, I gently
but firmly stroked his shaft to force more of that sweet nectar of his into
my mouth.

"Oh yeah," groaned Frank as he started slowly thrusting his cock into my
mouth. He took his time and allowed me to adjust and swallow a little more
each time.

Just as I managed to swallow Frank's whole cock and inhale the scent of his
pubes, George forcefully began working butter into my ass. I screamed at
the sudden surprise invasion, but that only allowed Frank to shove his cock
deeper into my throat.

"Take it easy, Potts," Frank said. "You want to enjoy that ass of his, not
rip him a new one."

"It's the same thing with this fat cock of mine," George chuckled as he
shoved more butter into me. "But you like it, don't you, Mikey." I moaned
my agreement around Frank's thrusting cock, and George continued prepping
my ass.

"Damn, you gonna shove a whole pound of butter up his butt?" Frank laughed.

"No, I think that's enough," George replied as he wiped his greasy fingers
on my ass and wasted no time in pressing his fat cock between my buns.

"I think I'll take a break," Frank said, slowly pulling his cock out of my
mouth. "I don't want him accidentally biting off my dick when you shove
that thing of yours into him."

"Good idea," George chuckled. "Ready, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said, repositioning myself on all fours. I looked around to
see George getting on his knees and lining his fat cock up with my ass. I
clenched my butt muscles tightly and then released all of them when I felt
George press forward. There was still some resistance given a cock that
fat, but it didn't take long for the head to pop into my buttered
hole. "FUCK!" I shouted.

"You can take it," George growled as he continued to fill me.

"I know I can," I replied. "It's always just a surprise how big that fucker
feels when it first goes in, especially with butter instead of good lube.

"Stop being a pussy," George laughed.

"I thought that's what you wanted," I laughed. "No, you want ass, not
pussy, don't you."

"Damn right, boy," George growled. "If I wanted to fuck a pussy, I'd fuck
my wife. What I want it to fuck a man's ass. Your ass!"

"It's all yours," I groaned as he buried his meat deeper into me and my ass
grew used to the invasion.

"Fuck yeah," George moaned as I finally felt his thighs pressing against
the back of my legs.

"You ready to take me again?" Frank asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

Frank got on his knees and started feeding me his cock again. "Oh yeah,
that's it," Frank sighed as he got back into the rhythm of fucking his cock
into my mouth and down my throat.

"Okay, time to spit-roast this little piggy," George growled as he started
to pull his cock out of my ass. Without any warning, he grabbed my hips
firmly and slammed his dick back into me.

I let out a mixture of a moan and a groan. The penetration shoved me
forward even farther onto Frank's cock. I quickly grabbed Frank's thighs to
regain my balance.

"I'm with you, buddy," Frank said, gripping my head tightly. "Let's roast
this piggy."

I braced myself to be shoved back and forth when they took turns fucking
into me. Imagine my surprise when, instead, they both slammed their dicks
into me at the same time at opposite ends. They both pulled out together
and slammed back in together. It was like being clamped in a vice or
something, and I loved it. It felt perfectly balanced and natural.

Because of the balanced thrusting, I could just relax and let Frank and
George do all the work. Filling me with cock. Stuffing me. Pounding
me. Spit-roasting me. I was moaning every time they slammed into me. They
were huffing and puffing as they used me faster and faster.

George was the first to start grunting loudly and deeply, and I knew he
wouldn't be much longer. Frank knew it too. "FILL THAT ASS WITH CUM," Frank
yelled. "DO IT, BUDDY!"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," George panted. "Gonna fill this little piggy with
cream."

"GO FOR IT!" Frank ordered as he continued to assault my throat with his
own cock. I was hoping he was close to the edge too. I wanted to be filled
with boiling cum at both ends.

"You close?" George grunted, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"I can be," Frank confirmed, and I felt him release his hold on my head.

"Then do it," George ordered. "Let's fill this fucker."

"Give me a second," Frank grunted. I felt his hand against my chin and knew
that he was grabbing his balls. His knuckles scraped my chin as he tugged
on his balls again and again. I heard him groan with each tug.

"Yeah, play with your nipples," George growled, and I knew where Frank's
other hand had gone.

"Oh fuck," Frank grunted as he tugged on his balls, twisted his nipple, and
continued to feed me his cock. "I'm almost there."

"About time," George grunted. "LET'S DO THIS!"

