Mike Keller woke up in a hotel bed with his arm over his son, still asleep. Both were nude. After checking the time-8:30, really? His mind instantly raced through the previous day, his son’s 18^th birthday.

It started out normal enough. Mike had given him a new pipe at breakfast. Billy made short work of breaking it in on the way to Boston as the two men filled the cab with aromatic smoke. A great time at Fenway Park and a good dinner afterwards led to a night not soon forgotten.

To look at them, you’d think they were brothers. Both were stocky furballs with Billy, already fully bearded, balding and covered with a thick pelt of black hair. He was the spitting image of his Pop, at 45, with his black hair and fur turning to steel.

Since Billy was 16, Mike let his son smoke after he caught him sneaking one of his pipes. After that, a strong bond formed between them, especially when they’d have a smoke together. That bond grew into something neither man could explain at first.

Last night, that all came to a head – so to speak, when Billy, emboldened by the effects of a whole day of beer and pipe smoke reached out and starting massaging his pop’s member through his briefs. It ended with Billy sucking off Pop and Pop bringing Billy to a climax with a hand job. Needless to say the night brought their relationship to a whole new level.

While waiting for the little coffee maker to brew, Mike packed a fresh pipe and sat, watching his son sleep. It didn’t take long for Mike to come to full arousal again as he played the scene over and over in his head. Before he knew it, he was jacking himself and filling the room with sweet smoke. Billy rolled onto his back and his pop reached over and started to stroke his son’s cock, which immediately responded.

Billy woke up to the sight of his ol man blowing out a cloud of pipe smoke, jacking himself with one hand, and jacking Billy with the other. Billy reached out to the nightstand, picked up and lit his pipe. An erotic wave washed over Billy as he got into the rhythm of Pop’s firm hand stroking him. After a while of this, Billy set his pipe down and leaned over to Pop’s throbbing bone and swallowed it down. Pop let out smoky moans as his son blew him.

Billy pulled Pop onto the bed, as he continued to suck the thick uncut 7 inches. He reached down and jacked himself as he maneuvered Pop onto his back, still smoking his pipe while his son blew him. Billy worked his way around to where his cock was nearly in Pop’s face. Pop set his pipe down and reached up, hesitated a moment, and swallowed his son. Billy rolled over to his side and the two 69’d, each growling and grunting through their noses as they worked each other.

Pop felt the low sensation work his way up and he tried to pull away from Billy, but Billy wrapped his arms around his pop and sucked even harder. Pop felt the orgasm coming and not being able to hold it much longer let his dick explode into his son’s mouth. Billy tasted the first wad of sweet cum and sucked even harder, swallowing each load as his pop grunted around Billy’s cock, still buried in his mouth. It wasn’t long after the heady sensation of swallowing his pop’s load that he felt his own climax coming on.

“Aw Pop! I’m gonna shoot! Are you gonna – oh hell yeah, ya are! Oh-huh! Oh huh! Oh-huh! OH HUH! OH HUH! OOHH-HHUUHH! OOOOOOHHHYEAAAH!

Billy shot wad after wad into Pop’s mouth as his body wracked with spasm after spasm. The ol man swallowed the salty-sweet cream of his son over and over mixing with the taste of pipe tobacco fresh on his tongue.

The two lay back for some moments to catch their breath, both spent and caught in the afterglow. Their heads were filled with the mix of desire, incest guilt, mansex musk and the want of learning more about this new twist in their bond as father and son.

The drive home was full of serious talk over what had happened between them. The thoughts and fantasies that led up to their coupling. What they knew of homosexuality. The societal mores involving incestuous thought and deed. It went without saying that this was something that could only stay between them. Homosexuality in a small New England community in the late seventies was one thing. What was happening between them could get them run out of town, or worse.

It was late afternoon when they finally pulled up the drive and entered the small, clean cape cod house. It had been another warm spring day and both men were hot and sticky from the long drive with only the window breeze for cooling. Pop stepped into the shower first to cool off and was slightly surprised when Billy pulled back the curtain, with a slight, sly smile, and climbed in with him. They took turns lathering up and rinsing each other off, with extra attention given to their nether regions.

