"Damn, your ass is tight, Tommy," my new boss grunted as he plowed into me. "I've never felt anything so tight on my cock."
"Thanks, Mr. Webber." I was bent over his office desk and enjoying the perks of my new night job. "As Dad said, I gotta keep the boss happy," I added, flexing my ass muscles on the invading rock-hard cock.
"Your dad's a good employee," Mr. Webber grunted, tightening his grip on my hips and rapidly plumbing my butt's depths with his shaft. When he'd called me to his office that night, I expected him to need me to fuck his ass again. Instead, he'd decided to see if I took a fuck as well as I gave one.
"I hope you think the same about me," I laughed.
"Oh yeah," he growled back. "You're definitely a well-rounded employee. Able to give and take. I like that."
"So do I," I assured him, as I started swaying my butt back onto his cock as he drove it into me.
"Yeah, that's it," he growled. "Oh fuck, your ass feels so good."
"So does your cock," I moaned. "Oh, fuck me."
"I'm doing my best," he growled, thrusting deeper and harder.
"You'd certainly get a good job review from me," I laughed.
"Smart ass," he grunted, slapping my butt hard.
"Oh fuck, do that again," I begged.
"What, this?" he growled as he slapped my butt even harder.
"Oh yeah," I groaned, shoving my ass back even more urgently on his throbbing cock. "Fuck me, sir."
"You like my dick?"
"Oh yes, sir," I moaned, squeezing my butt muscles on the pulsing, driving shaft.
"It likes your ass," he growled.
"It sure feels like it."
"Does your daddy like fucking this ass?"
"Yes, sir," I moaned without thinking.
"I thought you enjoyed your cocks rubbing each other in my ass a little more than an average dad and son would," he laughed.
"We're definitely not your average dad and son," I grunted. No sense in denying it after I'd already admitted it.
"Your dad's one lucky man," Mr. Webber grunted as he thrust his cock into my ass even more frantically with obvious excitement over the idea of my dad fucking me.
"I'm one lucky son," I replied. "And employee, sir" I added.
"Call me 'Daddy,'" he hissed.
"Oh god, fuck me, Daddy," I moaned, working my ass on his pulsing cock.
"That's it, son, take Daddy's cock."
"Whatever you say, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck me, Daddy."
"I'm not just gonna fuck you, son; I'm gonna breed your ass."
"Yes, Daddy, yes."
"You want Daddy to shoot his load in your ass, son?"
"Yes, breed me, Daddy, breed me," I gasp as Mr. Webber dug his fingernails into my hip flesh and really started yanking me back onto his thrusting cock. "Fill me with the cum that made me!"
"That's my boy," he panted, really going to town on my asshole. Plunging into it. Driving into it. Thrusting into it. Fucking it hard, deep, and fast. "That's my boy," he grunted eagerly. "Oh, my boy."
"Breed me, Daddy," I begged, "BREED ME!"
"I knew you wanted my cum, boy," he growled. "Always wanted Daddy's dick and cum."
"YES!"
"You're gonna get it," he warned, "every last drop."
"YES, DADDY!" I yelled, thrusting my ass back as hard as he was thrusting his cock forward. Plunging it deeper than ever thanks to our combined, urgent desire.
"OH FUCK, TAKE DADDY'S LOAD, BILLY!" Mr. Webber roared.
"BREED ME, DADDY!" I roared back...ignoring the fact that he got my name wrong.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" he warned me.
"FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, DADDY!" I yelled.
"YES!" Mr. Webber replied as he drove his desperate cock deep inside me. "FUCK!" he roared as his daddy dick started pumping his jizz into me. Throbbing. Pulsing. Gushing. Filling me with his hot, creamy load.
"Oh god, yes," I moaned as my guts were coated with cum. Hot, gushing cum.
"OH GOD, YES!" he echoed, his hips giving an additional involuntary thrust to deposit his load as deep inside me as they could. "YES!" he shouted one last time as his body shook and quivered and his cock throbbed and pulsed to give my ass the last drop he had promised.
"Thanks, Daddy," I whispered, gently flexing my ass muscles on his spent cock.
"Oh fuck," he grunted. "I needed that."
"So did I, Mr. Webber," I replied as his dick continued to soften and started to slip out of me. I squeezed my butt on it, trying to keep it inside me.
Mr. Webber chuckled, "That's all I've got for tonight, Tommy."
"Can't blame a guy for trying," I laughed back as his cock popped out of me.
