Cruising And Cock Im Addicted Pt 23

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 23

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 by cock, I love spunk and piss and had, at last, realised that I was gay.

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

To earn some extra money dad and I had started doing porn shoots together and dad had fucked me, and I'd sucked him off both on a porn shoot and when we were at home together. Dad had been offered a job at the porn studio producing porn films and he leapt at the new opportunity chucking in his old job as it was more money and certainly more fun.

I'd met a lad like me called Charlie, he was the boss of the porn studios son, and we were now seeing each other and certainly fucking together, he'd even called me his boyfriend and I guess we were.

I'd bought a new car that weekend, had a falling out with the car salesman who had become aggressive at the rugby match that we were both playing in later that day and I was now sporting the bruises and injuries to prove it.

Charlie had looked after me that weekend, but he was away for a few days, so I headed home on Monday night.

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

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Dad was already at home when I got back from work, now that he was running the porn studio he didn't have to work shifts like at his old job, so he seemed to have very flexible hours, well I suppose there had to be perks of being the boss. There was another man sitting with him at the kitchen table and as I walked in, they both said, "Hello Sam," I recognised the other man as the "head" cameraman at the porn studios. To be honest I hadn't really had a lot to do with any of the cameramen, I sort of went into a zone when filming porn and tried not to take any notice of what was going on around me and just focused on doing me bit which normally involved cock, I was a true professional!!

"Good weekend Sam?" asked dad, I just nodded, "you know Jack, you've seen him pointing his camera at you at the studio, we're just discussing some new ideas."

I nodded saying, "Hello Jack."

"Your dad is really going to shake things up, make the thing much more organised and professional plus he's brought a whole load of state of the art cameras and sound equipment, ultra-high definition, really small and easy to hold so we can get into the places the old cameras couldn't, all wifi connected so no leads and we need much less lighting so we can film outside of the studio and don't have to cart everything around," Jack said. You could tell he was a techy but even I'd realised that the old set up was a bit clunky and certainly not state of the art.

Dad laughed, "so expect to get a camera where you least expect it Sam," he said.

"Right, I've got to go. Off to discuss with a bride and groom filming their wedding, one moment I'm filming cocks going into holes and the next filming the couples happy day," Jack laughed.

"Thats given me a few ideas, bride getting fucked by all the grooms mates, bride and groom on their wedding night, wonder if we could film them in church with the groom fucking the bride, the vicar, the brides mother," dad said smiling. Fuck me dad was turning into a serious pornographer.

"I bet you're serious about that as well, see you Wednesday about midday, nice to see you Sam, sure that I'll be seeing places most of your mates haven't seen," Jack laughed and walked out the back door.

Dad asked, "Are you going to the gym this evening Sam?"

I shook my head saying, "bit stiff after the rugby game on Saturday so having a few days off."

"Well in that case open a couple of beers and I'll organise dinner, tell me about your weekend," dad said.

I started with the car, showed him pictures of it, told him about the car salesman and the rugby match and what happened and about me winning the man of the match award. I didn't say anything about Charlie and me, I would when the time was right, dad didn't ask about where I was at the weekend, as long as I messaged him to tell him I was staying out he never asked.

Dad was impressed with the car and the price I paid; he wasn't so impressed with the car salesman and the incidents at the rugby match but as he told me, "I'm sure you can cope with it all, you're a big boy now," and just laughed. Over another beer I asked him about the plans for the porn studio.

He opened another two beers, "well as its the only way I'm going to earn money it's got to work, I've told the boss man what I want to do and he's happy, his son, Charlie, nice lad, handles the financial side of the business and he coughed a bit when I told him how much all the new equipment, website, distribution was going to cost but he eventually agreed realising that you've got to spend money to make money so as of today things change, I'm in charge.