I moaned with pleasure as George and Frank both sped up their fucking and
continued to stuff me simultaneously. Faster and faster and faster.

"I CAN"T HOLD BACK!" George finally bellowed.

"GO FOR IT!" Frank replied.

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" George groaned.

"ME TOO!" Frank yelled.

The two slammed their cocks into me one final time and froze. I nearly
passed out from the ecstasy I was experiencing.

"NOW!" George and Frank hollered simultaneously, and I felt their cocks
begin to swell in me. Pulsing. Throbbing. Unloading cum.

"OH YEAH," moaned Frank.

"FUCK YEAH," growled George.

I could feel them both trembling as they unloaded inside me. I slapped
Frank's thighs to get him to back off. I needed to breathe, but I also
wanted to taste his cum. Frank understood and pulled his hips back, which
slid the head of his cock out of my throat and into my mouth. I could feel
and taste his cum oozing out of his cock and onto my tongue. I gulped as
quickly as I could and tried to suck more out of him.

"This is one hungry boy," Frank laughed.

"And one tight ass," replied George as he suddenly rested his weight on my
hips.

"I think we can mark this job completed to the owner's satisfaction," Frank
said.

"I think so too," George agreed as he slowly pulled his dick out of my ass.

Frank pulled his slab of meat out of my mouth in spite of my attempts to
continue sucking him. "Thanks, Mikey," he said as he stepped back, stuffed
his softening cock into his pants and zipped up.

"Yeah, thanks, Mikey," George grunted as he grabbed some paper towels and
started to wipe off his cock.

"Thank you, guys," I managed to say when I finally caught my breath and sat
back on the floor. "I'll definitely tell Tommy the job was completed to
full satisfaction."

"Not quite full," Frank said with a laugh as he nodded at my still-hard,
unspent cock.

"I'll take care of that later," I said.

"Or his dad will," George laughed, finally putting his own cock away.

"I wish," I admitted as I managed to stand up and pull my bathrobe back
on. "Is there anything in particular that I actually need to check here on
Tommy's behalf?"

"No," George replied.

"He actually approved it last night," Frank admitted. "We just stopped by
to get your final approval too."

"You fuckers!" I laughed.

"That was the idea," George said. "Come on, Frank, we'd better get on to
that new job across town. That son of theirs looks promising. You've been
great, kid."

"Thanks. Come back any time," I replied.

Frank gave me a wink that said it wouldn't be long at all before he was
back, and then the two left.

I looked around to make sure there were no signs of sex to surprise Tommy's
wife when she and Tommy returned after the weekend. George had tossed his
paper towels in the trash after wiping up. I retrieved them and wiped some
of the butter and leaking cum from my ass, and then I wadded the paper
towels up tightly and stuffed them in my bathrobe pocket.

*****

I locked Tommy's front door and then turned toward my own house only to
discover my dad standing beside his car and staring at me. He looked away
and I followed his sightline to see the Henderson Plumbing and Potts
Construction vans backing out of Tommy's driveway.

"Tommy needed me to sign off on the kitchen remodel for him," I said as I
approached my dad. I was careful to keep my head turn away enough that I
wasn't breathing cum-breath in his direction. There wasn't much else I
could do about any other sex smells I might have been giving off.

"You gonna stay in your bathrobe all day?" he asked as I opened the door to
my own house.

"Probably not," I muttered as I entered the house and immediately headed
off to my bedroom.

*****

I dropped my bathrobe on my bed and headed into the bathroom for another
quick shower. I managed to resist the urge to jack out another load and
just settled for cleaning up my ass instead. Later, I was standing naked at
the sink and brushing my teeth when the bathroom door suddenly opened and
Dad was standing there.

"Figured I might as well wash your sheets," he said.

"Uh, okay," I replied trying to adjust my stance to minimize his view of my
crotch. Fortunately, I was at a rare moment when I was soft, so there
wasn't much to see anyway.

"Anything in here you need me to wash?" Dad asked.

"Just the towels, and I'm still using them," I replied.

"Good enough," he said casually and closed the door.

I went back to brushing my teeth, but I was completely aware of my
hardening cock. I couldn't remember my dad ever seeing me naked, certainly
not as a grown adult. Without really thinking about it, I started stroking
my shaft with my free hand as I brushed my teeth with the other.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Dad asked, "Are you certain...?" I
froze like a deer caught in headlights. There was no hiding my hard cock or
what I was doing with it. "Whoops, sorry, Son. As you were," he laughed as
he closed the door.

