Proper Cuckolding

Step I

Tony was meticulous in enforcing my agreement to call him Dad.  He was increasingly meticulous in making sure I wasn't calling anyone else that, as I either didn't say anything to my birth father, and occasionally called him his birth name Smith.  That was on top of Tony's cumming in me at least twice a day, and continuing to make sure I was being a good spouse to James, as well as taking care of the others.

Tony and Smith saw more and more of each other, as Tony brought Smith into his circle.  Then came the day Tony showed up unexpectedly in his truck, and told me it was time.

I got in, of course, although I had no idea what was going to happen.  I had surrendered to Tony so long ago I couldn't imagine doing anything else.

We stopped by Smith's store, where he was wrapping things up for the day.  Smith got in, and we started heading up into the mountains, where we had been fishing a few times.  But this time was obviously different, as Tony said we don't need the fishing equipment today.  Smith obeyed, as I saw part of me in him, or maybe it was him in me.

It took about an hour to get to our regular spot, a quiet little pond in the woods.  As usual, there was no real sign of anyone around.  On the way, Tony had rambled between time-fillers and incredibly serious things, although it didn't really prep me for when we got out and Tony told Smith it would probably be best if Tony started out by tieing at least Smith's hands:  "I know we'll all be fine, but just trust me here for a bit."

Smith submitted.  I realized I had no idea how much time the two of them had been spending together.  Then Tony looked at me:  "Address me, son."  I instinctively said "Dad?"  Smith seemed a bit crestfallen, although honestly not all that surprised.  "Now do what you do best, while Smith watches."

Tony smiled as I went to my knees and undid Tony's pants.  I knew what I was supposed to do, and I was almost relieved to do it while Smith watched.  I undid the buttons on his jeans slowly.  Tony wasn't wearing any underwear.  His huge dick was just starting to get hard as I pulled it out and put it in my mouth.

I was in my own little world now.  I loved working cum out of Tony--my dad--so much.  And Tony vascillated between coaching me like he often did and working Smith into the conversation, from complimenting me to telling Smith not to feel like too much of a failure by failing to provide for me when he had had the chance.

"Tell Smith how much you love me, son." 

"More than anything in the world."

And then Tony shot his first load into my mouth, as Smith watched, maybe a bit dumbfounded, but also somehow understanding.  I relished it more than ever, swallowing ever single seed, as Tony said he was happy to untie Smith, as long as Smith was sure he understood his role: "Nothing will ever get between me and my son, Smith."

Tony then had me strip him, as well as myself.  He then proceeded to fuck me, slowly and more deliberately than ever.  He also walked Smith through every single step, and actually involved Smith a bit, to make sure it was as real as possible to him.  There really was no other option at this point.

As Tony shot in me, with Smith still totally clothed, Tony divulged that the real reason for the day was not just to let Smith know that I was Tony's son, and that Tony was my dad.  It was that Smith needed to coordinate Tony getting my mom pregnant.

I was trying to get my head around that one.

It almost came down to Tony's having taken Smith's son, so Tony acknowledging that he was happy to give Smith a replacement.  It was so damn methodical in retrospect.  I was just happy that I could stop even thinking about calling Smith "dad" and could now call Tony "Dad" with Smith around.  Yes, way too naive, but I was way too happy in the space Tony had created for me, even if my mom was on her way to just becoming a tool in the project.

Tony had me lick off his dick after he shot in my hole.  He had Smith hold it while Tony pissed down my throat.  And somehow Smith seemed to be acquiescing in this crazy new space, as Tony told Smith he would have to be involved in every step of this new venture:  "You really will get used to it, Smith.  And your wife will be way more satisfied than ever before.  Plus you'll love your son, so much that you'll happily help your son grow up to take care of his brother properly."

Damn.  I was trying to get my head around that one, but I was still too happy just to have Smith know about me and Tony.  Tony kissed me, almost like never before.  He bit my tits, maybe even harder than Paul had done so long ago.  He said out loud that he was sure James would be pleased, almost as if Smith already knew about James.

Somehow I felt both foolish that Smith hadn't at least suspected something before this, I guess, and curious as to where Tony was really going with all of this.  I really was spending so much time trying to please Tony and James, as well as their friends, that I may not have even been paying attention.

Life was simple, especially when I was getting dick, even more so given Tony and James.

Or life was complicated.

So much to look forward to, or at least be curious about.

Tony fucked me one more time while Smith helped.  The one naked.  The other totally clothed, submissively obeying...