The dynamic of the Bulls

Hi all! Thanks for your patience with this chapter. I reworked the plot of this one a few times and ran into roadblocks with it, but hope you enjoyed!

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Connor:

A week had passed since Mom came back from Chicago. The house stayed strangely quiet. She never brought up the move or the job, only said she'd had a good time. Dad and I kept up the usual routine, which we still did naturally. No matter how much had shifted between us, he was still my father. Though now our touches lingered, our glances held longer, tightening something within me. I could see through the tension in his jaw, he sensed it too.

When the next weekend arrived, the swim awards ceremony, Dad and I piled into Steve Adler’s SUV to ride down with them. Excitement buzzed for the event, but hotter beneath it, the foreshadowing fact I’d get to share a bed with Dad again. Not to mention, the room being shared with Austin and his dad. After a week of restraint, I was pent up and ready.

The highway blurred past my window. Steve drove, Dad riding shotgun while Austin and I claimed the backseat. Warm weather awaited us south of home. The best was that since Austin and I were seniors, we only had to show our faces for a few hours instead of an entire day. Two entire days stretched ahead, essentially a little vacation, ours.

“Good time for a little getaway, huh? Smooth move, boys,” Steve joked from behind the wheel.

My voice bounced with excitement. “Seriously, thanks for booking the room, Mr. Adler.”

Connor, how long’ve we known each other? Drop the ‘Mister.’ I’m practically your uncle by now.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Guess so. Sorry… Uncle Steve?” Austin muffled a laugh beside me.

Dad ribbed his friend. “Uncle Steve. Has a nice rhythm.”

“Hey, remember, that makes you Uncle Jeff to my kid,” Steve shot back. Light chuckles filled the car. Truth was, they’d been close as family to us for years.

Dad leaned forward. “So where’s this place we’re staying anyway?”

“Town’s no beach spot, so I figured we’d need some water. Found a quiet motel with a pool. Looked decent, so I booked it.”

Austin snorted. “A motel? What are we, hookers?” We burst out laughing. “Nah, Dad showed me pics. Place looks decent!”

Dad shrugged. “As long as the sheets are clean, it’ll do.”

“Oh, they are,” Steve assured us. “Plus, saving cash without skimping. Mini-fridge in the room, full bar downstairs. Pool, hot tub, gym. Place seems like the whole package.”

The place sounded nice. We pulled in at dusk, the sky streaking orange above the low-slung building. Updated but clinging to its retro bones, the motel sat quiet on the city's edge. Grabbing our bags, we stepped into the lobby. A young woman behind the counter handed us key cards and drink vouchers with a tired smile.

"Thanks for choosing us," she said, sliding a map toward us. "Leave a good review if you can? We're fighting an uphill battle against the chains." Her voice echoed slightly in the near-empty space.

Steve jiggled the keycard. "Home sweet home," he announced, swinging the door wide.

Clean, modern, yet humming with nostalgic warmth, the room matched the lobby's vibe. Twin queens draped in marshmallow-soft linens stood side by side. Sliding glass doors revealed a tiny balcony overlooking the pool, downtown’s skyline glittering in the distance.

"Damn good pick, Steve." Dad belly-flopped onto the nearest bed. "Connor, c’mere." He patted the duvet. I hopped on right beside him. The mattress yielded just right beneath me, crisp sheets sighing as I burrowed into Dad's waiting arm.

"Wow," I breathed. "This is… really nice."

"Told you!" Steve bounced on his toes. "Now, how about the bar? Some food? I’m starving."

We all agreed, hungry after the long road trip. We ate light since it was getting late, nothing crazy as we planed tomorrow’s schedule over club sodas while Dad and Steve nursed some bourbon. We had to make sure we were on time tomorrow. Outside, the pool shimmered under string lights, empty chairs waiting.

Sometime later it was getting late and we decided to head in for the night. After getting ready for bed, we all stripped down naked, and got into bed. Dad and I in one bed, while Austin and his dad had the other. The mattresses swallowed us whole in their comfort, exhaustion from travel settled like dust. Silence took the room thick and fast as the a/c acted as white noise.

Steve’s soft snores hummed through the room. Pale warm streetlights bled through the blinds, painting the room in stripes of faint gold. Once Austin and Steve sank fully into sleep, I curled against Dad’s side. His body was turned slightly toward me, my cheek pressed to the corse hair of his chest. Each breath lifted me, then let me sink. My own body betrayed me, I was horny and so close to dad. My hard little boner pressed against the solid warmth of his hairy thigh as I nestled closer. My gaze drifted downward. Over the landscape of his torso, dark hair trailed from his chest, trailing down his stomach, then to the thick base of his giant cock. Even laying limp between his legs, you could see its powerful status.

My fingers skimmed lower, through short, wirey hair, until my hand took hold of his soft, warm monster. My throat tightened as I glanced across the room, stillness held the other bed where Austin and Steve slept. Teeth catching my lip, I slid lower, down between his thick legs. I guided his soft dick to my mouth, opening wide and sucking him in. In his non erect state, I could easily manage taking him to the base of his cock. His trimmed pubic hair brushing my nose as I did. I could feel exactly where his thick mushroom head was in my throat, as my smooth chin rest on the weight of his big balls. His scent, musky and sharp, flooded my senses along with the taste of his cock, blooming on my tongue. In my throat, I felt a pulse, him thickening. His swelling cock pushed against my throat, stretching my jaw, and forced me to back of his mighty shaft.  My lips strained around his immense girth as he grew to his full, massive, size.

His cock, the tool I owed everything to, radiated raw power. My lips stretched around the thick head, my hand sliding along the slick shaft still glistening with my spit. I traced the thick veins pulsing beneath the skin, each throb a testament to his masculinity as I worshipped him. A low sigh escaped him as I worked. He was awake now, eyes heavy-lidded, watching me with a lazy smile as I took him deeper. I pushed down, his swollen crown breaching my throat again, stretching it. His head tilted back, a silent groan of bliss vibrating through him. Calloused fingers gripped my hair, guiding me further onto his thick throbbing meat.

The wet sounds of my suctioned mouth filled the room, mingling with Steve’s steady snores. Dad loved this, the danger, the thrill of our friends sleeping just feet away. I felt it too, the nervous flutter in my chest, the heat coiling low in my belly. Getting caught was a razor’s edge, but that’s what made it electric. He needed me as desperately as I needed him. Nothing would stop us. His hand pressed harder, forcing me down until I gagged. He was too big to take any more, the angle I was at making it more difficult. He eased up, lacing fingers behind his head to watch me suck. One of my hands roamed his hairy stomach, the other cradling the heavy full weight of his balls. Spit-slicked and gleaming, his cock dripped onto my palm, the wetness trailing down to where I held him.

Suddenly, he gripped beneath my shoulders and lifted me effortlessly. Our lips met in an instinctive, fevered embrace. Dad rotated me mid-kiss until I straddled his hips, the curve of my back lay on his powerful, hairy torso. His calloused palm tilted my chin sideways as his other hand slid down, guiding his big yearning dick toward my clenched hole. I felt his wet, swollen head nudge against me with a relentless, slick pressure. His cock like a battering ram. I ached desperately for his invasion. My tight ring gave way with practiced surrender as he pushed into me. A choked moan escaped my mouth directly into his.

"Quiet now, boy," he breathed against my lips. “Can’t get too loud.” We glanced sideways at the Adlers' motionless forms, still sound asleep. I shifted, planting my heels on his muscled thighs. Dad's arms locked around me, one banding my waist, the other caressing my chest. I clung to that iron forearm as he pushed deeper. A gasp hissed through my gritting teeth at the stretching burn, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Agony and ecstasy twisted together; already I felt the brutal fullness ignite sparks throughout my insides. He sank to the hilt, burying every thick, pulsing inch where I desired him most.

“Fuck yea, that’s it boy. Christ, you’re gripping me tight.” His quiet breath scraped against my ear. My hips rolled slow, grinding deeper onto him. A shudder ripped through me, eyes fluttering shut. “Ride daddy’s cock just like that,” he growled. Broken little moans escaped me each time I lifted and sank back down, impaling myself. His thumb circled my nipple, sharp and deliberate. “Quiet,” he hissed when I gasped.

“Dad… fuck… I can’t… so fucking good.” The whispers trembled out of me. My full little cock flopping wet against me with every drop onto him. Then he met me, driving upward as I plunged down, thrusting intently.

“Gotta take over, sport.” The words were graven, quiet but intent. “Gonna fuck you raw.” He pistoned into me, withdrawing almost entirely, till just the head stayed buried before slamming back in. Again and again. Faster, each thrust more brutal than the last. The bed frame creaking. Skin slapped skin. The room filled with it; the slapping of hips, the groan of bed springs, the wet choke of my breathing. This all happening while our closest friends slept peacefully right beside us.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck, Dad!” The whimpers tore from my throat as he drove into me. His calloused palm clamped over my mouth, silencing me while his hips hammered against mine.

“Quiet, sport,” Dad growled, breath hot against my ear. Each thrust slammed deeper, stretching me impossibly full. My little cock strained, hard and dripping. Dad noticed, his free hand wrapped around my boyhood, gripping me in his palm as he pounded relentlessly. Bliss surged through me, raw and like electric. His thickness dragged against that sweet spot inside with every withdrawal, every plunge. My legs trembled violently, muscles betraying me as the pleasure he caused wrecked me.

Dad wrenched my head to his, our mouths crashing together in a wet, desperate kiss as I moaned into his lips. His grip abandoned my flushed little cock, now crimson and throbbing from relentless attention.  His hands gripped behind my knees. He hoisted me effortlessly, slamming me down onto his thick shaft again and again like his own living fleshlight. And I was exactly that, trembling with delirious joy at being used. After moments of brutal bouncing, he shifted back to jackhammering my hole with savage thrusts.

“Dad… fuck… you’re gonna make me cum!” I gasped when he finally broke our kiss.

“Do it, boy,” he growled, whispered breath hot against my ear. “Cum for me. Show Daddy how good my dick feels.”

My moans built to a shattering pitch until he silenced me with another fervent kiss. I convulsed against his mouth, my insides on fire in the best way possible. As dad’s cock kept thrusting away, I could feel myself clamping down around his girth. My little dick exploded as my cum arched through the air and rained down on my abs. It felt as if I blacked out into my own bliss. All the while, I could feel dad’s giant cock still pounding me into oblivion, not once slowing his roll.

As I came down from ecstasy, Dad rolled us sideways, his cock still buried deep while spooning against Me. We faced the Adlers, miraculously undisturbed in their sleep. Dad hooked my thigh over his forearm, never breaking rhythm as his hips hammered into me, each thrust deeper, more urgent. I knew he was nearing the edge. His lips burned trails down my neck while his other arm locked around my waist, calloused palm smearing my runny cum through abs.

His cock swelled inside me, going ridged and pressing against my walls, pulsing with impending release. "Fuck me, Dad," I whispered between ragged breaths, arching back against his thrusts. "Fill me with that load."

"Christ… Connor…" His groan cut off as he crushed his mouth to mine. One final, brutal shove buried him to the hilt. His intense grunts vibrated against my lips as he came, cock convulsing as thick ropes flooded me. The intense rush of it all nearly made me cum again. I felt every pulse, every spurt, as it felt endless. Like he’d never stop shooting. He rocked gently through the aftershocks, then slumped against me, our bodies tangled and trembling. We shared a lazy kiss before glancing over to the other bed. The Adlers hadn't even stirred throughout our entire forbidden act.

