Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 20:56:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Satisfying Stevie: Part 5 (gay/incest)

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SATISFYING STEVIE

PART 5

"I can definitely see where my son Stevie learned to suck cock," I laughed
as I sat back against my headboard and looked down at Robert White lying
between my hairy thighs and sucking on my fat dick. His technique was
almost stroke for stroke and lick for lick the same as what Stevie had done
to me the night before.

"Yeah, Robert's not bad," chuckled his older brother, Ben, who was sitting
in the chair by the window with a beer in one hand and his own hard cock in
the other. "Neither's Stevie, if you don't mind me saying so."

"The truth is the truth," I conceded. "Oh, that's it, Robert. Yeah, your
throat feels so fucking amazing on my cock. If you're not careful, you're
gonna get another load of my cum soon."

"Mmmmm," Robert moaned and redoubled his efforts. I could feel his saliva
running down my shaft and over my hairy balls, which tingled with the
sensation.

"Work my balls, Robert," I ordered, wanting even more stimulation.

Robert quickly obliged and started squeezing my balls with his free hand,
giving them an occasional gentle tug as well. I groaned my approval as
Robert's saliva quickly covered his hand and matted down the hair on my
balls.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously when I felt Robert's fingers
concentrating on the underside of my ballsac and working their way back
from there. Robert didn't hesitate; he kept working his fingers back
farther and farther until I suddenly felt his middle finger slide across my
asshole. "Oh fuck," I moaned.

"Told you he was good," Ben said as he took a swig of beer and continued to
stroke his own cock. "Relax and let him do his job."

I leaned my head back against the headboard, closed my eyes, and raised my
ass slightly to give Robert more freedom. He didn't waste the
opportunity. Almost immediately, I felt his middle finger working its way
into my asshole. "Oh yeah," I moaned involuntarily as I willed him to
explore deeper inside me.

"I think he likes it, Little Brother," Ben observed.

"Yeah, yeah, don't stop now," I agreed, and Robert inserted another finger
into me, after which, he began to finger-fuck my ass in the same rhythm as
he was bobbing his mouth up and down on my rigid cock. I began to roll my
head from side to side and my speech turned into unintelligible moans and
groans of pleasure and encouragement.

"Sounds like he's about to blow, Robert," Ben chuckled.

"Oh god, yes," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum, Robert. I'm gonna cum." I intended
the statement as a warning, but Robert just took it as a promise and began
working my cock and ass with even greater concentration. "OH FUCK, IF YOU
WANNA EAT MY CUM, KEEP GOING! I'M CUMMING, SON!" I finally roared as my
balls began to empty their juice through my dick and into Robert's hungry
throat.

Robert pulled back slightly to let more of my cum shoot in his mouth
instead of his throat, but I couldn't help grabbing his head and shoving
him back down on my cock. I just had to have my cock buried as deep into
his throat as I could, and fortunately, he was able to take it.

After a while, I finally let out a satisfied groan and released my hold on
Robert's head. He slowly pulled off of my cock, licking it clean as he
went. I sighed when my dick popped out of his mouth and he swiped his
tongue across my balls to lap up some cum that had drooled out of his
mouth.

"Good to the last drop," Robert smiled as he sat back and slowly pulled his
fingers out of my ass. "Thanks, Mark."

"Any time," I laughed. "And I do mean any time. I wish I'd known I could
have been getting this kind of service all these years."

"How about me, Little Brother?" Ben asked as he stood up and walked over to
the side of the bed.

"Give it to me," Robert said, and then he moved his wide-open mouth in
front of Ben's bobbing cock.

"That's what I like to see," Ben said as he increased the pace of his
stroking.

I watched with fascination as Ben worked his own cock, and his balls
slapped rhythmically against his muscular thighs. "That's it," I said
softly. "Feed it to him, Ben."

"FUCK YEAH!" Ben moaned as he slammed his fist to the base of his cock, and
thick, creamy cum began to rocket out of his dick and splatter all over
Robert's face. A few blasts managed to find their target and fly straight
into Robert's mouth, but most of it just formed a cum facial that streaked
Robert's face from his forehead to his chin.

When Ben's cum shots became less frequent and less powerful, Robert finally
reached out, grabbed Ben's balls, and pulled his brother forward. I smiled
as Robert swallowed Ben's cock to suck out the remaining man seed.

