My Son the Jock

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

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Chapter 2

After our night together, I was glad that it didn't get weird between Vinny and me.  I woke up before him and left him sleeping in bed, taking in the view of my naked son face down and his perfect bare ass uncovered as he snoozed away in the bed we'd fucked in the night before.  

I threw on some shorts and went to the kitchen to make some bacon and eggs when my phone dinged.  I knew Vinny was awake, because he had just air dropped me the video of us.  As I looked down at my phone starting to watch the scene, Vinny walked into the kitchen, still groggy and rubbing his eyes.  His hair was all messy, a cute look for him, and he was buck naked, also a good look on him.

"Morning, son," I said, looking at his naked body head to toe.  "Thanks for the video.  Pretty hot."

"Hey, dad," he mumbled, coming over to give me a quick peck on the cheek on his way to the coffee pot, his light stubble rubbing against my face.

He sat down with his mug, and I served him a plate of eggs and bacon, which he started to scarf down like a typical teenage boy.

"Vinny, listen, about last night..." I said, trying to have a serious discussion about what had happened.  But he started to chuckle.  "What, is something funny?" I asked, annoyed.

"No. Sorry, dad.  It's just that I got the same talk from Sammy's dad, so I know what you're gonna say.  It must be some dad code or something," he said, smiling.  "But don't worry, I'm not gonna tell mom, it's between us, nothing's gonna change between us, I wanted it too, yada yada yada."

"Vinny, it's just that I love you very much," I said, looking over at him as he continued to devour his breakfast.

"Yeah, I know, dad.  And you loved my dick in your ass too, so this wasn't a one-time thing," he said nonchalantly, catching me off guard.  "Relax, dad.  Last night was super hot, so let's keep doing it."  I guess I had expected him to react differently to everything, but he seemed ok, even better than ok.

"Um, ok, well that was easier than I was expecting, son." I said, leaning over the counter to kiss him on the forehead, something I'd done since he was a baby.  "But you know you won't be able to walk around with that dick flopping around when your mom gets back, right?" I said, joking, turning back to cleaning.

"Yeah, well you've got all my underwear stashed in your side table," he joked back.

"Funny, smartass," I said.

"It was kinda hot though, catching you sniffing them," he said, looking up at me, grinning.  He was surprising me at how forward he was.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, turning back toward him.

"Yeah, can't you tell?" he said, pushing his chair back, revealing his boner sticking straight up.  "Why don't you come take care of this, dad."

I didn't hesitate and walked over toward him, dropping to my knees and burying my face in his crotch, inhaling the scent of his musk, mixed with sweat and cum from the night before.  His hand grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth onto the swollen head of his cock, already dripping precum.

"You want this cock, dad?" he asked, looking down at me as I nodded, my mouth open and tongue out.

And then he gave me the signal and let me make contact, the taste of his sweet precum sending shivers across my body as soon as it touched my tongue.  I pulled my shorts down, releasing my now hard dick and started stroking it as I took his cock into my mouth right there in the kitchen.

"Oh fuck yeah, dad, you really like your son's dick, don't you?!" he exclaimed when I had his entire cock down my throat.  I started bobbing up and down on him, my tongue swirling along the entire underside of his shaft as I pulled off his dick, and then thrusted my mouth back down on it until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes.

"Yeah, suck your son's dick, daddy!" he yelled out, as he continued to moan in pleasure, his hips starting to involuntarily thrust up each time I took him into my mouth and throat.

I had to pull my hand off my own dick to keep from cumming, but he noticed.  "You getting close to shooting, dad??" he asked.

I nodded and muffled a "yes", unwilling to pull his dick completely out of my mouth to respond.

"Nice.  Stand up and show me then," he instructed with the same confident tone that he had last night.

I obliged, standing up in front of him, naked with my throbbing cock sticking out, dripping precum and about to explode.

"Nice, dad.  Now shoot your load on my dick," he commanded me.

I nodded, and resumed stroking my cock, looking down at my muscular son watching me, his gaze fixated on my dick.  It didn't take long for me to feel the pressure building in my nuts.  "I'm gonna cum, son....." I moaned.

He pushed his waist forward, holding his dick out flat, just in time for the first volley of my load to land on it as I grunted out in pleasure.  After about four more spurts of my cum, his large cock was covered and dripping in my cum.

"Fuck, that's hot, son," I said, still regaining my composure after the intense orgasm.

