Simm was in the middle of a nightmare, phantom shadows chasing him through a desolate forest. The shadows didn’t have faces, or form really, but they felt dangerous, so he ran and ran and ran, traveling miles on burning legs and lungs that could give out at any moment.
Eventually, he came to the edge of a cliff overlooking a chasm of darkness. The shadows circled him, sizing him up, before one pounced, sending them both careening into the darkness.
Simm’s eyes snapped open as he felt the pressure on his body in real life.
“Morning sunshine,” Jerrin grunted as he lowered himself further onto Simm’s cock. Last night, Simm had taught him proper cock riding, and it seemed Jerrin wanted to surprise his new husband with a repeat of last night's lessons.
Simm groaned, both from thrill and pleasure and the shock of being woken abruptly from sleep. “A b-bit slower, Jerrin.” He gripped his hips, guiding him.
The lovers started their morning with a slow ride, their moans filling the apartment above Simm’s Sundries just as their bedroom filled with the scent of sweet alm oil and sweat. Jerrin was an eager learner, though having the libido of a teenager helped speed lessons along.
Simm jacked Jerrin off as he rode him, letting him cum first, painting Simm’s face. Then Simm took charge of the ride, pushing Jerrin down as his hips came up.
They laughed and panted after their fun, Jerrin cleaning Simm as he’d been taught, with his tongue. They kissed, they cuddled, and then it was time to start their day.
The two came downstairs, Simm in just breeches, Jerrin wearing nothing at all. Jerrin always complained about this. “We’re on our honeymoon, I want to see you. All of you.” But Simm would bite back that he wasn’t Qualian, that he was too old to change, and thought that wouldn’t stop him from throwing Jerrin appreciative glances throughout the day. Jerrin didn’t belabour the point, though. He knew he’d get Simm to join him as a nudist one day.
It had been a week since the two were married. The news slithered its way through Riverside with little aplomb. Apparently, everyone but Simm had expected his and Jerrin’s pairing. Not a matter of it, but when. Simm scoffed at the audacity, but then checked himself. Devout follows of the Goddess of Love, like the citizens of Qualia Kingdom, would presumably have greater insight into matters of the heart and attraction.
They opened the shop for the day. Jerrin swept, cleaned, and organized the shop while Simm took inventory. Once the inventory was taken, Simm sat behind the counter to look over his books, and Jerrin officially ran out of things to do. Simm’s Sundries didn’t do much business, didn’t have a lot of customers, and didn’t require much new inventory. Honestly, Jerrin had begun to worry about the state of their now shared source of income, but Simm waved off his worries with a simple. “I’ve got it covered.”
Trying to pry deeper into it had nearly caused the first major fight in their marriage, so Jerrin left it alone. For now.
The bell rung and Jerrin jumped up from his chair to help the customer, only to deflate once he saw it was just his father, Ennis.
“How’s business, boys?” Ennis asked jovially, as he always did.
“We’ve been open for thirty minutes,” Simm said without looking up from his accounting books. “Did you come to make a purchase, Ennis? Or just buzz around?”
Ennis waggled his finger at Simm. “We’ve talked about this,” He said with mock offense. “What do you call me, son?”
Simm looked up, looking like he wanted to fight it, but gave it up with a sigh. Better ot be on good terms with his in-laws. “Did you come to make a purchase, Daddy?”
“Thats it!” Ennis roared and laughed, slapping his knee. “I’m for sure your Daddy. So what did you two get up to this morning?”
Simm clamped his mouth shut, but Jerrin jumped in. “I woke up Simm by riding his cock. He loved it.”
Simm blushed. He didn't enjoy the easy way people here spoke about their sex life, least of all with their parents.
“That’s my boy! Still dripping?”
Ennis turned Jerrin around and spread his cheeks. Sure enough, Simm’s cum was still leaking from his used hole. Simm blushed deeper and swatted at Ennis’s hands.
“Don’t look at that.” He grumbled.
“Bah. I seem to recall from the times I was in your bed that you love to watch it leak it out.”
