Big Mike's Boy

by Richard Peter Johnson

  “Do it, dad. Fuck my worn out hole. I’ll bet you can fuck it harder now than ever before.”

  He climbed aboard, still carrying the camera and slid his hard meat into me. I got a wonderful P.O.V. shot of my dad fucking me. I loved watching his cock sliding in and out of me.

  “Fuck! It’s so hot in there!” my dad exclaimed.

  “Well, put the fire out with your cum, dad. Squirt your hose in me and quench it.”

  Cheesy? Maybe a bit, but still apropos. He was a fireman, after all. Dad was so turned on that he could only last a few minutes. The amazing thing was, as he came, he pulled his cock out. I got to see it stream across my cock and belly before he shoved it back in again. He pumped the rest of his load in me, crying out as he did. After he withdrew, he sat back and told me to push again. I knew his intent- I was going to make my own breeding video. I pushed as hard as I could and my asshole bulged out again, but this time, his creamy jizz flowed out with it. It was so dirty to watch that I couldn’t help but to jerk off while watching the big screen. In less than a minute I was shooting again, watching intently as my cum gushed out of my cock while his continued to ooze out of my ass.

  After that, we were both just too exhausted to do anything else for a while. Dad turned off the camera, moved the lube bowl and toys onto the floor and climbed into bed next to me. We snuggled in tightly together and before I knew it, we had both napped for over four hours. Dad awoke me with a kiss, which I returned even before I was awake. After he broke it, I opened my eyes and looked lovingly into his.

  “So… did you like it?” he asked.

  “No, I didn’t,” I replied, trying to hide my teasing tone.

  “Oh. Sorry. It just looked like… Never mind. I won’t ask you to do it again.”

  “Are you kidding me, dad?” I said with a smile. “I didn’t like it. I fucking LOVED it! That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my life. I can’t wait to do it again!” Dad gave me a beaming smile and kissed me again.

  “You’ve made me so happy, son,” he said.

  “So did you, dad. So did you.”

  Although fisting did not become part of our daily repertoire- mostly because of swelling- we did do it once more before dad had to go back to work. That day, the house felt so empty and I was completely lonely. The past few days had been incredible and I found myself truly missing my dad’s presence. Before we fooled around, I was completely at ease with my dad going to work. Well, except when he had to go fight fires, that is. But other than that exception, being alone in the house gave me a certain kind of freedom. Now? Now it felt confining. At least I had some school work to catch up on.

  I finished that before noon and started to miss my dad again. What to do? What to do? I know! I jumped up and went into the kitchen. Now, I’m no gourmet chef, or anything, but I’ve cooked enough dinners to know my way around the kitchen. But I wasn’t making dinner this time, I was making lunch. I figured surprising dad at the firehouse might help to ease my loneliness.

  After going through our stores, I decided to go with one of my specialties, chicken parmigiana. I barely managed to finish it on time and sped to the firehouse to get it to him. He was thrilled. My uncles were jealous. I promised to make it for them for a dinner one night as soon as I could get enough supplies. As you can imagine, my words made them all happy. Dad and I even managed to sneak away to a secluded spot for a bit of a make out session. We had to be quick, though. He’d be missed and wasn’t sure how the other guys would take to the idea of me and him fooling around.

  “I can’t wait to get home and have some fun,” he said as he walked me back to my car.

  “Me neither, dad. What should I make for dinner?” I asked.

  “Keep it light. Maybe a chef’s salad, or something. That way we won’t have to risk… messes when I skull fuck you tonight,” he replied with a sly grin. I smiled back at him, excited by the prospect of having dad buried balls deep in my mouth.

  “Sounds like a plan, dad. I love you.”

  “I love you too, son.”

  I almost went in for another kiss, but he put his hands up in time to stop me. I drove home contently and was able to make it through the rest of the day without missing him too terribly much. Of course our salads were ready the moment he walked through the door. We gobbled them down, sharing a bit of small talk. Once finished, it was straight to the shower for both of us. I’m not sure if the soap or our mouths did most of the cleaning, but our cocks were both rock solid by the time we got out.