"Now finish me off," he said, looking down at his cum drenched cock.

Realizing this is what he'd had in mind all along, I grinned, and dropped back down to my knees.  Some of my load was already dripping off his dick, so I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock to lap it up before it dripped off.  Then I took his dick into my mouth, the familiar taste of my thick warm load filling my mouth and senses while his cock strained against my throat.

"That's so hot watching you eat your load off my cock, dad!" he exclaimed.  And before I could even swallow any of it, I started to feel his cock start throbbing in my mouth as he started cumming.

"Oohhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkk!" he yelled out, pulling my head down onto his dick and thrusting his hips up into my face as he pumped streams of his load into my mouth and throat.  He was cumming so much that it started to leak out the sides of my mouth.  The taste of his load, mixed with mine, was the hottest thing I'd ever tasted, and I wanted to stay planted on his cock for as long as possible.

After I had swallowed most of the mixture of our loads, Vinny slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, his chest still heaving, and leaned down to kiss me, giving him a taste of both our cum.  

"Mmmm, that tastes good.  Dad and son loads all mixed together.  Fuck yeah!" he said, after pulling away from my mouth, a sly grin on his face.

"Jesus, Vinny, that was beyond amazing, son," I said, sitting back on my legs, recovering from the sensation overload.

Vinny grinned and stood up, his dick still semi-hard.  "Thanks, pops.  I'm gonna go rinse off, then I'm gonna hang with some of my buddies today.  I'll be back for dinner once mom gets home," he said, and then walked off, his muscular glutes bouncing with each step.  I stayed there for a couple minutes trying to process what had just happened, and also the night before.

After Vinny left to catch up with his friends, I caught up on some chores around the house, including changing the cum stained sheets in my bed, and got the house ready before going to pick up my wife from the airport.

About 4:30, I walked down into the kitchen and heard my wife on the phone with Vinny.  

"....yes, of course, we have plenty for one more, Vinny," she said. "...Ok, son.  See you soon...bye."

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Oh, Vinny asked if he could bring one of his friends back for dinner," she replied.

"Sammy?  I haven't seen him in a while," I said.

"No, some other name I didn't recognize, but I've already forgotten," she said.

Although I had been looking forward to seeing Sammy, I shrugged it off and started to prep for dinner.

As I was just about to throw the steaks and potatoes on the grill, I heard Vinny come in and was introducing his friend to my wife, so I threw my towel across my shoulder and headed into he foyer to meet him.

Walking up to them, his friend's back to was to me, so all I could see was a guy in a white tank top with a backward black ball cap on.

But when I approached, Vinny turned to me and said, "Dad, this is my friend Brock.  Brock, my dad," he said.  At that moment, Brock and I looked up at each other and, from the look on his face, he was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him standing in my house, in front of my wife and son.

I looked over at Vinny, who was watching us both intently with a sly grin on his face.  He gave me a quick wink, before I turned back to Brock.  

"Brock, um, hi, nice to meet you," I said, as I reached out to shake his hand, trying not to be too awkward at the situation.  He reciprocated, but he was also clearly flustered at the situation.  

"Well, dinner will be ready soon.  I was just about to toss the steaks on the grill.  Why don't you boys give me a hand?" I said, guiding us all to the kitchen.

Although thrown off guard by the situation I have to admit that Brock looked hot as fuck.  His muscular round shoulders and bulging biceps and firm nipples were on display with his tight white tank top, and his backward cap made him look even more like the fuckboy I had first met.  But clearly Vinny was up to something.  This wasn't just a coincidence.

"Men, grab those and follow me out," I said, motioning to the trays of steaks and seasoned potatoes.

Vinny followed me out first, and as soon as we were on the back patio, out of ear shot of my wife, I turned to him.  "What the fuck is this?"

"What, dad?  I just ran into a high school buddy when we were shooting hoops, and I thought I'd be social and invite him over for dinner," he said sarcastically.

"Vinny, you...." but I paused as Brock came out carrying the potatoes.  

"Um, here you go, Mr. Miller.  Can I help you with anything else?"

"Thank you, Brock.  Vinny, can you go get me those tongs from the drawer in the kitchen?" I said, wanting to get a minute alone with Brock before he sat down with my entire family.  Vinny nodded, and looked back over his shoulder at me as he walked back into the house.

