Father-Son Fuck, part 2
by Ken Lucas


     "God, that felt good! What should we do now?" I asked.
     My father got a little twinkle in his eye; he was up to something.
     "Have you ever heard of watersports, son?"
     I answered: "No."
     "Then I have a movie I want you to watch."
     Dad stood up, waked to his dresser, and, after rooting through one of the drawers for a few seconds, produced a singular DVD. After popping it into the player, Dad laid back down next to me. He uttered only one word: "Watch."
     And then, the movie started...
    
     Two men where laying on a bed, in the sixty-nine position, blowing each other. This went on for a couple of minutes until both men stood, and walked into a bathroom. Once inside, one of the men dropped down to his knees and once again began sucking on the other guy's cock.
     "Ready for my piss, slut?"
     The guy on his knees nodded.
     The other guy aimed his cock at his friend's mouth, and started pissing.
      I couldn't believe what I was seeing, as I watched the man on the video gulp down mouthful after mouthful of piss. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the stream of piss stopped. The men then switched positions, and repeated the process. Afterwards, the two men assfucked for about fifteen minutes, the movie turning back to a regular porn flick.

     After the movie finished, Dad turned to me, and asked, "You want to try?"
      I was so turned on by the movie, I immediately blurted out: "God yes!"
     Wordlessly, Dad got up off the bed, and led me to the bathroom.

     Once in the bathroom Dad got out a towel, and spread it out on the floor.
      "Do you want me to go first, son?" Dad asked.
     "No, I want to go first," I replied.
     "Okay," Dad said. "Ready for some piss?"
     "Definitely." 
     I lowered myself down to my knees, just like the guy in the movie. I took dad's cock in my hands, and aimed it at my open mouth.
     "Here it comes," Dad moaned, as piss started flowing from his pisshole. I gulped down it down as fast as I could, but the piss was coming too fast, and most of it stilled down onto the towel. A dozen gulps later, Dad finished his piss.
     "So, did you like it, son?"
     I smiled up at him.
     "A little salty, but great!"
     Dad smiled back. "Well, are you ready to give me some?"
     "Sure!" I cried, standing up as Dad kneeled down.
     "Ready, son?"
     I didn't answer him, I just pissing, covering Dad's face with my golden urine. Dad drank alot more then I did, gulping down nearly all of my piss. My stream was just about coming to an end, when I heard a sound come from the bathroom doorway. There my mother stood, arms crossed, with a shocked look on her face.

TO BE CONTINUED...

(Readers; how should the story continue? You tell me.)