Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 12:06:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 13

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Mark Stevens


Tim and His Dad Part 13


	Saturday morning Hunter and I woke up and discovered our dads were
gone, leaving the two of us alone in bed, our naked bodies touching each
other. I smiled at Hunter and said,
	"Good morning, Hunter. Sleep well, I'm assuming?"
	Hunter nodded. "Like a baby," he said.
	I leaned over and kissed him gently on the mouth. Then pulling
back, I said, "I have a confession for you."
	"Oh?" Hunter propped his head on his arm and grinned. "I'm
listening," he added.
	"While you and Dad were sleeping, your dad gave me a nice gentle
fuck."
	"I knew that," Hunter laughed. "I also know that you went with him
into the living room and fucked him as well."
	"You do?" I was surprised. "I thought you and dad were sleeping
like babies."
	"I have something to tell you too."
	Suddenly I knew. "You fucked dad while we were out there fucking
each other." It was a statement, not a question.
	"Yep, I did, and what a tight ass it was to fuck, I might add."
	"Were the two of you really asleep when we came back to bed?"
	"Nope, in fact, if you had come back to bed five minutes earlier
you would have caught me with my dick still inside your dad's cum filled
hole."
	I had a mental image of that, and my cock was instantly hard. It
had been nested in my matted brown curls, and as it moved across my forest
it pulled hair along with it. After filling Chuck's hairy hole the night
fore, some of my cum ran out of him and into my busy. It had dried during
the night.
	I reached down and grasped Hunter's already hard cock. "So, you
fucked Dad while I fucked your father. That is so fucking hot!"
	Hunter took my own dick between his fingers. "Why don't you fuck me
now?" he asked. "Sort of a snack before breakfast," he added.
	"God, yes," I sighed. "I want your ass."
	With Hunter on his knees, his ass beautiful hairy ass staring me in
the face, I lubed my hard seven inches up and slid all the way inside
him. I took a deep breath. His ass always felt so damned good to me. I did
enjoy fucking his hairy tunnel.
	"Oh, yeah, fuck me," Hunter called over his shoulder. "Fill me with
your hot creamy load, Tim."
	I placed my hands on Hunter's back and pulled him toward me,
driving my cock even deeper inside hit hot hole. I worked in and out of
him, gently at first just enjoying the feel of his hot ass as it ate my
cock completely up. As I fucked his hole, it was so hot to look down and
watch as my cock went in and out of that hairy hole. It felt so fucking
good. Hunter began to meet my thrusts, and he pushed back into me hard
grinding his ass cheeks into my cock forest. I fucked him harder, slamming
my cock inside his ass.
	Hunter moaned. "Ah, your cock feels so fucking good inside me."
	"You want my cum in your ass?" I groaned.
	"Fuck yeah, I do," he moaned again. "Fill my ass with that hot load
of yours."
	I pounded Hunter's ass as hard as I possibly could, and said, "I'm
cumming."
	"Yeah, do it," Hunter ordered.
	I felt the deep sensation of cumming starting in my groin and
spreading over my entire body. It was so strong it literally made my toes
curl as I shot my thick creamy juice deep inside Hunter's ass.
	I felt Hunter's ass grip my cock and suck the last of my cum. I
fell against his back, trying to force my breathing to return back to
normal. Our fucking had been so intensified it had left both of us weak,
hardly able to move.
	A few moments later I pulled out of Hunter and told him to get on
his back. "I want to suck your load from your dick," I said.
	I leaned down and ran my tongue around the head of Hunter's leaking
dick. His pre cum tasted so sweet as I sucked it into my mouth. I took his
head between my lips, and I heard him moan.
	Hunter put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me down,
burying my nose in the sweet smelling curls growing around his thick base.
	"God, your mouth feels so good," Hunter groaned. "Suck my cock," he
said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth with my hairy dick."
