Cruising & Coc - I'm Addicted

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 9

A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.

My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked my cock, I love spunk and piss but I'm not queer, I love fucking women too. I live with dad and to earn more money we been filming porn together.

If you're confused, please have a read of the previous chapters.

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Just so you're aware this chapter contains a gay incest scene and the term "son or boy" means that the character is over eighteen years of age.

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After filming a medical fetish porn film with dad on Friday night I had a quiet weekend, I needed it to allow my buggered arsehole to recover, I had a lay in on Saturday morning, by the time I got up dad had already gone out so I went to the gym, met a few friends and ended up having a few beers, I'm not a big drinker despite being a keen rugby player, the two don't necessarily go together, and then having a evening in gaming at a mates house, it was the same mate that is the local porn dealer and it always ended up with the lads watching porn, I just hoped that the porn didn't feature me.

Sunday, if dad and I were both at home, dad cooked a traditional Sunday lunch, I helped dad in the kitchen, well I laid the table and dad did the cooking and we stuffed ourselves, over a beer dad asked, "what have you got on next week?"

"Work, gym, work, gym," I answered.

"If you want to earn some more money there's a porn shoot on Tuesday evening," dad said.

"Will you be there," I asked, I felt safer if dad was around knowing that he'd step in and stop things if I didn't want to do something, better him than the tradie.

"Certainly will, what's better than watching your son get fucked up the arse," dad laughed, "the boss man wants you to do two scenes and I'm doing one scene, your cock and hole are more in demand than mine, not that my arsehole is for sale."

"Not yet anyway dad," I said, I wondered if he would open up his arse one day.

"For that remark you can do the washing up and let your dear old dad fall asleep in front of the television this afternoon," dad laughed.

"Well, you're not getting any younger, surprised you can still get hard, I could give you a hand," I told him and stood up and dropped my shorts and bent over the table and waggled my arse, I still had my underwear on though.

"What did I do to get a son like you, offering your arse on a Sunday as well, you'll never go to heaven," dad said and as he walked past to get the dessert he slapped me hard on my arse, I yelped, the bruises I'd got from having a hypodermic needle shoved in each arse cheek at the last porn shoot were tender, dad laughed.

Over dessert I asked, "So what are the porn shoots he wants me to do?"

"The one on your own is a twelve men fucking your arse in turn while you're restrained over a fuck bench, they'll either spunk in your arse, spunk over your arse or spunk over you face," dad said with a perfectly straight expression on his face.

"What?" I said, my facial expression was a what the fuck expression.

"If the boss man has got any financial sense, he'll be charging the men that are lined up to fuck you a fee," dad said.

"You don't have to do it Sam, up to you but just think of the money," dad told me, I was thinking how my arsehole would feel after taking a dozen cocks.

"I'm doing a shoot fucking your sisters," dad said.

"What? but I haven't got any sisters, and you haven't got any daughters unless you haven't been telling me something," I told him.

"You can be thick sometimes Sam, of course you haven't got any sisters, my two daughters are porn actress," dad said and just shook his head at me.

Dad carried on, "He wants to do a whole series of family shoots and we're the family."

"Does that mean...?" I asked.

"You'll have to wait and see Sam," Dad said and smiled at me, "but before you ask, I don't know what your other shoot is, he hasn't told me.

Monday I was back at work, covering for somebody that was on holiday, so I was on a new route, I hated that as not knowing the area it always took longer, and I was always running late. Pulled up outside a smart house on a small estate, all detached houses, each one of a different design, double garages, shutters on the windows, well-kept gardens, you know the type of house. Parked on the drive was a black ford pickup, it was gleaming, I'd love one of those but even selling my cock and arse it would take a long time to save up enough money to buy one.

I loaded the delivery up on the trolley and wheeled it around to the side gate and back door, we were given delivery instruction, "side gate, back door, ring bell and enter" I'm surprised it didn't say "and kneel down and bow head," some of the customers seemed to think that we were servants.