"Thanks, Robert," Ben said casually when he finally pulled his spent cock
out of his brother's mouth, slumped back in the chair again, and took
another swig of beer.

"Thank you," Robert laughed as he began to wipe the cum off of his face and
push it into his mouth. "Delicious as always." Robert stretched out and
said, "Damn, this is a big bed."

"King sized," I confirmed.

"Big enough to sleep at least six," Ben laughed.

"Never tried it," I replied. "Two's the most it's ever had."

"Three," laughed Ben as he jumped on the bed and stretched out beside
Robert. Ben propped his head up with one hand, and with the other, he
casually reached out and started stroking Robert's hard dick.

"I still can't believe you two are so casual about incest," I
said. "It's..."

"Hot?" Robert asked with a grin as he swallowed more of his brother's cum.

"Well, yeah," I admitted with a loud laugh.

"You gotta think of it as just another sex outlet," Ben observed. "A very
convenient outlet. The fact that my brother is willing to take care of my
sexual needs just makes us even closer."

"And while I'm satisfying his needs," Robert said, "he's satisfying
mine. Win, win."

"And your dad?" I asked, nervously.

"Same thing," Robert insisted. "I loved the extra time I got to spend with
my dad. I enjoyed what we were doing... a lot!"

"I wish I could have," Ben said with an air of genuine sadness that he had
missed out on something important.

"And you think... You think Stevie really wants.... You know... That kind
of relationship with me?" I finally asked.

"No question about it," Robert confirmed as he finished eating Ben's cum
and laid back on the bed. "He wants you so bad. He just doesn't want to
risk losing you if you're disgusted by the idea."

"He would never lose me!" I objected.

"Well, then," Ben said, "you should talk to him. Let him know that you're
okay with it. With his desire. Whether you want him to do anything about it
again is up to you, too. But you should put him out of his misery, one way
or the other."

"I'll think about it," I said, still not sure what I wanted to do. Saying
you're okay with other guys having incest sex is a whole different thing
from saying you're okay with getting involved in incest sex yourself.

"What's that?" Robert asked, suddenly sitting up.

"A car door?" Ben offered.

I jumped out of bed and rushed to the window. "IT'S THE BOYS!" I yelled
when I saw Franky, Stevie, and Jamie getting their bags out of the car
trunk and heading toward the house.

"SHIT!" Ben and Robert cried together as they quickly jumped up and rushed
out of my bedroom.

I grabbed a pair of blue plaid flannel pajamas out of the dresser and
struggled into them as I rushed into the hallway. I looked over my shoulder
to see Ben and Robert disappearing separately into two of the guest rooms.

*****

I finished buttoning my pajama top as I reached the bottom of the stairs
and the boys came tumbling through the front door.

"Hey, Dad!" Jamie called. "In bed already?"

"Long day," I replied. "What are you all doing here? Not that I'm not glad
to see you."

"We didn't want you to miss out on an all-male weekend just because you had
chores to do," Franky replied. "We decided to come home, help you out, and
spend all day tomorrow with you."

"You didn't have to do that," I replied. "But I'm glad you did."

"You don't mind, do you?" Stevie asked.

"Mind? Don't be silly," I said, grabbing Stevie in a headlock and giving
him a nuggie. "I'm always glad to see my boys."

"Great," Franky said. "What do you have to eat? I'm starving."

"Help yourself to whatever's in the refrigerator," I said, "but there's a
slight sleeping problem. We worked so late that Ben and Robert decided to
sleep over. The only beds left are the bunkbeds.

"Top!" Franky called out.

"Bottom!" Jamie called out.

"Learn something new every day," I laughed, shocked at myself, but starting
to enjoy this new sexual freedom that I was discovering.

"I guess that means I get the sofa," Stevie said as I released him from the
headlock. "Great."

"You'll survive," Franky said as he headed off to the kitchen.

"Just don't go having a wet dream all over the cushions," Jamie laughed as
he followed Franky into the kitchen.

"You're a walking wet dream!" Stevie called.

"Thanks. I know!" Jamie called back over his shoulder.

"That's not what I meant!" Stevie objected, but Jamie had already
disappeared.

"Well, you boys know where the sheets and blankets and towels are," I
said. "So, I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, good night, Dad."

"Good night, Stevie," I replied and headed up the stairs.