“Fuck, dad, that was intense. I needed you so bad.” I breathed against his ear.

“Tell me about it, sport. Can’t believe they didn’t even stir.” His low chuckle vibrated against my back as he held me tighter, his spent cock still buried inside me. His warmth spread through me, arms locked around my chest, breath hot on my neck. I felt safe, comfortable in his close embrace. He slowly began to shift, starting to withdraw from me.

“No, wait, leave it, dad.” I murmured, pressing back against him. “Feels too good.”  I grinned warmly.

“I’m gonna pass out right here, boy,” he mumbled, “you tired me right out.” exhaustion thick in his voice. After what we’d done, I wasn’t far from crashing either.

“Then sleep inside me,” I said. A rough, satisfied sound rumbled from his chest as he pushed fully back into me, hips flush against my ass. His lips brushed my shoulder once, lazy and warm, before his head sank into the pillow. Within minutes, his breathing deepened into sleep. I followed not long after, still full of him.

Jeff:

The sunlight gently cascaded through the cracked curtains, waking me up. I had Connor wrapped in a tight embrace against me. My morning wood was burrier deep inside him, squeezed warm and tight, after sleeping in him throughout the night. The Adlers still hadn’t woken up, as they lay together in their bed. I quickly pulled the bedsheet up covering us from the waist down, noting that I should have done that before passing out, then settled back into our embrace as Connor slept on. The tight, wet heat of his walls gripped me, still full of last night's load since my cock had kept him plugged. My shaft pulsed hard within him, just waiting to go another round. I could get used to waking up like this.

I let my hand explore my boys smooth body.  Wandering over his perfect abs that had a dried crust from his own orgasm last night, tracing from his small cock up to his navel. His pecs were buff, and his nipples perky as my hand brushed over them. I let my hand drift back down his abs, then lower, encapsulating his own little morning wood. There was just something so hot to me about being able to hold all that made him a man in my grasp, a reminder of my dominance and power over him. As that hand gripped him, I shifted my arm that was under him so my other hand could gently play with his perky nipples.

The Adler’s remained deep in sleep, Connor was too, at least for the moment. I couldn’t hold back any longer, though. Slowly, I began rocking my hips. Sliding out, then easing back into my boy’s slick, cum filled hole as we lay spooning. With each thrust, his sleeping body responded, soft sighs and low moans escaping from his lips. Even while sleeping, pleasure washed over his face. Then, those blue eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a drowsy grin. I paused my thrusts so he could wake up, smiling down at him.

“Mornin’, sport,” I breathed in a whisper, flexing my cock inside him so he could feel it jump. He bit his lip gently. Unable to resist, I leaned down, giving him a peck on the lips before going back to gently thrusting into him

“Mmm, mornin’, Dad,” he mumbled back groggily. His gaze held mine, innocent and bright, that tender smile spreading as he moaned softly. “Fuck, Dad… best wake-up call ever.” He glanced toward the Adlers, still asleep beside us.

“I think so too, sport.”  I whispered back. Then I sank back in, driving into him harder, deeper. Connor’s whimpers and muffled cries hung in the air between us, sweet and whispered.

Suddenly, an alarm shattered the silence in the room. We froze. Austin and Steve stirring in the bed next to us. fumbling to silence the piercing sound. Steve’s gaze met mine across the room. A mouthed “sorry” formed on his lips. Oblivious. Unaware of the taboo unfolding beneath our sheets, where I was buried deep inside my own son. Connor pretended to sleep, a spooned statue against me. I sank back into the pillow, moving my chest off his back to not look as obvious, yet keeping our hips connected.

We lay still, listening to their movement, rustling clothes and muffled footsteps. Connor clenched around me, a sly pulse of his muscles milking my cock. His hips rolled back, a slow grind against me as he played dead. Insane. My hand still trapped under him tweaked his nipple harder, a warning to ease up. Biting back a groan of bliss took every shred of control as his pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around me, trying to milk me.

As dangerous as it was, there was something so thrilling about them not knowing what was happening beneath our bedsheet. Connor, the desperate little slut he was, reveled in it, working my length with every muscle in his ass he could. I cracked my eyes open. Steve and Austin tugged on running gear. Steve’s whisper cut through the dim light: "Morning run. We’ll be back in like an hour." He adjusted his shorts, bulging with his own obvious morning wood erection. Austin stretched behind him, quads flexing.

"Sounds good, bud. We’re gonna get a workout in too when we get up.” I whispered back. Then I drove my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt, the making my cock jump inside Connor’s hole. The promise of the workout he’d get once they left.

Steve nodded. The door lock clicked open. Footsteps faded into the hall. The hinges squeaked as it swung shut. Then, the final, heavy *thunk* of the latch.  We were alone.

I flung the sheet aside, grabbed Connor and rolled us over in the same positing I fucked him last night. Connor lay on top of me, his feet up on my quads as I held him, and I started fucking him hard, deep. His pussy taking every brutal thrust, just as he deserved.

“You think you can just tease your old man like that?” I growled, my hips pistoning into his wet hole. “Squeezing my thick cock with that tight pussy when I can’t fuck you hard like this?” The sloppy sounds of my cock in his seeded hole echoed off the walls along with Connor’s high pitched whimpers of bliss.

“Fuck! Yeah. Give it to me, Dad! Show me what a bad boy I’ve been!” He squealed in ragged moans, arching back against me.

My hand slammed his hips down to meet my thrusting hips. “Yeah, you’ve been naughty, boy. Daddy’s gotta teach you some manors.” His response was a shuddering moan, crying in pure ecstasy. Needing more, I hauled us both upright, bending him over the bed’s edge to fuck him doggy style. My shaft never leaving his hole as I did so.

Then, I withdrew completely for the first time since penetrating him last night. My pulsing cock dripped and glistened with cum. His ass gaped wide, stretched, raw and trying to clench shut but failing to do so. Thick trails of my cum oozed down his smooth taint.

“Dad!” Connor’s sob hitched as his fingers brushed his gaping ring. He started to push two inside his gape, exploring his ruined hole.

I slapped his hand away. Dug my thumbs into his cheeks and spread him wide, showing myself just how much I gapped him. It drove me wild. I mounted him, slamming all the way in a single, brutal thrust. His scream tore through the room.

“Like that, sport?” I grunted, pulling out slow before hammering back in. “Like how my cock molds you? Turning your hole into my personal pussy?”

“Ah… dad!” he choked out before biting down on the sheets. My fingers dug into his hips, yanking him against every thrust. His sweat slicked muscles trembled as he gripped the bedding for support. I was losing control, rougher than I meant to be, but Connor craved it. He always caved it rough. I thrusted faster, harder, wrenching raw whimpers from his throat through his teeth gritting the white sheet.

“Your pussys so fucking good, boy,” I growled, pistoning into him. The wet slap of skin and our ragged breaths filled the room .

“Yes! Harder, daddy… fuck! You’re so damn huge!” he cried, his face finally free of the sheets he was biting. We were drenche in sweat, panting. I slowed down to catch my breath, so he could too, then collapsed down, kissing his shoulder.

“You handle my size so well, son. It’s never not amazing to me.” I complimented through panted breaths.

“I only want your cock, dad.” he gasped, a grin washed over his face as he said it. The words seared through me. My boy, my son. I yanked out of him, flipped him onto his back, and drove myself back in again a single brutal thrust. Missionary was my favorite with him, it offered the best view. Watching ecstasy and bliss twist his face, his chest heaving from his panted moans, his small boyhood bouncing around with each sharp thrust. I crushed his mouth under mine, fucking him ruthless and deep. His hands grabbed my hairy ass, pulling me deeper, begging without words as he moaned into my mouth.

“Even with your hole gapped wide open, you’re still gripping me like a vise, boy,” I growled, driving into him deeper.

“You’re massive, Dad, I’ll always feel this tight for you,” he gasped. “Don’t know how much more I can take, I’m so close.” His confession hung raw in the air. I arched back to watch. His pecs bounced with every slam along with his sweat slicked abs gleaming, his crimson flushed little cock twitching, ready to burst. I reached down, trapping his shaft between my thumb and forefinger.

“Love your tiny little cock, son. So damn small. So cute. You’re so eager for my cock; like you’re born to take, not give.” My words dripped with dark amusement as I saw how turned on they made him, causing a cocky grin to crack on my face. Precum beaded at the slit of his trembling little dick.

“Yes! Fuck, Dad! Only your cock!” he whimpered moans looking up at me, eyes glazed with worship. “My useless dick just proves what a real man you are. I’m your slut, love being your slut.” Pure need radiated off him as he wore an expression of pure bliss.  I was close now too.

“Fuck yeah, sport. Take it, boy!” My voice was rough with need as I pinned his writhing body beneath mine. Our sweat-slicked skin sliding together as his tight, warm hole milked me while I jack hammered into him. "My perfect fucking son... born to take his father's cock…. Born to be mine.” My grin was savage as he let out uncontrollable moans. I could tell he was teetering on the edge of a climax.

“Fuck, Dad! I can’t… I’m gonna cum!” he shrieked. I felt the tremors building in him as his nails dug into my back.

“Not yet! Hold it,” I ordered as I pulled myself free, causing his wrecked hole to let out a sloppy queef as it trembled open. My cock throbbed, slick and angry under the dim light, veins standing stark against flushed skin. Connor and I were gonna cum together. I stroked myself furiously, my pulsing cock looming over his delicate little boner. I wrapped my fingers around my massive shaft and began stroking myself vigorously. I worked myself faster, my swollen head dragging against his twitching little prick, the sheer size of my large cock head covered his boyhood whole. His sac tightened under the pressure of my relentless strokes, and I ground down harder, my teeth sinking into my lip as his choked gasps filled the room and he wiggled uncontrollably.

“God, Dad, look at you… us… your cock on mine… ahh, fuck! Dad! I’m gonna cum!” His moan shattered into a desperate whimper as his little dick started convulsing beneath mine. That frantic twitching friction was right where my nerves were most sensitive. The same swollen sensitive ridge of his head, grinding and twitching against my own, brought me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, boy!” My growl tore through the room as we climaxed together, his little shaft held flush against my big cock head.

“Ahhh, yeah, dad! Cover me in your cum!!” He begged and began moaning uncontrollably as I felt his cock twitching hard against me as a warm wet sensation enveloped the under side of my cock. Connor was starting to squirt out his cum against the underside of my own cock head. It was such an intense moment as my own cock pulsed hard and shot a huge thick white rope of cum onto his trembling abdomen. As his small watery load splattered against and slicked our dicks , mine was shooting out more thick ropes onto his body.

“Fuck yeah, take it boy! Fuck!” I moaned heavily as my jaw clenched and my muscles tightened. Another violent pulse shot a thick rope up and across his collarbone, followed by another that surged out and splattered down on one of his nipple. His blissful cries drove my Instinct, rutting my heavy cock against his small boyhood as I slid through his mess between us. I felt my big balls collide against his smaller ones as my pulsing cock slid up his abdomen. A violent burst arced up with a vengeance, splattering his cheek, as my dick buck wildly against him. I could feel his little cock still twitching beneath me.

“Dad… it’s so good when our cocks cum together,” he whimpered, lips curved in dazed wonder. “You shoot so much…” Another thick rope splattered across his open mouth before he could finish his sentence. My remaining ropes were not nearly as intense as I rode out my climax. A few jets splattered his chest and upper abs. As I pulled back a bit, the final beads of semen dripped onto his spent dick and tight balls. He stared up through the mess, grinning. My pearly thick cum glistening on his parted lips. He loved it, and I loved seeing him like this. It was a weird sense of pride.