I rang the doorbell opened the door and walked into a huge designer kitchen, all very smart and very expensive. I heard a man shout, "I'll be with you in a minute," so I stacked the bags of groceries on the island work top. I heard the man come into the kitchen and said, "No substitutions, frozen products are in that cooler bag," pointed at a bag and then turned around, I recognised who it was, it was Charlie, the lad I'd met when I last went cruising.

"Hello Sam, I didn't realise you delivered here," Charlie said.

I looked embarrassed at seeing him, Charlie was looking good, dressed in a designer tee shirt, expensive looking jeans and a pair of trainers, he filled the shirt and jeans nicely showing off his muscles and tatts and here I was in my grotty old work uniform, hardly designer gear. "You're looking good Charlie," I told him.

"You don't look too bad yourself, better if you weren't wearing that work gear," he laughed and then quickly said, "I don't mean naked," he looked embarrassed.

"It's OK mate, I know what you mean, have to wear this when I'm working though, even wearing underpants instead of a jockstrap," I told Charlie. "Nice house you've got here, guess that's your car on the drive as well."

"Its not my house, well it is sort of, one of dads company's owns it so I get to live here as a perk, and the car is a company car like I told you. I rattle around here, just me and occasionally my sisters dog," Charlie told me. Oh, to have a well off dad I thought, "I work from home so go a bit stir crazy sometime that's why I swim and gym a lot."

"What do you do for a living?" I asked, I'd assumed that he did a physical job.

"Don't say anything but for my sins I'm an accountant, most people just go, oh, when I say that," Charlie said.

I couldn't resist it and went, "Oh."

Charlie just laughed, "do you want a cup of tea, I'm putting the kettle on?" he asked.

"Sorry, I can't, my van is tracked so I can't spend too long at each delivery point, I have to arrive at the next delivery at a set time window," I told him, I needed a drink as well, "bit of a cheeky question but could I use your toilet, dying for a piss."

"Course you can Sam, just down there, first door on the right," Charlie pointed out of the kitchen. I had a quick nose around, separate dining room and smart lounge, a study and a few other doors that were shut, a hallway that was bigger than my bedroom and then the toilet. I had a piss and washed my hands if only so I could use the thick towels.

I couldn't resist it so slipped off my trainers, at least they supplied trainers that didn't look too bad even if they were steel toe capped, pulled my polo shirt and trousers off and threw them over my shoulder, my cock was already getting hard in my tight briefs, and walked back to the kitchen, afterwards I realised that there could have been somebody else in the house.

Charlie was unpacking the bags, "thanks for that, I needed that, I'll be off," I said.

He turned around to say goodbye and a big smile appeared on his face, I was standing there showing off my stiff cock covered in my underpants, you could tell that I'd skinned back, and the material was showing off my cock head.

He walked across and grabbed hold of my cock through my underpants, that was a first for me as so far when cruising or doing porn apart from the doctor on the last shoot no man had held my cock. He leant forward and kissed me, and I responded, he smelt clean and fresh, I could have bent over the kitchen island and let him fuck me there and then but instead I said, "Nice to see you mate, got to get back to work," and pulled away from him and got dressed.

"You bastard," Charlie said with a big smile on his face, I looked down at his crotch and could see that he was getting hard, "look mate do you want to meet up sometime this week?"

"That would be good Charlie, any night but Tuesday, I'm out," I said, I couldn't tell him I was shooting porn could I, "message me, bye," and I walked out wondering if he would and did I want to go through with meeting him.

I pulled up at the next delivery and my phone bleeped, it was a message from Charlie saying, "I had to stop work and have a wank, shot a huge load all across my chest, your fault Sam," I smiled.

We got to the industrial unit early on Tuesday evening, the tradie was waiting for us, he seemed to have turned into the boss mans side kick, well when it suited the boss man anyway. Dad smiled as the tradie told us that dad was filming first with two girls, then it was me with the twelve men, that gave dad time to recover for the final shoot involving me. I laughed when dad said, "I'm surprised that he hasn't been given a clipboard, I'm so going to fuck him hard again soon."

Dad and I got changed, dad ended up wearing a stained pair of underpants, dirt and oil stains, not piss and cum stains, and a dirty well used boilersuit, he was supposed to have just come home from work. I just had a black jockstrap to wear, all I needed to show off my fuckhole.