Brock turned to me and said "listen, man, I had no idea you were Vinny's dad," he blurted out as soon as Vinny was in the house.  He was clearly shaken up, so it was obvious that this was solely Vinny's plan.

"I know.  I'm just as surprised as you.  I mean, hell, you told me you were in college, so how would I guess that you are a classmate with my fucking son!" I said.

"I'm sorry, man.  I didn't think you'd let me fuck you if you thought I was that young.  But in my defense, you didn't tell me you had a son my age either!  If he finds out that I'm into fucking guys, it's going to get around our class fast, and my reputation is fucked!  My girlfriend will murder me, man!"

"Ok, relax, relax.  We've both obviously got a lot at stake here.  I mean, my fucking wife and son are standing in there," I said, trying to calm him down.  He took a breath and relaxed a bit.  "But I will say, you look fucking hot in that tank top and hat."

He grinned.  "Oh yeah, you like all this?  Miss my cock in that hot daddy ass?" he said, reaching up to pinch my nipple through my tight t-shirt.

His cocky sex talk started to make my dick twitch, but we were soon interrupted by Vinny, who walked back out on the patio with three bottles of beer.

"Dad, Brock....Cheers," he said as we all took a swig from our longnecks.  

"So, Dad.  I know Brock looks like a college guy already, but he's in my class, and is heading to USC next year to play lacrosse," Vinny said, still smirking and clearly enjoying seeing his plan unfold.

"Is that right? Yeah, you do look older, Brock," I said, shooting a look over to Brock.  "Well, congratulations. That's a great school."

"Thank you, sir," he said, nodding.

We stood there staring at the grill, as I flipped the meat and potatoes.  And then Vinny broke the silence.

"Look, man.  I know you fucked my dad," he said, matter of factly, to Brock, who actually spit his beer out upon hear it.

"Bro, what are you talking about?!" he said, defensively.

"What, you're gonna deny it right in front of him?!" Vinny shot back.

"Dude, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Brock yelled back, giving Vinny a firm push against his chest.

"Boys, boys.  Come on," I said, stepping between them and trying to calm them down, while also trying not to get aroused by the teenage testosterone surge.  "Brock, listen, he knows...." I said.

"What?  How?" he said, his mind trying to process things.

"I saw your pics on my dad's phone, man.  Nice dick, bro.  But mine's better," Vinny said, in a somewhat challenging tone.

"Dude, why the fuck do you even care who has the better dick with your dad?" Brock retorted.  "Wait, you were showing him nude pics on your phone, and you're saying you have a better dick than me....Are you guys....are you....no way...." he said, his mind still churning.  I shrugged, watching to see the reaction in his face.

"Holy fucking shit! You two are fucking?!" he said, finally connecting the dots.  This was going to go one of two ways, so Vinny and I waited for the verdict.  "Damn, that's fucking hot!" he finally said after thinking for another minute.  I was relieved that was his reaction, versus punching me in the face and revealing everything to my wife on his way out.

He continued to process everything.  "Wait, so are we all three of us gonna fuck then?" he eventually said, his mind clearly going there, not to say mine hadn't already ventured in that direction.  "I've never fucked a dad and son before," he added.

"Easy there, buddy.  Nobody's fucking my ass.  My dad may like taking dick up the ass, but he raised an alpha top," Vinny chimed in.

"Is that right?" Brock said, puffing his muscular chest up.

And before that confrontation could go any further, we were interrupted by my wife.  "Boys! Is the meat ready yet?"

"Yes, hun.  Be right in!" I replied.  I Looked back at the boys, who were both worked up, and both visibly getting hard.  "Boys.  Boys," I said, reaching out to grab both of their dicks through their shorts.  "Let's save this for later.  In the meantime, let's have a nice dinner, get some protein for those growing muscles."

"I want to see you suck his dick first," Vinny said, surprising both of us.

"What?!" I asked, confused.

"Suck his dick.  Like, now," he said.

"Son, your mom is there in the kitchen," I said.  But, as I looked over at Brock, he was already rubbing his dick through his shorts, signaling that he was on board with Vinny's idea.

"Mom, the meat needs like five more minutes.  Then we'll be right in," Vinny yelled through the door.  then he turned to me and Brock.  "Well??"

Brock looked at me for a signal.  I shrugged and looked down at his growing bulge.  I dropped to my knees in front of him, and reached out to pull down his shorts, letting his now rock hard cock flop up against his muscular abs.

"Fuck yeah, dad, suck him," Vinny urged.