“Fuck, that was intense, sport.” I gasped, my chest heaving with each breath. My thick, softening cock rested against his now limp, but full, little dick, glazed with my cum. Below, his gaped hole weeped out remnants of my load from last night onto the sheets.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good, Dad.” He panted out softly with an exhausted grin. His tongue darted out, softly tracing his lips. “Mhhm, I love how you taste.” He moaned, gently biting his lower lip. He was a perfect mess, my greedy, fucked-out boy. I grinned, pride swelling as I drank him in.

Before I could respond, the doorknob turned. Our eyes locked in a panicked silence.

I looked at the door as Steve and Austin stumbled in, breath ragged and shirts plastered to their chests with sweat. Connor’s eyes snapped wide, wearing a mix of shock and terror on his expression as I felt his body tense up. No cover. No escape. Steve’s gaze locked with mine. I watched the shift happen; the slow drain of exhaustion replaced by dawning comprehension, confusion. Beside him, Austin’s jaw hung open as he stared at us; father and son, in a forbidden post fuck state.

We were caught, raw and undeniable. My best friend had walked into something unforgivable. Terrible timing, but my cock twitched, spilling one last glistening drop of semen onto Connor.

Silence choked the room. Four sets of lungs heaved in exhaustion. Steve and Austin from their run, Connor and I from our hard, passionate fuck.

“Jeff?” Was all Steve could say, cutting through the silence like a dull knife. His expression was a mask… flat, unreadable. I braced for anger, disappointment, disgust, but my best friend’s face gave nothing away.

“I… I…” The words died in my throat, unable to escape my mouth. I didn’t know what to say, what could I say? How do you tell your best friend, the one that knows you best and for the longest, you’ve been fucking your own son?

“Austin,” Steve said, his voice too calm. Too controlled. His eyes never left mine. The entire situation making me uneasy. “Take Connor. Get cleaned up for the ceremony. We can’t be late. Jeff and I are going to have a talk. Right now.”

“Dad?” Connor asked, as if for permission.

I gave a heavy exhale as I backed off Connor, offering him a hand. “Go on, it’ll be alright sport.” I told him, as if a lie to myself for reassurance, as I helped him up to his feet. His legs trembled as he stood, unsteady from our intense fuck, then he hobbled toward Austin who guided him to the bathroom. My throat tightened when my gaze fell on the bed, sheets plastered with sweat, streaked with our cum. I gave one last look at my son, as he did to me, both uncertain of what was to come next. As they rounded the doorframe, Austin shut the bathroom behind them, separating us.

Then I lifted my eyes back to Steve. Defeat carved lines across my face. His typical warm and joking presence was gone, he was unreadable. "Steve, this isn’t…"  I started.

He sliced through my words. "What the FUCK, Jeff? What, what is this? How?" Agitation carrying his voice that was hushed but urgent, then further into something jagged, almost wounded.

"I know, I know. This is fucked, it’s twisted. It just..." I sank onto the bed’s edge, the mattress still warm from us. My hands cradled my skull, fingers digging into my scalp.

Steve moved to sit opposite me on the edge of his bed, uncomfortable and fidgeting. "Fuck, Jeff!” He hissed out. He had every right to have this reaction. “I… I told you about jerking off with my kid, that… that night by the pool. I thought that was too much. But, this?” He took a breath, then shook his head. “You… you’re fucking your son?” The words hissed like steam from a cracked pipe.

"I know. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s…. it’s fucked.” My head snapped up, meeting his stare. "But I can’t help it, Steve. I… he’s my son, I just..." My words still couldn’t make it out of my mouth. Across from me, Steve’s eyes pierced into me, as if he was tryin to see what I was thinking.

“So… this is consensual?” Steve’s voice cut through the quiet, heavy as stone.

I dragged a hand over my face. “Jesus, Steve, YES! What we did... it’s fucked up, I know. But Connor wants me just as bad as I…. Just as bad as I need him.” The silence swallowed us again, nothing but the hiss of running water as our sons showered.

“How long?” His eyes pinned mine again, steady.

“A few months.” The word hung there before I forced the rest out. “I… I never thought it would go this far or come to this. It started almost like a game or something. Just us joking and pushing our boundaries. Then all of the sudden, it wasn’t that anymore. We, we both just fell into this… this dynamic.” My pulse hammered against my chest as my head sank back down into my hands. “I just always wanted to be a good dad, ya’know? Being open with my boy and having him come to me for anything. Never meant for this all to happen, and go this far. But it did. And now...” I knotted my fingers together as I looked back up. “I’m a monster, I know. You’re justified to hate me.”

A sigh. Then his calloused palm gripped my shoulder, warm and solid. “I… I don’t hate you. Don’t think that, Jeff.” His thumb pressed once, hard. “Just... trying to make sense of… all this. I really don’t know what to say or how to react right now.”

“You have no idea what a mind fuck this whole situation has been.” I met his bewildered stare, the rough lines of his face tightening. “But fuck, he’s my world, Steve. What Connor and I have… it’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced. He says I complete him. Funny thing is, I think he’s the one filling the empty spaces in me.”

He scratched his stubble, a heavy sigh escaping him. “Jesus. This is just so much to process. Thought you were straight till, like, five minutes ago.” The corner of his mouth lifted, pulling a dry chuckle from me.

“I thought so too. But Connor, It’s… different. Theres this pull between us, it weird, magnetic. Like he’s gotten into my damn nervous system.”  I said for the first time cracking a grin at him. “I… I know incest is wrong, but fuck… he and I… it feels so right.”

“Fuck man,” he started with a soft grin, “I… I know what kind of man you are. You’ve always been a good friend, and quite frankly,” he shakes his head slightly and gives a sighed chuckle, “I always thought you were a great father. That other dads should look up to you.” He grabbed my knee, giving me some comfort.

I gave an uneasy laugh at his comment. “Yeah, I think that ship has sailed.”

A soft chuckle came rumbling from his chest. “My point is, I know you love Connor and that you’d do anything and everything to keep him safe. You always have.” He says flatly. “But what happens when he goes to college in a few months? As he gets older? I know that feeling as a father to be there for them and keep em safe, but we also need to know when to push them, so they can be on their own.” He stops for a second to let me really hear him. “Are you going to be able to do that when the time comes? It’s one thing to fuck round a bit I guess, but you make it sound like… you guys are.. lovers.”

I dry swallow and feel another pit in my chest at the thought, but I know he’s right. “We’ll figure it out when the time comes. I’ve been blocking out any of those thoughts.” I admitted.

“Well, I’m here for you buddy, if you need it.”he says slapping my leg. “Now, I gotta have an even weirder conversation with Austin. It was odd enough talking about us masterbating together, now I got this.”  He gives me a side eye and exhales with a grin. “Thanks” which makes us both chuckle

I winced. “Sorry you walked in on… y’know.”

“Relax. You’re still my best friend man, through thick and thin. We’ll get past this. Your secret’s rotting with me.” He jerked his chin downward, a smirk playing on his lips. “Honestly, what shocks me the most, is how the hell he handles, that! That damn monster.”

I bit my lip, hesitant to reveal more. "Truth is, man, he’s obsessed. He fucking loves me and this whole situation... I’ve never been with someone who can handle and wants what he wants. What I want." His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the words hit him.

"Jesus Christ..." He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head before flashing a sharp grin. But beneath that smirk—a flicker. Something coiled tight behind his eyes. Unfinished. Like he was biting back words that might unravel everything if he let them slip. “… this is, this is just insane. I get it I guess, the taboo of the situation, just makes it more exciting.”

“That putting it lightly.” I said back with a grin.

Connor:

The closing of the bathroom door echoed. Just Austin and I now. Soreness lingered from the fucking, but numbness drowned it. Words stuck in my throat that I wanted to scream. Austin cranked on the shower, steam rising as he peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt. His gaze burned into my skin. My dad's thick cum still warm, tracing paths down my face and smooth torso. My cock, now a soft little nub, glazed in pearly thick cum. His load from last night seeped out of my hole, trickling down my inner thighs. I dealt with the emotional whiplash; euphoria's high crashing into a paranoid shame.

"You uhm… you alright?" Austin's voice cut through the spray. Concern tightened his features as his hand gripped my shoulder. I nodded, mute, stepping under the warm water. He joined me seconds later, passing me a washcloth and soap. I scrubbed hard at my body, erasing the forbidden evidence of what my father and I had done away. We swapped places under the spray. Water cascaded over Austin's smooth muscles as he lathered up, the bubbles and suds swirling down the drain between us.

"What was it like?" Austin's voice cut through the silence between us, his gaze fixed on me as I met his eyes. Raw curiosity hung heavy in the air between us.

"Huh?" I stalled, genuinely lost what he was asking.

"Come on. What was it like?" He leaned in, the question sharper now. "Getting fucked... by your dad." Something flickered behind his stare, hunger. But for what? I let the silence stretch, my throat tight.

When I finally spoke, the words came out flat, stripped bare. "It was... everything. Everything I ever wanted and needed." A dry swallow scraped down my throat. "I know it's fucked, but I crave it. I crave him. I... I love him." I said with a sigh then looked at my closest friend. “I love him as my father, and as…” I trailed off, then went back to scrubbing myself.

“Damn.” Was all he managed. Then he went back to scrubbing his arms, the water sluicing over his shoulders. “Kinda figured something was up. You’ve been different lately. Better different though.”

“Better, how?” I asked, lathering soap between my palms.

“Dunno. More sure of yourself. Smiling more. I’m your best friend, not blind. I notice how you look at him. How he looks at you.” Silence hung between us, thick as steam. He rinsed his hair, then added, voice tight, “You should’ve told me.”

“Like it’s easy to just drop that into conversation?” I say as he shrugs acknowledging my point. “If anyone found out…” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “Why’s it matter so much to you anyway?”

“Because you’re my best friend! I love you like a brother. Nothing could ever change that.” His voice softened, eyes holding mine with raw sincerity. Before I could react, he closed the distance between us, pulling me into a tight embrace. Our smooth, lean frames pressed together, the warmth between us undeniable. I felt my soft little nub crashing against his small, but still bigger than mine, soft dick. My arms locked around his back, returning the hug as a single tear traced my cheek.

“I love you too. It’s just... this whole thing with my dad. I can’t lose him.” My words trembled.

“I know.” He sighed, grip tightening. “You won’t loose him, he loves you too much.” He says moving his head so we’re looking at each other. “If we’re being this honest... part of me envies what you two have.”

The confession stunned me. I pulled back slightly, searching his face. A blush crept across his cheeks. “What do you mean?” I whispered with a grin.

“Cmon man, I already told you about me and my dad jacking off together sometimes. His cock’s fucking massive compared to mine. I don’t know, sometimes I just want to go for it.” He shrugged, steam curling around his shoulders as we shifted under the shower spray. “And watching you with your old man? That power shit’s hot. Wish mine would just… take it further, y’know?” Casual, like he’d just commented on the weather. No weight to it. No shame. I stood there, water washing soap down my chest, with my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.  “Now that I know what you’ve been up to…. I kinda have a thing for dad and son porn. I think it’s hot and it makes me think of my dad.” He admits.

