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Part 1, Chapter 1: Dad Receives a Sexy Belly Button and Nipples Worship In The Morning!

I was sitting down at the kitchen table doing my college homework. Did I forget to mention I was 21 and just finished my associate's degree in Auto Mechanics? Yeah, I was at the top, only a few more years until I would become a Mechanic. This homework was a bit difficult though and as I tapped the table with my pen, I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of excitement. It was a Sunday and Dad would be getting up about now, the clock read 10:05 in the morning when I heard the sound of Dad's bedroom door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and down he came. He lifted one leg over the gate at the bottom and then the other. Walking into the living room, he dropped his clothes on the side of the couch and came into the kitchen.

He had reddish-orange hair and a stubble beard, both peppered with hints of white. He had a big belly that ballooned out roundly over his pajama bottom's waistband and a reddish torso with brownish freckles peppering it. His belly had a bit of hair on it at the bottom and his belly button looked very delicious. It was like the curl of a sea shell with the top lip of the belly button overhanging a tiny bit over the opening. The belly button itself looked kind of shallow. I probably could only fit my index finger up to the first knuckle in it. I examined his belly button more closely. There was gray hair at the back of the belly button pit.

Further up Dad's torso, he had two ample, roundish breasts that bulged out. They had pinkish red areolas which sported gray tufts of hair encircling the circumference. Crowning each of the areolas was a pinkish-red nub of flesh. They were shaped like erasers on pencils and bugged out. Each of these two nipples was probably as long as my thumb finger's fingernail.

Dad walked over to the kitchen counter and pulled out a glass and filled it up with water. He stood there looking out the window. Dad then walked over to the piano and took his phone off the charger. The blue light illuminated his torso, his breasts looked more pronounced, his nipples stood out casting shadows at an angle. His belly button looked deeper... I walked over to him and said, "Hey, Dad guess what?" He set his phone on the lid of the piano that came over the keyboard. "What?" he asked as he turned around. His belly button was right at level with my index finger. I smiled and thrust my finger forward and plowed it into his belly button pit. He looked down in surprise as my long brown finger slid into his belly button. I twisted my finger as he gripped the edge of the piano lid.

My finger twisted in his big belly as his nipples were bugged out and almost seemed to be the second set of eyes staring at me. I grinned while my finger jiggled up and down in my father's belly button. I felt the hair at the back of his belly button scratch against my fingertip as I plowed it into his guts and his belly was warm as I placed my freehanded palm down against it. I watched as his big belly caved in around the finger and I grinned as I twisted that finger and pulled it out halfway only to thrust it back in. I wiggled my finger in Dad's belly button, feeling the heat of his belly button wall, a tender sinkhole pressing against my fingertip.

"Oh ho ho ho, oh yeahhhhhh," I exclaimed as I grinned and nodded while fingering his belly button. He started to sweat and breathe very deeply, his breasts rising up and down with the nipples standing out like eyes pulsing in shock, his big belly rising up and down slowly, "you don't know how long I have anticipated fingering your deep belly button, Dad." I leaned all my weight against that finger as I thrust it deeper against Dad's belly button wall.

Bernie: I grit my teeth and breathed in and out deeply, as this deranged boy's finger dug deep into my belly button wall. I had no idea when he was going to stop, but it was so painful. I tried to move, but couldn't because my feet had fallen asleep as I propped myself against the edge of the piano lid. As his finger dug in deeper, my hands behind my back gripped the edge of the piano's lid even harder, my knuckles turning white. Soon my big belly had invited his long finger to plow up to his second knuckle into my belly button. "Unhhhhhhhhhh..." I moaned out softly as I tilted my head back. He chuckled and then crooned, "So fucking deeeeeeep." as he continued to dig his finger even deeper in...

My whole torso was red, blotchy, and caked in sweat. Rivulets of slid down from between my neck and collarbone, over my breasts, between the wide cleavage of my breasts, down my big belly heaving in and out and collected in the waistband of my boxers. My boxers were giving me a wedgie as I felt the edge of the piano's lid hike them up. My love handles however still were hanging a bit over the waistband. He with his free hand took turns cupping first my right then my left love handles as he jabbed a finger into each tender and fatty side. I tilted my head down and a roll of chin fat was squeezed between my collarbone and my chin as I looked down in disgust at my belly button torture.