I looked up at Brock, whose sensual gaze met my eyes as I engulfed his swollen head with my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head and flicking against his slit, tasting the salty precum leaking from his cock.  

"Oh fuck, that feels good!" Brock blurted out.  Vinny stepped forward and put his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down on Brock's dick, until my nose was buried deep in his pubes and his cock down my throat.

"Fuck yeah, dad.  Suck his dick good, just like mine!" he said, encouraging me.  "You like my dad's mouth on your dick, bro?" he asked Brock.  "He really knows how to suck a cock, huh?"  Brock nodded, his eyes rolling back into his head as I picked up the pace of bobbing up and down on his rock hard dick.

"Bro, you want some of this mouth too?" Brock asked Vinny.

"Nah, man.  I already fed him a load today.  Next one's gonna be up his hole," Vinny said, reaching over to feel up Brock's chest and tweak his nipples while I continued to suck him.

"Fuck, man.  That's hot!" Brock exclaimed, grabbing my head and pulling me down on his cock faster and faster.  "I'm about to cum, man!" he said.  I squeezed a little harder with my lips and throat, the final straw to push him over the edge as he pumped a huge load into my mouth, struggling to keep quiet as he came.

"Hell yeah, bro, feed my dad that load!" Vinny said, encouraging him.

Brock's load was even bigger than Vinny's was earlier that morning, and tasted different, but was still intoxicating, coming from the cock of suck a stud.  As soon as he finished coming, I squeezed the last drops out his load from the tip, and stood up.

"Let me taste him," Vinny said, leaning in to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, still coated with Brock's cum.  "Mmmmm, different than ours, right, dad?"

"Oh damn, you guys are serious.  Shit!  I've never seen a real dad and son kiss like that," Brock said, amazed, while he tucked his dick back into his shorts.

"Guys, is it ready yet??" I heard my wife yell from the kitchen.  We readied ourselves and carried the meat back into the house. 

All during dinner, I couldn't help but stare at the two boys, with both of them shooting glances back at me, keeping my dick rock hard under the table the whole time. I knew I was going to need to jack off in the bathroom later watching the video Vinny had sent me of the night before.  God, I couldn't wait until my wife's next trip, for the chance of having these two studs alone in the house with me.

After Brock finished telling the table all about his girlfriend in response to my wife's questioning, Vinny asked if they could be excused to go play video games.  I said yes, and they bolted up to Vinny's room.

"He seems like a nice kid," she said.

"Yeah.  I'm surprised we haven't met him before," I responded, standing up to start cleaning the plates off the table.

"Daaaad!" I head Vinny yell from the top of the stairs. "Something's wrong with my TV!"

I shot a look over to my wife.  "I don't know how he's going to make it living on his own in college," I joked.

"I'll be right up, son!" I yelled back.

"Why don't you go help him.  I'm actually beat from the trip, so I'm going to go on and get to bed," she said.

"Ok, hun.  I'll clean this up later," giving her a kiss as she went off to out bedroom.

I walked up to Vinny's room, and knocked lightly as I opened his door and entered.

"Vinny, you've really got to learn how to fix this stuff by your...." I stopped suddenly once I saw Brock laying on his side in Vinny's bed, pushing on the game controller, wearing only a jock strap and his backward ball cap.  

"Oh, hey, Mr. Miller.  We figured it out," he said, smiling and nodding toward the TV screen, which was obviously functioning.  I couldn't help myself but gaze over his perfect jock body, from his muscular shoulders and biceps down his ripped torso, to the pouch of his jock, straining against his large package that I had enjoyed before.

"I, um, see that.  Where's Vinny?" I asked.

"Oh he's just taking a piss," he said, turning back to the video game on the screen.

And then, perfectly on queue, Vinny walked back into the bedroom, buck naked, his beautiful cock swinging back and forth against his muscular quads.

"Oh hey, dad.  We got the TV fixed," he said, not bothering to cover himself up.  "Where's mom?" he asked.

"She went to bed already.  Jet lag," I replied.

"Oh, good," he said, walking behind me to shut the door.  "You know, dad, I'm feeling a little left out since you sucked Brock's dick earlier, but not mine," he said, walking over to sit on the bed next to Brock.

"What are you talking about, son?" I said, confused, but also conscious that two guys who had fucked me were now sitting in front of me.

