Hey Guys! Here's the penultimate chapter of The Insatiable Boy. I'm finishing up the final chapter which should put the story at a good place to stop. This chapter involves incest play, daddy / son kink, spit, breeding, snowballing and other the usual raunchy stuff. Please let me know what you think and check out my other stories as well.
Chapter 6: Gavin becomes part of the family
It had been three weeks since I last hooked up with Kareem. He'd been busy- taking care of the last few bits of paperwork in order to transfer to school next semester. We'd been texting in the meantime- trading nudes and even had a late night phone sex session. I tried to play it cool, knowing that eventually we'd get to meet up and that's when things could really kick off. There was still that 6'2 Persian elephant in the room that we hadn't dealt with yet. Things with his dad were still a bit fresh, and he didn't want to start parading me around the house, bringing me out of left field. By now, he'd fully come out as bi, and his dad had taken it quite well. Because they were so close, Kareem wasn't worried about not getting his acceptance. It was the fact that he was sleeping with one of his dad's boys that made him nervous. He assured me that all would be well, even inviting me over Friday night as his dad would be out of town. He was due to go back to his mom's and gather the rest of his things, so Friday would be a last hoorah of sorts- that is, until he came to live here for good.
We arranged to meet at his, well his dad's, place after my last class. I managed to spend the entire time, anxiously tapping my foot on the cheap vinyl tile, waiting for my professor to finish up his rant on Plato- all stuff that I'd end up reading on my own when my brain wasn't preoccupied with sex. It was 45 minutes of adjusting the boner in my tight jeans while clenching my hole in anticipation of getting stuffed- pretty much a normal class for me at this point.
I get to his place a little after 6, and although my stomach is grumbling for some real food, I'm a lot hungrier for something else. Kareem answers the door, wearing a white henley with each of the top buttons undone, treating me to a view of his hairy chest. He looks great, with the white color matching well against his caramel skin and dark features. Those green eyes shine like two pieces of emerald when he sees me. He pulls me in for a hug, like two best friends reunited after summer break.
"Hey little bro." He says, wearing a white toothed grin as he rubs my back.
I blush a bit, felling betrayed by my white skin which can't hide the red hue. "Hey, you."
"Good to see you." He says before I slam him against the wall and kiss him like I'd been holding it in for three weeks.
"Haha slow down bro, why don't we have dinner first?" He asks, hooking his fingers on my belt straps.
I raise an eyebrow, "Ah so you really called me over here just for dinner? You sure you're really into guys?" I tease, getting that wicked smile from him.
He reaches his hand around my ass and grabs hard. He could pierce through my jeans with his fingers if he tried hard enough.
"I definitely am." He says with a kiss. "Just wanted to talk about something first before I reclaim this."
I smile, knowing we have a whole weekend for fun. Truthfully, I'm starved, and the scents coming from the dining room are way too enticing.
"You taste good by the way." He says as he leads me into the house, "Better than I remembered."
I see him lick his lips as we shuffle into the dining room. He sets me down at the head of the table and I look over to see two other place settings on both sides of me.
Feeling confused, I ask, "Why is it set for three?"
"Because we both asked you here." says a deep voice that's come up from the basement with a bottle of wine in hand. It's Daddy, dressed in a long sleeve white shirt and khaki pants. He looks like he's ready for a photoshoot, except for his lack of shoes, as he walks over and sets the wine in a bucket of ice.
"Rashad?" I say, not really sure what to call him at this point.
He takes a seat to my left and Kareem follows suit to my right. I look between the two of them, like mirror images- twenty years apart. Daddy senses my worry and places a hand on mine.
"Relax, Gavin." He says, which actually manages to calm me a bit. "Kareem told me about you two- everything." He lingers onto that last word and I feel my heart rate increase.
""I'm not mad at all, trust me." He says, gripping on my palm. "I may have been shocked given the fact that he never showed the slightest interest in guys."
"Until Gavin showed up." Kareem added with a nudge.
"I don't understand, why'd you guys both invite me here?"
Kareem shrugs his shoulders, "To thank you, I guess. I'd always been curious about what sex with guys was like and it wasn't until we had fun that I realized I'm bisexual and not just some straight dude experimenting."
Daddy added, "I never hid my sexuality from my son, but that doesn't mean it didn't complicate things for our family. When Kareem told me, it was like we had this new understanding of each other."
Kareem put his hand on mine as well and I stood there, being held by both men. Daddy went on, "Now I can't say I was thrilled when he confessed that you two had fooled around, especially because I'm not usually fond of sharing my toys." He inched his fingers up my arm, slowly walking up my bicep until he rested his palm on my shoulder blade.
"But I can't say I blame him. I mean, look at you."
I blushed red, feeling my cock get hard at those words. "He's cute isn't he, son?"
Kareem mimicked his grip, closing in on my face, "So fucking cute."
I felt my cock throb in my jeans as Kareem straddled my lap, "Is this what I think this is?" I dared to ask, still not wanting to cross any unwanted lines.
Daddy undid the top buttons of my collared shirt and eased it down, exposing my shoulders and chest. He placed both arms down and massaged into me, rubbing away any apprehension.
"We both want to have fun with you. And really, it doesn't make much sense to have to take turns, right son?"