"It's nice to discover you're such a versatile employee," he sighed as he gently rubbed my butt cheeks. "Really nice."
"Thank you, sir," I replied, clenching my butthole tight to avoid leaking his cum.
"Okay," Mr. Webber replied matter-of-factly, "time to get back to work."
I looked up and saw that he was zipping up his trousers as he moved back around his desk. "Yes, Mr. Webber," I replied, pulling up my underwear and jeans. "Thanks for the break."
"See you tomorrow night, Tommy," he grinned at me as he sat down at his desk.
"Giving or taking?" I smiled back.
"I like to keep my employees guessing," he replied seriously as he started shuffling the papers on his desk.
"Yes, sir," I replied as I finished making myself presentable. "Tomorrow night, sir."
"Or the next. I'll let you know," he concluded without looking at me.
"Whenever you want me, sir," I replied before stepping out of the office and closing the door behind me.
*****
I could feel the boss's cum trying to ooze out of my ass, so I figured I should stop in the restroom and clean up a bit before getting back to work.
"Oh yeah, Dad, that's it," my dad panted as I stepped into the restroom.
"You like my cock, Son," Grandpa growled.
"You know it, Dad."
I casually opened the door to the handicap stall and revealed my dad getting fucked by my grandpa. "What the fuck are you two doing?" I laughed.
"If you still don't know," Grandpa grunted, "you're not as smart as I thought."
I just grinned back as Grandpa continued fucking Dad without even a slight pause. Just delivering his hard uncut cock into his son at a nice steady pace.
"There's an opening for a night security guard," Dad informed me. "Dad thought he might fill it."
"He's certainly filling your opening," I laughed.
"Gotta make sure I get a good recommendation," Grandpa chuckled.
"I'm sure you will, but shouldn't you be saving that for the interview?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I saw you going into Webber's office earlier," Dad grunted as his dad's cock continued plumbing his depths, "so I figured Dad has to manage the interview on his personality alone."
"But I was all ready to do some fucking," Grandpa growled, thrusting his rigid meat into Dad's ass to prove his desires.
"Then it's a good thing Dad is letting you work off that extra energy. Mr. Webber was in the mood to do the fucking tonight." I winked at Grandpa and casually rubbed the seat of my jeans.
"You mean your ass is full of Webber's cum?" Dad asked eagerly.
"Sure is," I replied. "That's all he was interested in. Making a deposit. I didn't even get off."
"Ungrateful bastard," Grandpa grunted, really driving into his son. I guessed the thought of my ass being filled with the boss's cum was turning him on even more.
It was also turning on my dad. "I wanna eat Webber's cum," he informed me with a look of pure desire.
"Whatever you want, Dad," I smiled down at him. Then I turned around, lowered my jeans and underwear, and bent over in front of my dad. "Oh fuck," I moaned when Dad grabbed my butt cheeks, spread them apart, and dove in to feast on my cum-filled asshole.
"That's my boy," Grandpa grunted as Dad eagerly licked and lapped at my tight pucker...which I relaxed just for him.
"Mmm," Dad moaned as he tasted the cum that began oozing out of my asshole.
"Nothing like a late-night snack," Grandpa laughed.
"Mmmph!" Dad replied as he kneaded my flesh, slurped on my pucker, and eagerly tried to work his tongue inside me for more.
"Eat me, Dad," I moaned, letting my body go limp as dad devoured my asshole and the cum that was filling it and leaking out of it.
"My boy sure likes cum," Grandpa laughed.
"I guess it runs in the family," I replied, giving him a smile over my shoulder. "And when he's finished back there, I've got a fresh load for him as well."
"That's it, Tommy. Let's fill your daddy with cum at both ends."
"I'm ready whenever he is, Grandpa."
"I'm fucking ready right now," Dad growled as he spun me around and my rock-hard cock slapped him on the cheek. "Feed me your cock, Son."
"Oh yeah," I moaned as my hard dick quickly disappeared into Dad's warm, wet, sucking mouth.
"I hope you're ready to go," Grandpa grunted, "because I was about ready to fill my boy with cum when you interrupted us."
"After the fucking I got from Mr. Webber and with Dad's oral skills," I moaned, running my fingers through Dad's thick hair, "I doubt that I'll last very long this time, Grandpa."
"That's a good boy," Grandpa growled. "Both of you."
I tightened my grip on Dad's hair and started fucking his mouth in rhythm with Grandpa fucking his ass. Both of us filling him with cock at the same time. His mouth. His ass. Driving into him. Dominating him. Doing him. Faster and faster. I could see the desire growing on Grandpa's face even though he was looking down and watching his hard cock gliding in and out of his son's asshole. Lust on his face. Lust in his fucking.