"Well, I think it's only fair if you suck my dick too," he said, already reaching down to pull on his dick.  "Don't you think that's fair, Brock?"  Brock looked over and smiled, nodding.  "I mean, Brock doesn't really believe we fucked."

I knew he was baiting me again.  "Vinny, your mom's down the hall," I said, my gaze now fixed on his growing dick.

"Yeah, Mr. Miller.  It's only fair that he gets some attention too," Brock chimed in.

Fuck it.  I knew it was risky doing this with my wife in the house, but I was too horny with these two studs egging me on like this.  I turned to make sure the door was locked and then walked over and kneeled in front of Vinny, burying my face in his crotch, his now hard cock rubbing against my face.

"Fuck yeah, dad.  Show Brock how you can take my massive cock all the way down," he said, as I slid my lips across his head, getting the first hint of his intoxicating precum.  

As Brock watched on, I slid my left hand up his muscular leg and thigh until I reached his dick, straining against the jock.  He helped free it, allowing me to wrap my hand around his thick girth cock that I had tasted just hours before.  

"Oh fuck, that's hot," he moaned.

"You like watching my dad suck my cock, huh, buddy?" Vinny said while I was bobbing up and down his dick.

"It so fucking hot, bro," Brock said, and then he leaned over and kissed Vinny as he ran his hand across Vinny's muscular chest.

Looking up and seeing Brock and Vinny kissing passionately almost made me climax. I pulled my shorts down, but avoided stoking my cock, or I'd certainly blow a huge load just watching the two of them together.

"Hot, buddy.  Why don't you go warm him up on the other end," Vinny said with a confident tone.

Vinny edged back on the bed so that I was standing up, my waist bent over the edge of the bed, just as Brock got behind me.  I felt his strong hands spread my muscular cheeks, and then the sensation of his tongue against my hole sent shivers across my whole body.

"Mmmmmm, fuuuuck," I mumbled, with Vinny's dick still deep in my throat.

"I think he likes that, buddy," Vinny egged Brock on.  "My dad's got a hot ass, huh?"

"Fuck yeah!" Brock's tongue pressed deeper and deeper into my hole, something I hadn't felt before, all the while Vinny's dick continued to stretch my throat as he guided my head up and down with his hand.

"Think he's ready for you, Brock," Vinny encouraged him.  I felt Brock's tongue pull away from my wet hole, and then his rock hard cock was rubbing up and down my crack as his hands grabbed my waist, pulling my ass into his crotch.

As soon as I felt his swollen head press into my hole, I gasped and moaned, Vinny's cock still shoved all the way down my throat.  Brock slowly pressed into me.  Although I'd felt him inside me before, this time was five times hotter while I was sucking my son as he watched on.

"Oh fuck that ass feels good," Brock exclaimed, starting to push in and out of my hole.  I could feel his muscular quads pressing against my legs as he took control of my ass, pulling me into him with each forward thrust.  Vinny's dick was throbbing harder in my throat, signaling that he was clearly enjoying the show.

"Yeah, man.  Fuck my dad's ass!" Vinny cheered him on while continuing to pull my head down on his cock.  I could feel every inch of each of them as they entered me from each end.

Brock picked up the pace, grabbing my waist as he started to porn fuck my ass as I gagged on my son's dick.  The young stud was rock hard as he continued to thrust it into me, hitting my prostate each time he entered me.  He almost made me cum just from stretching me out from the inside.

"Bro, you wanna try some of this?" Brock asked Vinny.

"Yeah, man.  Now that you got my dad loosened up, maybe he can take my big cock," Vinny said, in a cocky tone, pulling his dick out of my throat.

The two of them swapped positions, and as I slowly took Brock's dick into my mouth, Vinny started to push his massive dick into my ass.  My boy was thicker than Brock, I had to give him that.  And he felt amazing, with each inch sliding into me.

"Fuck, bro!  I can't believe you're actually fucking your dad!" Brock exclaimed, watching Vinny's dick slide into me as I took his dick to the base.

I could tell Vinny was enjoying having an audience because his grip on my waist tightened as he started pounding me even harder and deeper, his big throbbing dick stretching me out.

"Yeah, my dad can take his son's big cock!" Vinny said to his buddy.  "He's got a good mouth too, right?"

"Fuck yeah, man.  He can swallow my whole dick!"

I was loving hearing the boys talk about me like that while they were spit roasting me.  The taste of Brock's leaking cock in my mouth and my son's even bigger dick thrusting in and out of my hole while his balls slap against my ass put me in a state of pure ecstasy.  