As I was watching him fingering my belly button, I felt my nipples grow hard and cold. I looked down and saw droplets of sweat forming on the heads of them. I watched his eyes move up from his finger which was digging deep into my belly button for what seemed like oil, as he looked at each of my nipples. They were now red and bugged out, basically erect. He leaned his head forward and I watched in shock as he formed his lips into an O and suctioned them around my left nipple. His teeth gently bit into it as his lips slowly slid up and down the tender head. I groaned in disgust as his finger mercilessly continued to dig deep into my belly button, my big belly caving in around that finger and his lips bobbing up and down on my nipple. He then started thrusting his finger in my belly button, sharply in and out. I moaned out. "Unh, unh, unh." after every thrust into my belly button. He then popped his lips off my left nipple and then latched onto my right nipple, his lips were bobbing up and down like he was sucking for breast milk. I started breathing deeper. The finger thrusting sharply into my belly button wall felt like I was being punched in the gut with the end of a pole. He then popped his mouth off my nipple, licked his lips, and slowly pulled out his finger from my belly button.

I watched as the blotchy red skin around the tender sinkhole stretched up around the retracting brown finger. Then the finger finally slid out. I glared at him as he stepped back with a smile. "Don't you EVER do that again! I am not telling anyone about this because it is COMPLETELY unacceptable!! Now I am going to go take a shower and then I have to go to Home Depot to pick up some wood for the porch. If you help me, I won't say anything to anyone about what just happened". He said he would help me. I shook my head and trudged into the living room, grabbed my clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Me: I watched Dad go into the bathroom and the shower turned on. Minutes later he came out with his carpenter shorts on, a mesh shirt, and white socks. He walked over to the piano and pulled out his shoes, put them on, tied them, grabbed his wallet and car keys, and said to me, "Let's go". We hopped in the truck and arrived at Home Depot minutes later.

When we stepped into the store, I followed Dad as he turned down one of the aisles. There was wood stacked up on shelves, dark and light wood. Dad took one look at the wood and said, "Next aisle." I followed him and just when we were turning the corner, I spotted a familiar face, my sophomore year gym teacher, Mr. D.

Mr. D was muscular, but also kind of stocky. He had short, trimmed gray hair in a crew cut and thick arms and hands. His fingers looked like sausages. He was walking down the aisle with a clamp in one hand and a handful of dowels in the other. I walked over to him. When he saw me his face lit up. "Hey, I remember you! You were in my gym class, how have you been?" I smiled and said that I was doing fine, but that I had a little proposition for him. I knew he was gay, that there was a story that had circulated that he had slept with a senior football student. I knew he was into belly buttons and nipples like me and the proposition that I had for him would be too hot for him to pass up.

"Yes, I have a little proposition for you. It is actually pretty hot. How would you like to help me inspect my Dad, Bernie's belly button? I think he is overdue for a deep belly button inspection." Mr. D smiled and nodded. He asked me where this would take place. We exchanged phone numbers and I gave him my address. I told him to go home, bring some thin rope, and any other tools he thought would help with the inspection. I would text him when the time was right. He grinned and said, "I just bought this Jorgensen Heavy Duty Bar Clamp and these wooden dowels. I will bring these in addition to the rope. I am sure you have plenty of tools at your house that we can use in this hot inspection." I grinned and said, "Fantastic." I then bid him farewell. After Mr. D left, I texted Dad and asked him where he was. He said he was at the front of the counter and waiting for me to come to help him load the wood into the truck.