“Fuck, man. I… I had zero clue.” My grin felt cracked but real, a pressure valve blowing open in my ribs. A signal I wasn’t alone in my perversion. Austin wanted his father like I wanted mine. He smirked back, a low chuckle bouncing off the tiles as I killed the water. He tossed me a towel, steam swallowing him as he shouldered the door open.

“So, are we okay?” I asked.

“Dude, we were never not okay.” He responded back with a big grin. That comforted me as we toweled off.

With towels wrapped around our waists, we gave a nod of agreement and slowly opened the door. Our fathers sat facing each other, each perched on the edge of a bed. No raised voices. No clenched fists. Just the low murmur of conversation hanging in the air. Relief washed over me. I half expected an explosive argument. Steve spotted us first, a slight tilt of his chin nudging my dad to turn. Dad swiveled, turning around to see me. His eyes, warm and protective, locked on mine. I didn’t need words, I could see through them, everything was there. I could see that we were safe, somehow, coming out of this unsheathed for now.

“Hey sport.” His voice was rough, but the smile breaking across his rugged face was real. I didn’t think, just moved. My body collided with his, arms locking around him, face buried against his powerful hairy pecs. His grip answered mine instantly, crushing and sure, the kind of hold that was paternal, natural, and loving. Steve rose, meeting Austin halfway with his own embrace.  I heard them mumble softly, but was too focused on dad.

The words left me in a rush, muffled against him “Love you, Dad.” His palm, calloused and familiar, settled against the back of my skull, rough fingers threading through my hair. I’d braced for coldness after whatever words he and Steve exchanged.

“Love you too, son.” His arms tightened, just enough to press the air from my lungs. The knot in my chest unraveled. He was still him. We were still us.

As we broke our hug, Steve and Austin joined us again, standing next to us.

“So, we better move if we’re gonna make it to the ceremony on time,” Steve said, glancing at his phone. He peeled off his soaked shirt, revealing a dense mat of chest hair over solid muscle. I caught Austin’s eyes lingering. Dad ruffled my hair and rose, still stark naked, his cock swaying heavily as he stretched.

Both dads ducked into the bathroom to share the shower. While Austin and I got ready. We traded grins about them, joking about those stacked frames and thick dicks crammed under one shower spray. The image burned hot in both our minds.

“Ya’know what’d be wild?” Austin’s grin turned sharp, conspiratorial. “Getting both our dads to fuck us at the same time, side by side.”

I blinked, surprised, but the thrill in his voice and look in his eyes was familiar as I’ve had it myself many times the past couple months. That dangerous pull of the forbidden lust, I knew it well. “Yeah? Would be some fun, bonding… What’re you scheming?”

“Remember the pool night we had a while back?” His teeth grazed his lower lip. “Maybe we can make it happen again, but just go further.” Heat coiled low in my stomach. The image playing out in my mind; our dads, us, tangled up together in a forbidden moment, it sent a jolt through me.

“Fuck, yeah. Think your dad’d actually do it? How would we even bring it up?” The questions tumbled out, urgent.

He flushed, voice dropping. “My dad always seems to loosen up after a few bourbons, maybe we get some celebratory drinks by the pool after?” I gave him a playful look, knowing he’d been wanting this for a while. But I never got a chance to respond.

The shower’s rush cut off. Then the bathroom door creaked open. Steam rolled out like fog, and there they stood, dripping, towels slung low, skin flushed from the heat. They moved past us, grabbing clothes, the air thick with the scent of soap and fresh musk. We all quickly finished getting ready.

Austin and I stood ready in our speedos and flip-flops, while our dads wore crisp polos and khaki shorts for the ceremony. I slipped into the bathroom to tame my hair. Dad followed, his arms wrapping around me from behind, palms sliding down my smooth stomach. His hand drifted upward, over my chest and along my jaw, gently turning my face toward his. Our lips met in a quick, hungry kiss that left us breathless. Hearts pounding in sync, a stolen moment just for us. I was still his.

Minutes later, we all walked out the hotel room door like nothing happened. Just fathers and sons. We fell into easy banter as we moved down the hallway, tossing jokes like always. But beneath the surface, tension hummed, not between Dad and me, but now threading through the group. Austin’s unspoken feelings hung heavy in the air, sharpening every laugh. Something with Steve was different now too, like he was uncertain and thinking about every move he was making. Nothing like his typical relaxed and joking composure he usually had.

We arrived to the award ceremony fairly quickly, our motel not being too far away. We both hugged our dads goodbye as we joined our teammates, and our dads went to find their seats. As Austin and I joined our teammates, he gave me a big hug again. He was, and always would be, my best friend. I loved knowing I could trust him and that he could trust me.

We stood on the podium as the sun beat down on us. String lights were strung over the audience, not that they were needed this time of day. The underclassmen were wrapping up some laps in the adjacent pool that had started earlier, then the ceremony officially began. Austin and I stood side by side, medals hanging around our chests. All my other teammates had silver or bronze medals, but mine was the only gold one since I shattered the school record.

Austin and I easily saw our dads side by side in the audience, sitting as front and center as possible. Their larger figures standing out a bit around the crowd. Dad waved at me, and I gave a little wave back. Austin noticed and nudged his elbow playfully to my ribs with a knowing grin.

The ceremony itself didn’t take too long, maybe a half hour. Since our class was smaller compared to the years before and after, we didn’t have too many teammates graduating this year. As it wrapped up, it was time for pictures. We started with a shot of the entire team, then just the upperclassmen. As the upperclassmen took a picture with our coach, I saw dad and Steve come looking for us as they approached behind the camera man.

“Ey! Jeff Bull, cmon, let’s get a picture of the new record setter, his dad, and coach!” My coach said as he noticed dad. Dad just gave a grin and approached us. I stood between the two of them with a grin as I felt dads bare hand on my lower back. We all had big grins on our faces as the camera flashed. “Alright, how about you two get a nice father son picture now.” Coach said as he stepped away.

I leaned into dad a bit more as we posed, my head resting a bit on his chest as my arm reached around his wide back. I felt dad’s hand fall lower down my back, then resting on my ass. No one could tell from the front, but it made me excited having him touch me like that with people around. The camera flashed, and we moved away from each other, then stepped away for someone else to get pictures.

Not too long later, we wrapped up and were on the way back to the hotel. The wet hot humid heat was making us sweat. Luckily for Austin and I, we were just in speedos, but our dads weren’t so lucky. Their polos clung to them like a second skin with sweat.

“Damn, we should just get back to the motel and swim. It’s too hot out here.” Steve said.

“Yeah, this is too much, dad. Maybe we can grab a celebratory drink by the pool?” Austin suggested. I could tell he was already scheming.

“I’d say the boys deserve a nice celebratory drink, ey Jeff?” Steve said giving dad a casual grin.

Dad wraps his arm around me securely then gives me a grin. “I’d say they deserve it, just one though.” He states with a wink.

After a quick stop to the room to drop off our medals, our dads to change and to get some towels, we we’re down at the pool. Again, there’s practically no one else at the motel, so the pool is petty much to ourselves. We grab a set of four loungers to put our towels on, then Steve and Austin go to the bar to grab drinks.

Meanwhile, dad and I waste no time getting out of the heat. He picked me up with ease and carried me to the pools edge like a princess, the tossed me in the water. As I splashed down under the water, I heard a secondary splash just seconds later, then his big strong arms enveloping me again as we broke to the surface. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around my torso and my arms around his shoulders. I could feel his hands on my ass as he grabbed me.

I saw him give a double take to ensure we were alone, then drive his face towards mine, kissing me. I let one of my hands move to the back of his head, pulling him closer to me as I felt his tongue against my lips. It was a quick but deep kiss.

“You okay, sport?” Dad asked in husky tone. “After everything this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s kinda nice, not hiding this. Us.” I specified, giving him a grin and he nodded acknowledging it too. “How are you? How’d it go with Steve?” I asked.

He gave a sigh, looking towards the door Steve and Austin had just walked through, then back at me. “Better than expected.” He paused for a moment “but there’s still, something, a tension.” He admitted. “What about Austin?” He then asked.

I had to stifle my grin. I could trust dad with what Austin confided in me earlier. Plus, if Austin was going to try and pull a move, I wanted dad to know.

“I think he’s jealous of us.” I said and watched his eyes go wide with surprise. Before he could question I elaborated. “He told me he’s wanted his dad, like, how we are. I guess Steve’s got too much a wall to break down though. But, after finding us, he wants to push his dad… tonight… like, with us.” I admitted.

I saw dad’s eyes ignite when I said it, but he didn’t get a chance to respond as we heard the door swing open, and Austin’s and Steve came out. Walking towards the pool, they each had two drinks. Steve with two old fashions for him and dad, Austin had what looked like margaritas for him and I.

Dad and I quickly dismounted each other from our intimate hold, then swam a bit away from each other wadding in the pool as we got closer to the edge.

“No need to break that up on account of us.” Austin joked as he approached the pools edge. He set the drinks down, then sat with his legs dangling in. “Dad and I know all your dirty little secrets now.” He teased. Steve didn’t say anything. He actually seemed a bit tense at Austin being so forward with his comment.  Even so, he sat down next to his son. I could see Austin look at his dad, trying to gauge his response, but it was bleak.

Dad and I swam up to the pools shallow edge where they were. The water just came up to my belly button, and just below dad’s hips, I assumed the bottom of his heavy scrotum skimmed the water behind his bathing suit. My mind broke of the thought as Austin handed me a margarita. Dad grabbed the other old fashion and the four of us clinked our glasses together. I took a sip, the mix of the salted rim, citrus, and tequila fresh in my mouth. It was refreshing, perfect with a slight cold yet burning edge as it slid down my throat. Dad watched with a grin as he was sipping his old fashion.

Austin took a large gulp, nearly half his drink, then set it down next to him and slid into the pool next to me. He quickly sunk under for a few seconds letting the cold water envelop his body. “God, that waters refreshing.” He said as he reemerged, shaking water droplets from his hair with a grin. “Dad you gotta get in here.” He said looking at Steve.

Steve shook his head with a chuckle as he scooted his hips into the water and stood next to dad. I guess that wasn’t as good as Austin wanted as he wound up and sent a splash of water to his dad, and inevitably, mine too. Steve’s body hair instantly matted and the wet portion of his bathing suit clung to him.

“Oh ho, that’s how you want this to go ya little shit?” Steve said as I saw that joking energy return to his eyes. He set his cocktail down and lunged at Austin. They were both laughing as he tackled him to the water with another huge splash that hit dad and I. Before I knew it, dad pushed me down into the water, then tackled me. The four of us wrestling and playing in the water.

For so long, we all laughed, splashed and tackled each other in the pool. Austin and I were severely outmatched by our dads though. Our dads gave us a break to get back to their bourbon, while Austin and I continued goofing off and splashing each other. As we looked over, it was nice to see our dads talking and all seemed normal. The bourbon was definitely helping ease whatever was going through Steve’s mind. I’m sure my dad’s too.

“I’ve got an idea. Follow my lead.” Austin said with a devilish grin before diving under the water and swimming towards our dads. I followed right behind him. Our dads leaned on the pools edge on the shallow area again. As we emerged, we each got on either sides of our dads, grabbing our drinks. I watched as Austin tipped his back, while I took another sip. Our dads were talking aimlessly about an old truck standing between us. Their prominent wet bulges hung just above the water as they stood.