Simm wanted the earth to open beneath his feet and devour him. It was true. Simm had slept with Ennis a few times since he’d set up shop in the village four years ago. This wasn’t a secret to anybody. Ennis had told everyone, and the man was a born cock-whore, but it still wranckled Simm that he had fucked his husband's father, and nobody seemed to care. If anything, it had qualified Simm to take Jerrin as his husband to Ennis.
“Speaking of, when are we gonna have some fun again? A menage-a-trois to break in the marriage bed.” Ennis said.
“That’s…almost too depraved,” Simm said with a shiver, though his cock gave a traitorous twitch in excitement.
Ennis and Jerrin both threw Simm the same annoyed look.
“Come on, Simm. You’re telling me you don’t want to see me spitroast between the two of you?” Jerrin prodded.
“N-No! I mean… maybe, but with Ennis?”
“Daddy.” Ennis reminded.
“But with Daddy?”
Jerrin didn’t seem to understand Simm’s hesitance. “What’s wrong? It would be fun for all of us. Bring us closer together through teamwork and all that.”
“It’s debauched.”
“The Goddess teaches us that the sacred act brings you closer to others through intimate contact and spreads divine love. Doesn’t matter who, so long as consent is given.” Jerrin said, seemingly quoting Father Maago’s sermon from last Sun’s Day.
Ennis nodded. “Not so uncommon for father and son to have fun together. It’s expected around these parts. Need to make sure my son and his new husband are able to perform their marital duties properly. And what better way than partaking in the goods myself?”
“But… “ Simm began. Such an act would be deemed nigh heretical in Simm’s homeland, the Forest Kingdom of Harbin. The idea filled him with an anxious fear that was quickly butting up against the sensual fantasy of seeing father and son service his cock at the same time.
“Oh, whatever. Fine. We can have a threesome, the three of us, sometime.”
Both Ennis and Jerrin whooped, having finally broken Simm down.
“I suppose after open hours we can-” But before Simm could finish, Ennis was running to close and lock the shop door, and Jerrin was pulling Simm up the stairs to the apartment.
In no time at all, Simm and Jerrin were back in the bedroom. Jerrin roughly pulled down Simm’s breeches and embraced him. Simm shivered as Jerrin’s body hair brushed against his smooth skin, and the two were kissing, deep and sensual. Simm was still nervous about having a threesome, especially with his husband's father, but he supposed more perverted things were out there. Whether he’d ever dabble in them was another question entirely, but right now, he’d focus on this.
Ennis barged into the room, already naked, cock hard, an open jar of alm oil in his hands. Jerrin clearly inherited his hair and his cock, from his father. They were identically hairy, and their cocks were almost identical in size and girth. Ennis was about a head taller, though, with a trim beard that Simm knew from experience pricked just right when drawn across his skin. Simm was already feeling more positive about this.
“How should we start? I can’t say I’ve done this often.” Simm said.
Jerrin and Ennis were already moving. Jerrin hopped onto the bed and got on all fours, Ennis taking up position on his knees in front of his son.
“Let’s get started, Simm. Get inside the boy's tight ass and let’s spitroast the boy.” Ennis said, poking his cockhead against Jerrin’s lips.
Simm did as told, grumbling all the while about moving too fast. Ennis handed Simm the jar of oil, and he slicked his cock up liberally before doing the same to his fingers and quickly getting Jerrin ready. Jerrin was still new to anal sex, and as much as he enjoyed it, he still couldn’t take going very fast or rough without a few tears.
Once his hairy pucker was prepped, Simm positioned himself, looking up at Ennis. His father-in-law nodded, and the two of them sank in together. Simm gave an obligate groan. Not that he’d ever grown tired of sex with anyone before, but he knew he’d always love Jerrin’s tight, greedy little ass. Simm heard Ennis do the same as he entered his son’s mouth. Jerrin was a quick learner in this field, but he was a born talent at fellatio. He had gagged once, taking Simm the day after their wedding and then never again.