The whole ride home I could barely contain my excitement! I kept picturing how soon one of Mr. D's big, sausage fingers would be digging deep into Dad's belly button pit, me taping it all! When we got home, I helped Dad unload the wood from the back of the truck. We then got to work. Dad pulled out the toolbox full of nails and screws, Phillips screwdriver, electric drill, etc... By the time we were done, the temperature outside had risen to 75 degrees. We were tired and sweaty, but we had finally finished the deck. Dad turned to me and said a good job and he picked up the toolbox and drill. As we headed into the air-conditioned house, I pulled out my phone and texted Mr. D to come over. Dad walked over to the island and set the toolbox on the top and then pulled off his shirt.

His whole body was caked in sweat. His bugged out, reddish nipples on his prominent breasts, stared at me. His big belly hung over the waistband of his carpenter shorts and his belly button, a sideways and narrow deep slit. His belly button looked like it was saying, ooooh. I smiled and looked down at my phone and saw that Mr. D texted back: Be there in 5 minutes. I glanced nervously over at Dad to make sure that he wasn't getting ready to get changed. He wasn't. He was looking down at his phone. He finally set the phone on the island, walked into the living room, flipped on the tv, and sat down on the couch. Perfect.

I waited a while and saw out of the corner of my eye, a red truck pull into the driveway Mr. D at the wheel. He got out and in his hands, he had some rope, the Jorgensen Heavy Duty Clamp, and three dowels with each of the ends sharpened to create a skewer. When he slammed the door to the truck shut, Dad got up off the couch and walked over to the window and saw Mr. D walking to the garage door. I already had quietly hurried to the table and texted Mr. D to also hurry because Dad was headed to the kitchen door leading to the garage.

I heard the door quickly shut and saw Dad come into the kitchen from the other room. His breasts were jiggling a tiny bit, the nipples bugged out as if in shock. The belly button formed an open mouth saying, "oooooh" and his nipples, the bugged-out eyes. He looked intently at the door, oh would he have a sexy surprise waiting for him! As he walked to the door, I crossed my fingers, hoping that Mr. D would make it to the door first. It swung open, surprise!

Mr. D quickly stepped in and kicked the door shut behind him. He stretched out one big meaty hand and pressed it into Dad's right breast, making sure to pinch his fingers together to squeeze the nipple as he pushed Dad who was still in shock back into the wall across from him. In one hand Mr. D held the rope, in the other, one of the wooden dowels. Dad's back was now pressed against the wall, palms flat against the wall by his sides; his head tilted down so that there was a roll of fat between his chin and collar bone as he looked down.

I followed his gaze and looked down past his rising and falling breasts with the reddened erect nipples crowning them (Mr. D's meaty sausage fingers were pinching and plucking his right one) and down his big belly slowly rising in and out. The sharp tip of the wooden dowel had entered the opening of his belly button and was digging quite deep into the belly button's wall. Dad's belly was caving in around the wooden skewer digging soooooo deep in. Mr. D grinned and nodded his head while saying, "Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh. It's time for your belly button inspection."

Me: I watched as Mr. D had the thin wooden dowel in his strong grip as he was twisting it very sharply into Dad's belly button. Dad was groaning as Mr. D was grinning. Mr. D chuckled and nodded his head while saying, “That’s it, Bernie, take it nice and deep into your stone belly! What a fucking sexy belly button pit!” He twisted it in a bit more and Dad grunted and grabbed Mr. D’s veiny wrist and tried to pull it back and the dowel out, but Mr. D barked at me to grab the rope and tie Dad’s wrists behind his back. Dad glared at me and together Mr. D and I wrestled his wrists behind his back and tied them. Mr. D winked at me and said in a husky voice, "Close all the shades and blinds, this is an undercover inspection."

My heart literally felt like it was a bird beating out of my chest. Along the way I touched myself and felt the tiny patch of precum seeping through my shorts, I was SO horny!!! First I ran over to the dining room windows and pulled down the blinds and then did the same for the ones in the living room. Heart thudding in my chest, I reentered the sexy scene to see Mr. D had Dad pinned against the wall via dowel point.