*****

I tossed and turned in bed in the dark for a long time. I was too keyed up
to sleep, but any further fun with Ben and Robert was out of the
question. I heard Franky and Jamie finally come upstairs. The room with the
bunkbeds was next to mine, but I didn't hear anything through the wall. In
fact, I thought I heard some whispering from the hallway as one of the
other guest room doors was opened and then closed. Silence. I couldn't help
grinning and shaking my head as I wondered if Robert had enough energy left
to take on my two boys. If my interpretation of the extended silence was
correct, I guessed he was giving it a try.

About a half hour later, I heard a door open and close, followed by another
door opening and closing. That was when I finally heard rumbling
conversations in the bunkbed room. I couldn't make out what they were
saying, but after that amount of time, I figured that Robert had been
successful and Franky and Jamie were sexually satisfied and going to bed.

*****

I still couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned some more. Tried to get
comfortable. Tried again. Just when I was thinking about getting up and
going to get some water, there was a soft knocking on my bedroom door. I
froze as the doorknob turned and the door slowly opened.

"Dad?" Stevie whispered.

I hesitated, but then figured I'd better say something before Stevie
decided to give me another blowjob while I was "asleep." I tried to make it
sound like I was waking up when I said simply, "Yes? What is it?"

"Ummm, can I sleep with you?"

"What?" I asked, turning the bedside lamp on low and just barely managing
to make it sound like I wasn't fully awake.

"I can't get comfortable on the sofa," Stevie said, and he sounded nervous.

"And here's me in this huge king-sized bed," I said, trying to break the
tension.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well," I finally agreed, "as long as you don't kick in your sleep or steal
the blankets."

"I don't think I do either," Stevie said with a smile in his voice.

"Then hop in, so I can get back to sleep," I said, before rolling over on
my side away from Stevie. I felt Stevie climbing into bed and shifting
around to get comfortable. "Are you gonna keep that up all night?" I joked.

"Sorry," Stevie said before coming to a full rest.

"That's better," I said. "Good night." I had to force myself to try to
relax and breath normally.

"Night," Stevie said softly, and then he turned off the bedside lamp.

The more I tried to get myself to go to sleep, the wider awake I
became. After what could have been fifteen minutes or an hour, I felt
Stevie shifting and moving closer to me. I felt Stevie's breath on the back
of my neck as he snuggled up behind me and ran his hand down along my arm
before twining his fingers in mine. "Dad?" he asked softly.

I hesitated again but finally said softly, "Yes?"

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I couldn't sleep."

"Why?" Stevie asked.

I paused and then replied, "Because I was thinking about what you did to me
last night."

I could feel Stevie tense up immediately. He tried to pull his hand away
from mine, but I wouldn't let go. I pulled his arm across my side and
tucked it under my arm. With all my shifting around trying to get to sleep,
my pajama top had come unbuttoned, so when I pulled Stevie's hand to me,
the back of his hand was nestled in the hair on my chest. Stevie inhaled
quickly, and when he finally let it out, it was a shuddering exhale.

"You know I love you, Son," I finally said, "and there's nothing I want
more in this world than for my boys to be happy. You know that, right?"

"Yes," Stevie replied almost inaudibly.

"Do you think it was right for you to do what you did without talking about
it with me first?"

"No, Sir," Stevie replied again, but this time, it was accompanied by a sob
as he pressed his face against my back. I reached out and turned on the
lamp on my side of the bed, and then I quickly flipped over to face Stevie
and hug him to me. I began to panic as that action just caused him to sob
harder and cry his tears onto my hairy chest.

"Son, Son, it's okay," I soothed him. "We can talk about anything. At least
I thought we could. I hope we can."

"I love you, Dad," Stevie sobbed.

"I know you do, Son, and I love you." I hesitated a moment before adding,
"And I really enjoyed what you did to me last night, Son. You're very
talented."

"Really?" Stevie asked, suddenly raising his head to look me in the eyes as
he wiped away the tears.

"Really," I laughed. "Robert taught you well."

"You don't...!" The panicked look returned to Stevie's face.

"I had a long talk with Ben and Robert when I got home. It was very
informative. They even taught me a few things."

"Dad! You don't mean you're..."

"I'm gay? No, Son, I wouldn't say that. But I'm certainly open to more
options than I was two days ago," I finished with a chuckle, which caused
the bed to shake and made us aware that we were both sporting hard cocks
inside our pajamas.