Billy went downstairs, packed a pipe, grabbed a beer and sat naked on the back porch swing, hauling steady as he watched the twilight sky. Pop, also smoking a fresh pipe, stepped out a few minutes later in his briefs, with a polished wooden box. He stepped back inside for a moment and returned with a bottle of Beam, a beer, and nude.

Pop opened the box to reveal two enormous bent pipes. One briar was an apple, the other, was a billiard. Both had been smoked, but had been kept clean and as polished as the box. Billy let out a low whistle. Not only did it get his dick’s attention, there was a twitch in his chute that Billy wanted to scratch. He was getting ideas, that was for sure.

“Your Grampa gave me these on my 18^th birthday. We only smoked out of them together. They’re yours. Happy Birthday, son. Wanna fire ‘em up?”

“Oh, hell yes, Pop! I’ll be right back!”

Billy returned with a can of Borkum Riff Whiskey, and he picked up the apple and packed it. He handed the can to his ol man and fired up. The smoke was incredible; a big haul was a BIG haul. He watched his pop fire up the big billiard and exhale almost with a moan. Pop cracked open the Beam and took a small swig. He handed the bottle to Billy, who’d never tasted whiskey before copied his ol man. He chased the sweet fire with a gulp of beer and sat back with his pipe. It wasn’t long before each had the other’s cock in their hands, hauling big puffs as they got more aroused.

“Let’s go upstairs, son.”

Pop grabbed the bottle and Billy, the beers and headed to Pop’s room. Billy went to his room and returned with a small can of Crisco. He had been using it to jack off with, but had another idea. Billy hoped Pop would be game.

The two men lay propped up in bed having fired up the big pipes again. They just had another snort of whiskey when Pop took a big draw off his pipe. Billy leaned in and covered Pop’s mouth with his. Pop grunted quizzically, but Billy affirmed. The sensation of Pop’s smoke filling Billy’s lungs made his cock quickly harden, and the twitch in his chute kept getting stronger. The two swapped smoke for some time before crawling onto the bed. Both were jacking the other off as their lips locked in passion.

Billy bent down and licked and sucked on Pop’s cock, looking up to see big hauls come out of his ol man’s furry mouth. Each haul had a grunt or moan behind it as he worked his tongue and lips up and down the thick shaft. Pop’s eyes were closed so that he didn’t see Billy slowly work his way up to a kneeling position.

Billy was able to grab the can of Crisco and jam his fingers in it. He took one finger and slowly inserted it up his pucker. It stung slightly at first, but before long he had his finger buried up to the knuckle and his chute begging for more. Slowly we began working a second finger and Billy felt his muscle slowly open up to take it in.

Pop was hauling hard on his pipe as he felt Billy’s ‘stache graze his shaft as he blew him. He made guttural noises as he felt his tool slide in an out of that hot mouth, with his boy’s tongue licking the head. Unconsciously, Pop had begun rubbing his nipples between his fingers, adding to the sensation in his cock and balls.

Billy was well into three fingers up his hole as he continued to blow his ol man. He pulled his mouth off with a wet smack He reached into the Crisco and started coating Pop’s dick with it. With his dry hand, he picked up the big apple and fired it up. He positioned himself, straddling Pop’s crotch, still greasing up the ol man’s pole. It was so engorged; the foreskin was completely peeled back.

Pop opened his eyes when he felt his cock being lubed. This was a new sensation, feeling his dick sliding in and out of his son’s hand. His eyes widened as he watched Billy maneuver himself with his butt hole inches above his cock.

“You really wantin to try this son? I don’t want to hurt ya. I uh…wh-wh-whoa oh goddam, son! Oh goddam! Oh goddam! Oh goddam! OH GODDAM! OH GODDAM! AHHHOOHH GOOODDAMM! GODDAM! GODDAM! GODDAM! GODDAM! OOOH GODDAM! GODDAM! GODDAM! GODDAM! OOOH GODDAM!

Billy slowly worked the head of Pop’s cock in and out of his hole, taking it slightly deeper each time until finally he felt the head slip past his sphincter. A half dozen more pumps and he was embedded on Pop’s tool. He slowly leaned forward and then sat back up as he felt his chute swallow the thick cock over and over.