Dad's belly was heaving in and out as he tried to flex and pop that sharp instrument out of his sexy body, but the muscular gym teacher made sure that that was going to be an impossible feat! He leaned a bit on the dowel and I squeezed myself below, watching, mesmerized as the hairy hand belonging to Mr. D showed Dad the beginning of a tirade of no mercy. Dad who was now red in the face and torso (all the blood rising probably due to the sexy session he was receiving) covered in sweat and panting grit his teeth, tilted his head back, and gasped out, “Oh gawwwwd!” in erotic pain! That torturous instrument was digging almost an inch into his big belly!

By now, I was shaking with anticipation at what
would happen next! Dad tilted his head back down and a roll of fat squeezed between his greasy collarbone and chin as he watched. Mr. D slowly pulled out the dowel and slipped it into his back shorts pocket then slipped his sausage-sized index finger onto Dad's collarbone. He ran it down the collarbone, circled down and around Dad's breasts (which were heaving in and out), and then ran one sweaty, big finger over Dad's big belly. He traced it under the belly ballooned out a bit over the waistband and then he traced the sweaty tip of his finger in circles around the belly button. Mr. D smirked as he vigorously twisted his finger expertly into the hot and sweaty belly pit. Dad tilted his head back and groaned as this butch man’s big finger thrust in and out of his belly with force. The coach stood there thrusting in and out and then he leaned all his weight on the tip of his fat finger plunged deep into Dad's belly button.

Dad stood there, eyes squinted shut, teeth grit as the rough finger sunk up to the second knuckle, forming a deep indentation in his reddened belly. Mr. D rotated and twisted his finger in Dad's belly button with force, digging it deep into that golden, hidden valley of abs beneath the belly fat. I had been watching how the goosebumps from the damp and cold sweat covered parts of this Daddy- Stud’s body especially his areolas which now formed two pinkish pimply raised surfaces around his erect nipples which were standing straight out, just begging to be sucked on! They remained erect as his breasts heaved in and out as he took in the cool air of the kitchen. I then got my opportunity! Dad moaned and began to slump but I quickly popped my lips over his right bugged out nipple and I needily sucked away.

Dad moaned and leaned his upper back against the wall for support, his head still tilted down as I went to town on his bugged- out nipple. "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh," crooned Mr. D. When Dad had leaned his back against the wall for the support his big belly was pushed out, allowing Mr. D's rough finger to plow even deeper into the belly button! "Digging deeper into your belly button pit, Bernie! See how deep my finger can plow into your belly button? So damn hot to see an older coach finger an older past- high school football jock’s belly hole! I bet you you still do have abs beneath that big belly of yours! If so, it makes your belly hole even deeper to fuck my finger into! What a fucking sexy treat..."

Dad groaned as I propped my elbow against the wall behind him to push his spine out so his big belly would still be bloated out for Mr. D to thrust in deep. This was however getting old fast. I asked Mr. D where we were going to carry out the rest of the inspection for the time being. He said we would bring it up to Dad's bedroom. He grabbed Dad and held onto his arms and steered him past the island. When Mr. D saw the toolbox still sitting on the island, he said, “bring that”. I grabbed the toolbox and followed him up the stairs. As we reached the landing, I gave him directions. He turned down the hallway and pushed Dad ahead of him. The light from the window in my room flooded the hallway that also led to my father’s room.

I could see Dad's love handles slightly overhanging over the edges of the shorts as Mr. D pushed him ahead of him. Mr. D finally shoved Dad into his bedroom and I followed them in, shutting the door behind us. I flicked on the light and watched Mr. D pushing Dad onto his back on the bed, Mr. D’s meaty palms pressing into the Daddy- Stud’s breasts. In my head I wondered how Dad felt, his nipples most likely pressing against the sweaty, hot palms of this dominant coach. Dad glared at us, huffing and puffing in and out in anger. For some reason, at that moment I remembered when I was younger and he would get home from work, just unbutton his shirt and walk around. The way he looked back then, how he had his hair cut and his shirt unbuttoned, he looked like Brad Pitt on the original movie poster for Oceans Eleven.