	His cock in my mouth, I could only groan, letting him know I wanted
just that, to feel his wiry carpet grind into my face. The harder I sucked,
the faster he pounded my face, his heavy hairy balls slamming into my chin.
	As I nursed Hunter's cock, sucking it harder, deeper into my mouth,
he started breathing faster, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before
he filled my mouth with his hot load. And he did.
	Hunter's body started trembling, and rising up off his back,
moaned, "I'm cumming. I'm going to shoot my hot load."
	I felt the first strong blast hit the back of my throat, followed
by another and another. When the last spurt had hit the back of my throat
and ran down to my tongue, I pulled off and leaned over to kiss Hunter,
letting him taste his own sweet tasting cum on my lips.
	We lay there for a time enjoying the feeling that comes along after
having sex. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and it felt good to be
alive, touching and feeling.
	Some time later I looked at Hunter and said, "You think we should
get up and check on the old farts? I'm surprised they haven't been in to
check on us."
	"Knowing them, they're probably having sex in the kitchen," Hunter
retorted.
	I stood to my feet and pulled Hunter with me. Smelling like recent
sex, we walked down the hall, making our way to the kitchen. I could smell
coffee in the air, and decided Dad was working on breakfast.
	When we walked into the kitchen we discovered both fathers were
working on something all right. By some stretch of the imagination, I guess
it could be considered breakfast. Chuck was standing in the middle of the
kitchen floor. Dad was on his knees in front of him, greedily working on
Chuck's monster hard dick, taking ever inch of him deep inside his mouth.
	Hunter punched me in the ribs. "Didn't I tell you?" he grinned.
	I nodded. "You did, and it doesn't surprise me in the least."
	Dad looked up at me and grinned. He never missed a lick, and kept
on servicing Chuck's hairy dick.
	Chuck, on the other hand, laughed. "Ah, Tim, your dad is one good
cock sucker. He certainly knows how to make a guy feel great."
	"That he does," I agreed.
	I walked over behind Dad and dropped to my back. With my face
underneath his ass, I explored his hairy crack with my tongue, slowly
making a wet trail through the little black hairs running from one end to
the other. While I was playing with his ass with my tongue, Hunter walked
over and dropped to his knees. He also started working his dad's hairy hole
over, fucking it with his wet tongue.
	I heard Chuck groan and say, "Hunter, fuck your ole man while Doug
sucks my dick. Put your hot boy juice inside my wet hole."
	"Tim, I want to sit on your cock while I suck Chuck," Dad
said. "Let me ride that hairy fuck stick of yours," he added with a moan.
	Hunter stood to his feet and pressed his cock head against the
matted red curls surrounding his dad's fuck hole. As he entered Chuck, he
spread his legs, and Dad raised up just enough so I could slide underneath
his ass.
	Dad eased down on my cock, and I discovered he already had cum up
there. I went in, my cock crawling through the slick spunk coating the
walls of his ass. For a second he sat buried deep in my brown cock
forest. Then he went back to sucking Chuck, and I started moving up and
down, enjoying the feel of his wet cummy ass as it swallowed my cock
completely.
	Chuck groaned, and I knew he was feeling his son's hard hairy dick
buried deep inside him.
	"That's right, Hunter, fuck me," Chuck moaned.
	For a time, the only sounds in the kitchen were fucking and
sucking. I was fucking Dad, Dad was sucking Chuck, and Hunter was fucking
his dad. As I lay there on the floor fucking Dad, the sight around me was
enough to get me so fucking hot. I could hardly believe what I was seeing.
	A few moments later it started with Chuck. He moaned, and I knew he
was filling Dad's mouth with his hot load. Dad sucked hard, swallowing the
hot creamy juice that filled his mouth.
	"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," Hunter cried out. He slammed hard into his
dad's ass, and both Dad and I felt it as he drove his dick deeper inside
and filled Chuck with his son juice.