The set was all lit up, three cameramen including the one that I'd sucked off at the last porn shoot, he looked across and winked at me, I stood out of the way to watch dad perform, perhaps I'd critique his performance afterwards I thought. On set, which was supposed to be a scruffy front room, worn furniture, untidy and dirty, there was only two walls to the room, a side wall and a back wall with a window in it with a light shinning through. There were two young women standing there, both dressed in tight tops to show off their great tits, one was wearing a short skirt, and I could see her little skimpy panties and the other wearing a very tight pair of shorts that clung to her arse. One was blonde, her hair tied back into a short ponytail, she was a few years older than me and the other girl was dark haired, almost a crop cut and was younger than me, I suppose that fitted in with being my sisters.

The boss man had appeared and was taking to dad, "Right, you know what to do, when you're all ready let's get on with it," and the two girls sat next to each other on the grotty sofa, one unbuttoned her shorts and the other lifted her skirt up to show off her white panties and they started kissing each other, one rubbing the others tits and the other rubbing her sisters fanny through her knickers. Dad walked into the room.

"For fucks sake, I've been working my arse off at work today and you've been doing fuck all and just lezzing it up," dad told them, they just looked at dad and grinned.

"And the blokes at work are calling you both sluts, you're letting them all fuck you, up your arses as well," dad said.

"Well, they buy us drinks and fags so why not," one of the girls said, then said to her sister, "rub my clit harder."

"Well things are going to change around here, you're going to earn some money and the only talent you've got is between your legs so I'm going to sell that, I'm going to put you on the game, I'm going to sell your holes, no more giving it away for drinks or fags, understand?" dad said, "so strip off and show daddy what you've got," as dad dropped his boilersuit followed by his underwear and let his cock loose.

For the next twenty minutes I watched dad use my so called sisters hard. He licked their fannies and arseholes, he fingered their fannies and arseholes, he forced them down on his cock, he fucked their fannies and then fucked their arseholes, there was a lot of moaning, yelling, shouting and swearing, dad had them kissing each other as they frigged each other off before he stood in front of them, both of them on their knees, and with a grunt he fired his spunk over his daughters faces, they then cleaned dads cock before licking his load off of each other's faces. "I'm going to make a lot of money out of you two whores," he said.

"Cut, that'll do," said the boss man and the lights went off. Dad helped the two girls up, always the gentleman, and the bossman said, "You next," pointing at me and the lights came on over on another set. I was rock hard after seeing dad in action.

I walked across to the set, the tradie was there, the set was just a low stage surrounded by darkness, it was the stage where I'd done my first porn shoot. On the stage was a bench set at the perfect height to fuck, at one end of the bench was a pad for a head, two arms were sticking out with a rope handle about a foot down from the head pad and then at the other end of the bench was two short upright poles with leg supports at the top, the same height as the bench and sticking out at an angle of about sixty degrees, I soon worked out what they were all for. On the stage at the bottom of the bench was a small camera plus light pointing upwards.

"Right then mate, let's get you in position and lubed up, you've got a dozen cocks to deal with," the tradie told me with a huge grin on his face, he was almost licking his lips at the thought of what was going to happen to me.

I lay down on my back on the bench and stretched my arms out and grabbed hold of the rope handles, I lifted my legs and put them onto the leg supports, my arse hole was now on show so guess I was ready for twelve cocks. The tradie stood between my legs with a tube of lube and pushed it into my hole and squeezed, I felt the lube squirt into my arse, he then pushed two fingers in and spread it around, so my ring piece and fuck tube were coated. "Don't worry mate, their cocks will all well lubed as well, they'll slip in nicely," he said.

The cameraman squatted down between my legs and fiddled with the camera, he looked up and me, "this is so none of us have to lay on our backs and film cocks going in your arse, don't want to get lube and cum dripped on us," the cameraman told me, "Nice cunt by the way," he winked at me and walked off.