Of course, the shock and surprise took their toll, and my cock went limp
faster than it ever had. I rinsed out my mouth, wrapped a wet towel around
my waist, and walked into the bedroom. The first thing I noticed was that
the bed had been stripped but also that my bathrobe was missing...with the
"clean-up" paper towels in the pocket.

I clutched the towel tightly so it wouldn't fall off, and then I rushed off
to get the bathrobe from Dad before he discovered the pocket contents.

*****

Dad was just starting the washing machine when I dashed into the laundry
room. He looked at me and laughed. "First, he wanders all over in his
bathrobe all day, and then he runs around in a towel. Don't you have any
clothes, Son?"

"Yeah," I said, catching my breath. "But did you do something with my
bathrobe?"

"It's in there," he replied, pointing at the running machine. "There was
room for it with the sheets."

"Oh," I said with a dumb look on my face. I couldn't decide whether to ask
about the paper towels in the pocket or just ignore it and let them run
through the wash if he left them in the bathrobe. Dad solved my dilemma.

"I threw the paper towels in the pocket of your bathrobe away. I hope that
was okay."

"Yeah, I just hadn't had a chance."

"Did you run out of toilet paper?"

"Uh, yeah, and I didn't want to flush paper towels."

"Smart boy, or you would have had to get that plumber back for sure."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, Dad, you really need to just go
relax. There's no need for you to do all this work."

"I'm just helping out."

"I know but it's getting a bit... Well,... And can you start knocking from
time to time?"

"Like I didn't know you were jacking off when you were spending all that
time in the bathroom at home," he laughed.

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay. It's your house. Your rules. Sorry."

"Dad, I didn't--"

"No, you're right. I'm being too pushy and nosy."

"It's good to have you here," I assured him.

"Thanks, Son," he replied and grabbed me into a bear hug. We patted each
other's back a few times and then we separated. "I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad," I said more out of reflex than anything else.

"Now that that's settled," he laughed, "go get dressed!"

"Good idea," I replied and walked passed him.

"And don't take all day!" he said, giving me a hard swat on the ass.

My cock throbbed and I caught my breath. Damn, I thought, you're making
this hard, Dad, and I don't just mean my cock. Fortunately, I was already
past him, so he couldn't see the growing tent in my towel.

*****

The rest of that Saturday went pretty smoothly. Dad and I went out to have
a late lunch and see a movie. We then went home, had dinner, and watched
some television. And the best part was that I managed to quit thinking
about having sex with Dad, well, except for the occasional lapse.

"I think it's time to call it another day," Dad finally said at the end of
some lame cop drama.

"Yeah, I'm dead tired. I can barely keep my eyes open," I replied. "You go
on up, and I'll clean up here before turning in."

"You sure, Son?"

"Definitely."

Dad shrugged his acquiescence and headed to bed. I grabbed our empty
glasses and took them to the kitchen to wash up along with the dinner
dishes.

"Umm, Son..."

"Yeah?" I said, turning from the sink to see Dad standing in the kitchen
doorway with a sheepish look on his face.

"Looks like we're gonna have to share the guest room tonight, unless you
have more sheets."

"Why?"

"Well, I dried the guest room sheets but forgot to dry the master sheets."

"Dad!"

"Sorry, Son."

"Okay, no problem. I'll just grab my pajamas and join you in the guest room
after I finish these dishes."

"Ummm, I washed your pajamas with the sheets," he admitted, looking
embarrassed.

I thought of the drawer that was full of other pajamas and turned back to
the sink to hide my hardening cock. I even thought of the drawer that was
filled with underwear and sweats and other pajama alternates. "Well," I
finally said, "I guess you're not going to be the only one going au
naturale tonight."

"I guess you're not such a prude after all," Dad chuckled. "See you in a
bit."

"I'm almost done here," I replied, and Dad left. I rubbed my hardon through
my jeans a couple times and then went back to washing the dishes.

*****

A few minutes later, I was standing outside the guest room door. I took
several deep breathes to maintain my calm and used all my will-power to
maintain my soft cock. The latter was more difficult than the former, but
when I managed to do both, I finally entered the room.