I laid the table and dad started to serve the food, dads own recipe, hot chilli and rice, one of my favourites except for the morning after. Dad carried on saying, "So as of today all performers have regular sexual heath checks, all performers sign a model release form, and all performers have to produce two forms of identification. No more being paid in cash, the performance fee is made by bank transfer so hard luck if you want to be called Fred Flintstone and you don't want your wife or girlfriend or boyfriend to know what you're up to by being paid in cash, we're going to do it all properly and legally. I want talent that will take the job seriously not someone that thinks it will be a laugh, not someone that the tradie has picked up from a cruising site," I smiled because that's how I'd got into porn, "I'm going to keep him on, he's useful working at the studio doing all the odd jobs. I've had a word at the sex club and going to get the new talent from there, might do a few auditions, run the new talent on test so to speak," dad said and paused for a few mouthfuls of food before saying, "Might even let some men or women who've always wanted to do a one off porn shoot or fuck or get fucked by a porn star have a go, don't need to pay them, they'll pay us for the privilege."

I put my fork down and said to dad, "You're really going for this, you've really thought this through haven't you dad?"

He looked at me, "it's got to work, it's about time I made some money and had a few nice things in life, apart from you what have I got? a house that needs some serious work done on it, a mortgage, an old car that won't last much longer, haven't been on holiday for years so yes, I'm going to become a porn producer and make some money, you going to join me Sam?" dad asked.

Strange thing to ask your son, do you want to do porn, but I did, I loved doing it, I got a thrill from it, it gave me a buzz being used like a whore and I got paid for it, so I said, "Of course dad, yes please dad."

Dad smiled, "good lad Sam, guess you need to earn some money as you've spent it all on a new car. So tomorrow you and I are going to the doctors for a check-up," he said. Oh, fuck I thought, I don't like doctors, well not after the last time I went and had a medical and ended up with my holes stretched open and, of course, filmed.

I got home from work, still wasn't ready for the gym as I was recovering from my rugby club incident, so showered, pulled on some clean sweats and waited for dad. He shot through the door, shouted, "Just going to have a shower and appeared a few minutes later naked and wet, I got a good look at his daddy dick. Twenty minutes later we were at the surgery, it was in one of the big houses on the edge of the town, we parked up and dad pressed the buzzer, and we heard the door unlock so went into the reception, it was nothing like my GP's surgery, this one was very smart and designer, comfortable seats, tea and coffee available, obviously a private practice. I looked at some of the brochures while I waited, the practice offered gynaecological services, I wondered what these services included.

The door at the end of the reception area open and the doctor walked out, "hello, nice to see you both again, come on in and let's get the tests done, don't look so worried Sam," the doctor said. I'd met the doctor before, his name was John, a muscled older man, grey haired cut well with matching stubble. He had a big nine inch cut cock with a slash of a piss slit and big shaved low hanging balls. I'd worked with him on a porn set a few times before and been on the receiving end of his cock and some of his medical procedures and seen him take a few cocks in his arse as well.

Dad and I walked into the examination room, the room could have been used as a porn set, the examination table with the stirrups fitted, there was a few small stainless steel trolleys that had a range of surgical instruments on them, huge speculums, big dildos and butt plugs, enema equipment and there was even a fuck machine parked in the corner of the room, I wondered if John really was a gynaecologist or just a pervert.

"Don't worry about all of this," John said and gestured at all the equipment, "normally my nurse would tidy this all away, but I let her go early as I knew you two were coming."

Dad was holding a huge dildo, it needed two hands to pick it up and asked, "Do you actually use this on a patient?" he asked.

"Certainly do, I used it today on a lovely older very well off lady, I open her up with the dildo then fist her till she squirts," the doctor said.

Dad held the huge mass of latex up to his nose and sniffed, "I can smell her on it, love to see her being used, will she let us film her?" he laughed. Now I know why I can be so perverted; I get it from my father.

"I doubt it, anyway doctor patient confidentiality but I know somebody who would," said the doctor.

"Who?" dad asked.

"My nurse," replied the doctor, "she knows I help out on porn shoots, it's all she can talk about and when we're working she spends most of the time wet between her legs and keeps having to use one of the big dildos on herself in the toilet. She has very accommodating holes that I could work on with all the toys and equipment I have here, I know she'd be up for it. I'll sound her out and let you know," he told my dad.

