Dad and I began spending so much time at Grandpa's place that, after a while, he just invited us to move in with him. "You won't have to waste all that money and time on gas and driving, and we can spend more time fucking and sucking." That's pretty much how he put it to us, and since we were all bachelors with no strings attached, we settled the agreement on the spot...with three generations of cum sealing the deal.
"Do you like your job?" Dad asked out of the blue a few weeks later...as he was stretched out on my back in bed with his daddy dick still in my ass after depositing the latest load of his daddy cum.
"It's a job," I replied noncommittally. "The money could be better, but there's not much shit to deal with, especially on the night shift."
"So, you could use some extra money?"
"Who couldn't?" I laughed.
"Considering how much time we spend in bed together during the day, you might not want to spend more time working together at night as well, but a spot just opened up at my place, and I told the boss you might be interested."
"Doing what?"
"Same as you're doing at your place, really...but with better pay."
"Sign me up!" I laughed.
"There might be a few more responsibilities, but I'm sure you can handle them...and I'm pretty sure you would enjoy them," he finished.
"Mmm," I sighed as he contracted his muscles and made his semi-hard cock flex inside my ass. "You sure know what I enjoy," I laughed, squeezing my ass on his shaft.
"So, I should tell the boss, Mr. Webber, that you're interested in an interview for the position?"
"Absolutely. It has to be a better position than this one. I can't breathe with you on top of me for much longer," I laughed.
"An ungrateful son, that's what I've got," Dad laughed as he pulled his soft cock out of me and rolled over on his back beside me. "But with a nice ass," he added, patting my butt and then rubbing it gently.
"Mmm, that's nice," I sighed, drifting off into my daytime sleep to get ready for my nighttime job.
My shift was almost over that night when I got a call from Dad. "What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing, but I wish my cock was up your ass right now," he laughed.
"We'll be home soon," I laughed, "and I promise you can have your wish."
"Actually, that's why I'm calling. Not about fucking you, but about not going right home."
"You got a hot date?" I laughed.
"Only with your ass," he laughed back. "But if you can come over here after you're off the clock, Mr. Webber said he'll give you an interview for the job."
"Oh, sure, no problem. Actually, if I'm getting a new job, I might as well clock out a little early and be right over."
"You don't have the job yet," Dad replied.
"But I will," I assured him.
"If you decide you really want it," he replied a little cryptically. "See you soon. I'll leave word with the security guard that you're to be shown to Mr. Webber's office."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied, before hanging up, gathering my stuff, and making a hasty, slightly premature exit from work. Okay, I stopped to tell my boss that I wasn't feeling well but would be back the next night. He really couldn't have cared less, but it was better than being caught leaving without permission.
Dad was waiting for me outside Mr. Webber's office when I arrived. "Just relax and have a good time. And if you decide you're not interested in the job, I'll be right out here, and we can go home whenever you want, if you want."
"Um, okay, Dad," I replied before knocking on the door. It was all I could think to say to such an odd string of words.
"Come in," Mr. Webber called.
I gave Dad a quick smile and he gave me an encouraging nod in return. Then I opened the door, stepped into the office, and closed the door behind me.
"So, Tommy," Mr. Webber said casually as he looked over some papers...and I looked him over. He was a few years older than Dad but definitely not as old as Grandpa. Not in bad shape. Nice smile. "Your dad gave me this rundown of your work history and job experience," he said, indicating the papers in front of him. "It's not bad."
"Thank you, sir," I replied.
"I think you might fit in here very nicely, if all goes well."
"What do you mean, if all goes well?"
"I'm perfectly satisfied with your skills on paper, but it's your practical skills that I need to test."
"Such as?"
"Well, first off, we need to check your oral skills."
"What, like you want me to give a speech or something?"
"Or something," he laughed, standing up to reveal a huge tent in his trousers.
I gulped. "Umm..."
"Relax, Tommy, you've got the job if you want it. Right now. That's settled. Your dad just told me you might be interested in some fringe benefits to the job...any time you want them...if you want them," he concluded, casually tracing the outline of the hard cock that was creating the tent.
A wide grin spread across my face. "I wouldn't want to take the job without you being fully satisfied with my skills, Mr. Webber."