The three of them began moving, taking a moment to match pace before finding a careful timing that worked right. Soon enough, the three of them were lost in the shared ecstasy of sex. The slap of Simm’s hips against Jerrin’s ass was followed by the gurgle of Jerrin taking his father’s cock to the back of the throat. It was an erotic symphony, and Simm was loving it. Jerrin’s hard, leaking cock showed that he was, too, and the big, dumb grin on Ennis’s face indicated the same.
Just as they began to speed up their tempo, Ennis leaned forward to kiss Simm, who accepted it readily. Simm had to admit, while his husband was a more bashful kisser, for now anyway, Ennis was a beast, trying devour Simm through sloppy and hard tongue work. Simm nearly lost all his senses as his mind was occupied with the engulfing heat of Jerrin’s ass around his cock, and the taste of tobacco on Ennis’s tongue.
Time fell away for the three of them. Simm couldn’t say exactly how much longer they lasted, but Jerrin was the first one to climax. With a whimper, he released all over the bedsheets below him his moans choked out around the girth of Ennis’s cock. Ennis wasn’t far behind. He roughly grabbed Jerrin’s head and forced his cock down Jerrin's gullet, the boy's nose buried in his father’s pubes.
With a cry, Simm gave one last hard thrust and buried himself to the root in Jerrin’s ass, his cock painting his husband's channel with a fountain of cum in one of the best orgasms Jerrin had ever had.
The three collapsed, boneless and drained from their lovemaking. They adjusted themselves until Jerrin was firmly sandwiched between Simm and his father. The three caught their breath until Simm regained the ability to speak.
“By the Goddess, that was amazing.”
“And you thought it was depraved,” Ennis chuckled, “Told you it was good.”
“What now? What else can we do?” Simm asked eagerly.
“Goddess, I’d love nothing more than to see my son take that muscular elven ass and pound it into the mattress.”
Ennis got up from the bed and sat in the cushioned chair in the corner of the room, already stroking himself back to hard. Simm now understood why Jerrin was so adamant about putting that particular piece of furniture in place when he moved in.
Jerrin was still groggy from a good fucking and didn’t quite understand what was about to happen.
“W-what now? Who’s doing what?”
“You’re getting a turn at fucking me, Jerrin. How would you like it?”
Jerrin’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, really? Is that allowed? Have you… done this before?”
“Of course I have. I’m an elf. I’ve lived long enough to take more cock than your father, though I’m sure he’s closing that gap quickly.”
Ennis nodded in agreement, and Simm got on his back, arms out. “Come here. Just do as your body tells you and don’t worry too much about me.”
This would be a special treat for his husband, their first time switching in bed. Simm had taken a variety of cocks in all shapes and sizes in his time, some hands and arms, and even a few tentacles, but it was always different doing it with someone you loved.
Jerrin carefully climbed on top of Simm. He was blushing hard, but his cock was already hard again, the head glistening with newly flowing pre-cum.
Jerrin looked back at Ennis, “A-Am I doing it right?”
Ennis, stroking his lubed-up cock, nodded, “Just do what feels good this first time. Simm ain’t expecting perfect, can’t expect a boy to know more than an elf in this matter.”
“Listen to Daddy. It’s your first time topping, so you can just go wild with it. You won’t hurt me. Don’t even need to prep me.”
Jerrin gulped, but lubed his aching cock with oil and pressed forward. He prodded at Simm’s pink pucker, watching the entire process as his cockhead pushed past the resistance of the muscle and popped inside. Jerrin smiled as he quickly sheathed the rest of his shaft into Simm.
“Holy shit, this is nice. I could do this more often.” Jerrin moaned.
Simm wrapped his legs around Jerrin’s waist and his arms around his neck. “Put a show on for Daddy then. Show me how hard you can fuck.”
Jerrin didn’t need to be told twice. He let the pleasure control him. He went hard and fast, the impact of his hips against Simm’s loud and proud. Simm relaxed into the act, his ass seemingly pulling Jerrin back in when he pulled out. It wasn’t perfect, though. Jerrin fell out more than once, apologizing and blushing as he got back in. He apologized for the sounds their coupling made, as though he hadn’t heard it before, even apologized for struggling to find Simm’s prostate, though Simm wasn’t sure Jerrin truly understood what that looked like during sex.
