Info sheet
Papa — 68
Dad — 37
Me (Parker) — 19½
A week after Papa had fucked me stupid on the living-room couch, I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. The stretch. The weight of his older cock. The way he’d held me down and filled me until I was leaking. But now there was someone else in the house I couldn’t stop staring at either.
Dad.
He was thirty-seven, lean and hard with muscle—broad shoulders, defined chest, tight abs, and those powerful thighs that flexed every time he walked. His cock was a different story: a full nine inches, thick enough that the outline in his sweatpants looked almost obscene. I’d catch myself watching him the same way I used to watch Papa—mouth watering, hole twitching, hand drifting down my own pants when no one was looking.
That night I found myself in the living room again. Papa had fallen asleep on the couch, one arm over his eyes, legs spread, the soft fabric of his shorts tented around the heavy shape of his cock. The same thick older cock that had wrecked me a week ago.
I got on my knees between his legs without thinking.
I peeled the waistband down carefully. Papa’s cock sprang free—heavy, veiny, already half-hard. I wrapped both hands around it, leaned in, and took the head into my mouth. I sucked him slow and deep, letting the weight of it stretch my lips, pushing until the head nudged the back of my throat. Spit ran down his balls. I bobbed my head, wet and filthy, choking myself on my sixty-eight-year-old Papa’s cock while he slept.
I was so focused on the taste and the stretch that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me.
A strong hand suddenly fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. Papa’s cock slipped from my mouth with a wet pop, a thick string of spit still connecting my lips to the head.
Dad stood over me, lean muscles tense under his shirt, eyes dark and burning.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
Dad didn’t wait for an answer. He hauled me up by the hair, dragged me away from the couch, and pulled me straight upstairs. He didn’t say a word until we were in his bedroom. He kicked the door shut, shoved me down onto my knees in front of him, and yanked his sweatpants down.
His nine-inch cock sprang free—thick, long, already hard, the head shiny with precum.
“You want cock so fucking bad you’re sucking Papa in his sleep?” he growled. “Then you can suck mine.”
He didn’t give me a choice. He grabbed my hair again and pushed the thick head against my lips. I opened. Those nine inches forced their way into my mouth, stretching my jaw, sliding over my tongue until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He held me there, letting me choke on every inch, then started fucking my face in long, deep strokes.
“That’s it… take it. Take every fucking inch. You were so hungry for Papa’s cock, now you’re going to choke on Dad’s.”
Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. My eyes watered. He kept going, using my throat, the wet filthy sounds of it filling the room. I could feel my own cock leaking against my thigh, completely hard from the rough treatment.
That was when the door opened.
Papa stood in the doorway, still half-hard from the unfinished blowjob downstairs, staring at the exact scene of me on my knees with Dad’s thick nine-inch cock buried in my throat.
For a second nobody moved.
Then Papa’s voice came out low and rough.
“So this is what happens when I fall asleep.”
Dad didn’t pull out. He just kept slowly thrusting those nine inches into my mouth while he looked over his shoulder.
“Caught him sucking you. Figured if he wants it that bad, he can take mine too.”
Papa stepped inside and shut the door. His own cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy, the head already leaking. He walked over, stood beside Dad, and looked down at me.
“Open wider, boy. You’re going to take both of us.”
Dad pulled out just long enough for Papa to feed his cock into my mouth. Then they switched—Dad’s nine inches, then Papa’s thicker older cock, then both of them pressing against my lips at once so I had to stretch wide and try to take the heads together. Spit ran everywhere. They used my mouth like that for a while, trading off, sometimes one of them just holding my head still while the other fucked my throat deep.
Then Dad hauled me up and threw me onto the bed on my back. He climbed between my legs, shoved my thighs wide, and lined that thick nine-inch cock up against my hole. He didn’t go slow. He pushed in hard, forcing every inch inside me in a few brutal strokes until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch was intense—longer and thicker than I was used to. I cried out around Papa’s cock as Papa climbed up and shoved himself back into my mouth.
They fucked me together like that—Dad pounding my hole with those full nine inches, Papa using my throat. The bed creaked. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Dad’s lean, muscular body flexed with every deep thrust. Papa’s heavier frame pinned my head in place.
“Look at him,” Dad growled. “Nineteen and already taking both of us. Hole’s gripping my cock so tight every time you push deeper into his throat.”
Papa groaned, thrusting into my mouth. “He’s ours now. This greedy little hole belongs to both of us.”
They switched positions without pulling out for long. Papa took my hole next, shoving his thick older cock into the stretch Dad had already opened, while Dad fed those nine inches back into my mouth. They kept trading, sometimes both of them just holding me open so the other could watch his cock disappear, sometimes fucking me at the same time from both ends until I was shaking and drooling and leaking all over the sheets.
I came hard without anyone touching my cock, shooting across my own stomach while both of them used me. The way I clenched pulled Dad over the edge first—he buried all nine inches deep and unloaded thick, hot pulses of cum inside me, flooding me until it leaked out around his cock. He pulled out and immediately Papa took his place, shoving into the messy, cum-filled hole and pounding me through the aftershocks until he came too, adding his own heavy load until I was overflowing.
They didn’t stop there.
Dad moved back to my mouth and pushed his still-hard, cum-slick nine-inch cock between my lips so I could taste both of them. Papa stayed buried in my hole, slowly rocking, keeping their mixed cum plugged inside me. They stayed like that for a long time—two men, both of them still inside me, breathing hard, looking down at the nineteen-year-old they’d just shared.
Papa wiped a smear of their mixed cum across my lower lip with his thumb.
“Swallow.”
I did.
Dad leaned down and kissed me, tasting it on my tongue, while Papa’s cock twitched one last time deep inside me.
No more words for a while.
Just the heavy, filthy silence of three men on the bed—and the clear knowledge that this was only the beginning
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