"Your dad was pretty sure you would feel that way," he smiled back as he undid his belt and unzipped his trousers.
"Let me give you a hand with that, Mr. Webber," I said quickly, dropping to my knees in front of him and eagerly pulling down his trousers and underwear to release the fat cock that popped free and slapped me in the face.
"Just another proud member of staff," Mr. Webber laughed.
"Glad to meet you," I said, wrapping my fist around the warm, hard shaft and giving it a few slow strokes.
"You're definitely good with your hands," Mr. Webber observed, "but how are those oral skills."
"You tell me," I replied, leaning forward and wrapping my lips around his fat, throbbing shaft. I teased the head with my tongue, which made him moan, then I licked around the ridge of the helmet, which made him moan again, then I began sliding my lips down the shaft and filling my mouth with his delicious, pulsing cock.
"Oh yeah, he groaned," leaning back against the desk for support. "Suck me, Tommy," he whispered.
"Mmmph," I agreed, soaking his shaft in saliva, sucking eagerly on it, pressing my tongue against the ridge on the underside as it slid in and out of my mouth. Using my thumb and index finger, I made a ring around the lower part of the shaft and stroked it, pressing my palm against his belly and into his bush.
"Yeah, that's it, Tommy," Mr. Webber panted, starting to fuck his cock into my mouth instead of leaving me to do all the work. "Take that cock, boy," he growled, forcing it past my tonsils and into my throat.
"Unngh," I groaned as he filled my throat with meat and still pushed it deeper.
"Swallow it, boy, I know you can do it," he growled.
I relaxed my throat as much as possible and just let him drive the helmet forward until my nose was pressed against the back of my hand holding the base of his cock, and his musky aroma filled my nostrils. "Mmm," I moaned.
"Oh fuck," he groaned back as my vibrating throat sent shockwaves through his cock, rippling out to the rest of his body. "Do it again," he begged, grabbing my head and holding it pressed against his crotch.
"Mmm," I moaned again.
"Oh fuck, yeah," he groaned again.
And then I had to force my head back against his powerful clutches until his cock popped out of my mouth. I gasped and panted and coughed as his rod bobbed in front of my open mouth with uncontrolled excitement, wanting to be back inside me, back down my throat. "Sorry," I finally managed. "I just needed to breathe a second."
"Take your time," he replied, quickly grabbing his shaft and stroking it firmly until I was ready to take it again. "Just not too long," he growled.
"No, sir," I replied, leaning forward and taking the precum-leaking head back into my mouth. "Mmm," I moaned when the sweet fluid coated my tongue.
"That's just the appetizer. You're gonna get the full meal soon," Mr. Webber promised me as he began jacking his cock even faster.
I just opened my mouth and looked up as his desperate, tense face as he jacked himself closer and closer to the edge. "Feed me," I hissed.
"Get ready," he growled. "Almost there. Get ready." After a few more strokes, he warned me, "I'm gonna cum boy."
I grabbed his swinging balls and squeezed them in my fist. "Shoot your hot load in me, Mr. Webber," I ordered, flicking my tongue out to lick the underside of his helmet again and again.
He pumped his cock faster and faster. "I'm cumming, boy," he warned me again. "FUCK YEAH, I'M CUMMING, BOY!" he roared, and his cock erupted into my mouth. Coating my tongue with his thick, creamy seed. Blasting the back of my mouth with the next shot. "COME ON, BOY, SWALLOW THAT LOAD!"
"MMMPH!" I replied, swallowing the flood as fast as I could. Squeezing his balls to pump out ever last drop.
"COME ON, SWALLOW THAT CUM! THAT'S A GOOD BOY!" he yelled, thrusting his cock into my mouth and pumping out more thick, creamy jizz. "OH YEAH, THERE WE GO!"
"MMMPH!" I moaned, swallowing fast, sucking eagerly. Hungry. Starving. Wanting more cum!
"Yeah, that's a good boy," he finally panted as I continued to devour his dick. "Suck it all up," he added as I pulled off and saw the cum oozing over my fingers that were holding his shaft.
"Mmm," I sighed, catching my breath for a moment as a string of cum trailed from his dick to my lips. I quickly licked the seed from my lips and fist before swallowing the head of his cock again for more.