Dad ran his hand along the length of his hardening cock that was showing through his jeans, "I'm getting hard just at the thought," he laughed.

"Dad!" I exclaimed.

"What?" he said, "I didn't empty my balls this weekend, bet you did?" dad told me.

"Numerous times dad, numerous times," I told dad.

Dad smiled saying, "Wonder if we could turn the tables, have a women fist a man till he shoots doctor?" and looked at me.

"No way dad, I'm not having a hand shoved into my arsehole," I answered, and I meant it.

"We'll see Sam," dad said.

"When your father and son double act have quite finished lets get on with the tests can we?" the doctor asked.

"Before we start John, can you have a look at Sam please? He had a hard rugby game at the weekend and has a few injuries, especially his ribs," dad asked the doctor.

Before I had time to protest John the doctor said, "Of course," and he picked up his stethoscope, "strip down to you underwear, don't be shy, I've seen it all before," he'd done more than just look I thought so I just stripped off till I was standing there semi naked.

"Few nasty bruises Sam," he said as he ran his hands down my torso and then gently pushed where there was a big bruise forming over my right set of ribs, I took a deep breath, "is that painful Sam?'" the doctor asked.

"I can feel it but it's not too bad," I told him.

"Breath in and out for me Sam," the doctor told me, and he listened using his stethoscope, "sounds fine, if you'd broken a rib you'd be struggling to breath without pain, ribs are just bruised badly," as he squatted down running his hands over my arse cheeks and legs, "nasty bruise on your shin bone on your left leg but you'll heal quickly so lets get on with the tests for both of you." I went to get dressed but the doctor said, "no need Sam, stay like that," I wondered why but did as I was told.

The doctor carried two trays across that had the test kits on them, "should only take about fifteen minutes so lets get started, throat swab first," the doctor said. I had no problem with a swab down the back of my throat, but dad coughed and spluttered, the doctor laughed saying, "That's why your son can suck cock so well, hardly any gag reflex. Rectal swab next so drop your pants and bend over the examination table."

Dad dropped his jeans and pushed his underpants down to his knees and I did the same with my underwear, dad and son bent over a table showing off our arses. I felt the doctor push a swab through my arse pucker, it went in easily and he pushed it in and out a few times before pulling it out and snapping it off in the specimen tube. Dad moaned again saying, "Fuck that's big, you shoving a toilet brush in my arse doctor?"

"It's only a small swab, haven't you had and toys or played with your arsehole before?" the doctor sounded amazed.

"Course not, had a girlfriend who used to try and get a finger up there a few times," dad answered.

The doctor looked at me and said, "Sam, you're going to have to do something about that and show your dad what he's missing," I laughed and nodded, I wonder if dad was up for it though?

"Urine sample next please, I know you're piss shy Sam so are we going to have a problem? I have a catheter set if necessary, and the doctor picked up the tube from the trolley holding it up so we could both see.

I'd had a catheter pushed down my cock before by the doctor and didn't want that experience again so quickly answered, "Should be OK, not so shy anymore," and John gave dad and I a plastic piss container, it was small. Dad held his cock with one hand and the pot with the other and started to piss, he had no problem filling the piss pot and stopping, he handed the full pot to the doctor who turned away to decant the piss into a sample tube. I grunted and pushed but only a few drops of piss dripped into the sample pot.

Dad smiled and said, "Come on Sam, you can do better than that," and with another grunt from me I started to piss, piss hard and the sample pot started to fill but the only problem was that once I started to piss I couldn't stop, and the pot was nearly full.

I called out, "Doctor, problem is once I start I can't stop and the pots just about full," John turned around and stepped forward so I aimed my cock at him and carried on pissing hard spraying his white tunic and trousers with my piss, grunting hard to get as much of my piss as possible out and over him, my flow subsided but I managed another couple of hard streams till I let go of my cock and handed him the warm full sample pot of my urine saying, "There we are doctor, there's my sample."