I nearly lost my composure when I saw Dad lying on the bed. He had his
hands clasped behind his head, showing off his furry chest and his hairy
pits. His very slight potbelly was gently rising and falling as he
breathed. My eyes followed his treasure trail from his tummy to where his
pubes peaked over the top of the sheet that covered his lower half. Well,
his lower half was covered, but I could still make out the outline of his
cock resting on his thigh.

"Not as big as the master bed," Dad observed, breaking my short trance.

"No," I agreed shortly as I crossed to the empty side of the bed.

"At least it's not a twin," Dad laughed. "We'd about have to sleep on top
of each other in one of those."

"Uh, yeah," I laughed nervously as I turned my back to the bed. I undid my
shirt and dropped it on the floor. I then undid my jeans and shoved them
and my underwear down over my thighs. I tried not to think of the view my
dad was getting of my ass as I bent over to push the jeans and underwear
all the way to the floor so I could step out of them.

"Looks like someone's been going to the gym," Dad observed.

"Uh, yeah, but not regularly," I replied as I quickly sat on the edge of
the bed, grabbed the sheet, and slipped under it. Out of necessity, I
stayed on my side facing away from Dad. By that point, my cock was so hard,
I could have used it for a kickstand. "Good night, Dad," I said, reaching
over and turning off the light on my side of the bed.

"Good night, Son," Dad replied and then gave me a gentle double-pat on my
ass. Even with the sheet between his hand and my flesh, it was a shock and
made my cock pulse and start leaking precum. My eyes rolled back in my head
just before Dad turned out the lights on his side of the bed.

Dad shifted around to get comfortable, and then he finally settled down. He
coughed a couple times, but then his breathing gradually slowed down as he
slipped into his nighttime slumber with a barely perceptible snoring
sound. I waited a few minutes, and then I slipped my hand under the
sheet. I stroked my cock a few times, and then I gathered up what precum I
could feel. As quietly as possible, I brought my hand up to my face and
licked it clean, wishing it was Dad's precum that I was tasting, or better,
his thick cum right from the source.

My cock began flexing uncontrollably at that point, and it took me several
minutes to pull myself together. It was several more minutes after that
before I managed to fall asleep.

*****

In the middle of the night, I woke up again to find Dad spooned behind me
with his arm draped over my side and his warm paw resting on my stomach. I
could also feel his hard dick pressed against my ass cheeks, and this time
there was no pajama fabric separating his rigid flesh from my tender butt.

As I remained motionless, I could feel Dad's meat slowly inching up and
down along my crack. He nestled his bristly cheek against the back of my
neck, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. His fingers slowly
started tracing circles on my stomach. My jaw dropped open in a silent
scream of pleasure.

I tried not to let my body tense up, which was exactly what it wanted to
do. My toes curled and my fists clenched in response to the feeling of
Dad's dick pressing harder against me as it slid across my flesh. I could
even feel wetness leaking into my crack. Dad's precum leaking from his dick
and onto me. Dad's nectar. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Dad's circling hand finally slid from my stomach to my hip and gently
rolled me forward just a little bit. I again tried to remain as loose as
possible to see what was going to happen. Well, what happened was that the
slight adjustment allowed Dad's cock to slide between my butt cheeks on the
next stroke instead of just gliding along my crack.

I held my breath. I knew it would be an obvious warning if Dad was awake,
but it was a matter of holding my breath or letting go with a loud groan of
anticipation. I felt Dad's cock head slide forward and find my butt hole. I
tried to relax my pucker, knowing it would be a difficult entry without any
lube at all. But I thought I could stand anything if it meant having my own
Dad's dick working its way into me.

Dad grunted, and I felt his mushroom trying to enter me. My butt was too
tight, though, and his dick couldn't gain access no matter how much I tried
to relax my hole. Instead, Dad's rod finally slipped forward across my
taint and on toward my balls. Dad moaned and released my hip to let me roll
back into my original position but with Dad's cock firmly trapped between
my thighs. I could feel the head pressing against my balls.

After releasing my hip, Dad slid his hand back onto my stomach and held me
firmly in place as he spooned even tighter against my back. I could feel
his hairy chest on my back and his pubes pressed against my butt
cheeks. Dad again rubbed his face on the back of my neck and his tongue
traced the ridges on my spine. I silently exhaled for the first time in
several seconds and then started breathing again, although it was ragged at
best.