Simm let Jerrin continue. He imagined it looked a bit comical. He was nearly two heads taller than Jerrin. To see the smaller man rut into someone as big as Simm must have been a sight, but as Simm turned his head to see Ennis, he saw the man eagerly stroking his cock. Clearly, this was hotter than Simm had realized. And he loved it too. His eager little husband, the scrape of his body hair against Simm’s smooth skin. Jerrin’s hands, calloused from a childhood of farmwork, trying to find purchase on Simm’s sweat-slicked skin.
“Fill me up, Jerrin,” Simm said as he closed his legs tighter around his husband, pulling him deeper and closer. Jerrin responded with a harder pounding, his moans growing louder with each stroke of his cock in and out. As his climax came, his cock popped out of Simm’s ass, though it didn’t seem on purpose. Jerrin’s cock erupted all over Simm’s groin, covering his partner’s cock with his cum.
All in all, Jerrin hadn’t lasted much longer than five minutes. Simm felt he’d have to add endurance training to their sex ed lessons.
Simm pulled Jerrin down into a kiss, embracing him tightly to leave no room between them, the mess of cum spreading between them.
Ennis groaned. He hadn’t cum yet, simply edged himself.
“When is my turn, huh? You two have got me all hot and bothered. Well, more than I already was.”
Simm smiled. “Well, you can take Jerrin or me if you want, Daddy. Or both of us.”
“Both?” Ennis said in disbelief.
“Why not? You’ve earned it. Without both of you harangueing me into this, I wouldn’t have seen how fun it could be. I suppose it has brought us closer. Let’s do more.”
Simm got up from the bed and arranged it. Jerrin would be on his back on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the floor. Ennis on top of his son, his ass positioned just right for Jerrin’s cock to enter, and Simm standing behind them. A fair setup for double penetration.
Jerrin didn’t ask for permission. He brought his hips up, taking a moment to find the correct position without a line of sight before hitting against his father's hole. Slipping inside, Jerrin shivered.
“I’m in Daddy. Ready for Simm?”
Simm pressed forward slowly, feeling the heat and the velvet drag of Jerrin’s shaft sliding alongside his own. Ennis groaned low, body shuddering as he stretched tight around them both. Jerrin’s eyes locked on Simm’s over his father’s shoulder—wide, awed, a little scared, completely in love. Simm reached around to stroke Jerrin’s flank, grounding him. “Breathe with us, love. Help me find the rhythm.”
Despite his assurances, Simm ultimately found it easier to adjust to Jerrin’s timing. The boy was still new to using his dick and had trouble controlling himself, though he did remember his father’s pleasure, and snaked a hand between them to jack off Ennis as they moved in and out. The three of them were locked in their shared passion, moaning at their shared pleasure, their new pleasure as one family.
Jerrin was the first to break.
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy!”
His cum shot was powerful, and Simm could feel each twitch of his cock as it emptied into his father’s guts. Jerrin’s climax set off Ennis’s, his hole clenching, milking Simm. Simm couldn’t hold back, and finally, he came as well, his cum mixing with Jerrin’s inside Ennis.
The three collapsed into a blissed-out pile, their bodies still vibrating with the aftershocks of their trist. After a moment, Simm and Jerrin’s softening cocks slipped out, though both were loath to stay inside longer. Satisfied and tired, they moved together to lie on the bed for a rest.
Ennis and Jerrin pillowed their heads on Simm’s ample chest, Jerrin stroked Simm’s lower stomach, while Ennis’ free hand played with his hair. Simm, for his part, had a hairy ass cheek in each hand. He had to admit, having two hairy farmers in his bed, one on each side, looking at him like he hung the moon, was more than he felt he deserved, but he’d take it regardless.
“Told you it’d be good for us.” Jerrin chided.
“Aye, you’ll never doubt your Daddy again, I hope,” Ennis said.
Simm sighed. “I will perhaps take your advice into deeper consideration here going forward.”
“Good enough for me,” Ennis hummed. “Want to try some piss play tomorrow?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
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