Mr. D flipped out his phone and made a call. When the call came through he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, hello Bill, this is me. Do you remember that man that came into your auto shop the other day with the reddish-orange hair and the graying beard? Bernie,” I could hear a voice on the other end. Mr. D could see that I was trying hard to listen in so he winked at me, and put the phone on speaker. “Yes, well, I was wondering if you would like to come over and help me and his son with a belly button inspection on him." I heard an excited yes on the other end of the phone, and then Bill said, “I remember him. He was such a hot Daddy- Stud whom I couldn’t just stop staring at’s nipples making those sexy indents in his shirt! Any gay guy would be drooling at the bit to suck them! YES I will be right over, I just can’t wait to get down to sucking some titty!”. Mr. D gave the man our address and then flipped off his phone. He walked over to Dad who was sweating still and breathing heavily up and down.

Dad glared at Mr. D as he smiled down at Dad's nipples. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you are doing here but I want you to get the fuck out of my house, you too!” Dad said pointedly looking at me. I only smiled and walked over to the other side of the bed and got up on it. I bent my head down so that my mouth was over his left nipple. I then popped my lips over it and bobbed my head up and down. My lips squeezed around the fleshy nipple as I savored the tender rubbery head, my tongue running along the tip. Mr. D then bent his head down and popped his lips over the right one. Dad tilted his head back which was hanging off the bed and moaned as our lips popped up and down on his manly titties. "Unhhhhhhh." Dad gasped out as he arched his back, his breasts heaving up, forcing those succulent nipples deeper into our mouths. “OH YEAH! FUCK YEAH.” Mr. D said as Dad’s big belly rose up to meet his thick finger which was slowly hovering over the opening.

Mr. D placed one hand over the Daddy- Stud’s mouth and slipped his fat thumb into the opening of the subdued man's belly button. He then thrust it down. It barely fits into Dad's pit. Dad had tilted his head up and watched with gritted teeth, grunting in pain as the big finger pushed against the belly button opening. The curl of the belly button with the skin lip overhanging a tiny bit over the top of the belly button was now strained as it struggled to accommodate such a fucking thick thumb! Mr. D dug down harder, the skin around the knuckle turning white with force. Finally, it slid a tiny bit more into the belly button. Dad hollered out in pain, "Arrrrrrghhhhhhh!!!" Mr. D chuckled as he fingered Dad's belly button pit deeply. The big belly was forming a mountain around the sausage finger which had plunged into the belly button up to the second knuckle. I chuckled and watched the finger thrust up and down in Dad's belly button pit. Dad cried out, "UNHHHHH, oh god, not any deeper, I... can't... take it." He moved his love-handled hips from side to side as Mr. D fingered his belly button with hungry intent. He then removed his thumb and replaced it with a steel middle finger, a fucker finger.

The sausage finger rotated around and moved from side to side as it invaded this once virginal crevice. I chuckled and watched Dad's belly button pit’s inspection from this tough and muscular gym coach who probably ate rocks for breakfast. I chimed in, "So deeeep in Dad, just digging and DRILLING for oil, sooooo deeeeep into your belly button wall, deeeep into your big belly to the spine. This is a real treat. Can you feel it, Dad? Can you feel that big finger digging so deep in that you're gasping for air? Well, I think that Mr. D can apply more pressure to that belly button of yours. You are such a hard worker and you DESERVE a deep belly button fingering. Dig deeper Mr. D!!! DEEPER!!!"
Mr. D chuckled and seemed to get into a one-finger push up stance as he leaned all his weight down on that thick finger. He grunted while Dad grunted.

By now we were not sucking his sexy succulent nipple heads which stood up wet and erect like two erasers on a set of brand new pencils from his heaving man breasts. The nipples seemed to stare up at Mr. D as the coach grit his teeth and began to do push-ups. I gasped in pleasurable excitement and gripped my hard cock which was now just sticking straight out like a flagpole from my mesh shorts as my pulse raced! Dad grunted with every rep and he flexed his abs, Mr. D chuckling and goading him on as his beads of sweat dripped down onto the sexy Daddy- Stud below. “That’s it! That’s it, Bernie! Work those fucking hot mountains, support me you sexy jock! Support your coach!” Dad grunted and was sweating up a storm all over the green sheets on the bed. He had grit his teeth, face red and sweaty, a roll of fat still squeezed between his collarbone and chin as I propped my hands under his damp head to help him watch his own sexy torture!

