An O'Brien Family Affair #3

Dad fucked me several times that Saturday and into the night, and on Sunday morning, it almost hurt to see him get dressed and ready for work. I gave him a big kiss good-bye, and spent the day cleaning our house. I wasn't that much of a housekeeper, but Dad is even less of that than I am; if I don't clean it, it doesn't get clean. So I took our clothes to the laundromat, did dishes (a weeks' worth, no less!), and so on. I had promised Dad Irish stew for dinner, and I spent the afternoon on that, as well.

Finally, it was six o'clock, and Dad would be home any minute. When Dad opened that door, I was going to jump into his arms and give him a big kiss hello. And take it from there.

Trouble was, Dad wasn't alone when that door opened. I jumped towards Dad, started to speak, and this big, black stranger walked in with Dad.

"Bill, this is my son, Kevin. Kevin, this is my boss, Bill Washington."

"Pleased to meet you, sir." I stuttered. Dad's boss was in his late twenties or early thirties, just as big as Dad, even more muscled, hair cut short and clean, square- jowled, his skin was a dark, dark color. Most black men aren't really black, let's admit it. They're coffee- colored, chocolate-colored, or what-have-you, but Dad's boss, Bill, was the darkest-skinned black man I'd ever seen.

"Pleased to meet you, too, Kevin." Bill's voice was so deep and bass, it was almost hard to understand. He wore a pair of faded Levis and red-plaid, sleeveless shirt that was almost de rigeur for construction workers. A gold hard-hat, which Dad had told me meant "construction boss" (only white was bigger, for management) and a toolbelt was strung around his waist. Dad had mentioned Bill to me, but had never mentioned that he worked for this big, black man. I practically creamed in my shorts as he smiled at me, shook my hand.

"Kevin, Bill's going to be spending the night with us. His car broke down and he can't get it fixed until tomorrow. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Gosh, no. I made enough stew to go around."

"My son makes some terrific stew." Dad bragged. "Got the recipe from my mother, he did."

"Sounds good to me, Kelly." Bill said.

"I'll go get it ready." I said.

I kept sneaking glances over at Bill during the dinner. Such a big, strong man, with a huge physical presence about him. He looked like a huge bull of a man with that build.

He and Dad were a good match, and they obviously liked each other a lot. They talked about the practical jokes they had played on each other at work.

Soon it was nine o'clock, and Dad and Bill were ready to get in bed. They started work very early; Dad and he had to be up at 5:00 a.m.

Dad and I were in the bedroom, just beginning to get undressed for bed (I wondered if Dad would relax enough to make love that night, with Bill in the living room), and the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Bill called. "I gave work this number."

There came a quick phone conversation, we could clearly hear Bill arguing with someone on the other end. There was some kind of problem on the job. "All right, I'll send a pipe-fitter out right away." Bill finally said.

Dad was a pipe-fitter. "Sounds like overtime." he said.

"Kelly? You interested in a couple hours of overtime?"

"With alimony like I got?" Dad called. "Always."

"They need you at the job. Kaminsky's work blew again."

"Oh, God." Dad groaned. I grinned; Dad griped about Kaminsky's work time and again.

"You can use the extra money, Dad."

"Can't I always? Will you two be okay here?" Dad asked.

"Sure. I don't bite." Bill grinned at me, a shock of white teeth in that big, black face of his.

I grinned back. "How long will it take you, Dad?"

"Shouldn't be long. Kaminsky was on a simple plumbing job. Say an hour overall." Union regulations added to that the travel time and inconvenience; Dad would get two hours' pay for this special trip, and be home before 10:30 at night.

"Just get the damned water off and we'll fix it tomorrow." Bill said. "I don't know why the guard can't turn off a simple water main."

"Union rules." Dad reminded him jokingly.

Dad left and I was alone with Bill.

"You sleepy yet, Kevin?" Bill asked. "You can watch TV if you want. I sleep like a rock."

I started to say that I kept Dad's hours, when Bill stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. "Thanks, sir, I don't mind if I do."

I sat in the armchair and watched him undress while pretending to watch the television. That big shirt of his was the first to go off, and I got a good look at his big chest. He had quite a bit of chest hair, though it was curled so tightly on his chest, it looked like he was decorated with O's made with a magic marker. His waist was so narrow, it was unreal atop that huge barrel of chest he had. His stomach was taut and flat, but his chest was coated with muscle.

Then he sat and shucked his shoes and socks, and I tried hard to keep my body posture casual as he stood up and unbuttoned those ragged Levis. Bill was facing me as he shucked his pants, and only a pair of white briefs kept his schlong from bouncing off his knees. It looked huge, even flaccid like that. His legs were muscled powerhouses, but I only had eyes for that bulging basket of his, trying to keep it down to glances out of the corner of my eyes while I watched the TV set.

Then Bill actually shucked his briefs, and was nude in front of me, and I frankly stared then. I couldn't help myself; my eyes had fastened onto that huge shaft of his and I couldn't look away.

It literally hung down to mid-thigh, and was really thick around. Dad had some nice meat on him, but Bill had him beat all hollow, no doubt about it. Even if that monster didn't gain size when it got erect, it was bigger than Dad's.