  We climbed into the bed hand in hand and were soon continuing what we’d started in the shower. We soon found ourselves intertwined in a 69, going at each other’s cocks as though we were starving. And since I hadn’t tasted dad’s cum yet that day, I pretty much was. As promised, he skull fucked me, going a bit wild while doing so. I was fine with that, especially since that was what got him off. I sucked at his massive meat like a calf sucking its mother’s teat, drinking down the heavy, thick cream he always produced and I loved so much. Though I didn’t get off, I was still so satisfied. Besides, I still wanted my dad to fuck my ass. Coming might have tightened my hole up too much. But while dad was plowing my ass, something… unforeseen occurred.

  Picture it- I was up on my hands and knees with dad’s prick buried up to the hilt in his son’s ass, our bodies smacking together with each of his powerful thrusts. Our sex was being shown in ultra HD on the 70 inch screen while we filmed it. Daddy porn on the other television. Just a real good sex show going on. That’s when a voice exclaimed,

  “Holy shit!”

  It took both dad and I a moment to realize that neither one of us had said it. We both turned to the doorway of the bedroom to see my “Uncle” Terry standing there, his eyes bulging and his mouth agape. Dad ripped his cock out of me and I tried to cover up the best I could, but it was no use. We were stone cold busted.

  “Terry! What- uh- what are you doing here, man?” my dad asked him.

  “We… had a date for a hook up, remember?” Uncle Terry said, confusion in his voice. “The door was open, so I let myself in. I heard the moaning and just figured you were watching a porno to warm up. I didn’t think… Didn’t expect… Noah?” I uncovered myself a bit and looked at him.

  “Yeah, Uncle Terry. Um… How are you?” I said, nervously.

  How would he react to what he’d just seen? Would he be angry? Upset? Disgusted? Would he go back and tell all of my uncles about what he’d seen? I wasn’t sure that either dad or I could handle such a scandal. What the fuck were we going to do?

  Terry looked up at my dad with a glare of accusation. My dad responded with a shrug.

  “Noah? You good? I mean, you’re okay with this? He didn’t… force you to do it, or anything, did he?” Uncle Terry asked.

  “No. Not at all. I think I was the one who started it tonight, as a matter of fact,” I replied.

  “So… You’re gay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Since when?”

  “I don’t know. Since forever, I suppose.”

  “Oh. News to me,” he said before once more glaring up at my dad. “That’s your son, man.”

  Dad dropped his head in shame. I felt my dander rise at my Uncle Terry trying to berate my dad, the man that I loved.

  “Now you just wait a fucking minute!” I snapped. I stood up on the bed and walked over to the end before stepping down and looking my uncle straight in the eye, poking his chest with my finger. “Nothing we’ve been doing here is wrong. I’m not his biological son. Sure he might have raised me, but this isn’t like an incest thing. Besides, I’m a fucking adult and can choose who I fuck and when I want to fuck them. Not to mention that we love each other. And I don’t just mean in a father/son sort of way. I’m in love with him and he’s in love with me. So don’t you come around here, dropping your condemnations on us. If you can’t handle what we’re doing here, just turn around and fucking leave. And if you think that I give one shit about what you might go and tell the o
thers, I don’t. I really don’t give fuck. My dad and I are lovers in every sense of the word. Nothing is going to get between us. Fuck, if we have to move to get away from any incriminations, we will. We’ll move away so that none of you have to deal with our love. But you know what? We’re just going to keep on loving each other for the rest of our fucking lives. So is it too much for you? What are you going to do? Leave or stay. Your choice.”

  Both Uncle Terry and my dad were simply dumbfounded by my outburst. They stared at me for a few seconds and then looked at each other only to cast their gazes once more on me. Terry raised his arms, as though to protect himself, lest I decided to get physical.

  “Woah. Okay, Noah. Sorry. I just… It came as a surprise, is all. I just didn’t. Wow. In love? Wow. That’s cool, man. Wow, Noah. I’ve never seen you like this before. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “Yeah, well, I do,” I said, still glaring daggers at him.