	Dad reached between his legs and started jacking his dripping cock,
and just as I shot my first spurt inside his wet ass, my dad shot his cream
onto Chuck's furry ball sac.
	A short time later Dad pulled off my cock and stood to his
feet. The odor of sex and the smell of fresh cum was everywhere in the
kitchen.
	I stood to my feet. "I think I know four guys who need a shower
badly," I said with a grin.
	"Chuck, why don't you and I take the one in the hall, and let the
fellows here use the one in the bedroom?" my dad said.
	Dad and Chuck disappeared down the hall, and went into the bath
just off the hall. Hunter and I went into the bedroom and hit the shower
there.
	It was the first time that the two of us had showered together that
sex didn't happen. This time, it was just the feel of sweet togetherness as
we took turns washing each other, ridding our bodies of the cum that had
collected over the past several hours. Hunter washed me first, starting
with my neck and slowly working his way down my chest and stomach, and then
to my bush, cock and balls. He gently soaped my body and then, turning me
around, went to work on my back and ass. When he came to my butt, he soaped
it rather heavily, removing all the cum that had been shot up there. Then
he turned the shower head so it could reach my body, and watched as the
water ran through my body, leaving little water trails through my thick
body hair.
	After I was clean, I went to work on Hunter, soaping his body up
well, creating a nice lather in his body hair. Following his lead, I washed
ever inch of his body and then let the water rinse him off.
	When we both were free of suds, we stood there holding each other,
feeling the needles as they bounced off our bodies. Again, there was
absolutely no sex at all. In fact, neither one of us were hard, even though
we had touched ever inch of each other's body.
	I pulled Hunter into my arms and held him close to me. It felt so
good feeling his clean body next to mine. We just stood there for a moment
enjoying the feel of each other. Finally I let go of him and we stepped out
of the shower. Reaching for a towel, I began drying his back off. I ended
up drying him completely, and then stood there as he took a towel and wiped
the water from my body. It was such a tender moment, one that neither of us
was anxious to end.
	"We'd better get a move on it," I grinned, "else those old farts
are going to come looking for us."
	"The way they did this morning while we were still in bed?"
	"They are two horned dogs, aren't they?"
	"Wouldn't want it any other way," Hunter declared.
	We went back to the kitchen, and this time, discovered our dads
actually were working for breakfast. Bacon was in the pan cooking on the
stove, and biscuits were in the oven.
	"Glad you two could join us," Chuck greeted us with a grin.
	"Thought we would," I answered. I sniffed the air. "Smells really
good in here," I said.
	Dad turned the bacon and said, "You guys have anything planned
today?"
	"Well, I thought perhaps we could take Hunter and Chuck around town
after breakfast," I answered.
	"That sounds good," Chuck agreed.
	"And, I thought that later on, if Hunter were interested, that the
two of us might take in a movie. Would that be all right with you guys?"
	"Sounds good by me," Dad said. "I'd sort of like to spend a little
time with this hairy hunk here."
	I looked at Hunter. I pretended to pinch his neck and asked, "How
about it, Hunter, care to spend some time with me?"
	"I think I could handle that," he assured me.
	While Dad took the bacon up, I scrambled eggs, and soon we had a
tasty meal on the table for the four of us to enjoy. We sat down to the
table and dug into our food. As we ate, we discussed our day.
	"What should we show them, Tim?" Dad asked.
	"Oh, just a bit of this and some of that, I suppose," I
answered. "I'll show them where I work for certain. I guess the rest will
be played by ear."
	We finished our meal, and together, the four of us cleaned up the
kitchen. Then we dressed and headed out. I drove them by my office complex
and pointed to the floor where my office was located.
	"Nice building," Chuck commented.
	"It is a great company to work for," I said. "I've been with them
for several years now."
	I drove by several law firms and pointed them out to Chuck. "I
would think you wouldn't have any problem getting on," I said.
	"Who knows?" Chuck shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, I just may
retire," he said.