I was so entranced looking at my dads bulge, I hadn’t even noticed what was going down in the background. “Oh, you little shit!” Steve roared out with a chuckle, quickly setting his drink down on the pool edge. He was struggling to keep his swim shorts up which Austin was in the midst of pulling down. The base of his big cock and pubic hair fully visible.  Dad and I laughed as we watched the two struggle.

Surprisingly, Steve must’ve lost his footing and went down, giving his son the upper hand. Austin quickly shucked the swim shorts down and off his dad’s hairy legs. His hand emerging through the water with them like a prize. Steve broke through the surface of the water, his back to us showing off his round pale cheeks, covered in wet hair. He tried lunging at his son to get them back, but Austin quickly flung them out of the pool. In an instant, Steve had his hand gripping the back of his son’s speedo in retaliation, exposing Austin’s equally pale round cheeks as he tried to swim away.

Of course, this was what Austin was aiming for. I laughed watching as he swam out of his speedo. His dad then flung it up to rest with his own discarded bathing suit. I glanced at dad’s prominent bulge, then trailing up his hairy torso, his chest rising and falling sharply as he laughed. Our eyes caught and I could see that look in his eye.

“Don’t go messing with the bull now, sport.” He warned teasingly with a grin. He must’ve been able to see where my mind was going. As he said it, my hand landed at the draw strings of his shorts. He took another swig of his drink, casually as I untied his shorts. In the back ground, Steve and Austin still wrestled and laughed in the water. “Last warning, boy.” Dad said with a challenging grin as he set his glass down on the edge of the pool.

My fingers dug into his waist band, pulling it lower, slowly. I could feel the heat of him radiating from his body. I gave him a grin as I shucked his shorts down to his knees, his massive soft cock hanging freely. I could tell he was starting to fill out from the situation though. “Mmhm, looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson now, sport.” Dad threatened with a cocky grin.

“I think I’m overdue for one of your lessons, dad” I challenged back, then quickly turned to try and get away. “That’s if you can catch me!” I yelled with a grin. I got barely a foot away as I felt his strong hands grab me and pull me against him. He quickly dunked me in the water as we both laughed.

“You think you’re so slick, don’t cha boy?” Dad teased more as we played roughly in the water. His rough hand started pulling down my speedo. As he worked my speedo lower, I had my opportunity to break free. Quickly I swam out of his grasp, and inevitably, out of my speedo. Dad wore a winning grin as I looked back and he held my speedo in the air like a trophy before flinging it towards the Adler’s discarded suits.

Just as I turned my head, Austin and I collided into each other, as he tried escaping his dad’s torment too. We laughed in unison as we knelt in the shallow waters. Our dads approached either side of us, as if cornering us. Dad had pulled his swim shorts all the way off, and tossed them with the rest of the discarded swim suits.

“These boys need to be taught a lesson, Jeff.” Steve jeered playfully.

“I was just telling Connor that, Steve.” Dad finished just as both dads lunged forward and tackled us. Dad had me and Steve had Austin as we rough houses in the shallow waters. I writhed, and shucked but I couldn’t break free from my dad’s strong hold on me. He held me tight against him, my back against his hairy powerful torso. I could feel his cock growing against my ass. My own little dick already filled out and at attention.

Next to us, I watched as Steve gripped Austin in a similar position, only they were chest to chest. The way their bodies pressed together left little doubt Austins dick and his dad’s dick  were grinding against each other with each movement. I was sure Austin was rock hard too.

“That the best you can do, old man?” I taunted my dad, feeling his low chuckle vibrate through me as he held me tighter. I was gonna get it, soon. But with Steve there, I knew he was keeping his strength leashed.

“That’s no way for a son to talk to his father… you better punish him, Mr. Bull!” Austin said with a strained chuckle.

The tension thickened like the humid air around us. All movement seemed almost suspended, until Steve broke the stalemate with a dark chuckle. "Better stuff your boys smart mouth before he digs himself deeper, Jeff." His grin carried promises that made my hole clench.

Dad didn't hesitate. One rough spin and suddenly I was kneeling in the shallow water, it coming up just below my nipples. His thick erection slapped against my face a few times before he forced its way past my lips. No teasing this time, no chance to appreciate the flavor of his musk or to trace every inch of his large flared head. He buried himself deep, the familiar stretch I loved so much burned as my throat struggled to accommodate him. My throat began convulsing around him when he got just past the halfway point of his mighty shaft.

"That's it, take it deep, sport. Good boy.” Dad's voice was a low, reassuring, growl as his calloused fingers gripped my hair, forcing me to stay put while he fucked my throat in slow, deliberate strokes. His cock stretched my lips obscenely, thick enough to make my eyes tear as I looked up at him. The smug satisfaction on his face was unmistakable. He loved this, claiming me as his, completely and only, his. Spit slicked my chin, dripping into the pool below us, the water rippling with each thrust. Dad had no hesitation, just hunger. He wasn’t just getting head; he was showing off to Steve and Austin. Showing off how well I handled him. Showing off, that I was his boy.

Dad forced himself deeper down my throat with each rough thrust, the water sloshing violently around us. His thickness stretched me wide, no doubt causing my throat to bulge around him, until only the last quarter of his swollen shaft remained outside my lips. Then he anchored me there, my vision spotting as I fought not to gag. When he finally released me, I gasped for air, spit stringing between his glistening shaft and my swollen lips.

"Fuck, dad," I gasped, my lips curled in a hungry grin as I gazed up at him. That smug, proud smile of his never faded, and it only made me vibrate with need. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around his thick length and slapping the swollen head against my cheekbone a few times before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his shaft. My tongue swirled lower, teasing the neatly groomed patch of hair at the base of his cock before worshiping his heavy balls, sucking and tonguing the family jewels that made me. The entire situation made me shudder.

"Fuck yeah, son. Goddamn, you know how to make your old man feel good." Dad's voice rumbled above me as his fingers twisted into my hair. No roughness this time, just pure appreciation. I worshiped every inch of him, lapping at his heavy balls before dragging my tongue up that thick vein along the underside of his large cock. My hands worked his shaft in rhythm while my lips and tongue played over his swollen head, wet and eager. I could feel Austin and Steve watching us. It was time for them to see how a father and son really bond.

"God, Dad... you feel even bigger right now," I murmured, admiring his perfect, giant boner. He really did feel bigger, harder even, more swollen. My palm sliding along his warm length, memorizing the way his slick cock swelled under my touch. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, I licked my lips without thinking. My thumb pressed against a thick vein, following its path down to where his balls hung heavy between his legs. "Fuck, I could worship you forever," I admitted, my voice shaky with passion. My eyes flicked up to meet his, held there by something deeper than lust. "Love you, dad."

He bent down and cupped my chin, pulling me into a hungry kiss that tasted like whiskey and forbidden desire. Our tongues tangled briefly, desperately, before he broke away with a low chuckle. The kiss may have been quick, but it was raw, passionate and claiming. "Love you too, sport," he growled, thumb brushing my bottom lip. His eyes locked on mine before he stood back up. He jerked his hips forward, smearing fresh precum across my lips. His cock throbbing with a new vigor in front of me. "Now, get back to proving just how much you like your dad’s big dick."

I moaned openly, letting him guide my mouth back onto him. This time, he let me set the pace while his thighs trembled. I alternated between swirling my tongue around his flared crown and sucking hard, my free hand working his thick veiny shaft in tight strokes. The weight of his balls against my other palm made my own cock ache, knowing how much seed he'd be working up for me. Every pulse against my tongue, every thick drop of precum, was proof of how badly he wanted this too.

Jeff:

Christ, Connor's mouth was fucking perfect. My son had me figured out, knew just how to twist his tongue, when to suck harder, when to tease. Watching those plush lips struggle around my thickness sent fire through my veins. My boy. My gorgeous, perfect boy, proving he was born to worship my cock.

"Jesus, Jeff." Steve's voice cracked, equal parts horror and hunger. I finally tore my gaze from Connor to see him and Austin frozen, staring. Steve's dick. a monster himself at just over nine inches, thick and curved, jumped between his thighs. Austin's smaller version, maybe five inches but an identical shape, pointed up eagerly. Like father, like son. And I knew damn well Austin wasn't just hard from watching us. Connor had whispered about the kid's fantasies. I noticed the way Austin would get lost staring at Steve's bulge when he thought no one noticed. The same hungry look Connor gave me.

Steve's face was a war, disgust wrestling with arousal. He just needed one little nudge to tip him over the edge.

“Hey Steve, why don’t you and Austin come over here?” I said nodding with a cocky grin as  Connor slurped and slobbered on my dick. “Your boy's been eye-fucking you all weekend. Time he learned firsthand, don't you think?” I said knowing and dominant.

Both Steve and Austin’s eyes went wide with shock, both knowing they wanted it but not sure if they can cross the line. Austin licked his lips the looked down again at his dads big dick just waiting for attention. I watched as with a shakey hand, he reached down and wrapped his palm around his dad’s throbbing shaft. Steve let out a sigh of both relief and shock as his son touched him.

“What’d ya say, dad? Show me how to handle a real man?” Austin whispered out in a lusty breath.

“Is… is this what you want, Austin?” Steve looked his boy in the eyes, questioning him. Questioning himself if he can unleash himself of his moral anchors. Austin answered, stroking his dad’s cock from the base all the way to the bulbous head and back down.

“I… I’ve wanted this for so long, dad.” Austin finally admits. Each of their moves are hesitant, but their walls begin to break down. They grin at each other, and Steve gives his son a nod toward Connor and I.

My eyes track Austin as he pulls Steve toward us, gripping his father’s thick shaft like it’s a leash. They mirror our pose perfectly, Steve’s muscular shoulder pressed against mine, our sweat slick skin sticking where we touch. Austin drops to his knees beside Connor, whose warm mouth still works my cock with practiced ease. I tap his shoulder, and he pulls off with a wet pop, his fist still stroking me while his tongue flicks at my tip. I know he’ll want a front row seat to watch Austin, his best friend, part those soft lips around his father’s leaking head for the very first time.

“You sure about this, Austin?” Steve asked. They were at the point of no return. I remember how it had felt.

Austin answered by sticking out his tongue and swirling it around his dad’s leaking knob. The sensation making Steve throw his head back in bliss. I’m sure it’s been a while since Steve had gotten head, and Austin was eager. Just as eager as Connor always was for me.

“That answer your question, dad?” Austin said with a sly grin. He then opened wide and took his dad’s thick long dick into his mouth, bobbing on the tip and getting acclimated to the immense size of his dad.

“Awh, fuck!” Steve grunted out deeply as his face contorted in bliss. “Jesus, Austin.” He added shakily as Austin went to work, worshiping his dad’s meaty prick.

“Feels good, doesn’t it buddy?” I said to him, with a grin. Connor went back to sucking on my cock, getting me deep in his tight throat again. I looked down admiring him, and seeing Austin eagerly sucking his dad too. Clearly a natural just like Connor. “Looks like your boys a natural too.”

“Fuck, god that mouth is good.” Steve said with a shuddered breath. His hand fell to his son’s head as he pushed Austin further down his shaft. I watched as Steve pushed into his son’s tight throat. “Christ, that’s good, Austin.” Steve complimented his son as he started thrusting.

My grip on Connors hair tightened as I took control again, matching Steve’s thrusts as we matched rhythm and fucked our son’s throats in unison. The sounds of wet suction, their muffled moans and our primal grunts filling the pool area.