  “Naw, it’s okay with me as long as you’re good with it. Besides, I’d never come between two people who love each other the way you two seem to. Wow, man,” he said, as he backed off a few steps, still seemingly concerned about what I might do to him.

  As though a person of my small physique could ever do anything to really hurt such a hulking man like him. I remember seeing his naked body in the shower. He was built much like my dad, only his muscles were more defined. And his big, black cock was something to be admired. Not as big as my dad’s but almost as thick and uncut.

  My dad put his hand on my shoulder, telling me to calm down, which I did, but very, very slowly.

  “Well, I guess… I guess I should just go and leave you two to… you know… do your thing,” Uncle Terry said.

  “Now wait a second,” my dad said before looking at me. “In your little outburst there, you said something. You told him he could either choose to stay or leave. Did you mean that?”

  “Of course I did,” I snapped, still in a bit of a fury.

  “Well…,” my dad started, “what if he did stay. What would happen?”

  That stopped me cold. What did I mean when I said he could choose to stay? Stay and do what?

  “Umm…” was the best I could get out.

  “Did you mean that we’d all just go to the living room and watch TV or –uh- did you intend on him joining in?” my dad asked.

  “What?!” Terry and I exclaimed in unison.

  “Well, I’m just saying… You and I were having sex. Terry came here to have sex. So… why couldn’t the three of us just have sex together? If you’re both okay with it, that is.”

  Terry and I looked at each other. We had a silent conversation that ended with both of us shrugging. Neither one wanted to express our desires. But I thought about it. Why not? I’d lusted after my Uncle Terry and the black snake that hung between his knees. And I knew that dad wouldn’t mind if he put it in me. Hell, he was the one who had suggested it. Did I want to try my first threeway? Well, why the fuck not? Dad seemed into it. And nothing dad had suggested so far had been a bad thing. So again, why the fuck not?

  “I… I’d like you to stay, Uncle Terry,” I said.

  “To do what?” my dad asked. I glared up at him unhappy that he was going to make me say the words.

  “I want you to… you know- join in, if you’re interested, that is,” I said, meekly. I was definitely worried about his response. It would be a dramatic shift in my life. Maybe not dad or Terry’s lives. But for me…? Well…

  Terry looked me up and down. I could almost feel him fucking me with his gaze. He focused in on my cock, which, though not hard, was still pretty engorged.

  “You a bottom, kid?” he asked. I nodded.

  “He’s practically a power bottom at this point,” my dad chimed in. “He still needs a little work, but his ass is amazing. I’ve even fisted him a few times.”

  Terry’s eyes went wide in surprise at that one.

  “Really? Wow. Turn around, Noah. Let me see that hole of yours,” he said.

  I spun around, bent over at the waist and spread my cheeks wide. I felt a little poke that was Uncle Terry slipping two fingers into my hole. He spun them around and slid them in just as far as they would go.

  “Nice. Loose enough to fuck, but still tight enough to feel,” Uncle Terry said. “Would you suck my cock as good as you do your dad’s?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you let me fuck you as deep and hard as your dad was?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you drink down my cum?”

  “GOD, YES!” I snapped, excited at the prospect of what he was offering. He gave me a playful slap on the ass and said,

  “Well then. What are we waiting for? Let’s do it. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve had a threeway.”

  I scrambled onto the bed, still a bit uncertain about what was about to happen, but excited that it was. Together, dad and I helped my Uncle Terry out of his clothes. When his pants were lowered, his hard, cock jumped out. I was so hungry for it that I didn’t wait for him to get on the bed. I just leaned forward and latched on, taking him deep in one stroke.

  “Damn!” he exclaimed.

  He put his hand on the back of my head, curling my hair in his fingers and let it ride along with my head bobs. I put my hands on my Uncle Terry’s ass and pulled myself forward, forcing my uncle’s cock all of the way down my throat.

  “Damn!” he exclaimed again. “The kid’s good at that.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” my dad said. “Roll over, son. Show our uncle how good and deep you can take it.”

  I let him fall from my mouth and did as told.

  “You’re kidding me. Really?” Terry asked. My dad nodded.