"Lick it clean, come on," he ordered. "Lick it clean. That's a good boy. Yeah, suck that cum up."
"Tastes so good," I moaned.
"You gonna feed me some too?"
"You're the boss. Come and get it," I smiled and stuck out my tongue to show it covered with what was left of his jizz. Before I could register what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and started sucking on my tongue, then he licked my lips...and my chin. He even grabbed my fist to lick it clean of any drop I'd missed. Then he finished by grabbing my head between his hands and driving his tongue into my mouth before his lips met mine.
"Mmm," I moaned as our tongues danced in my mouth. The heat of his lips pressed against mine. The hot breath from our noses warming our flesh.
"Oh fuck," he grunted when he finally broke away. "I meant you feeding me your cock and cum. But that was...was something else. You're even hotter than your dad said," he laughed.
"What exactly did Dad say?" I asked with a grin.
"He said you're a boy who knows how to treat his daddy right."
After a surprised moment of silence, I smiled and said, "I try."
"That's good to know. And now, I think it's time to see if you're a team player," he grinned, nodding toward the office door.
I looked from Mr. Webber to the office door and back to Mr. Webber. "You and Dad...?"
"Now and then," he admitted with a shrug.
"DAD!" I yelled. "GET IN HERE!"
Dad entered the office in a flash and grinned at us. "Looks like the interview is going well."
"Best interview I've ever had," I smiled, starting to get undressed. "So far..."
"So far?" Dad asked.
"Mr. Webber wants proof that I'm a good team player," I replied before tossing the last of my clothes aside and standing naked...and fully hard...between my dad and his boss.
"I think we can give him that," Dad smiled before starting to get undressed.
"That's the kind of team spirit I'm talking about," Mr. Webber laughed, shucking off his own clothes as well.
"What do you want us to do, boss?" Dad asked with a grin as he stroked his cock into full hardness.
"Yeah, what?" I asked, stroking my own hard cock.
"Well, your oral test took it all out of me," Mr. Webber laughed, so why don't we start with me showing you what a good boss I am?"
Dad and I grinned at each other as Mr. Webber reached out to grasp our hard dicks and pull us together before he sank back to his knees between us.
"Whatever you want, sir," Dad replied, giving me a wink.
"It's good to know how you handle your staff," I smiled.
"Or our staffs," Dad laughed. I just rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. "Oh yeah," he moaned suddenly, and I looked down to see Mr. Webber sucking on the head of Dad's cock before switching to suck on mine. Back and forth. A few sucks each. Dad's cock. My cock. Dad's cock. My cock. Sucking harder and more urgently with each turn.
"Damn, Mr. Webber," Dad finally moaned. "You sure know how to suck cock."
The note of surprise in Dad's comment caught me off guard. "I thought you two--" But Mr. Webber swallowed my cock again at that moment, and all I could do was moan with pleasure as he sucked me. Up and down. Slowly then quickly. Eagerly. Hungrily.
"I usually just fuck the boss," Dad admitted as he watched my cock smoothly sliding in and out of Mr. Webber's mouth.
"Really?" I asked before moaning again under Mr. Webber's ministrations.
"Usually no time for more," Dad clarified. "Oh yeah, boss, that's it," he moaned as he got to have his dick sucked again. Dad looked at me and added, "He has to get home to the wife, poor bastard."
"Oh, what about tonight, then?" I asked, slowly fucking my cock into Mr. Webber's fist as he continued to suck on Dad's cock while we talked casually about him.
"He told her he had to work later, tonight," Dad grinned.
"But not too late," Mr. Webber finally said, looking up at us both and continuing to stroke our cocks. "So if you're both going to fuck me tonight, you'll have to do it together."
"Spit roast you?" I asked.
"No, better than that," he grinned. "I want to try to take both of these cocks in my ass at the same time.
"Holy fuck," Dad and I exclaimed together.
"It could be a very religious experience," Mr. Webber laughed.
"I hope you stocked up on the lube," Dad laughed back.
"You know I always keep stock well under control," Mr. Webber replied, getting to his feet and retrieving lube from one of his bottom desk drawers.