Billy was letting out long smoky moans as he worked the big cock up his hole. He had only dreamed what this felt like. He knew that gay guys took it up the ass, but he didn’t fully understand why until now. This, THIS is what it was all about! His cock slapped his stomach as he rode Pop, whose eyes bore into his as they filled the room with heavy pipe smoke.

Mmmmmm…Mmmmmm….MMMMMMM…UNNNNNGH! UNNNGGH! OH YEAH, POP! OHHHHHHYEAHHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHYEAAAAAH! OOOOHHHHYEEEEAHHHH! OH YOUR DICK FEELS SO GOOD! OHYEAHYOURDICKFEELSOGOODPOP! OHYEAHYOURDICKFEELSSSSOOOOGOOOODPOP! HUH-YEAH! HUH-YEAH! HUH-YEAHPOP!

As good as this felt, Billy’s knees were getting tired. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore and slowly dismounted. He rolled onto his back, with his ass on the edge of the bed. He swung his legs up and grabbed his ankles.

“C’m on, Pop! Take your boy!” Billy growled around his pipe.

Pop came around and positioned his cockhead at Billy’s hole. He slowly slid back in and began a nice comfortable rhythm while he stared into his son’s ice blue eyes. Billy rested his ankles on his Pop’s shoulders as the two men coupled furiously. The sensation of that tight hole wrapped around his cock, with his boy hauling on a pipe for all he was worth…his boy…he was fucking his boy, who was begging him to fuck harder and faster. He slammed his cock in over and over as his balls slapped his boy’s asscheeks. Smoke poured out of the two men as they grunted and moaned loudly, each lost in their own senses of the raw, primal act of mansex. Sweat dripped onto Billy’s chest from Pop, who kept up a driving tempo, pushing his member as far as it would go.

YEAH SON! YA LIKIN THIS? YA FUCKIN LIKIN THIS? YEAH SON! FEELS DAMN GOOD! OH YEAH, SON! OH YEAH SON! OH YEAH SON! YEAH, BOY! YEAH BOY! OH YEAH BOY, POP’S GONNA! POP’S GONNA! OHMYGODBOY! OHMYGODBOY! I’MGONNA! I’MGONNA!

“YEAH POP! BRING IT! YEAH POP, BRING IT! YEAH POP, BRING IT YEAH POP, BRING IT! YEAHPOPBRINGIT! YEAHPOPBRINGIT! I’M GONNA! I’M GONNA! OHFUCKPOPIMGONNA! IMGONNAAFUCKINLOSEIT! IMGONNAFUCKINLOSEIT! OHFUCKHEREITCOMESOMYFUCKINGOOOODDAMM! OH! OH! OHHHOLYFUCKINSHITHOLYFUCKIN –AHHH-AHHH-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!

OHSHITBOYHEREITCOMESOHMYFUCKINGGOOOOOODD! OOOOHHHHHMYFUCKINGGOOOOOD! AAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAA!

Both men exploded, Pop shot load upon load up Billy’s ass as his boy’s dick shot up to his black beard, and all down his hairy chest. Pop’s knees nearly gave out as his whole body reacted to the waves of orgasm that pulsed from deep in his balls to his cockhead.

Billy felt the waves of climax deep in his ass that slowly worked their way to his balls. Billy hadn’t touched his cock. By some primal force, both had latched onto each others nipples that sent a direct current to their groins, adding to the animalist pleasures they experienced, tranced as they were.

Pop slowly slid out of his boy with a slight ‘plop’. He climbed onto the bed next to his son and they lay there, slowly recovering from the most amazing experience of their lives.

Both were surprised at the late hour, it didn’t seem like they were at it that long to either of them. They showered together again and had one last smoke before bed. They bade each other goodnight as Billy sauntered off to his bedroom. Pop climbed into bed his mind full of the last two days and what lie ahead for he and his son.

Billy climbed into his bed and laid there himself, his mind reeling with all that had occurred in the past two days. Fantasies revealed and fantasies fulfilled rolled through his mind. He realized that something was not right as he tried to bring himself to fall asleep.

Moments later, he silently crept into Pop’s room and slipped into the bed. He snuggled up to his Pop who laid an arm over his boy and they peacefully dropped off.