	Hunter looked at his dad, and doubt showed in his eyes. "You,
retire?"
	"I just might," Chuck told his son. "Doug here did, and he seems to
be enjoying it."
	"Well, it's nothing you have to decide right now," Dad spoke up
wisely. "There's plenty of time to think it over."
	"You're right, Doug," Chuck agreed.
	We sent the next couple of hours riding around town, and with Dad's
help, I showed Hunter and his father different points of interest. I drove
by and pointed out several different companies that were exactly like the
one Hunter worked for. "You shouldn't have any trouble landing a job
either," I assured him. "And while were on the subject," I went on, "for
now, if you guys decide to move down here, there is no reason for the two
of you not to stay with us. We have plenty of room."
	"Who knows, it might work out so well that we'll just buy a bigger
house," Dad spoke up.
	"We could do that," Chuck said thoughtfully. "Again, like you said
earlier, Doug, it's nothing we have to decide on today."
	The four of us agreed on that, and for the rest of the ride no one
spoke up a possible move. Hunter and Chuck sat back and took in the
sights. If they did move here, they were going to have to learn an entire
new city, so while I drove through town, the two of them looked out the
window and tried to discover something that was familiar.
	A couple of hours later we returned home. Dad asked if we were
hungry.
	"Dad, I thought if it was all right with you and Chuck I would take
Hunter out for a late lunch. There's usually a movie at the mall around
six." I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost four
o'clock. "We should have time for a meal and still catch the movie."
	"Go for it," Dad replied.
	"Yeah, you guys go ahead and go," Chuck said.
	"We'll be just fine," Dad added.
	"I have no doubt about that," I grinned.
	I gave Dad a kiss and then turned to Chuck. I kissed him lightly on
the mouth. "You two enjoy yourselves," I said. "Get to know each other," I
added.
	Hunter also kissed our dads. "Doug's one hot fucker," he told his
father, "but try and find out more about him. Something tells me there's
much more to him than his cock, although I must admit, that is a very big
part of him, if you get my drift."
	"You guys get the hell out of here," Chuck ordered.  "I certainly
think the two of us will know how to entertain ourselves."
	We left then, and I drove Hunter and I to one of my favorite places
to eat. We ordered a light lunch, and over our food we talked and discussed
a lot of things.
	"Tim, can I ask you something?"
	"Anything, Hunter," I assured him.
	"This arrangement we've been discussing, do you think it could
possibly work?"
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "I think it
could. Oh, it will take some effort, I'm sure about that. After all, we're
talking about the possibility of four people moving in together. At least
for a time, and who knows, might even be for the rest of our lives."
	I looked at Hunter. "You do realize, don't you, that I may love
your dad, the same as I love my own father, but I am falling in love with
you? You are the one that makes my life good, makes me complete. You are
the one I make love to. With your dad, as with mine, it's just good hot
sex. You do realize that?" I asked again.
	I saw a tender look on Hunter's face. "I know that," he said. "I
feel the same way you do. I love my dad, and I'm beginning to love your
father, but it's you that I am in love with."
	"I know we can make it work. The four of us, I mean."
	"I getting excited thinking about moving here," Hunter said.
	By the time we had finished our meal, the two of us had talked a
great many things out, and we felt good about ourselves. As we left the
restaurant and headed for the movie theatre, we both felt we were doing the
right thing.
	That evening as we sat inside the darken auditorium watching the
movie, I felt Hunter's hand moving over in search of mine. I placed my
fingers over his hand enjoying the touch of his skin next to mine. I still
couldn't believe the way I felt about him. It was if we had known each
other all of our lives.
	As I drove inside the garage at home later that evening, I braked
the car and shut the engine off. Facing Hunter, I said, "Thanks for the
wonderful evening."
	Hunter reached across the street and gently kissed my mouth. "Thank
you," he said softly.
	As we headed inside the house, I said, "I wonder how the old farts
are?"