  My uncle stepped up, leaned forward and put his shaft back into my mouth. He thrust forward and it slid right down my throat.

  “Fuck me! How long have you two been doing this? Since he was twelve?”

  “Nope. Only a week or so,” my dad said. I couldn’t see it, but I think my uncle gave him a look of doubt. “Come on, man. I may be a perv for fucking my son, but I’m no pedophile.”

  “Uh- huh.”

  My uncle started fucking my face and I took everything he had to give without complaint or a single gag. He fucking loved it. My dad joined me on the bed and popped my dick into his mouth, sucking it slowly, no doubt watching what my uncle was doing to me. At one point my uncle pulled his cock out of my mouth and hunched over my face.

  “Lick my ass, Noah. Can you do that?” he said. I did it without question. “Shit, boy! Yeah! Suck that asshole!”

  I tore into his backside. It wasn’t as clean as my father’s but it wasn’t horrible. I even managed to get my tongue inside his hole. He really appreciated that. After a bit he backed away and offered my mouth to my father, who declined.

  “I’d rather get back into his ass, like I was doing before you interrupted us,” my dad said.

  I immediately rolled over and got in the doggie style position again.

  “Then what will I do?” my uncle asked.

  “Use his mouth. Suck his cock. Your choice. You can have his ass when I’m done with it,” my dad replied.

  Uncle Terry laid down near my head and spread his legs wide. I sucked him down as my dad pushed inside of my back door. I moaned loudly, vibrating my uncle’s cock.

  “Ooo, shit! That feels good. Suck that dick, Noah. Suck it deep.”

  For the first time in my life I was getting it from both ends. Of course I loved it. It felt incredible. My uncle appeared to enjoy it as well, especially once he started pumping his hips up and down. Picture it, my dad would shove in, making me deep throat my uncle. Then my uncle would smash my face, forcing my ass further onto my dad’s cock. They reached a synchronicity that, had I known better, had seemed rehearsed.

  It only took my dad a few minutes before he shoved himself in deep and hard, crying out as his orgasm overtook him. Once more I could feel every stream of his thick cum that filled me. As soon as
he recovered, he pulled out and my uncle dashed around to take his place. He slammed all of the way in me in one stroke, causing me to almost scream.

  “Oh, yeah. You like it good and hard, don’t you, Noah?”

  “Yes, Uncle Terry. Fuck my ass,” I hollered back.

  “Ooo. I like that. Keep calling me Uncle Terry, ‘nephew’.”

  Meanwhile dad had taken Uncle Terry’s place at my face. His dick was coated with his spent semen and whatever else had been in my butt. If you think that a little ass matter would turn me off from licking him clean, you’d be sorely mistaken. I lapped at his oozing cream like he was an ice cream cone.

  Dad must have done a number on my hole, tearing it up before my uncle had a chance. There was a light squishing/sucking sound right before the slap of our bodies coming together. But if Uncle Terry minded, he didn’t say.

  “Take that big, black dick in your creamy white ass, nephew!” he exclaimed.

  “Yes! Fuck me, Uncle Terry! Fuck me!”

  My uncle slam fucked me, taking great pleasure with every stroke. I kept catching my dad looking over at the screen, watching his friend and coworker fucking his son. By now dad’s dick was all clean, but he had not gone soft at all. I guess that my ministrations to his phallus worked wonders.

  “Fuck! Gonna’ cum! Gonna’ cum! YES!!!!”

  And with that, my uncle filled my ass for the first time. His semen gushed out, adding to what my dad had already filled me with. It was a wonderful sensation. I could imagine the pool of dad’s thick cum mixing in with my uncle’s. What a wonderful beverage that would make.

  I’d expected Uncle Terry to pull out, but he didn’t. After he came, he started going right back at me.

  “Aren’t you done back there?” dad asked.

  “Naw. I took a Viagra before I came over so I could stay hard for you. It seems to be helping. Besides, fucking this ass is a Godsend. Who could go soft while feeling his tight ring around you?”

  “Come on, man. It’s time for my turn,” my dad argued back. Ooo. They were fighting over a turn at my hole. I loved it.