"I'm sorry I didn't get your permission before last night," Stevie said
seriously. "Do you think you would...? Could you...? I would really like to
do it again sometime."

"So would I."

"Really?" Stevie asked with surprise.

"You can take my dick's word for it," I laughed, rubbing my hard rod
against his stiff cock through the soft fabric of our pajamas. I smiled
with the recognition that his pajamas matched mine exactly.

"Tonight?" Stevie asked softly as he gently began to run his hands through
my chest hair.

"Is that what you want, Son?"

"More than anything," Stevie assured me as he lowered his head and began to
lap at my nipples.

"Oh, Son," I moaned softly as I let my body relax and Stevie pushed me over
onto my back. With his mouth still salivating all over my nipples, Stevie
rolled with me until he was on top and straddling me. I casually put one
hand behind my head and placed the other on top of Stevie's head to push
him gently down toward my throbbing cock.

Stevie eagerly slid down my body, rubbing his cheek against the soft hair
on my belly and down my treasure trail. He unbuttoned my pajama bottoms and
opened them wide enough to allow him to rub his cheek against the pubic
hair that surrounded my pulsing meat, which seemed to have a mind of its
own. A deep moan escaped through my lips when I finally felt Stevie's
tongue bathing my hairy balls.

"Are you ready to show me how much cum you have stored in these balls,
Dad?" Stevie asked coyly.

"Oh yeah, Son, and it's all yours."

"Good," Stevie replied before sucking one of my balls into his mouth and
gently swirling his tongue around all the tight hairy flesh.

"Mmmm, I love having a warm mouth on my balls, and you really know how to
work that tongue."

In response, Stevie opened his mouth wide and sucked in my other ball. I
was shocked that he could take them both, but he did. Sucking them into his
mouth. Tightening his lips around them. Gripping my thighs firmly for
balance as he worked.

"Fuck, Stevie, you really know how to make a guy feel good."

Stevie slowly slid his warm hands inside my pajama bottoms and began to
work them down over my thighs. I gently lifted my hips to allow him to pull
the bottoms down farther and farther. Finally, I said, "Just a second,
Son. Sit back." Stevie reluctantly let my balls roll out of his mouth, and
then he did as I instructed. I pulled my legs toward me so I could shove
the pajama bottoms toward my feet and then kick them off onto the floor.

Instead of letting my bare legs relax back, I wrapped my hands around my
knees and pulled them to my chest. Stevie quickly leaned in and trailed the
tip of his tongue along the hairy path from my balls to my asshole. I held
my breath as he flicked his tongue over my pink pucker, and then I suddenly
exhaled with a deep groan of pleasure. It felt even better than it had the
night before. "Yeah, Son, lick that hole."

"You like that?" Stevie paused to ask.

"Oh yeah," I admitted. "Fucking amazing."

"Good," Stevie said confidently as he tightened his grip on my
thighs. Fingers digging into my flesh as his tongue finally began to dig
into my ass."

"That's it, Son," I groaned. "Eat my ass. Eat your daddy's ass. Savor it
like I should have let you done last night."

"Mmmm," Stevie sighed as he slid his hands back up my hairy thighs until my
ass cheeks were in his palms and his thumbs were digging in to help open me
up for his tongue to dive even deeper.

"That feels amazing, Son. I'm all yours. You can do anything you want with
me."

"Damn, you have a hot ass, Dad."

"It's all yours, Stevie."

Stevie stopped and looked over my cock and balls to see my face. "Are you
sure about that?"

"Oh yeah, Son, you can eat my ass any time you want."

"Good to know," Stevie laughed, "but right now, I wanna taste your dick
again, Dad. I was so nervous last night that I didn't really get to
appreciate it."

"Then get to appreciating, Son," I laughed as I released my knees and let
my legs fall back onto the mattress on either side of Stevie.

"Just relax and let me swallow your daddy dick," Stevie said confidently as
he moved back into cocksucking position.

"Oh, yeah, Son. Show Dad what a good cocksucker he spawned."

"You've got it," Stevie muttered as he took my cock by the base and aimed
it toward his mouth. He licked his lips quickly to get them wet and then he
slide my whole fat cock down his throat in one smooth motion.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned. "That's it, Son. Oh yeah, that's right. Oh, Son, take
Daddy's cock." I gently ran my fingers through Stevie's hair as he slowly
pulled off of my cock.