	"I'm sure they managed fine," Hunter said.
	We walked inside the house and coming inside the kitchen, I called,
"Hey, you two, where are you?"
	"In here," Dad called.
	"In the living room," Chuck echoed.
	"You fellows enjoy your evening?" Dad asked as we joined them.
	"Very nice," I answered.
	"It was great," Hunter said. He looked at his father. "How about
you guys?"
	"Oh, we managed to get into a thing or two," Chuck grinned.
	"I'm sure you did," Hunter said dryly.
	"Seriously, fellows, have a seat," Dad said. "We would like to talk
with the both of you."
	"Shit, this sounds heavy," I laughed.
	"Oh, I think you will like what we have to say."
	Hunter and I took our seat and waited for our fathers to speak
whatever was on there mind.
	Dad and Chuck were sitting beside each other on the couch, and Dad
took Chuck's hand. Then looking at Hunter and me, he said, "You see, you
two aren't the only ones that have discovered something this weekend."
	Chuck looked at Dad and grinned. "That's right," he said. "I've
found out that this big lug here next to me means a lot to me, and I would
like to spend more time with him. Maybe even the rest of my life," he
added.
	"Same goes for me," Dad said, a gentle smile on his face.
	I looked at Hunter, and he looked at me. When we remained silent,
Dad said, "You guys don't have a problem with that, do you?"
	I stood to my feet. "Fuck no," I assured him.
	I walked over to Dad and bending down, gave him a hug. "I think
it's great. For both of you," I added. I gave Chuck a hug as well.
	Chuck looked at Hunter, a worried look in his eyes. "Are you okay
with this, Son?" he asked.
	"Oh, yeah," Hunter declared.
	"We've already discussed the idea that we both want things to
continue with you guys like they have been," Dad told us.
	"Hell, we don't want that to change," Chuck declared. "You two are
too fucking hot, and we don't want to stop fooling around."
	"You guys have any objection to that idea?" Dad asked.
	I looked at Hunter and grinned. "Actually you can believe this or
not, but we had this same conversation over lunch earlier. What we decided
was that I love Chuck and Hunter loves you, Dad, but that we are in love
with each other. Does that make sense to you?"
	"Very much so," both of our fathers chimed in.
	"We understand completely," Dad added.
	"So, it seems as if you guys discussed a lot while we were
gone. What else did you decide?"
	"We talked about Hunter and I returning home tomorrow and starting
the ball rolling," Chuck said. "Hunter, can you swing some time off next
week, or perhaps the week after?"
	"Next week should be a problem," Hunter decided. "How much time?"
he asked.
	"I was thinking perhaps working Monday and Tuesday, and coming down
Wednesday morning. That way you would have a few days to look for a job,
and the same for me. I'm still not sure I'm ready to retire completely, but
if I could find a position with some firm working perhaps a few hours a day
in some sort of advisory capacity."
	"What about the house and all our things?" Hunter asked.
	"Well, for now, I thought we could leave things where they are. In
time, we will sell the house and decide something definite."
	"We're still looking at the possibility of the four of us buying a
house together," Dad said. "I don't want Chuck and Hunter moving in here
and thinking they have to give everything up they've worked for. That
wouldn't be right."
	"I agree, Dad," I said.
	Chuck held out his arms and said, "Come to your dads."
	Hunter and I sat between them on the couch and we did a group hug.
	"It's going to be so nice having us all together," I said.
	"It is," both Dad and Chuck agreed.
	We sat there for quite a while just enjoying the feeling of being
together as a family. We were a very loving and caring family, anyone could
see that.
	A short time later Chuck stood to his feet. Pulling his gym shorts
down, he grinned and said, "Who wants to suck this?"
	His hard cock was pointing out surrounded by that thick red carpet,
begging for attention. He gave it a tug or two and looked at each of
us. "Who wants this?" he asked.