That stony big belly sunk around the finger very nicely... I then pushed Dad's back up. "THRUSSSSST!!!" cried out Mr. D and me in unison as Mr. D leaned on the finger and it dug so deep in... Dad gritted his teeth and moaned out, "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHG!!!" Mr. D and I chuckled but as Dad began to cough that was when we knew we needed to remove the finger from deep in his belly. Mr. D slowly extracted his sausage finger out from Dad's belly button. I smiled and turned to Mr. D. "Would you like me to go fetch one of the wooden brooms or the plastic green garden stakes we keep downstairs in the basement? I think Dad would enjoy a nice belly button thrusting with the point of the stake or the handle of a broom lodged nice and deep into his belly button pit." Mr. D grinned and said we should try both. I hurried downstairs and in less than thirty seconds I was back upstairs. I handed Mr. D the broom first.

Mr. D smirked as he grabbed it. He walked over to Dad and smiled down at him, “Oh Bernie, you have been such a good sport in allowing us to inspect your deep belly hole and get a taste of your man tits, but now I think it's time that we pumped up the heat a bit more!” he said as he drove the broom’s handle right into Dad's belly button which looked like the curl of a sea shell and deep into his stone belly. The hard wooden end dug deep into Dad's big belly, digging deep into the opening of his belly button. Dad gasped out in shock as he lost his breath while Mr. D chuckled and cried out "OHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!" He stood over Dad and worked the broom’s handle into the jock’s belly. The broom handle's end sunk deep, the belly caving in around it as it dug so deep down, digging into the back of Dad's spine. Digging soooooo deep into this hard-working man's belly button pit.

Dad tilted his reddened face down, chin rolls squeezing between his chin which had white hair mixed in with the red beard hair as he grit his teeth while glaring at Mr. D. I propped a pillow beneath Dad's head so that he could enjoy the view as we inspected his belly button. He probably never even paid any attention to his belly button before or washed it. Now it was receiving the deep belly button inspection it deserved!

Grimacing in pain and crunching, trying to fight the intruding broom handle Dad grunted out. The broom was now lodged deep into Dad's belly. His belly fat was hanging over the waistband of his shorts, the belly fat above the belly button and below the belly squeezed the broom handle like a vise. Dad's breasts were now plump looking and the bases of his two breasts squeezed together over the rolls of stomach fat which had formed above the belly button, going in a line down the stomach. His nipples with the wisps of hair encircling them were still crowning the breasts and bugged out slightly but they had grown soft again. I shook my head while saying, "Dad, those nipples are suckable anymore, that just won't do..." I licked my fingers and made sure they were nice and coated with saliva before getting up on the bed and behind Dad's head.

I sat on top of the pillow that Dad's head had been propped on, my back against the headboard. I then pulled him half into my lap. Chuckling, I reached forward and cupped Dad's breasts, I made sure to squeeze his nipples in between my fingers as I squeezed and massaged his breasts. I then plucked his nipples and flicked them as he tilted his head back and moaned. I felt his fleshy nipples grow erect and I then traced my fingers around them! Mr. D chuckled at the belly fat squeezing the broom's handle very nicely.

He then told me to pinch Dad's nipples or squeeze his breasts as hard as I could because he was about to pump up the hotness of the inspection a little bit more. He pulled out the broom handle as I quickly cupped my hands over Dad's two breasts and squeezed his nipples between my fingers. Mr. D then picked up the stake and thrust it as deep as he could into our sexy captive’s belly, between his abs, into his belly button… where it belonged, putting ALL his weight on the stake.