My son let my cock slip out of his mouth just long enough to say, "It feels
really good to have you rubbing my head like that."

"And it feels really good to have you sucking my head like that," I laughed
as he went back down and swallowed my entire cock again. With his throat
full of my cock, Stevie began to fondle my balls.

"That's it, Stevie. Play with my balls, Son. I like it when my big hairy
balls are played with."

Stevie pulled back off my cock but continued to play with my
balls. "They're so big and perfect. A beautiful pair to play with."

"And they're full of cum just for you, anytime you want it, anywhere you
want it. Oh yeah, suck Daddy's cock, boy," I groaned as Stevie swallowed my
meat again.

For several minutes, I just groaned and sighed with satisfaction as Stevie
worked all of his tricks on my cock and balls. Finally, he let my cock slip
from his lips and gently squeezed my shaft, working from the base to the
tip, to force out a fresh load of precum. I watched in fascinated silence
as Stevie slowly licked the head of my cock like he was licking a
lollipop. "Mmmm," he groan, "you taste so good."

"Like my nectar, do you, Son? Oh yeah, all that sweet precum is just for
you, Stevie."

"Thanks, Dad," he replied as he worked more precum to the tip of my dick
and licked it off again.

"You know, Son," I said and then hesitated. "Ever since you came out to me,
I couldn't help but wonder occasionally what it was like to get fucked."

"Really, Dad?" Stevie asked, and he looked as shocked by that statement as
I felt having said it.

"Yeah, well, when I hear that someone's gay, I can't help wondering if he
takes it up the ass or just likes fucking ass."

"Well, I can't speak for everyone else, Dad," Stevie laughed, "but I like
both."

"Maybe it's about time I found out what the big deal is," I laughed
nervously.

"You wanna fuck me?" Stevie asked eagerly.

I hesitated a moment before admitting, "I want you to fuck me, Son. I want
you to be the first," I said, realizing that I really did want the full
experience. "And maybe the last," I laughed.

"Are you sure?" Stevie asked. "You don't have to do that."

"I know, Son. But if you want it, I want it. Yes, I wanna get fucked, Son,
by you. Go for it."

"Then we'd better get you ready," Stevie chuckled as he slid back down the
bed and lifted my legs again. I grabbed my knees and pulled them to my
chest. "Fuck, that's such a sexy hole, Dad."

"Then eat it, Son," I ordered him. "Eat Daddy's hairy asshole." Stevie
pulled my cheeks fully apart and shoved his face into my crack. I groaned
as he dug his tongue into my asshole. "Fuck yeah, Stevie. Dig deep. Eat my
ass, Son. Oh fuck yeah!" After making the decision that I wanted my gay son
to fuck my ass, I gave myself completely to him and to the situation.

"God, you taste and feel so good."

"That's it, Son. Tongue-fuck Daddy. Fuck, you're driving me so fucking
crazy!"

"I'm glad you like it," Stevie said proudly. "I can do it whenever you
want."

"And you definitely will, but you know what I really want right now, Son."

"What?"

"You little shit," I laughed. "I want a cock in my ass. I wanna know what
you've been feeling. I want a cock in my ass just like you've had in
yours. I want YOUR cock in my ass, Stevie. Please."

"Are you sure about this, Dad? I would be just as happy to get fucked by
you."

"Next time," I moaned. "I wanna get fucked. Now."

"Then you will be," Stevie replied as he began to work two fingers into my
ass and give me an internal massage to open me up and relax me. I could
hear him spit on his fingers and feel him working the saliva into my hole.

"Oh yeah, deeper, Stevie, deeper."

Stevie continued to use his fingers to open my ass, and then he suddenly
hacked up a HUGE wad of saliva and spit it straight into my ass. He sat
back and paused before saying, "Tell me, Dad. Tell me what you
want. Exactly what you want. I gotta hear it from you one last time."

"I want my gay son's dick fucking my hairy asshole. I need my son's dick
inside me."

"This one?" Stevie asked teasingly as he pulled his hard cock out through
the opening in the front of his pajama bottoms and slapped that big dick on
my asshole.

"Oh yeah," I groaned.

"One last thing," Stevie said, and then he removed the Prince
Albert. "Okay, here we go, Dad. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Son, so fuck my ass for me."

Stevie gently aimed his cock head at my asshole and began to press
forward. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Stevie kept pushing. I
began to breathe quickly. "Oh, yes!" Stevie groaned as his cock head
finally broke through the first barrier and popped inside me.

