Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 23:29:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Satisfying Stevie: Part 1 (gay/incest)

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SATISFYING STEVIE

PART 1

Life on the farm became pretty boring after the boys all headed off to
college. Each one of the departures meant one less father-son activity to
distract me from my miserable marriage. First, no more football or
basketball games after Franky moved out. Then, no more plays and movies
with Stevie after he left. And finally, no more rock music and pot with
Jamie after he joined his brothers at college.

Of course, with the boys all out of the house, my wife finally decided it
was time for her to go too, which only mattered to me because it meant no
more sex for me. Well, not no more sex at all, just a different kind that
featured my own right hand most of the time. I started jacking off more
than I had when I was a teenager and had just discovered the wonders of
one-handed self-abuse.

There weren't many evenings where I couldn't be found stretched out naked
on the sofa with the remote in one hand, my cock in the other, and a porn
video playing on the television. It was liberating. My wife had always
hated having porn in the house; she thought it would set a bad example for
the boys if they happened to stumble across it. She didn't buy my argument
that they might learn something by doing a little porn research now and
then. After she left, I quickly built up an impressive collection of print
and video material that helped to get me off whenever I needed it.

Late one night, I was on the sofa as usual. I was slowly stroking my hard
cock as the guy in the porn video was fucking his cock between the woman's
huge pair of tits. I casually ran my hand through the forest of hair on my
broad chest and began to twist my nipple. I loved my hairy body, even my
slightly rounded hairy belly, so I was glad to be able to enjoy it
again. My wife had always complained about my fur and my belly. She'd
wanted me to shave and wax and work out and whatever else she could think
of, but I'd never given in to her demands. She wasn't happy that her sons
had inherited my hairy gene, but I was proud of my sons' development and
always made it clear to them that a hairy body was a source of pride, not
shame.

Shit! I suddenly realized that I'd closed my eyes and had continued
stroking my cock as I thought about my sons' young, hairy bodies. I'd never
done that before in my life! I quickly grabbed the remote and turned up the
volume to drown out my thoughts with the sound of the guy talking dirty to
the woman as he fucked his cock between her tits. That did the trick. It
didn't take me long to begin imagining that it was my cock pumping between
those tits, and I was really enjoying it.

I tightened the grip on my cock and began to stroke it more firmly. With my
other hand, I tugged on my fat, hairy balls as the stud's grunts and groans
began to grow in urgency. I let myself go and began to grunt and groan
right along with him. I imagined that it was my fat cock about to blow my
load of hot cum all over the woman's face.

As my raging cock reached the edge and was ready to spew forth a flood of
cum, my cell phone dinged. Slightly annoyed at the interruption, I looked
down at the coffee table and saw that I had a new text from my middle son,
Stevie. I released my balls and loosened my other hand's grip on my cock. I
even slowed the stroking motion a bit without stopping completely; I wasn't
about to bring everything to a full stop now. I grabbed the phone with my
free hand and flicked the screen. Stevie's text appeared: "I can't wait to
eat your cum!"

My brain went into an immediate state of shock and confusion just as the
stud bellowed, "I'm cumming!" I looked up at the screen and saw the guy's
cum shooting all over the woman, giving her a full, thick facial. I groaned
and started shooting my own load onto my hairy chest and belly as my eyes
fell back on my son's text before returning to the screen. For a brief
flash, the porn video was replaced with a mental image of me straddling
Stevie and shooting my cum all over his eager face. "Oh shit," I groaned as
another load of cum shot even more energetically out of my cock to help
coat my hairy chest. "What the fuck was that about?!" I asked myself out
loud as my body began to relax and the video moved on to the beginning of
another sex scene.

Suddenly, the phone in my hand began to ring, and I saw that the call was
from Stevie. I took a deep breath to calm myself as I hit the mute button
on the porn. "Hey, Son," I said as casually and as cheerfully as I
could. "What's up?"

"Um, I'm just calling, Dad, because..." Silence.

"Yes?" I asked, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, um, I meant to send a text to Arthur, and um, well, I hit your
number by accident," he finally managed.

Everything quickly fell into place as I realized that Stevie's text about
eating cum was intended for his boyfriend. Yes, Stevie is gay. He came out
to me a couple years earlier. In spite of my wife's objections, I had
always been open with my boys about sex, so Stevie felt completely
comfortable telling me about his sexuality when he was ready to come
out. The same didn't go for his mother; she was still in the dark as far as
that bit of information was concerned.

When I finally managed to stop laughing, I said, "I have to admit that it
had me wondering for a second there, Son."