Dad groaned loudly and flexed his abs which were covered by his big belly. This resulted in his abs creating the Colorado Rockies around the stake impaled deep into his belly, mountains of rock hard muscle around the green, plastic tool. I chuckled and watched the muscular gym teacher's forearms as they flexed, him leaning on the stake lodged deep into Dad's belly button, twisting the garden instrument... "UNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, ENOUGH!!!" roared out Dad as he tilted his head down to watch the end twisting clockwise into his belly button. I smirked and flicked my fingers gently across his nipple heads. I then traced my fingertips around the circumference of his breasts, under the base of the breasts, and back to the top.

Bernie: I watched as my son kept on tracing around and around my breasts, occasionally flicking my nipples. The muscular man was torturing my belly button so much I felt like I was going to lose it. To make matters worse, I felt my cock hard as a rock begin to twitch in my boxers... I tilted my head down to glare at Mr. D as I watched him chuckle and pull the stake out of my belly button and set it on the floor next to the bed. Right then I heard the sound of a car door being slammed shut in the driveway below. Mr. D looked out the window and came back with a smile and said, "Bill is here to help aid in your belly button inspection." A minute later a man came waddling into the bedroom. He was short and plump with a bushy brown mustache and barely any hair left on his head. He chuckled when he saw me slouched in my son's lap, my nipples, breasts, and belly button being m*****ed.

"This is going to be hot," he said. He then turned to Mr. D and said, "So, let's get to work. The boy can work on his father's belly button pit while we suck away at his father's bugged out nipples." I stared in disbelief as I watched my son get up off the bed and prop another pillow on top of the pillow he had been sitting on, under my head. I now was forced to tilt my head down so a roll of chin fat squeezed between my neck and chin as I watched the two men get on either side of the bed and my son moved down to my belly button. The two men slowly bent their heads down and suctioned their lips over my fat nipple heads.

Bill chuckled and sucked his lips together into a puckered face as he squeezed the nipple like a vacuum and Mr. D followed suite. They both began to run their rough hands up and down my body over my breasts, massaging them and squeezing my belly which was hanging a bit over my waistband. I glared down at my son as Bill looked up into my eyes as he and Mr. D cupped my breasts. "This is so hot Dad. Seeing two full-grown men worship your big bugged- out nipples against your will while I torture your hot belly hole, Gawd, I just can't wait to masturbate to this later on!" Bill smirked and looked at me as he said, “You know Bernie, I could tell that the second you came into our auto shop you had a hot body just hiding underneath that shirt. When I got home all I could do was fucking rub my cock to the idea of sucking your nipples so freaking hard and digging my finger into your belly hole. The boys at the auto shop of course want a few sessions with you, and do you think I would deny them that pleasure? No, I will make sure I schedule you in for another appointment soon!”

While this was all going on, my son had grabbed a screwdriver from the toolbox, a Phillips screwdriver, and traced the end of it around and around my belly button in circles. He then dipped the tip in and thrust it in. I felt that thin and cold piece of metal dig deep into my belly button, impaling my big belly to the bed. He then twisted that screwdriver as I moved my hips from side to side as he squeaked out "injectioooon, Injectioooon, INJECTIOOOOON." I grit my teeth and squinted my eyes shut. Mr. D roared out some more profanity, “Fucking take that screwdriver Bernie! Your abs of steel can surely take it!”.

The metal neck twisted and rotated from side to side then my son proceeded to fuck it up and down. I watched as my abs sunk in an oval to stretch down into my belly along with the metal torture device. My son’s nimble fingers twisted the screwdriver quickly, clockwise... straight down. I grunted as the men chewed hard on my nipples and then I felt someone unzip my cargo shorts. I bent my head down and watched Mr. D's thick coach fingers pulling out my cock. It was now throbbing and leaking precum down the piss slit. The head was reddish with all the blood which had risen up and looked like a big mushroom. He placed the tip of his fat thumb on the slit and raised it up along with a string of precum. He laughed and mocked me by telling Bill that I was liking it. To be honest, I couldn't help it! My nipples were really sensitive and my belly hole was twice as sensitive! At the same time, my son pulled out the screwdriver from deep in my belly button pit and then picked up the drill I had used to screw the screws in the deck.