"Christ, Connor," I groaned as his throat constricted around me. I shoved him down until only the last few inches remained outside his lips, then gripped his skull with both hands to force the rest inside. His struggled convulsions, I felt them around my cock as he fought, and succeeded. My balls pressed against his chin now, his nose buried in my short pubic hair, lips stretched obscenely around my girthy root. Every ragged swallow sent rhythmic spasms through his throat as I ground against his face.

Steve caught on instantly, mirroring my movements as he pistoned into his son's mouth. I'd expected gagging and resistance, but Austin took it like a seasoned pro. Steve's cock wasn't quite my size, but still massive. I couldn’t believe his kid swallowed him to the base on the first try, pubes brushing around his lips. Austin must’ve wanted this for so long now.

“Fuuuck! Fuck that’s good, boy!” Steve grunted with a sharp breath as he held his son there, bucking his hips into his face, just as I did to my own son. Austin was at his limits as tears ran down his cheeks and slobber billowed out around his stretched lips. Steve quickly let his son off, as his dick throbbed, glistening in a sheen of his son’s spit. His curved boner pulsing just inches from Austin’s face as his son caught his breath. Through it, Austin was all smiles as he looked up at his dad. Steve’s grin down at his son was one of pure pride.

"Jesus Christ, dad... that was incredible," Austin gasped between breaths before lowering his mouth onto his father's cock again. This time, he moved deliberately. His tongue tracing veins, lips massaging the velvety skin, yet maintaining a rhythm that made his Steve’s hips jerk involuntarily.

With one final buck of my hips, I pulled Connor's mouth off my cock. His lips still slick and glistening, strands of spit connecting them to my throbbing shaft. He gasped for air, cheeks flushed, then turned his head to watch Austin bobbing eagerly on Steve's thick length beside us.

"See that, champ?" I chuckled, ruffling Connor's sweaty hair. "Your buddy's a natural, just like you."

Connor grinned up at me, lips puffy and red. "Yeah, guess we both know what we’re after, huh?" His tongue flicked against my tip teasingly before swallowing me back down. God, these boys were relentless. Working Steve and I closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Jeff. This morning…” Steve's words dissolved into a ragged gasp as Austin's hot, wet tongue traced slow circles around the piss-slit of his cock, the tip flicking teasingly against the hypersensitive ridge. A thick bead of precum glistened at the head. “Couldn't wrap my head around it, father and son like this. But now, fuck! It makes sense. So wrong, but... right.” The confession came out breathless, half chuckled, half dazed. His son took him deeper with an obscene suction, the pure pleasure and ecstasy of the forbidden act in both of their eyes. “If I’d know my boy was this good of a cook sucker…” he said trailing off as he gave a grunted moan, Austin swallowing his dad’s shaft again deep.

"Told ya, man." I groaned, my back arching in bliss as Connor's warm, wet tongue dragged deliberately and slowly over the sensitive ridge below my glans. Each flick sent a jolt of electricity down my shaft and up my spine. On reflex, my fingers twisted in his short blonde hair as he worked me. "Nothing..." I started but had to stop again as my son kept flattening and rubbing his tongue along that sensitive spot, causing me to grunt out a moan. "Fuck! Nothing bonds a father and son like this." I could feel myself pumping copious amounts of precum into Connor's eager mouth.

“Sure is, buddy! Fuck, these boys are naturals.” Steve complimented, looking down in awe as each of our sons sucked and bobbed on our perspective dicks. “Fuck, not sure if I can hold back much longer. I don’t think I’ve ever had a blowjob so good!” He said through a gritted groan as he looked back up at me. His pupils told me every bit of pleasure he was feeling as his muscles trembled, trying to push off his orgasm.

"Yeah? Fuck, I'm right there with you," I growled, my hips pistoning faster now as Connor's lips stretched tight around me, his throat working in perfect rhythm with each deep push. The slick heat of his mouth was almost too much, but I held on, just barely, watching Steve's strained expression mirror my own as his son sucked him with desperate hunger.

I could feel it building, that electric tension coiling low in my gut. "Gonna cover these pretty boys," I managed through clenched teeth, flashing Steve a wild grin. He huffed a laugh, eyes dark with the same filthy promise, both of us teetering on the edge.

And god, they knew it. Connor's fingers dug into my thighs, urging me deeper then back to the tip as his tongue swirled under my crown, then back deep into his throat. Austin audibly moaned around his father's cock like he was starving for it. The air smelled of sweat and salt and spit, the wet sounds of their mouths working us over drowning out everything else.

They wanted it. Begged for it without words. And fuck, we were gonna give our boys what they desired.

“Chris! Austin, fuck!” Steve’s shout erupted into a guttural groan, his thick thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in his core. His cock slid free from his son’s slick, spit-smeared lips with a wet noise, just as the first thick pulse of cum lashed across Austin’s eyebrow. The boy gasped at the feeling; hot, sticky spurts painting his flushed skin, streaking down his temple in pearly trails. “That’s it, boy, take it all,” Steve snarled, fist pumping his shaft as he emptied himself, ropes of seed splattering Austin’s chin, his lips, his jaw. Marking him as his.

"Ahh, fuck! Connor!" I grunted through clenched teeth as the first thick rope erupted from me. Hot seed pulsed straight into my son’s waiting mouth, my cock twitching against his lips before I pulled back just enough to let the next ropes blow across his flushed cheek.

Steve and I groaned in unison, our bodies tensing as pleasure surged through us. Our hands worked furiously over our slick, throbbing shafts, pumping out hot ropes of cum with each pulse of our cocks. Below us, Connor and Austin knelt with their lips parted, tongues out to catch every thick, salty spurt that painted their flushed cheeks and eager mouths. Their hungry whimpers mixed with our ragged breaths as we emptied ourselves onto their waiting faces.

Steve erupted messily, his thick spurts arcing upward before splattering wetly on his son's face. Pearl white globs clinging to his boy's forehead, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose. A few viscous droplets oozed from his piss slit as he blew, rolling lazily down to glisten on Austin’s lower lip and chin. My own release was heavier, more controlled, each thick rope of cum launching with precision to splash Connor's perfect face. Strands caught in his tousled blonde hair, draped over one squinting eye, coating thickly on both cheeks and his forehead. Even as Steve's spent cock dripped the last few weakened pulses, I was still unloading, hosing my boy’s face with relentless volleys until he looked like something straight out of a bukkake porn.

When my thick ropes of cum began to slow, the last few pulses dribbling onto Connor’s parted lips and chin, I exhaled a heavy, satisfied groan; spent and utterly content. Connor’s mouth, already slick with my cum, sealed around the swollen head of my cock again. His tongue swirling as he sucked the last lingering bits of semen from me. Austin mirrored him, his lips enveloping his dad’s shaft with the same messy enthusiasm while Steve and I caught our breath, hearts still pounding in the aftershocks of our climaxes. Our eyes met, exchanging lazy, knowing grins before looking down again, taking in the debauched sight between our thighs. Our boys, faces glazed with thick pearly seed, mouths filled around our spent cocks. Connor and Austin looked wrecked, but so content, the air thick with the musk of sex.

“Christ, that was incredible,” Steve panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tilted his head back up to meet my gaze. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, his lips still parted from the intensity of his climax.

“Damn right, buddy!” I grinned back, our shared laughter low and breathless. Our sons kept their mouths obediently sealed around the swollen tips of our cocks, their tongues lazily swirling against the sensitive glans as we exchanged a casual fist bump. “Fuck, look at you two,” I murmured, admiring my boy’s face, covered in my cum, before sliding my cock free from his lips with a wet pop. I dragged the shaft across Connor’s face, smearing my fresh thick cum over his already glazed skin.

Steve chuckled darkly, mirroring my actions as he pulled his cock from Austin’s mouth and slapped it against his son’s sticky cheek. “Perfect little cum sluts,” he growled, voice rough with satisfaction. Both boys licked their lips eagerly, their eyes half-lidded as they gazed up at us before exchanging a glance between themselves. A hushed, giddy laugh passed between them as they took in each other’s wrecked state. Connor’s face absolutely drenched with thick ropes of my seed, Austin’s equally as covered from the force of Steve’s messy explosive finish.

I slid my hands beneath Connor's armpits, hauling his smooth body upright against me until he found his balance. His lips parted slightly as he licked them, cleaning my seed and making them wet. I closed the distance, pressing my mouth to his in a lingering kiss that tasted of salt and musk, the ghost of my cum still clinging to his tongue. Between his trembling thighs, his cock stood rigid and flushed, no bigger than my thumb, pulsing with each rapid heartbeat. A soft sigh escaped him as our lips separated, his entire body radiating the warm lethargy of satisfaction. I grinned down at him, ruffling his sweat-damp hair. "So?" I murmured, voice rough with amusement and something darker. "How'd I do, sport?" Giving him a smug knowing grin. He loved this.

"Holy fuck, that was incredible, dad!" Connor gasped, his voice raspy and breathless as his tongue flicked out to catch a stray glob of cum rolling down his flushed cheek. The late afternoon sunlight making my cum gleam like liquid gold against his skin. His fingers trembled as they wrapped around my still-throbbing cock, slick with his spit, squeezing gently in a proud, appreciative, way. "Austin," he purred, glancing down at his friend still kneeling with a wicked smirk, "how was it? Looks like your old man unloads like a fucking stallion too.” My gaze joined my sons and Steve’s, dropping to where Austin knelt between his dad’s legs. His lips swollen and glistening, just like Connor’s. The musky scent of sex thick in the humid air. He looked completely in his own world, ogling his dad’s penis with a mix of pride and glory.

"That was fucking incredible..." Austin gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing. Beads of sweat mixed with semen dripped down his flushed cheeks. He flashed a lazy, satisfied grin up at Steve, adding, "Seriously, Dad, your cock's fucking amazing." The praise made Steve's broad chest puff out with fatherly pride, his thick fingers tightening slightly where they gripped his son's forearm, helping him to his feet. Around them, the pool lapped gently at their thighs as the four men stood clustered together in the shallows, the late afternoon sun casting golden ripples across their damp, glistening skin as they all smiled in unison.

“You’re telling me…. You’re a natural, kid!” His voice cracked with barely contained pride, the rough calluses of his work-worn hand gripping Austin's shoulder as he pulled him close. “We’ll be doing a lot more of that before you head off to college.” he murmured into his son's ear, the low rumble of his laugh sending a visible shiver down Austin's spine.

I tugged Connor against my chest, mirroring the way Steve and Austin were tangled together. Connor pressed his sticky, spent face into the rough thatch of my chest hair with a soft sigh, his breath warm and uneven against my skin. "Let's get you both rinsed off before anyone stumbles out here," I murmured, glancing toward the entrance to the pool. Skinny dipping under the sun was one thing, but explaining why these two looked like they'd just wrapped up filming a porn? That'd take more creativity than I had left in me.

A long row of stainless steel shower heads lined the tiled wall beside the pool so people could rinse off the chlorinated pool water. Still clutching our sons tightly against us, we maneuvered them toward the shower station, our damp footprints trailed on the tiled floor. Steve and I twisted the handles of two adjacent streams, the water hissing to life with a sudden burst of warmth. My thumb lingered along Connor's smooth jawline, tracing the sharp angle where a thick strand of my cum clung loosely on his skin. His lips curled into that familiar, devious grin, the one that told me his mind was already racing with possibilities, his dark pupils dilating with unspoken hunger.

“What?” I asked with a grin, just as mischievous as his.

