Pervert Bert and his pervert Brad

ON ALL FOURS

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It was a horny second day. It was intensely erotic to wake up naked before my naked son and having his mouth kissing me good morning. We embraced a little touching each other. He had repented of nothing and in fact he loved me and was showing me. He suggested going naked to breakfast and I agreed and we left the bed. It was pornographic that we were so hard.

Of course as soon as we started breakfast, I grasped his cock with the aim to make him cum for the first time today but he told me.

-I’m not gonna jack you off now, Bert, cause my intention is to suck my boyfriend’s cock every morning before you go to the station.

-Then I’ll do the same. You should also go to college every morning having first cum in your father’s mouth. I’ll stop the masturbation in order to blow you later.

-I’ll be first, dad.

He finished breakfast soon for he hadn’t had any cake this morning, telling me he was only hungry for my cock. When he saw I had also finished, he took a suitable position to suck my cock again. I would never behave stupidly with Brad now. It was obvious he was in love and he had the right to have sexual fun with me whenever he so desired it and with whatever fun he wanted. He showed me he had really learnt. I could see how well he wanted to treat his father’s genitalia and have me on fire many times every day. So as not to cum soon, I wanted to get somewhat distracted looking at his cute face, at the fun he was expressing having incest and gay sex, two things completely unexpected for him just yesterday, and now his only desires. But focusing on his face was enough to make me cum. I was not sorry; he could suck my cock now as many times he desired, but he should go to college and I should go to work and the first blowjobs every morning had to be short. And now I would have the happiness of sucking Brad’s cock again.

I think that I was still cumming when I instantly took his dick in my mouth. It would be the third blowjob I would give him. Soon I would not be able to remember how many times I had sucked his cock, but so far I was counting them. As if he knew he also needed to cum soon, he moaned increasingly harder till the moment came when he regaled his father with a new sample of his masculine nectar.

It was even hot to see my son with clothes off again after having spent so many hours naked. He was sexy with clothes or without them. We kissed fondly first and we headed to our respective destinations.

It was impossible not to be hard all morning, thinking that today my son would even fuck me, but I could be hard behind my window where I sold the train tickets. The hours of that morning were slow, for I only wanted to be back home with my lover but at last I was back home. He was not there yet, but half an hour later, I saw him through the living room window walking home and I ran to the bathroom first, quickly took everything off and awaited him on all fours, supposing he would enter the bathroom to piss first and he would surprise me there awaiting his dick to finally pop my cherry.

-Oh, you have startled me, Bert, but so hot to look at your cool ass.

-I was waiting for you like this in order to make you really horny and desiring to fuck your father now, as you promised me yesterday.

He was relieving his bladder and in that moment he asked me.

-Do we have the deal that you’ll fuck me next, Bert?

-I know you love me, Brad, and need your father to fuck you. So ok, I compromise and I’ll have to do it. But I’ve spent years fancying your cock up my butt. You have to be first.

And then he approached me after having finished peeing and told me he was gonna try and kissing me previously with real love in his eyes and first tasting my ass with his tongue, he finally sighed and telling me I loved him so he should do it, he finally thrust his sexy rod up my ass.

It was painful, of course, since it was my first time, but I knew I would be able to withstand this pain for soon it could be ecstasy and in a way it was. The feeling of having Brad fucking his father at last was an overwhelming sensation and I knew that after some minutes of pain, I could enjoy my son’s cock in my ass every day. But the pain I was still feeling was worrying me for another reason. I was intuiting the pain Brad would feel later and I didn’t want to cause my love any pain. So somehow I lied to myself and started thinking it was not hurting me. Incredibly this thought soon calmed me down and the pain started to be less and less and there came a moment when I started yelling and also started to jack off so he could see that finally it was really funny. Then he told me.

-That’s it dad; I want you to cum first cause I want you take a long time later so you can open me up. Now I know it’s being funny for you and I will go on. But remember I wanna reach that magical moment later.

I told him that being fucked was much better than I could have thought. I’d spent years imagining this moment but I could never know how good it felt and how good it was to know it was my son the man who was fucking me, and being fucked when you are in love is something you cannot find any words to explain. He told me: “so good to know what I will feel later, my love. And soon we’ll be a proper couple who will do everything with each other”

I also felt in the motions of his dick inside me, wriggling and opening new roads, how happy he was fucking his father. I wanted the fun to be complete for both. I was savouring real happiness having my son’s dick fucking me and at the same time I could perceive Brad’s sheer fun that he was fucking his father’s ass. I thought that he’d better enjoy now for later he would not have so much fun, I supposed. But finally I sensed my son’s semen bathing my crack and feeling it I came of course. So Brad first knelt and drank the cum I had just shot and then he was the one who got quickly on all fours and told me: “come on, Bert, I love you. Fuck me now.”

