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Subject: Gay – Incest, Hunting-With-Dad Part 7 I want to say thank you to my proofreaders, JG and GR. Without your help, I don’t think I would have enjoyed writing this as much and learning from you has been an experience on its own. This story is fictional to include all names, locations and events. It has been a massive undertaking as I have never written anything like this before. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have writing it for you. *** I never knew how short thirty days could be when you spend them with someone that truly loves and cares for you. Between preparing for Mom and Sis to return, and having daily bonding time with my Dad it seemed like the days were only six hours long. As the final days of father-son living were nearing an end, Dad mentioned that we still owed it to ourselves to make time to continue bonding. “Hey kiddo, I know they’ll be here in two days but we have somewhere to be tonight.” Dad announced. “Where’s that?” “You remember about a week ago when Tom ambushed me on my way back to the house from the stables?” “That was the night he used you as a distraction to get me out of the house. Dude, it sounded like someone was beating a cow outside!” “You couldn’t see anything but thought something had happened in the stables and ran outside to help,” Dad said with a chuckle. “I barely made it onto the deck before he had me pinned face down on the decking. He had that light shining on you so I could see you through the slats, bare-assed tied to those tent stakes with his jock in your mouth.” “Yeah, all I heard was a big thud and then I saw him carrying you down the stairs.” “I wanna know when he tied those ropes to the trusses and made sure they were the right height for me.” “I have no idea son, but when he suspended you with your arms and legs spread, I could see that you realized what was happening. He didn’t waste any time forcing his cock into your ass and making you squeal for him.” “I did squeal too! His cock is so massive and with just a little spit it’s not too pleasant when it’s forced into you.” “I know it isn’t; remember, he used to brutally fuck me every week. But being forced to watch him fuck you until you couldn’t take anymore, then turning his cock loose on me was fucking hot and scary. I don’t know how, but he used the tent stakes to keep control and he folded me in half with my ass in the air waiting for him.” “That’s okay, Dad. When he started fucking you, it was all over. He did those long deep, thrusts and you moaned like a church whore, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back into you. I had never seen you cum that fast!” “It was nice of him to use my cum as lube when he went back to finish off fucking you Son.” “Yes, it was. I love having your cum in me, Dad! His cock felt much better after being lubed up. If memory serves, he fucked me like that for another twenty minutes before filling my ass with his seed. When Tom shoots, I swear I can feel it in my throat! His load goes so deep in me, and it takes a while before it drips back out.” “That’s if I don’t suck it out of your hole, kiddo. Anyway, Tom told gaziantep escort me tonight was going to be Phil’s ceremony and we’re invited. Are you up for it?” “Fuck yeah, Dad!” I shouted. “Language! Remember, you won’t be able to talk like that in a couple of days,” Dad reminded me. We hopped in the shower and cleaned up as fast as we could. Since it was summer, we didn’t wear much clothes and knew clothing was not permitted for most of the evening. When we arrived at Tom’s house, there were no other cars. Normally there would be more people at one of these ceremonies; nonetheless, we went to the front door. After knocking, Tom opened the door in just his jockstrap and pulled us in, closing and locking the door behind us. “Phil and I talked about his ceremony. We both wanted it to be an intimate gathering. Since we started enjoying each other because of you, we figured who better to have here tonight,” Tom said as we stripped on our way to the living room. The room was dimly lit, but I could see Phil was kneeling on a black plastic sheet, naked as the day he was born, his body muscular and tanned but fairly void of body hair. Tom approached his son and kissed him deeply, leaving no part of his mouth unexplored by his tongue. “Okay, fellas, join Phil on the tarp and get him warmed up. I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he left the room. Dad and I sat on the tarp next to Phil and began caressing his body. I was rubbing my hands from his head to his feet taking extra time to enjoy his rapidly hardening eight inch uncut cock, smooth nut sack and twitching anus. He was moaning as he enjoyed our mutual touch of his flesh. Tom returned to the room with a gas mask in his hand. Dad and I exchanged confused looks until we caught on to what he was doing. Tom took a washcloth from the kitchen and poured a bottle of poppers on it until it was drenched, then stuck the cloth into the intake hole. “Phil, I want to tell you the same thing my father told me. Only men do the fucking. Do you understand?” Tom asked before he put on the gas mask. Phil nodded as if they spoke a secret language. Slowly, Tom made his way to the tarp as the poppers slowly took over. He was on his hands and knees when he finally got to us, and his hairy ass was the only part of him you could clearly see as he buried his face in the tarp. Phil took his place behind his father and began licking and sucking on Tom’s asshole. I could faintly hear Tom moaning as he let himself relax and enjoy the pleasure his son was giving him. Without so much as a second thought, Phil stood up, spread his legs and plunged his cock into his Dad’s moistened ass causing Tom to wince and scream in pain. “Shut up, faggot! Your hole is mine and I’ll use it as I please!” Phil shouted as he slapped his ass. Phil’s cock was almost an exact copy of Tom’s. It wasn’t as long as his dad’s only eight inches by age 16, but its girth was remarkable, making it a challenge to take for even the most gifted bottom. Phil continued to pummel his dad’s hole with great speed and power. Tom was moaning and writhing under the thrill of being taken forcibly suriyeli escort by his son’s cock. According to the clock on the mantle, Phil had