Dad just laughed, "think he's getting his own back for his last medical that you gave him," he told the doctor.

At least the doctor smiled as he took the pot from me, he was soaked in my piss, all down the front of his top and his trousers and he was standing in a pool of my urine. He poured some of the sample into the sample tube and put it on the tray. "Don't worry Sam, I've been covered in worse as a doctor," he told me, he undid his tunic and pulled it off over his head. I'd forgotten what a muscular man he was, his grey hairy chest had been clippered quite short to show off his six pack, his big thick nipples that seemed to be about an inch long and half an inch thick, they were red and engorged, more like teats than nipples.

He undid the belt on his white trousers and let them fall to the floor, he was just wearing a dark blue jockstrap the pouch of which seemed to be struggling to contain his cock and balls. "I always wear a jock at work, lets the air get to my arsehole," the doctor announced. He used the piss stained doctors whites to mop up my piss from the floor and then threw them into a box of dirty and used linen and overalls. He didn't make any attempt to put on new whites but just picked up another surgical tray and said, "Last sample, blood," and he looked at me smiling as if to say, "I'm going to get my own back Sam," he knew I hated needles. Last time he'd given me two injections in my arse cheeks and that was bad enough but this time he was going to draw blood from me.

"I'll do your dads sample first so just look the other way Sam," the doctor told me, no way was I going to watch a needle go in to somebody so turned away and then I heard the doctor say, "All done, your turn Sam, come and sit down here," and he pointed to a chair.

"I'd rather not thanks, you've got all you need from me," I managed to say in a quiet voice.

"Sorry Sam, got to have a blood sample, no sample, no certificate and even though you're the bosses son you won't be doing porn, your choice," John said.

I looked at dad who just said, "He's right Sam." Fuck I thought, I was going to have to do it so sat in the chair, my left arm on the pillow that was on the table by the side of me and the doctor tightened the tourniquet that was wrapped around my bicep.

Dad could see that I was scared and said, "Why don't I give you something to take your mind off of it Sam," I thought that he was going to wave a toy around to distract me or give me a sweet like he used to do when I was a kid but no, he had a much better idea. He stood to the right of me, pulled his underwear down, held his cock in his hand saying, "Here we are Sam, here's your dads cock, open your mouth and suck dads cock like a good lad," I automatically opened my mouth, and dad skinned his cock back and pushed his cock head in. I tasted the sharp taste of piss where he hadn't shaken his cock after giving the piss sample but used my tongue to swab around his cock glan and felt the blood starting to pump and dads cock stiffen. "Thats a good lad Sam, concentrate on what you're doing and take some more cock," he told me, and he pushed more of his hard cock into my mouth and down my throat, I started to suck on my father's hard cock and was rewarded with a few drops of precum.

I felt a little prick, no, not the prick that was down my throat but a prick in my arm and tried to pull off of dads cock, he grabbed my head and pushed me back down on his cock saying, "No Sam, I told you to concentrate on what you're doing."

Then I heard the doctor saying, "Thats it Sam, all done, wasn't that bad was it?" and the tourniquet was released, I tried to answer but my mouth was full of cock.

"All done doc?" asked my dad, the doctor nodded, and dad muttered, "Good," and started to face fuck me hard, ramming his cock down my throat till his balls slapped against my chin, then he pulled his cock all the way out, his cock was coated in my saliva, giving me a chance to gasp for breath before pushing his cock back into my mouth and throat, my dad was using me hard.

"I know that you've fucked Sam for a porn shoot, but do you use him at home?" the doctor asked.

"I have a couple of times, we're very open and relaxed at home so I think after a hard day shooting porn and watching other people fucking and me not getting my hole then Sams holes are going to get a lot of use when his dad gets home," dad told the doctor and carried on face fucking me, I just moaned at the thought of my own father using me on a regular basis.

"Good, that what sons are for, and it keeps his hole relaxed and open for when he does porn, I reckon we can do a lot with his arse," the doctor answered, and I moaned again. "Do you mind?" asked the doctor and pointed at his bulging jockstrap.