"I'm gonna cum, boy," Grandpa suddenly growled.
"Mmmph!" Dad replied
"Me too," I panted, being driven to the edge by the feeling of Dad's skilled mouth sucking on my fucking cock as his own dad fucked him. It never got old for me!
"MMMPH!" Dad begged.
"Then let's do it, Tommy. Let's fill your daddy with cum."
"MMMPH!" Dad moaned desperately.
"I'm about there, Grandpa," I groaned.
"Me too," Grandpa panted.
"We're gonna do this?" I asked.
"We sure fucking are," Grandpa growled.
"Ready when you are," I informed him.
"Then you'd better be damn ready," Grandpa growled.
And at that moment, Dad grabbed and squeezed my cum-filled balls. The surprise and shock pushed me over the edge. "FUCK!" I roared as my dick began to throb and spasm and erupt in Dad's mouth.
"FUCK YEAH!" Grandpa roared as he plunged his cock into Dad's ass and began to unleash his load of cum in the other end.
"I'M FILLING HIS MOUTH WITH CUM!" I informed Grandpa, in case there was any doubt.
"I'M FILLING HIS ASS WITH CUM!" Grandpa confirmed as his hips thrust his cock into his son again and again with every shot of cum that he blasted into his guts.
"FEEDING HIM!"
"BREEDING HIM!
"MMMPH!" Dad suddenly roared.
"I think he's cumming too," Grandpa laughed as his body shook and he filled Dad's ass with more cum.
"MMMPH!" Dad roared again, confirming Grandpa's conclusion.
"DO IT, DAD!" I yelled, knowing he was spraying his load all over the floor as I continued to blast shot after shot of hot cum into his hungry, greedy mouth.
"Oh boy," Grandpa finally sighed.
"Oh boy," I sighed, giving him a smile in agreement.
"Mmm," Dad sighed after his body shook with total satisfaction one final time.
"Okay, Dad, I have to get back to work," I informed him when he just kept sucking on my spent cock.
"Spoil sport," Grandpa laughed as he gently pulsed his own spent cock in his son's ass.
"The only fucking I get paid for is with the boss," I replied with a smile as I pulled my dick out of Dad's mouth.
"He's right, Dad," my dad replied, licking his lips and grinning up at me. "Better get your dick out of my ass and get ready for your job interview," he added, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Grandpa.
"Whatever you say, Son," Grandpa replied with a smile as he pulled his spent dick out of Dad's ass. "Especially since you'll be my boss if I get the job." He grabbed some toilet paper and gave Dad's ass a quick wipe with it before tossing it in the toilet bowl.
"Not exactly," Dad laughed, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping his cum up off of the floor. "I'm not in charge of security."
"Too bad," Grandpa replied as he grabbed some more toilet paper to wipe his cock clean. "Looks like you're more in charge of cleaning up."
"Now and then," Dad laughed as he stood up and flushed the cum-filled paper down the toilet bowl.
"What a waste of cum," I said.
"Even I wouldn't eat cum off of this floor," Dad laughed as he put his cock away.
My cock had been sucked so clean by Dad that I just pulled up my underwear and jeans, tucked my spent dick away, and zipped up.
"Well, who's showing me to the boss's office?" Grandpa asked as he stepped out of the cubicle to wash his hands.
"I will," Dad replied, stepping up beside Grandpa to wash his hands as well. "Tommy better get back to work."
"Yes, Dad," I replied as he scooped some water into his mouth, swished it around, and then spit it out.
"See you at home, Tommy," Grandpa called as he left the restroom.
"Dad," I said as he grabbed the door.
"What?"
"Do you know a Billy?"
Dad thought for a moment, then he shrugged. "Not that I can think of. Why?"
"Oh, no reason," I replied casually. "I just thought there might be a Billy who worked here."
Dad shrugged again and followed Grandpa out. The door closed, and I started to wash my hands. "So, who is Billy, Mr. Webber?" I asked myself in the mirror...and obviously got no response.
As I was drying my hands, the restroom door opened a little and Dad poked his head back inside. "You're not talking about Bill Webber are you? The boss's son?"
"Does he work nights?" I asked innocently.
"No, he's on the day shift. See you at home," Dad finished before letting the door close again.
"Billy Webber. Hmm. The boss's son," I said softly...and my dick jumped in my jeans.
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