	I was closest to him. "I can handle this," I told the others.
	I took his hard cock between my fingers and started licking this
thick mushroom head like it were an ice cream cone. I tongued my way around
until the entire head was shining with my spit. Then I worked on his thick
shaft, making my way slowly down to the hairy base. As I tongued his hard
shaft, the little red hairs that grew there tickled my nose. Their wiry
touch felt good to me, and I shivered as I entered his thick forest with my
tongue. I left wet trails through those red curls as I made my way down to
those furry heavy balls between his legs.
	Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hunter crawl between Dad's legs
and start to work on his hard cock. I heard Dad moan as Hunter took all of
him inside his wet mouth. Dad was lost in complete bliss as he laid back on
the couch letting Hunter service his hairy rod.
	I swallowed Chuck completely, my nose buried in the thick red
tangles at the base of his thick hard root. I took a deep breath, and his
rich man sent excited me so much that my own cock sprung up instantly
between my legs and left a wet spot on my shorts. As I continued blowing
Chuck, I hooked my thumbs inside my waist band and gave the shorts a tug. I
wasn't wearing any under ware, and my cock enjoyed being free and out in
the open.
	As I sucked Chuck, he started fucking my mouth hard, grinding his
mated red curls into my face. His full ball sac slammed into my chin, and I
could tell he had a huge load waiting to erupt out of his piss hole. When
he came, he was going to coat the insides of my mouth quite well with his
thick man juice.
	He fucked my face harder, and I knew he was going to shoot soon. I
sucked him harder, faster, and I moaned my enjoyment of the mouth fucking I
was getting.
	From the other end of the couch I heard my own father
groan. "Hunter, I'm about to shoot," he said.
	I watched as Hunter sucked my father faster, each time burying his
nose in Dad's black wiry carpet, and it made me go after Chuck's cock all
the more. Suddenly I felt Chuck swell up inside my mouth. He was going to
shoot his creamy hot load.
	"Oh, fuck," he groaned.
	When the first shot hit the back of my throat, I was ready for
it. I swallowed it immediate and went after each spurt that followed. Chuck
was a heavy cummer, and I enjoyed the taste of the sweet jisim that filled
my mouth.
	"Shit, Hunter, here it comes," Dad moaned.
	I could tell that Hunter was doing everything in his power to take
all of Dad's juice and not let any of it escape his mouth. As I sucked
Chuck dry of cum, emptying his balls, I could see that Hunter was doing the
same thing to my dad. By the time we were finished with them, both men had
emptied their balls inside our mouths, filling us with their dad juice.
	Dad soon stood to his feet. "Chuck, I think our sons need us," he
smiled.
	They pushed Hunter and me on the couch. Dad crawled between my
legs, and Chuck followed suit with his own son.
		I was so fucking hot from sucking Chuck that when Dad took
my cock inside his hot wet mouth I knew I wasn't going to last long. I lay
back enjoying the fantastic blow job I was receiving from Dad. God he knew
how to suck cock, I thought.
	I looked next to me and saw that Hunter was also getting a damned
good blow job. Chuck was servicing his son's cock, sucking with such vigor
I thought Hunter was going to fly right off the couch. Like me, Hunter was
really excited from sucking Dad earlier, and in just a matter of minutes we
both lost our load inside our father's mouths.
	"Fuck, I'm cuming," I cried out.
	Hunter echoed my words. Our fathers sucked us dry of cum, leaving
nothing to run down our shafts. When they removed their mouths from our
dicks, we had no cum left for them to swallow.
	"You two certainly know how to suck cock," I teased them with a
grin.
	"We've had two great teachers," Dad informed us.
	Chuck and Dad sat back down on the couch. They were in the middle
with Hunter and I on each side. I looked over at Hunter. "You know
something, Hunter? Something tells me this new living arrangement is going
to work out just great."
	Hunter gave me a wink. "I would have to agree with you."


End of Chapter 13.