Finally it was easier than I supposed or that’s what he made me believe. I also kissed him passionately first and later tasted some of his scrumptious ass. Then I stuck one of my fingers inside him with the crazy idea I would open him up first with my finger so he would not suffer such pain but he urged me to finally fuck him with my cock. I took a deep sigh and thought I would try but if ever he asked me to stop, I would.

So, hard as a rock knowing I would enter Brad’s sexy ass at last, I dared pierce him. He cried.

-Yeah, that’s it, my love; fuck your son at last. Now it’s not fantasy anymore. Now you’re fucking your son, Bert.

-But doesn’t it hurt, Brad? I could take it out.

-Don’t you ever think of taking it out, my love! You’ll keep on fucking me. It does not hurt –he lied to me. I would know that night that it had hurt him for some minutes but he wanted to be resilient and love had given him the strength to withstand his first time. So I really thought it was not hurting him and started to be calm and my cock went progressively deeper since that was what he was asking me to do. All that time he kept on talking to me saying we loved each other and it was moving to know we could finally do anything that other couples did and he also started to jerk himself off. Now I know that my dick was still hurting him a bit but his strokes on his dick managed to calm him down till he didn’t feel any pain and now he started yelling and telling me that being fucked was so wonderful that he wanted me to fuck him at least a couple of times every day, one in bed, please and added he liked being fucked more than fucking. I told him that was called being a bottom, and ok, I would fuck him many more times but I didn’t want him bottom with me, for I also wanted him to fuck me at least a couple of times a day. “I cannot deny you anything, my love. So ok, I’ll also fuck you whenever you ask me”. And that certainty was enough to make me cum in Brad’s ass for the first time in his young life. He blasted a new load and then he embraced me and kissed me strongly, telling me now we had become a proper couple and we would constantly do everything with each other.

After that moment, it was still difficult for me to believe that Brad had never suspected he could like boys and now he was not only convinced of that fact but had turned into such a bottom with the man he loved, his father. So I reached an agreement with him, since he now wanted to be constantly fucked: I’d fuck him three times a day, one at our usual hour of having a coffee, at half past four, a second time after dinner and the third time in bed. But he had to fuck me twice a day. I was not such a bottom but I loved feeling my son’s dick inside me too.

So after that day, we were constantly sucking each other’s cock, sometimes jerking each other’s cock but not so often cause it was a pity to play with a cock and not reveling in their taste. And as I said I fucked him three times every day and he fucked me twice.

I always told him that he had my permission to cheat me as often as he wanted, cause he was not only my boyfriend; he was my son and of course any father would desire his son to be totally happy in life. He could be with girls and with other boys too if he wanted. He told me he would certainly cheat me, but mostly with boys cause he wanted other cocks to fuck him. I smiled and told him I would do the same if I could.

One day he came home late when I still hadn’t gone to bed, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive first, and he told me he had just cheated me, cause he’d gone with a gay friend to a gay bar. I asked him please to tell me every detail and first he stripped, I was already naked, and he said he would tell me but we could jack each other off meanwhile. So we started and he began his story of that night.

-Everything in the bar is done publicly, my love. I was first having a drink quietly when a boy of about thirty started talking to me. It was obvious we liked each other and I asked him whether he would like to fuck me. He said he would and we went to the upper floor but to a place where everybody could see us. Soon three boys appeared when I was already being fucked, and all of them started to jack off with the show. One was so close to me that I suddenly stuck his dick in my mouth. So I was pleasing two dicks at the same time, but I wanted to make it hotter and with my left hand I masturbated one other boy and with my right hand the other. So now I was pleasing four boys at the same time. Soon the boy fucking me came in my ass and I told the other three that they could fuck me too if they so wished. The boy I was blowing filled my mouth with semen then and one of the boys I was masturbating, the one with my left hand, said he would fuck me too if I wished. To cut the story short, Bert, I was fucked three more times and I simply loved it. My bottom desires have been fulfilled in a single night, but I’d like to repeat.

We both came in that moment; I congratulated him and encouraged him to keep on cheating me. He said he would but I should do the same first. Waiting to one day find a new girl to have sex with, I went one day to a gay bar and cheated Brad too and then I told him. At least we have agreed never to go together cause it can be dangerous, but often either of us has more gay sex in there or other gay bars and we sometimes cheat each other with girls, not often cause it is more difficult to hook up girls. We never lie to them, and though we hide them our incest, of course, we tell them we are bisexual and also fuck with boys.

Eight years living together, totally horny, all day having sex and finalizing the day with a battle in bed, each day increasingly more in love, always lustful. We often talk about that day I told my son all my secrets and as hour passed he became hornier and finally in love with his incestuous father. I am his boyfriend Bert and he is my boyfriend Bart.