been assaulting Tom’s ass for ten minutes before he unloaded his nuts in his father. Tom made no movement as Phil pulled out of his gaping hole. Phil tapped his dad on the back, and there was no response. My Dad removed the gas mask, to our relief, Tom was still breathing but strung out on poppers. “Do you want to stop?” Dad asked Tom. “NO! Keep fucking me, don’t stop! I want more,” Tom breathed in his deep, ragged Southern drawl. “Phil, keep fucking him!” Dad commanded. “I want you and your boy to fuck me! This is your payback,” Tom moaned. We rolled Tom onto his back. As I lifted his legs, Phil grabbed my cock and lined it up with his dad’s hole. I looked at Tom and could barely see his eyes were closed. I backed my hips up before thrusting forward and impaled Tom on my cock, his hole offering little resistance after his thorough fucking by Phil. I repeated the same motion, of pulling completely out and driving my cock back in until my balls slapped against his ass. This was sending Tom into a new level of pleasure, and without warning his cock erupted all over his stomach. Dad scooped up his cum and coated my cock with it, before licking his hand clean. I was getting close to cumming and Dad could tell, so he motioned for me to move so he could have his turn. Tom was beginning to come to, so Dad held the popper cloth over his face for a minute, driving him back into popper bliss. Even though Tom had been fucked by two cocks already, his hole wasn’t ready for my Dad’s thick uncut cock. Dad slid into, and when he cried out in pain, Dad just covered his mouth with the washcloth again and continued to invade Tom’s ass. It wasn’t long before the poppers took over again and Tom became piggy, begging for my Dad’s cock. I can’t remember how many times Phil, Dad and I took turns fucking Tom over the next two hours, but we finally couldn’t hold back anymore and Tom’s ass became of the recipient of each of our loads, including his own. We left that night with empty balls and a stronger bond with Tom and Phil. We didn’t see them again until a few months later, when school started back up. Phil and I were going over our classes and thought it would be fun to have the same schedule. I had decided should have ROTC since I wanted to join the military. Phil was reluctant at first, but when he realized we would be wearing uniforms, he signed right up. Mom and Sis were living with us again by this time and it was great having the family back together. The only downfalls were having to wear clothes in the house and not being able to bond with my Dad anymore. But I had Phil in my life now, and he enjoyed playing with me. I used to have to ride the bus to school, but that changed Junior year. Phil would pick me up in his black Jeep Wrangler in the mornings, and it became our fuck room. I would suck his cock on the drive to school but never so much that he would cum, and on the way home we would drive down a wooded trail rus escort where he would fuck his thick manly load into me before dropping me back home. This was how we enjoyed each other during our last two years of high school, and we got bolder in our Senior year. We nearly got caught by the groundskeeper one day during lunch when Phil and I decided we needed each other and couldn’t wait any longer. We were under the football bleachers when Phil realized he was truly his father’s child and began to rape me right there. Well, actually you can’t rape the willing, and boy was I willing! So willing that I began moaning and drew some unwanted attention. Phil saw someone walking in the stands, and the thrill of getting caught was too much for him; he unloaded in me right then. I went to say something, but he covered my mouth with one hand and placed his finger over his lips before pointing to the approaching feet. We narrowly escaped what would have been an embarrassing and highly punishable encounter. With as much tomfoolery and horsing around in class we did, I’m surprised we were even offered a chance to graduate. With all the pomp and circumstance, our graduation ceremony took a little over three hours . We had planned to kiss each other when we threw our caps in the air at the end, but found out we wouldn’t actually get our diplomas until two weeks later. We hugged each other instead and kept the kissing for our special time. Three days after graduation, Phil and I departed for our big hoorah two-week road trip. We had no clue where we would end up, but at least we would be together. We fucked and sucked our way across and around the Southeastern United States, leaving ourselves barely enough time to visit with our families before we had to pack our things and leave for the Air Force. Our last week was so packed with family events it barely left any time for self-release, much less relieving each other. The day Phil and I climbed into the van heading for our Entrance Processing Station, Dad and Mom were holding hands and tears welled up in her eyes. Tom looked emotionless, but I knew deep down how proud he was of his son. We just hoped that we would get stationed together. As we drove away, I looked back to see Tom’s hand on my Dad’s shoulder and knew everything was going to be all right. I looked over at Phil as he was staring blankly out the window. “Well, here we go; there’s no turning back now.” I told him. “We’ve been friends for a long time, and I won’t forget the times we had together,” he replied. “I won’t either. I promise I’ll always keep an eye out for you, and if we are ever stationed in the same place, we’ll have to enjoy our extra time together.” We hugged each other and drifted into our own thoughts for the rest of the ride before we were hurried from the van into the building. That wasn’t the last I saw of Phil, but that’s a different story. The End!! *** I’d like to thank everyone for reading this chapter of my story. This is my first attempt at writing any Gay Erotica. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any input, please feel free to email me. I’d really love to hear feedback from all my readers!!! My email is ail, and again, please feel free to write me about anything. And please remember that Nifty needs your support to keep offering free hot porn. fty/donate.html Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)

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