“Nothing, this was just... fun. I love how raw and real we could be together. Like this. Like us.” His voice softened with contentment, lips curling into that boyish smile that always made my chest tighten. I couldn't help but grin back, possessive and adoring, before bending down to press my lips against his sun-bleached hair, the strands still tousled from earlier.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, champ?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the hiss of the shower spray. Today, nothing else mattered, just us. Fathers and sons, doing what we desire, free from judgment. The water had finally warmed, and we all stepped beneath its spray. Me with my boy, Steve with his, hands sliding over slick skin, rinsing away the sweat, chlorine and cum, as it all circled the drain.

The warm concrete beneath our bare feet carried us lazily toward our designated loungers, where we sprawled out nude under the relentless afternoon sun. Beads of leftover water glistened on our skin, evaporating slowly under the heat. No towels, no modesty, just the liberating ease of exposed bodies and unfiltered sunlight. Steve and I took the middle loungers. Our sons lay on each side of us, still buzzing from the forbidden intimacy, yet satisfied even if neither had reached their own climax yet. Austin and Steve would find their own rhythm with this, just as Connor and I had these past few months.

I turned my head, catching Connor’s gaze already fixed on me. The fading golden light draped over him like liquid amber, accentuating the lean curve of his waist, the smooth reflection and shadows on his hairless chest and abs, leading down to his hairless groin and delicate little penis. Without a word, I stretched my arm toward him, and his fingers found mine instantly, our palms pressing together in that silent, familiar language of ours. Side by side, skin against skin, me and my boy.

After lounging poolside for a while, our stomachs started growling, prompting us to head into town for dinner. We trudged back to our room, to change into something more appropriate for public. The fading sunlight painted the sky in streaks of orange and pink, but the air clung thick with humidity, making our fresh clothes stick to the dampness of our skin almost immediately.

Connor led the way in those perfectly snug khaki shorts, the fabric hugging every contour of his perky, plump ass. His deep cut tank seemed tailored to highlight the sculpted slope of his shoulders and those fleeting flashes of toned obliques whenever he raised an arm to comb his hair. Austin wore a more reserved navy tank, yet still stretched taut over his chest whenever he folded his arms. Steve and I kept it simple with plain tees, mine slightly creased from being crammed in my bag. I made sure to snag my favorite battered baseball cap, the one that never failed to make Connor’s breath hitch when I tugged it on.

Minutes later, we strolled through seamlessly into the downtown crowd as just another group of dads and their sons. Nobody would ever guess the forbidden activities we’d been up to today. Our boys bounced ahead of us, buzzing with restless energy, while Steve and I trailed behind them. The air between us felt weightless now, all that coiled tension finally unraveled.

We grabbed some grub at this cozy little Mediterranean joint right off downtown's main drag. The chicken souvlaki and warm pita hit the spot, just what was needed after a day in the sun. The four of us traded jabs and stupid jokes like always, that easy father-son banter flowing natural as breathing. The way Connor's face lit up filled me with this deep, swelling pride. I stole a glance at Steve watching his son, probably feeling that same fatherly glow. Just a quick tilt of our heads, that unspoken dad-code passing between us with a smirk.

After dinner, the boys suggested Steve and I hit up a bar downtown. They had plans to check out some shops and whatever else caught their eye. We agreed and watched as our boys crossed the street, then disappeared down the sidewalk. Steve and I wandered a couple blocks until we spotted a dimly-lit dive bar wedged between two buildings. We ordered bourbon old-fashioneds and claimed a wrought iron table on the cracked patio, watching the streetlights flicker on over passing traffic.

It was just us out here, so I figured it’d be safe to talk. “So, still okay with everything that happened today?” I asked. I wore a smirk, but my question was genuine.

Steve gave a soft deep chuckle with an exhale, then sipped his drink. “Surprisingly, yeah! Kinda fucked up, but I don’t even feel guilty. Austin, he wanted it so bad. Begging for it. How could I say no to him?”

“I hear you, man,” I muttered, swirling my bourbon before sipping it back. “Conner’s got that effect on me too. All my reservations just... vanish away. When he’s around, I just…” My smirk cut the thought short as I caught Steve’s eye.

“Gonna squeeze in every damn minute with my boy before he ships off to school,” he admitted, scratching his stubble. “Whole summer’s wide open, but hell, it’ll vanish faster than I can make up for the lost time.” He chuckled darkly, shoulders lifting in a half-assed shrug.

I didn’t respond to Steve. My mind rolling thinking of the same thing. With Mary gone, it’d be just me and my boy. Free to live how we want. No hiding at home. I gave a sigh after taking another sip. The thought of Connor going off to college had obviously been on my mind, but I’d try to push it off. Figuring he and I would navigate it when the time comes. But in that moment, I just felt… guilty, and defeated. I stared at my drink, the large clear ice cube floating in the bourbon. As much as this was right, and Connor and I had never felt closer, I couldn’t help but feel I was getting in the way of him growing up. That was my main job as a father.

“You okay, bud?” Steve asked, snapping me back to reality. My expression must’ve given me away.

“Yeah,” I said as I exhaled deeply, “just thinking about college. Ya know, what happens when Connor heads off?” My question lingered in the air. Half for him, half for the emptiness in my own chest.

“I don’t know. Look, you have to let him go, don’t you? Spread his wings. Live a little. Find his own way. What you’ve got going is great, sure, but… hell, the toughest part of parenting is knowing when to cut the cord. Even when it tears you up inside.” Steve’s gaze was steady, probing. His words hit like a gut punch. My chest clenched at my heart from the idea.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” I stared into my glass like it held answers. “But goddamn, Steve… I can’t just let my boy slip away. He’s the best thing I’ve got in life.” The words came out rough, barely louder than the ice cracking in my drink.

“Don’t sweat it too much, buddy. You and Connor will figure it out.” Steve tapped my shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. “Kid’s gotta go off to school, meet people, maybe find someone. That’s just how it goes.” My gut twisted at the thought. Connor tangled up with some stranger, laughing like we do now. Him getting pinned down and... “Or maybe he won’t. Hell, summer’s still long, plenty of time to figure it all out.”

I dragged my hand through my short freshly trimmed beard, rough against my fingers. All I could see was Connor’s face and what was right for him, then what wasn’t. Steve caught my drift and pivoted the conversation before it got too heavy. “That boy’s always gonna love you, Jeff. That’s not changing.” His grin was easy, familiar. “Now, about that Bronco I’ve been telling you about…” he started changing the subject.

He pulled up photos on his phone. It was the same model we’d piled into back into when we were our boys age. This one not nearly as rusty as the original. Just like that, we were laughing again, ordering another round, spinning stories about touchdowns and stupid bets gone wrong from the past.

The dark night had taken over the sky for the evening. Just as we finished our second round of cocktails, I felt my phone vibrate. Grabbing it from my pocket to check, I saw Connor’s name illuminate the screen. He and Austin were nearly back to the motel, saying they’re heading up to the room. Steve and I agreed we should probably get back too. We wanted to get on the road early the next morning.

We walked through the warmly lit lobby and up the stairs to our room. I unlocked the door, swinging it open, when the site before me made the air leave my lungs with a sharp exhale. Both our sons lay on top of the ruffled sheet of the bed, face down ass up, side by side in identical positions. They were completely nude, their ass’s glossy in the dim light, well oiled up. Both reaching between their legs and fingering their prelubed holes.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my cock instantly started swelling against my shorts as I watched my son finger himself with slow, teasing thrusts. Behind me, Steve turned the lock with a quiet click. His gaze locked onto his own boy’s parted cheeks, exposing his tight asshole, pink and twitching. Our eyes met for a second, fatherly yet hot and knowing, before flicking back to our sons slick, hungry holes on display. No words needed. The air between us crackled with the same forbidden lust.

“Took you long enough,” Connor smirked at me playfully, glancing over his shoulder. His fingers slipped free, leaving his slick hole to relax, then tighten to a clenched pucker winking at me.

Austin caught Steve’s gaze, lips parted around a shaky breath. “Help me out, dad?” he murmured, pressing one fingertip deeper in and out of his own puckered rim.

Steve and I didn’t need any further invitation as we walked up to our boys. Each son had come prepared with a bottle of lube next to them. I watched Steve slap his son’s hand away, taking in the sight of his boys twitching ring.

“C’mon dad.” Connor whimpered, his pupils blown wide with desire as he peered up at me. I grinned down at him, kneading the plush muscled flesh of his cheeks before pulling them apart to admire the pink pucker of his tight hole. My hole. A thick glob of spit dropped from my lips, landing dead center on his entrance with obscene precision, though the slick sheen already coating him proved he and Austin had come prepared. Without hesitation, I speared two fingers inside him to the hilt, drawing a ragged cry as his body arched back onto my hand like the perfect slut he was. “Mmhm! Oh fuck, dad!”

I wasted no time, driving my fingers deep in and out of Connor's tight ass, fucking him with urgent strokes. His body arched beneath me, breathless moans escaping his lips as pleasure tore through him. He continuously pushed back greedily against my hand, desperate for more, his hips rocking in time with every thrust.

“Yeah, you like that, sport?” I teased my son with a grunt. Connor’s whimpers and moans were the only answer I needed. Steve was so enticed, studying his own son’s hole, but he hadn’t made a move yet. “You gonna just look at it, or you gonna give your boy what he wants?” I challenged with a rivaling grin.

Steve grinned at me, then turned his gaze to Austin. "You really want this, kiddo? You sure you can handle daddy stretching you out?" he taunted, tracing slow circles around his son's entrance with a wet fingertip. Austin trembled visibly beneath his touch.

“Fuck, give it to me dad! Wreck my hole!” Austin begged in a panted breath. I watched as Steve grinned and sunk his finger in knuckle deep, causing his son to squeal in bliss. He didn’t even give Austin a second to breath as he started thrusting and twisting his finger, but Austin loved it. Bucking back on his dad’s finger, just like Connor was doing to mine.

“See that, sport? Your best friends just as hungry as you were the first time.” I murmured, pressing my lips to his soft round ass cheek while my fingers worked him open. He clenched around me, he couldn’t help himself. I ached to swap my fingers for my pulsing cock, but figured Steve may need some more time to get to that point. So I bided my time, toying with Connor’s tight sac, rolling his tiny nuts with my fingertips. His little dick stood stiff, flushed red and dripping. My boy was wound up tight. Hell, we all were.

“Mmmm, your fingers feel amazing, daddy. Please… give me another.” Austin gasped through a grin, arching his back as his father worked him open. Steve chuckled darkly, withdrawing before pushing two fingers deep again, twisting them just the way his boy liked. Austin’s moan cracked into a whine, hips jerking forward, and Steve took the hint, picking up speed, knuckles dragging deliciously against his boys sensitive entrance.

“That’s it, boy, take it,” Steve growled, nipping playfully at the swell of Austin’s ass just to hear him break. Austin’s reply was pure, shuddering noise, hands fisting the sheets as his dad owned every twitch, every desperate sound.

My cock strained uncomfortable against my shorts, aching for release. With Connor still impaled on my fingers, I hastily popped the button and shoved the fabric down my hairy, thick thighs and to my ankles in one rough motion, kicking them aside. My dick sprang free, thick and throbbing strong, a glistening string of precum dribbling from the swollen tip.

Steve noticed, flashing me a wicked grin before shucking off his own shorts in one smooth motion. His cock stood just as stiff as mine, pulsing with the same urgent need to bury itself deep. The guy was long overdue. I dragged my free palm down my throbbing length, smearing a mixture of lube from Connor’s ass with the copious amount of precum I was leaking until every inch glistened.