"Oh fuck, Son, I've never had anything like this in my ass before. It feels
so good. I'm so glad it's going to be you showing me what it's like to get
fucked."

"So am I, Dad. I've wanted you for so long, and I'm so happy to be doing
this with you."

I grunted as I felt Stevie starting to press more of his cock into me, and
then I sighed, "Oh yeah, Son. That's it. Nice and slow."

"You enjoying this, Dad?"

"Doesn't it sound like I am, Son?" I asked with a laugh.

"I just wanted you to say it."

"Yeah, I love having your dick inside me, Stevie. I want more of you. I
wanna be filled by you. My own son. Give me more. More. Please!"

"Okay, Dad. Your ass feels fucking amazing," Stevie moaned as he continued
sliding his cock deeper and deeper and deeper into my ass, until he was all
the way inside me and his pubes were pressed against my ass cheeks.

I waited for Stevie to pull out, but he just held the position. It felt
great to be filled by my own son, but as my ass got used to having a cock
in it, I wanted more. "Oh god, stop torturing me, Stevie. FUCK ME!" I
finally moaned.

"If that's what you want," Stevie said, and then he started sliding his
dick out until only the head was still inside me. He then reversed and
started pushing his cock all the way back inside of me. "How's it feeling,
Dad?"

"Harder, Stevie, harder. Oh god!" I was feeling things I'd never felt
before, and I wanted to feel them even more intensely.

"If you're ready, I'm gonna start fucking proper now."

"That's what I want, Son. Give it to me. Make Daddy proud!"

"Oh, I will." Stevie grabbed my ankles, straightened my legs, and spread
them wide apart. After one final hesitation, Stevie pulled his hard cock
out of my ass and then quickly slammed it back in. He pulled out and
slammed back in. Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

"Damn, you've grown into a big boy, Son," I moaned as I enjoyed being
battered by Stevie's big cock.

Stevie didn't miss a beat in his fucking motions as he said, "I have you to
thank for that. You gave me a nice dick to work with, since it obviously
comes from your side of the family."

"I'm glad I made it, then," I replied, "because it feels fucking amazing
inside me. I'm so proud of you, Stevie. You sure know what you're doing."

"I'm so happy you like it. I've jerked off so many times thinking what it
would be like to fuck you. I never thought it would ever happen."

"You did?!" I asked with honest surprise. "Your old man?"

"Oh yeah," Stevie panted, "I've wanted you for so long. When I was old
enough to know I was gay and what that meant, you were the first man I ever
wanted to have sex with."

"Oh, fuck me, Stevie! HARDER!"

"Even before I knew what sex was really all about, I knew I wanted you,"
Stevie moaned as he continued to slam his dick in and out of my grasping
asshole.

"Yes, YES, YES. OH GOD, YES! Oh, Stevie. Oh, oh, yeah!"

"God, you feel so fucking good, Dad. I wanna see you jerking that hot dick
of yours while I fuck you."

"Like this, Son," I panted as I grabbed my rigid dick and began jacking it
in time with Stevie's fucking motions. "You like watching Daddy stroking
his fat, hairy dick?"

"Oh yeah, I do. You look so good," Stevie grunted as he rested one of my
ankles on his shoulder so he could free up a hand.

"Oh god, Son," I moaned as he reached down and grabbed my balls and gave
them a hard tug, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."

"I want you to," Stevie replied as he continued to grip my balls and slam
his cock into me. "Cum for your son. Show me what made me," he ordered.

"Only if you shoot that load of yours in my ass at the same time," I
bargained. "You up for it, Son?"

"Hell yeah, I am," Stevie moaned. "I'm getting so close to cumming inside
you."

"Then let's do it, Son. Let's get the family cum flying!"

"Yeah, Daddy, empty these big balls!"

"Oh, fuck the cum out of me, Stevie."

"Are you ready, Dad?" Stevie panted. "I am!"

"Yes! Slam my ass with that big cock I made. Give it to me, Son!"

"Oh, Daddy, I'm there. I'm gonna shoot!"

"Do it, Son. Fill my ass while I'm covering my hairy body with my own cum!"

"Oh, oh, oh," Stevie started grunting urgently with each frantic thrust.

"Spill that seed inside me, Stevie. Do it. Do it NOW!" I roared as I began
frantically jacking my cock like an out-of-control milking machine.