"Like what you see, Kevin?" Bill asked me. I blushed bright red, I'm sure of it, the heat in my face was unmistakeable.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"That's okay, Kevin. You've been staring at me all through dinner, I thought you'd like a closer look, that's all." Bill walked over and stood in front of me. "Is this close enough?"

I looked up into his dark eyes that drilled into me. I couldn't believe it was happening! He was so big, so buffed, so utterly masculine, and he was naked in front of me, telling me to look all I wanted.

Well, I didn't look for long. Then I dived onto my knees and onto that huge honker of his and slurped it down. It wasn't hard, yet, but it got hard in my mouth in no time.

"Yeah, Kevin, that's right." Bill crooned. "I knew you wanted this big, fat, black dick of mine the minute I saw you. You want it, don't you?"

"M-hm." I said. I couldn't say anything else; my mouth was full of black cock. It was all I could do to manage it, but I managed to take it all the way down my throat and keep it there. I was having to breathe through my ears, but I kept it going all the way down each time.

Bill's massive hands grabbed me by the hair and pulled me bodily off of his cock, which made an audible "pop" as it came out of my mouth, dripping with my saliva.

"Damn, Kevin, you're so fucking hot!" Bill said. "Let me lie down on the couch where you can get a better grip on it."

Bill lay back on the couch and his huge black prong pointed at the ceiling; I grabbed it and slurped it down again.

I was really going to town on Bill's long cock, and he had his hands on my head forcing it deep into me. Neither of us heard the door open at all.

Then Dad's voice said, "So this is why you sent me off on a wild goose chase, Bill."

I let go of Bill's cock and turned to see Dad standing there. When I'd first heard his voice, I thought he'd be mad as hell, but I turned and saw him standing there flogging his cock while he watched me, his son, sucking on his boss' cock.

"Had to get you out of the house for a while, Kelly, so your boy would relax." Bill said. "You're relaxed now, aren't you, boy?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Don't just stand there with a dumb look on your face, Kevin." Dad said. "You started that job. Go ahead and finish it." And Dad grinned as he motioned with his head.

I went back to sucking Bill's cock, my mind reeling. What was going on here? Had they planned this? They couldn't have!

But Dad was getting into this, sure enough. I got back into the deep-throat action on Bill's cock and that was when I felt Dad's hands on my shorts, yanking them down to my knees. Then I heard him hawk spit onto his palm and then I felt his slicked-up cock pressing into my ass.

"Aw, man, Kelly." Bill moaned. "You're going to fuck your own son, man."

"He loves it, Bill." Dad said. "I fucked him all day yesterday and he still wanted more." Dad buried his cock in my ass and I was filled with cock from both ends.

I kept sucking Bill's cock while Dad humped me fast and hard, and soon Dad was shooting his load in my ass. I felt that hot, salty sting and nearly came right then. But I held off; I wanted to wait to come when Bill did. I always tried to time my orgasm to my partner.

"Now that I got him loosened up for you, Bill." Dad said.

I felt Dad's hands lift me up to a standing position, Dad stripped my clothes from me while Bill looked from his position on the couch, and then Dad turned me around, his arms went around me to clutch me under my thighs, and he lifted me bodily up like that, spread-eagled, to lower me onto Bill's waiting cock. Bill grabbed my legs, and together he and Dad lowered me so that I had no choice; Bill's cock was going up my ass.

Bill was so big! I moaned as my ass struggled to make room for the big cock in it. Dad had loosened me up with his cock, but a bigger one still hurts that first time. I had the force of my own weight, though, and Bill's cock was slick with my spit; I made it down onto the massive schlong, and they turned me loose, impaled on Bill's huge cock.

"Oh, God, Dad, it's so big!" I moaned as I sat still as I could while my body adjusted to it. It did, and I shifted, and slid the rest of it into me.

"God damn, Kelly, your boy just took the whole motherfucking thing." Bill wondered aloud. "Even my old lady can't manage that after ten years of marriage."

I started to fuck myself on the huge prick, and as I did, my own passion built inside of me, until I knew I would be coming any second. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" I groaned.

Dad dipped his head down and slurped my pud into his mouth, just as orgasm struck. I humped furiously on Bill's cock while my own organ pumped a huge load into Dad's milking lips.

Bill groaned as my ass muscles, incited by orgasm, clutched tightly at his cock, and he groaned, ejaculated into me, a huge load I felt dribble out of my ass and onto his balls and legs.

Done, I fell over to rest on him, and Dad's licking tongue dove onto my ass and licked up the spilled come, cleaning both me and his boss off.

I kissed at Bill's neck and shoulder, the rank taste of sweat and desire there wonderfully stimulating.

"Damn, I know I can sleep now." Bill yawned.

I looked at Dad, saw it would be okay with him. "Why don't you join Dad and me in our bed. There's enough room."

Bill looked up at us. "Why do I feel that if I do that, I won't get much sleep."

Dad reached over and palped one of my buttocks. "Because you and I will be spending all night plugging my son's butt, that's why."

THE END
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