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed," Stevie said, and it really sounded like he
was as embarrassed as he claimed.

"Don't give it another thought," I said as I casually began rubbing the cum
around my chest and matting down the hair. "Those things happen."

"Well, it's not every day that I tell my dad I want to eat his cum," Stevie
laughed nervously.

"Mmmmm," I sighed as I licked my fingers clean. "You could do worse," I
added with a laugh.

"Dad!" Stevie said with obvious shock.

"Well, it is pretty tasty if I do say so myself," I pressed with a laugh.

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed," Stevie repeated.

"It could have been worse."

"How?"

"You could have sent that text to your mother," I laughed. "She probably
would have been a lot more surprised than I was."

"Oh god, that would have been a disaster," Stevie groaned, realizing how
close he had come to outing himself to his mother in a very graphic way.

"Better be more careful about you're sexting targets in the future, Son," I
said.

"Sexting?" Stevie laughed. "What do you know about sexting?"

"Your old man isn't quite as out of things as you think," I said
cheerfully, finding myself casually stroking my semihard cock as I
continued to talk to my middle son.

"I never said you were," Stevie said defensively.

"I know, Son. Say, I was thinking about coming up for a visit this
weekend."

"That would be great," Stevie replied eagerly.

"You think it would be okay with Franky and Jamie?"

"I'm not sure what their plans are, but I doubt if they'll object, as long
as you don't mind sleeping on the sofa."

"It wouldn't be the first time I've slept on a sofa," I said, thinking
about all the times my wife hadn't wanted to share a bed with my hairy
body.

"Well, then, come on up," Stevie said. "We'll see you Friday evening."

"Looking forward to it, Son. See you then," I said as I switched off the
phone. "Mmmmm," I sighed as I picked up more of my cum and licked it off my
fingers. My eyes traveled back to the television, where a woman was getting
spit-roasted by two guys. I turned the sound up, relaxed back onto the
sofa, and began stroking my cock again in earnest. On a good night, I could
go at least two rounds, and I was determined to make it a good
night. "Yeah, fuck that pussy," I groaned as the picture switched to a
close-up of the cock sliding in and out of the woman's hole.

I relaxed and closed my eyes to imagine that I was pumping my cock into a
tight pussy instead of my sweaty fist. I ran my free hand through the hair
on my chest. A low moan escaped my lips as I gripped a nipple and twisted
it hard. I loved having my nipples played with, but my wife had been
shocked the first time I tried to get her to do it, so it became just a
jerk-off thing. It worked too. When I twisted my nipples, waves of pleasure
flooded through my body, and this time was no exception. I groaned and
began thrusting my raging cock more violently through my fist.

"Oh fuck yeah," I groaned when I opened my eyes for a second and saw a
close-up of BOTH cocks being fucked into the woman's pussy. The two wet
cocks slid along together, glistened in the bright lights. "Fill that
pussy," I muttered. I closed my eyes and began jacking my cock
frantically. "Gonna cum. Gonna shoot. Oh fuck!" I muttered a string of
comments that would have shocked the wife, but they worked for me. My hairy
balls slapped against my thighs as my fist continued to fly up and down my
dripping cock. "It's gonna be a big load, bitch!" I predicted as I pictured
myself fucking the woman in the movie.

Suddenly, the woman in my vision looked between her legs and said, "Give it
to me, Daddy."

"Oh you're gonna get it," I grunted.

But in that moment, the woman's face changed to Stevie's face, and he said,
"I can't wait to eat your cum."

"FUCK!" I bellowed as my eyes flew open and my cock began to shoot rope
after rope after rope of hot cum all over my hairy body. I was shocked that
Stevie had popped into my fantasy but even more shocked that the resulting
load had been bigger and more powerful than the earlier one. "Fuck, that's
sick," I told myself between panting breaths.

My phone dinged again, and I saw it was another text from Stevie. I swiped
the screen and read: "Really looking forward to having you this weekend,
Dad!" My mind was reeling from what had just happened when I was cumming,
but there was no denying that my cock jumped with unexpected anticipation
when I read that text.

I eventually managed to put Stevie out of my mind and focus my attention on
the television screen again. The woman was sucking both cocks at once, and
from the grunts and groans, it wasn't going to be long before the men shot
their loads all over her eager face. I took my hardening cock in my hand
again and began jacking it firmly as I used the other hand to spread the
old cum all over my hairy body. I didn't have anything more pressing to do,
so I figured I might as well make it a very good night and go for a third
load.

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Hope you enjoyed the beginning of this new adventure. Let me know what you
think, and always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that
thing has been! ;)

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