I started sweating profusely as I saw how sharp the tip was. My son then switched the bit to a duller one, much to my relief. Bill was now plucking my nipples between his fingers and saying into my ear, “You’re going to get it, Bernie, you are going to get it deep!” My son licked his lips and positioned the drill bit over my belly button opening. He pushed the button. “Back when I was in high school Chris Brown came out with a song called ‘Wet The Bed’. Mr. D is going to help your thick cock wet the bed for us!”, "Now watch me drill, drill, drill, into Bernie's big belly. Now watch me drill, drill, drill, as I drill so deep, deep, deep." My son drilled the point deep and slowly into my belly button wall. The end dug in so deep and as I watched, my face red and sweaty, chin fat squeezing between my collarbone and chin I felt the rough hand pumping up and down my cock, Bill began to suck my nipples hard again, his hairy fat hand cupped under my tight pectoral and breast supporting it up for easier access to the nipple. I tilted my head down and watched the metal stick drill into my big belly, going down deep in. My son looked like he was ready to drill to the back of my spine for belly button oil. I cried out in sexual pleasure and pain and the two men then slipped their big, rough hands flat under my back and pushed up, forcing my big belly up, inviting the drill to drill deeper in between my abs into my belly hole.

By now, metal piece had sunken all the way into my belly button, the base of the drill pumping into my toned and reddened belly. "Unhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out as the men smiled and let me lie down as they pulled me up and sat me up on my bottom, my back resting against the headboard. My big belly was hanging over the waistband of my carpenter shorts, the shorts had slid back up my waist. The drill was removed and Bill slid his hand down and gripped it under Mr. D’s rough hand. Together the men jerked my cock off at the same time, two hairy, rough hands making me closer and closer to cumming. My son sucked his eager lips around my left bugged out nipple while he pinched the right one and roughly squeezed my right breast. Mr. D spat over my cock and my son said, “Oh yeah, that’s right coach, fucking slobber all over that cock!” Bill slipped a thick hairy finger into my reddened belly hole and began to pump it in and out with force.

I felt myself losing it as that fucking thick finger plumbed my hairy belly hole out. I was sweating like a pig, my whole torso red, and my abs clenched as sweat poured down my face and I grit my teeth. Doing this (flexing my abs) allowed Bill to drive almost his whole steel finger into my belly. “Oh Bill, look at his big jock belly squeezing your finger, I think he is going to fucking cum, what a muscular hard belly, and my boy, you are doing a great job at sucking those thick nipples on your father!”

I stared half groggily at the two hands which were working my throbbing veiny cock. A couple more squeezes from the rough hands and a few more moans of delight from my son as he nursed my nipples and I moaned out that I was going to fucking cum. Immediately Bill popped his mustached lips over my cock and Mr. D’s fingers tightened in a ring around my cock as he rubbed faster. Suddenly I felt a low popping feeling in my nutsack as they clenched like walnuts over a flame and I felt myself pump thick spurts of cum into that disgusting fat man’s greedy mouth. He moaned out in hunger as he began to suck my cock dry. “Oh, FUCK yeah, Bernie!” My son cried out. Mr. D growled out to save some for him. So Bill sheepishly pulled his lips off of Dad’s reddish mushroom with a loud wet pop and he and Mr. D licked their tongues up and down the quivering shaft which was slowly starting to shrink.

Me: As I watched the two grown men have their share of Dad’s cum, I smirked and squeezed his breasts. I grabbed a towel and wiped down his sweaty body, making sure to wipe down under his breasts, feeling the hard pectorals underneath. Bill popped Dad’s cock back into his shorts and looked down at his watch on his hairy wrist. “How about we pay Walt a visit at his auto shop?” I was now super excited. I then remembered something. I leaned down and found it. Beside the bed, the second shelf of the nightstand, a towel, and lube. I grabbed the lube and pocketed it. Bill and Mr. D herded Dad down the stairs and to the garage door. Inside was the truck. The windows were tinted so Mr. D pulled Dad into the backseat into his lap and shut the door. Bill climbed into the driver’s seat and I handed him the car keys which I had grabbed from the piano before we left the house. Off to Walt’s Auto Shop!