I sat on the edge of the desk and watched as Dad took the lube and started prepping Mr. Webber's ass with it. I smiled, because they had obviously done it before. Very efficient. Very quick. No wasted time.
"I know that's enough for mine," Dad finally said as he was easily finger-fucking Mr. Webber with three fingers in his hole. You think that's enough for two cocks?"
"Better do more. At least four fingers," Mr. Webber replied casually. "Yeah, that's it," he moaned as Dad followed his boss's order and began working four fingers into his boss's ass. Filling it with lube. Stretching it wide. Getting it ready.
"You two are hot," I observed, stroking my hard cock and then wiping up some precum to savor. "Mmm."
"I think I'm ready," Mr. Webber finally moaned.
"Get ready for your turn, Tommy," Dad said, adding lube to his own cock before tossing the tube to me.
"Okay, Dad," I replied, beginning to lube up my shaft as Dad stretched out on the floor and gave me a wink.
"Okay, boss, climb on board," Dad said, stroking his cock casually and holding it straight up.
I watched as Mr. Webber straddled Dad's hips, reached behind him to take control of Dad's dick, brought his ass and the head of Dad's dick into contact, and then easily and casually sank his ass down the shaft in one slow motion. "Oh yeah," Mr. Webber groaned long and low as he descended.
"Fuck," I hissed, watching Dad's cock disappear into Mr. Webber's body like a knife through buttah!
"He knows how to take control," Dad sighed as his cock was driving into Mr. Webber's warm guts. "That's why he's the boss."
"Oh yeah, ride him, Mr. Webber," I hissed when the boss started lifting his ass off of the cock and then lower it back down again. Total control. Smooth motions. Muscles flexing. Both men moaning with pleasure.
"Ride that cock," Dad growled, grabbing Mr. Webber's butt to increase the speed. Helping lift the ass up. Pulling it back down on the cock. Faster and faster. Thrusting his own hips up to drive the head deeper and deeper.
"Oh god yeah," Mr. Webber moaned, throwing his head back. "Fuck me, man, fuck me."
"I think that's your cue, Tommy," Dad called, pulling me out of the viewer-only mode.
"What do I do?" I asked, and Dad laughed.
"Show a little initiative, boy," Mr. Webber barked.
"Yes, sir," I replied, moving in to kneel behind Mr. Webber. "Lean forward," I ordered, pressing against the middle of his back with one hand while gripping my cock with the other. As Mr. Webber's body moved forward, Dad raised his hips to keep his cock buried as far up the ass as he could.
"Come on in, son, the water's fine," Dad said when Mr. Webber was stretched out over him, and I guided the head of my dick toward where the two men were joined. "That's it," Dad sighed when he felt my flesh pushing against his. "Work it into him, Son."
I big my lip, held my breath, and used my thumb to press the head of my cock firmly against Dad's shaft where it disappeared into Mr. Webber's ass.
"Oh god, I need it, Tommy," Mr. Webber suddenly moaned, feeling the head of my cock pressing at his entrance.
"Push a little harder, Son," Dad coached.
I pushed the head of my cock even tighter against Dad's shaft as I pushed my hips forward against Mr. Webber's already filled asshole.
"OH FUCK!" Mr. Webber roared when my helmet popped inside him. "OH FUCK!" he yelled again before settling into rapid panting.
"Relax, boss," Dad said soothingly as he calmly rubbed his boss's back. "Let him get used to it, Tommy."
"Okay, Dad."
"Damn, Son, it feels good having your cock clamped against mine by his tight hole."
"It sure does," I agreed.
For a short while, Mr. Webber's panting was the only sound filling the room. As it began to slow and decrease in volume, I knew he was getting used to having two dicks in his ass. With one final deep breath, he said, "Okay, Tommy, slow and easy does it."
"Oh yeah," I sighed as I slowly started pushing more and more meat into the over-stuffed ass. So tight. So fucking tight! Slowly. Deeper and deeper. Dad stayed motionless, letting me slide my dick farther and farther along his. Combining our heat. Filling the boss's ass with father-and-son cock!
"Oh fuck, I'm glad you suggested hiring your son," Mr. Webber eventually moaned.
"Me too," Dad agreed, finally thrusting his cock gently against mine.