Slowly, Dad began sliding his dick back and forth between my thighs. I
could feel his precum lubing my skin and letting him glide smoothly across
my flesh. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Dad
emitted soft sighs of pleasure, but otherwise, his breathing was as steady
as his fucking. It was like he was just rocking back and forth in his
sleep.

I desperately wanted to jack off, but I was afraid that any movement on my
part would wake Dad up if he was really asleep or would embarrass him if he
was awake but thought I was asleep. I just let him continue gently fucking
my thighs. I loved it. I wished he was fucking my asshole, but sliding his
daddy dick between my thighs was the next best thing at that point.

Suddenly, Dad's hand became firmer on my stomach and he pressed his dick
forward to the point where his cock head was pressing against my balls. He
held that position for a moment, and then exhaled a soft "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh"
that came from the bottom of his stomach. An instant later, I could feel
Dad's dick throbbing between my thighs and my balls being coated in jets of
Dad's cum.

Warm, sticky, daddy cum. The real thing! A shiver of pleasure ran through
my body, and before I knew it, my own cock started spitting its seed out
onto the sheets. I tried not to moan or groan. I couldn't even manage to
duplicate Dad's satisfied "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh." Instead, I opened my mouth in
another silent scream as my cock continued to pulse and flex and shoot
cum. Shot after shot to empty my cum-covered balls.

I waited for some sign from Dad, but he remained silent and motionless. I
finally managed to relax again and return to a normal breathing rate. Dad
continued to rest his hand on my stomach, and I suddenly worried that I
might have shot on his hand as my spewing cock bounced all over the
place. Feeling around to find out might have caused more problems than it
would have solved, so I just waited to see what would happen next.

Dad's cock slowly started to deflate and retract. I could feel it sliding
between my thighs, trailing cum behind it. His hips pulled back
slightly. My body shuddered when I felt the head of Dad's dick drag across
my asshole. He continued pulling out, and a slight moan of regret escaped
from my mouth when I felt Dad's meat slip completely out from between my
thighs. Dad's hand relaxed and trailed over my side as he apparently rolled
over onto his back.

After only a short time, Dad started to emit a soft snoring sound again. It
was definitely the sound of a contented sleeper. Only then did I risk
reaching down and gathering Dad's cum from my balls, what hadn't already
trickled down the front of my thighs. I brought my hand to my nose and
sniffed the pungent aroma of Dad juices. The smell made my own cock twitch,
and then I opened my mouth to suck quietly on my fingers.

The tart fluid tasted even better than it had when I sucked my little
brothers out of my pajamas yesterday morning. I stealthily went in search
of more daddy juice and quickly devoured it when I found it. When my balls
and thighs could no longer produce any more traces of Dad's cum, I started
trying to wipe up any of my own cum that hadn't already soaked into the
sheets. My cum tasted sweeter than Dad's cum, but it didn't provide the
same thrill that eating Dad's seed did.

I don't know how long it took for me to slip back into dreamland, but I did
it eventually. And once there, I dreamed that I was on my back with my legs
in the air and Dad was actually fucking that cock of his into my asshole
while he was looking me in the eye and grinning.

*****

The guest room is on the eastern side of the house, so the sun was an early
intruder. I groaned when the bright light woke me, and I rolled over with
my pillow on top of my head.

I tried to go back to sleep, but the memories of the previous night's
activities slipped back into my brain, and I was suddenly wide awake. I
felt the stiff sheets to confirm that I had shot a load on them. I felt
between my legs and found traces of Dad's dried cum. At least that part of
the night had not been a dream.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and then grabbed my dirty clothes from the
floor. I struggled into them, and then, wiping the sleep from my eyes, I
wandered out of the guest room.

*****

Dad was busy making breakfast again when I entered the kitchen. He was even
whistling some sort of cheery tune. "Morning, sleepy head," he said when he
noticed me.

"Morning," I grumbled, pouring myself a cup of the coffee he had already
brewed.

"Didn't you sleep well?" he asked casually.

"Just not used to that bed, I guess."

"Well," Dad replied, "I slept like a log again. I guess this house agrees
with me."

"I'm glad," I said, picking up a fat, juicy sausage from a plate by the
stove. As Dad continued chattering on with no indication that he knew what
he'd done during the night, I casually began to suck on the sausage and
wish it was Dad's dick about to explode in my mouth.

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