I looked across and could see the boss man talking to a group of naked men, "OK, you can fuck his hole as hard as you like, cum up his arse, shoot over his jock and chest, get him to suck you off and paint his face with your cum, whatever you want, once you've spunked stand out of the way. The cameramen will be filming from lots of different angles but don't worry, none of your faces will be filmed. Line up over near the stage so we can get some shots of your cock and balls before we start," the boss man said.

I looked the other side of the stage and briefly I thought that I saw somebody that I knew but when I looked again there was nobody there.

The twelve cocks were all in a row and I watched as the cameraman walked along the cocks zooming onto each one. There was quite a mixture of men attached to the cocks, black cocks, white cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks, shaved cocks, hairy cocks all attached to muscled bodies, defined bodies, dad bodies, hairy bodies but they all had one thing in common, their cocks were all hard, their cocks were all big and they were all going in my arse. I wondered where the boss man had got all of them from and I wondered how much he was charging them for the privilege of using my arse and mouth, still as long as I was getting paid, did I care?

The first cock lined up between my open legs and I looked up, my head was hanging over the end of the bench so that my throat was at the perfect angle to take cock. The first cock was attached to a tall, muscled man, shaggy black hair, stubble and an uncut cock that he slapped against my hole, I relaxed and was ready to take his eight thick lubed up inches. He was gentle and pushed his cockhead through my arse pucker and let it sit there so I could get used to it, then fucking me gently but giving me his full eight inches, he got faster and faster and with one last full length slam he pulled out and grunted as I felt him fire his load of hot cum over my arsehole, I felt it running down and dripping on the floor, luckily there wasn't a cameraman laying down filming.

He moved around to my mouth and pushed his softening cock into me for a clean up call.

The second cock was much thicker and even though my hole was relaxed it took some hard pushing to open my ring piece up and gain entry to my arse, not that long but thick pounding away between my open legs, I felt him shoot his load and my arse was filled with his spunk, he withdrew and flicked a few last drop of his cum over my jockstrap.

Next was a cut cock that went straight for my mouth, I started licking his cock head, but he went straight into my mouth, I sucked and licked as he forced his cock down my throat, a few hard shoves and he pulled out of my mouth and spunked up over my face, a huge load that dripped off of my face despite me licking as much up as I could.

I lost count of the cocks that went up my arse or down my throat, I'm sure some of the cocks went twice, my face and chest was covered in cum, my jock was soaked in spunk and my arsehole was full of jizz and I relaxed my pucker and let it drip out.

The filming lights were turned off, so I assumed that this shoot was over, the tradie helped me up off the fuck bench, "you're covered in cum mate, you better go and get showered, your next scene is in thirty minutes," he told me.

I walked to the toilets and showers, my arsehole was still open slightly, so I left a trail of cum behind me. Dad was sitting naked on a bench, he looked at me and laughed, "Bloody hell Sam, you stink of spunk."

"Whose faults that dad? you were the one that got me into this," I laughed, "I watched you fucking my sisters, impressive fucking for an old man, hope that you can get it hard for our next scene."

"No need to worry about me Sam, look," dad said and pointed at his cock that he was wanking gently and I watched as he became fully erect, "get showered and wash all that cum out of your arse."

I emerged out of the shower, clean both internally and externally. Dad was now dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, he looked at me and asked, "You know what's going to happen next?" I nodded, "and you're OK with it?" I nodded again, "just think of the new car, bathroom and kitchen," dad laughed.

"Show me your hole," I bent over and spread my arse cheeks open, "well at least you've closed up for the next scene, put these on," dad told me and slung a pair of baggy boxer shorts at me, the kind of underwear that lets everything hang loose and you can buy at the local market stall at three pairs for a tenner. We walked across to the set, it was a bedroom, just like mine at home but very messy, dirty bedclothes, empty cans on the floor and dirty washing strewn around and on the TV in the corner porn was playing. The boss man told us what he wanted, dad looked at me and winked and said, "OK son, lets get on with this."

I laid down on the bed face down with a sheet just over my legs so that my boxer clad arse was on show, although the sheets looked dirty, they smelt fresh although I could see a big spunk stain, so they were "preloved."