"Oh yeah!" Mr. Webber groaned as both dicks pushed deeper into his guts.
"Let's get this teamwork going," Dad said softly. "When I pull out, you push in."
"Okay, Dad," I agreed.
"But shallow," he ordered quickly. "Make it feel good."
"Yes, sir," I agreed again. And when I felt his hot cock slide a couple inches back along my shaft, I pushed a couple inches deeper. And as I pulled those inches out, Dad pushed in. Slow, shallow movements.
"Oh yeah," Mr. Webber moaned. "That's it, boys. Just like that."
"Your cock feels so good against mine, Son," Dad groaned.
"It sure does, Dad," I agreed as our rigid cocks rubbed back and forth against each other inside Mr. Webber's tight hole.
"So hot," Dad growled.
"Oh yeah," Mr. Webber moaned in agreement.
Slow shallow fucks. In and out. Building fricking. Cock against cock. Held tight by an overstretched asshole. Back and forth. Hotter and hotter. Slicker and slicker. "OH FUCK, DAD!" I suddenly yelled, "I CAN'T STOP!"
"Oh god," Mr. Webber groaned as my cock started to swell and become even harder inside him.
"Cream his ass," Dad ordered.
"YES!" Mr. Webber ordered. "DO IT, BOY!"
"FUCK!" I shouted as my balls tightened, my muscles tensed, my breaths became gasps...and I fired my first shot of cum into my future boss's ass.
"YEAH, SHOOT THAT JIZZ ALL OVER MY COCK," Dad growled, feeling my cum filling Mr. Webber's ass and coating his cock.
"SHOOT THAT LOAD, TOMMY," Mr. Webber order. "BREED MY ASS. CREAM YOUR DAD'S COCK!"
"YES, YES, YES!" I replied as my balls delivered load after load into the tight tunnel. It took every ounce of control not to ram my dick forward. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I growled with every shallow thrust of my emptying cock.
"FUCK YEAH!" Dad suddenly shouted, and I felt his cock throb violently against mine. "CUMMING, BOSS!" he roared as he began flooding Mr. Webber's ass with even more cum.
"Oh yeah," Mr. Webber moaned, and I could feel cum oozing out of his ass around our cocks. "So much cum. Father-son cum. So nasty. So good!"
"Oh god," I finally sighed as my body stopped trying to drive my cock balls-deep up his ass. "That was fucking amazing."
"Or amazing fucking," Dad laughed.
If he could have seen my face, I would have rolled my eyes. Instead, I just said a polite, "Thanks, Mr. Webber," and carefully pulled my deflating cock out of his ass.
"Thank you, Tommy," he replied with a bit of a grunt when I finally popped out of him.
I watched as Mr. Webber reared up and began riding Dad's cock again. "Oh fuck," Dad grunted as his over-sensitive spent cock was being ridden with determination. But he didn't contradict the boss!
"Oh god, yeah, jack my cock," Mr. Webber moaned.
I scooted around to the side for a full view of Dad's big paw stroking Mr. Webber's hard shaft frantically as Mr. Webber road Dad's cock urgently. Dad grinned at me and said, "Remember, Son, the job's never finished until the boss is satisfied."
"OH FUCK!" Mr. Webber suddenly roared, slamming his cum-filled ass down onto Dad's cock and unleashing his own load to spray out over Dad's chest and belly. "TWO LOADS IN ONE NIGHT!" he cheered, shooting more and more jizz all over Dad. "YOU TWO ARE DEFINITELY TEAM PLAYERS!"
"Just trying to keep the boss happy," Dad laughed.
"And guarantee a new job," I added.
"Oh, you definitely have the job, Tommy," Mr. Webber panted as the final cum oozed out of his cock. "When can you start?"
"I thought I already had," I laughed.
When Dad and I finally made it home, we discovered that Grandpa had been waiting up for us.
"What kept you two out so late?" he asked.
"Just helping Tommy get a new job," Dad laughed.
"Well, I've got a job for Tommy right here," Grandpa replied, opening his bathrobe to display his tasty-looking uncut cock.
"Yes, boss," I grinned, kneeling between his legs and taking the job firmly in hand.
"Good night," Dad laughed before leaving us to it.
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