"OH, DADDY, I LOVE YOU," Stevie moaned as he slammed into me one last time
and froze.

"That's it, Son. Fill Daddy's hairy ass with cum! I want it in me as much
as you do!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Stevie grunted as his body began to spasm. I knew he
was depositing his load in me. I was being filled with my own gay son's
cum, and it drove me over the edge.

"FUCK YES!" I slammed my fist to the base of my cock and ropes of cum began
to erupt out of me and splatter down all over my hairy body.

"Oh fuck," Stevie moaned as my ass clamped down hard on his cock when my
orgasm took complete control.

"Oh fuck, yeah," I agreed after my tensed, spent body finally gave up and
collapsed down onto the mattress.

"Yeah," Stevie sighed as his cock slid out of my ass and he started to
collapse onto my cum-covered body.

"You'll get your pajamas all sticky," I warned him.

"Okay," Stevie laughed, sitting back. I watched as he slowly and
seductively unbuttoned his pajama tops. He then held the pajamas open as he
lowered his body and began to rub it against my cum-splattered, hairy
torso.

"Mmmmm," I sighed, slipping my hands inside Stevie's pajamas and wrapping
my arms around him. I hugged him to me and loved feeling his warm body
pressed against mine.

Stevie let his weight rest on me, and he buried his face in my chest
fur. When I felt him licking up some of my cum, I giggled, because it
tickled. Stevie finally just turned his head and let his ear nestle in my
chest hair. After a while, he asked very softly, "Are you sure you're
alright with this, Dad?"

"Yes, Son," I replied. "And I can't wait to fuck that tight ass of yours,"
I added with a laugh as I grabbed the back of his pajama bottoms and
snapped them on his ass.

"Hey!" Stevie objected with a laugh, and then he quickly sprang into
action. Before I knew it, he was somehow sitting on my chest with his knees
pinning my arms down and his fingers twined in mine. "Don't start something
you can't finish, old man."

"Well, maybe I should start by sucking your cock," I laughed.

"Sounds good to me. I'll be right back," Stevie said as he released me and
sprang off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked with surprise.

"Gotta have a piss," Stevie said.

Before I could think what I was saying, I said, "Let me drink it."

"What?" Stevie said, stopping and staring at me. "Are you serious?" he
asked, walking back over to the bed.

I decided to come clean. "I know you saw me playing with my piss in the
bathroom last night. I do that sometimes. Never drank any before,
though. But if you're into that sort of thing, I'll give it a go."

"I am actually," Stevie said. "Are you really sure?"

"I've got your cum swimming around in my ass," I laughed, sitting up on the
edge of the bed. "Might as well give your piss a try too."

Without another word, Stevie stepped between my knees. I opened my mouth,
and he laid the head of his cock on my tongue. I casually reached out and
grabbed the sides of his pajama bottoms to hold him steady as I tightened
my lips to form a seal around his cock. I looked up into Stevie's eyes, and
he looked down into mine.

After a motionless moment, a smile spread over Stevie's face, and my mouth
was suddenly filled with a tart, pungent, forceful flow of piss. I gulped
the fluid into my throat as quickly as I could. There was no going back
from this decision unless I wanted to get covered with piss while sitting
on my bed.

"Shit!" Stevie hissed as he shook his head, unable to believe that his dad
was managing to drink all of his piss without spilling a drop. As the flow
started to ebb, I closed my eyes and pulled on Stevie's pajamas to draw him
closer and to force more of his cock into my mouth. I began to suck on
Stevie's cock, and I could feel it growing in my mouth. "You are one dirty
old man," Stevie laughed.

I pulled my mouth off of Stevie's cock and said, "Thanks to having one
dirty young son. Come on, we'd better get some sleep. I'll save your cock
for breakfast."

"Okay," Stevie said as he climbed back into bed with me and snuggled up
with his face once again buried in my forest of chest hair.

"Good night, Son," I said, running my fingers through the hair on his head.

"Good night, Dad," Stevie replied, running his fingers down through the
hair on my body and gently taking hold of my semihard cock.

It wasn't long before Stevie's breathing settled into a steady sleeping
rhythm, and I was finally relaxed enough for the first time that night to
fall into a deep, contented sleep.

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I hope you're enjoying this fictional adventure. Always play SAFE in the
real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;)

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