I felt my son pull his cock out of my ass, and then he playfully slapped my cheeks.  "Flip over, dad," he instructed me.  I let Brock's dick slide out of my throat and I turned over onto my back lifting my legs as Vinny grabbed my ankles, lining up his cock to my ass hands free, and then pushing into me.  As his dick slid in, he locked eyes with me as pleasure and lust washed over his face.

As he continued to fuck me, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscular teenage body.  Beads of sweat were starting to slowly drip down his lightly hairy chest, his pecs and abs flexing with each thrust.  He had developed some porn star moves of rhythmically thrusting with his hips while keeping his upper body tight and flexed.  The way he was holding my ankles naturally made his biceps flex.  Fuck, my son was hot as hell.  I couldn't get enough.

Not wanting to be left out, Brock got up on his knees next to my face and directed his dick against my lips.  As I took his head into my mouth, I maintained eye contact with Vinny, who mouthed "so hot" to me as he watched his dad sucking his buddy's cock.

Vinny's dick was hitting me in just the right spot, and I started moaning louder with Brock's cock in my mouth.  Feeling the load building inside me, I knew I wasn't going to stop it.  Vinny could sense it and reached down to wrap his hand around my dick.  That first bit of contact, my son's hand wrapping around my cock, was the last straw.  I immediately started spewing streams of cum across my chest and my abs as Vinny continued to jack me.

My ass was clenching around his cock, which was all that he needed before he started pumping his load deep inside me.  We both continued cumming at the same time.  I could feel the size of his load was huge, already starting to drip out of my ass. I could feel each time his dick throbbed, depositing more of his boy seed in me.  His muscular body eventually stopped convulsing, and he slowly slid his cock out of my hole.  He released my dick from his hand, and I caught him taking a lick of his thumb, tasting my load, as he shot me a quick wink.

"Fuck, bro! You just bred your own dad!" Brock exclaimed, his dick still in my mouth.  

Vinny got up on the bed, positioning his dick above my face, where I could see a drop of cum oozing from the tip.  Brock pulled out, giving me the chance to take my son's cock in my mouth, tasting his cum.  As I was milking the last drops from his cock, he leaned down and ran his hand across my chest, gathering up my own cum.  Pulling out of my mouth, he held his hand above my mouth, letting my cum slowly drip down onto my tongue as Brock watched on, now stroking his own cock.

"Bro, you gonna feed my dad your load?" Vinny said, reaching over to tweak Brock's nipples.

A few more tugs was all it took before Brock was giving me a facial, blasting his huge load all over my face.  A couple streams landed in my open mouth, giving me a taste of his salty warm load, and the rest was dripping off my face.  Some of his load even landed on Vinny's dick, still to the side of my head.

"Damn, man! You fucking doused him!" Vinny said, impressed by the volume of cum Brock had sprayed on my face.

I looked up, with both boys' cocks swinging right above my face, I reached up and grabbed them, taking turns cleaning them off and squeezing out any final remnants of their loads.  They tasted amazing, and I didn't want them to stop feeding me.

They eventually collapsed back on the bed beside me, all three of us out of breath from our intense orgasms.

"Damn, boys.  That was amazing," I said, reaching over to run my hands across their bare chests.

Brock leaned over and kissed me, his load still coating my lips and tongue.

"Dude, stop making out with my dad!" Vinny said, joking.

Brock and I stopped and I looked over just as Vinny came in to give me a kiss, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.  His lips felt so good, I started to get hard again.

But I knew I had to get back to my bedroom.  I was surprised my wife hadn't heard us, as loud as we'd been.  Brock reached down and grabbed a towel and tossed it to me, letting me wipe the rest of his cum from my face.  I got up and found my clothes, getting dressed as the two boys stayed naked in bed watching me.

"That was fun, boys," I said, turning to leave the room.

As I left, I heard Brock whisper to Vinny, "I can't believe your dad turned out to be such a hot power bottom."  I grinned, turning one last time to get a glimpse of the naked jocks before shutting the door behind me and going to my bedroom.  

As I crawled into bed, my wife stirred and said to me, still half asleep, "Tell the boys to stop wrestling around.  They're too loud."

I realized my dick was already rock hard again, so I quietly slid back out of bed and went to the bathroom, where I fished some of my son's load from my hole to taste while I jacked off one last time before going back to bed.

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