I removed my fingers from Connor's slick entrance, shifting my hips to align my massive, pulsing cock head with his quivering hole. My gaze locked with Steve's as he continued working his fingers into his own boy, our shared hunger thick in the air between us. With one smooth roll of my hips, I pushed forward and Connor's tight sphincter yielding beautifully as I began to sheath myself inside him. His choked cry melted into breathy pleasure as his asshole stretched to accommodate the tip of my huge cock, muscles fluttering wildly around my girth.

Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from the ultimate taboo unfolding before him. The way Connor’s body yielded so perfectly, molded around my cock like he was made for it. My girth stretched him obscenely, each inch disappearing past his trembling sphincter until his choked whimpers vibrated through me. I smirked at my buddy, then glanced down to where our bodies connected, my shaft impaled nearly to the base in my boy’s clenching hole. With a brutal final push, I sheathed myself fully, my large, heavy balls colliding against his delicate little sac. A subtle roll of my hips had Connor panting, reminding him just how deep I could reach, how thoroughly owned he was. The same penis that had given him his life now showing its claim on him in this filthy union.

“Oh, fuck! Dad!” Connor shuddered, his breath coming in ragged bursts. My fingers traced the sweat-slick curve of his back before gripping the swell of his ass, kneading the trembling flesh, trying to comfort him.

"Say it, sport. Tell them how much you like your dads cock deep inside you," I growled, rolling my hips slow enough to make him whine.

"It's… fuck… so fucking huge. Jesus, Dad! You feel so good!" I couldn’t hold back after hearing that. His thighs trembled when I pulled out just to slam back in, drawing a broken cry from his throat. "Awh, fuck! Dad! Fuck me!"

I started easy, thinking I'd tease him a bit first, but Christ his tight ass was impossible to resist. Before I knew it I was pounding into him rough and deep, just how he begged for it. Connor's broken whines and shivers drove me wild. Austin and Steve might as well have vanished from the room for all I cared. In that moment, it was just me and my son. I planted my palm between his trembling shoulders, forcing his chest into the sheets while his spine curved up just right, that perfect fucking angle where every thrust punched a choked sound from his throat. We were both lost in our own bliss.

“Daddy, fuck me hard, just like that,” Austin gasped beside us, his voice ragged. The desperate plea jolted me back to the moment. I drove into Connor one last time, deep and rough, making him squeal. I took a moment to catch my breath, my chest heaving. With a quick tug, I peeled off my sweat-damp shirt and flung it aside, then snatched my old hat just before it could hit the ground and placed it in my head backward. I knew how much my son loved when I wore it while fucking him.

Giving a lazy smirk and a husky chuckle, I nudged my buddy's shoulder. "C'mon man, you gonna be a good dad and give your boy what he wants or what?" I taunted, flashing him a shameless grin. Buried to the hilt, I flexed my cock inside Connor, drawing a moan from deep within as he felt me jump inside him. He shot his best friend a knowing look while exchanging blissful grins. Their slutty little scheme unfolding just like they'd planned.

Steve didn’t speak, just withdrew his fingers from the tight heat of his boy’s hole and reached for the bottle next to them. A slick trail of lube coated his cock as he fisted himself, the swollen length gleaming under the dim motel lights, pulse visible beneath the flushed skin. His breath hitched as he pressed his head against his sons untouched ring.

“You sure about this, Austin?” Steve murmured in a protective, fatherly tone. Yet his thumbs spread Austin’s cheeks wider, exposing him completely. He wanted this too. The question hung thick between them, his own need thrumming with each throb of his cock and twitch of his son’s hole.

I hooked an arm around Connor's waist and pivoted us effortlessly until we both faced Austin and Steve. My strength and larger size made manipulating my son's smaller body easy, twisting us into place, planting one foot on the mattress while the other remained firmly planted on the floor. All while my cock remained fully inside him. I needed him to witness this moment; his closest friend being deflowered by his own father. Just the same as I had claimed him just a few months before. My fingers traced the ridges of his toned torso as I toyed with a perky nipple, feeling him clench around my girth in response.

Austin didn’t answer his father with words, just a swift buck of his hips backward, forcing the thick tip of his dad’s cock past his slick, virgin rim. His jaw clenched, eyes squinted shut and a ragged groan tore from his throat as his face flushed rose. His muscles visibly fluttering from the invading stretch.

Steve’s grin was wild, breathless. "Christ, kid…" His voice roughened, hands gripping Austin’s waist. "That’s it, fuck, Austin!” I knew his boy had to be gripping his cock tight.

“Holy fuck, dad… you’re so big” Austin gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets as he forced himself to stay still. A tear streaked down his flushed cheek as he tried to relax.

“That’s it, dude… just breathe,” Connor murmured, his own breath ragged as he watched. Austin cracked open his wet eyes to look Connor in the eyes. His lips quirking into a shaky smirk just as I pressed a slow, deliberate roll of my hips deep into Connor. The choked moan that spilled from my sons lips sent heat straight through me. I turned my head, catching Connor’s mouth in a messy kiss while my hips rolled again, lazy and torturous, drawing another moan from my son’s lips against mine.

“Give me more, dad,” Austin gasped between breaths. My son and I pulled apart from our kiss, our eyes locked on the scene as Steve began burying himself deeper into his own boy. Austin’s face twisted, a sharp whimper escaping his lips, yet he didn’t beg his father to stop. Watching them, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Connor, and the first time he had taken me.

“Christ you’re tight, son,” Steve growled, hips driving deeper. “Feels so fucking good.” His teeth sank into his lip, raw bliss twisting his masculine features.

Austin arched beneath him, voice breaking. “D-don’t stop. get it all in, dad…” He gasped, forcing himself to yield as Steve’s thickness stretched him, buried just past the midway point of his length.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I started thrusting more in and out of Connor. The entire situation getting the best of me, but Connor left no doubt that he needed me just as badly.

“Awh fuck, dad!” Connor’s voice cracked as he twisted to look at me. Our mouths collided again, messy and hungry, while my hips hammered into him. His moans spilled into my mouth, blended with my own rough groans, all while Austin whimpered as he took more and more of his dad’s cock next to us.

I don’t know how long our lips stayed locked, how long my hips bounced off my son’s ass, but when our lips finally broke apart, my gaze flicked over to Steve plunging his dick deep into his boy. Austin’s teeth dug into the sheets, muffled gasps escaping between the clenched linen, while Steve rolled his hips with strong, heavy thrusts, groans spilling from his lips.

“That’s it, kiddo. Jesus fuck, this is the tightest fucking hole I’ve ever been in, boy.” Steve growled out. He had his fingers digging into his son’s hips as he thrusted fully in and out. Pulling his cock out till just the head remained in his hole, then sinking back in as he’d bottom out, balls deep.

“Fuck yeah, man! Give that boy what he needs.” I grunted as I began deep dicking my own son. I repositioned Connor so he was side by side with Austin, and me mirroring Steve again. We gave each other a look and a knowing grin, then I picked up my pace, hammering into my son harder. Connor wrenched wildly under my thrusts, choked moans escaping his throat as he took every brutal thrust like a champ. Steve started matching my rhythm as Austin cries of bliss were muffled into the bedsheets, his teeth clenched in ecstasy.

The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, our hard lengths plunging deep into our sons slick holes, and the chorus of groans and gasps filled the room. Our boys took every inch of out big dad cocks like they were born for it. Glancing down, I caught Connor and Austin's fingers laced together on the sheets. That quiet connection amidst the forbidden frenzy pushed me into a primal headspace. Fuck, the entire situation was beyond erotic.

“How’s your boys hole?” I grunted, flashing him a smirk as I adjusted my grip on my son’s hips.

“Oh my god, man. This is insane. So fucking good.” Steve grunted back with a ragged voice.

“How you boys like your dad’s cocks, huh?” I taunted, focusing back down at Austin quick, then my own son. I didn’t need to ask Connor, I knew he loved it. My son was born for this, but I loved hearing him say it anyhow.

“Awh fuck, dad! Please, don’t stop fucking me. Your cock is so good!” Connor whined out begging.

Austin was still wincing, though he'd stopped clutching the sheets between his teeth. His lips parted as he struggled to form coherent words between his father's relentless thrusts into his stretched out hole. "S-so..." he gasped, hips jerking with another thrust from his dad, "God, dad… your cock's so fucking big. Feels... feels so good..." The words finally managed to escape his lips.

Steve growled at the praise, fingertips digging into his son's hips as he pistoned harder. "That's it, son," he grunted, drunk on the way Austin's body yielded to him. "Take every inch like you were made for it."

“Ey Steve, bet I can get my son to cum hands free first.” I said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck” Connor grunted out between thrusts.

Steve chuckled, driving deeper into Austin. “You hear that, kid? Wanna take that bet?” Austin couldn’t respond, he just shook his head yes in agreement with his mouth open and moaning.

It was on, I mounted Connor perfectly, planting both feet on the bed for maximum leverage, my arms on either side of him, gripping his wrists. Steve followed my lead, mirroring my position as both our sons gasps in unison from us being so deep inside them now. Then we started driving in and out, fucking them hard and deep, causing both them to squirm and whimper blissfully beneath us. The obscene sound of our big balls slapping against their smooth taints echoed through the room each time we bottomed out.

“Oh fuck, dad! Fuck!” Connor’s voice shattered a cry. I knew he’d be cumming soon, I could feel it in the way his body clenched around my cock as I hammered into him. My hand slid around his chest, teasing his nipples with my rough fingers while my breath hitched against his shoulder.

“Fuck yeah, take it all, son,” I growled low in a husky tone, hot breath ghosting over his ear. My eyes flicked sideways, seeing Steve mirroring me perfectly, teeth teasing at Austin's earlobe. His son’s mouth hung open agape, shuddering gasps under his father's relentless pounding.

As I pounded deep into Connor, his tight, warm, canal quivered relentlessly around my giant shaft. Every one of his muscles seemed to fluttered wildly, his sphincter clenching down around me with each powerful thrust. My boy's ragged gasps hitched higher, desperate little moans escaping his lips. I could feel him teetering on the edge, seconds from climaxing beneath me.

“Fuck! Dad! You’re making me cum!” Connor’s voice shattered, his body convulsing as his ass locked around my cock, relentlessly trembling as pleasure tore through him.

“That’s it, sport! Cum for me!” I grunted against his skin, barely slowing as I drove deeper, fucking him through his climax like I owned him, because I owned him.

“Fuck, fuck yes! Oh god, dad!” Connor whimpered, voice cracking with bliss. I could picture, his tiny cock twitched pathetically as he spurted his thin ropes of cum between his quivering thighs.

Before I could tease my boy further, Austin's moans joined the chorus. It was as though my son's climax had ignited his own release. "Daddy!" Austin gasped, his voice breaking under Steve's relentless rhythm as his mouth hung open, his face contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, kid! Let it go, that’s it!” Steve barked with a chuckle of encouragement. Our boys rode out there sensitive hands free climax’s as we kept fucking them relentlessly.

“Good job, but I think Connor still came first,” I teased, flashing Steve a grin as we both drove completely into our boys, then paused to catch our breath. Beneath us, our boys panted, still riding the aftershocks of their orgasms, their fingers laced together.

Connor:

I lay still, breathing hard as my father's giant cock throbbed inside me, buried to the hilt. Glancing sideways, I saw my best friend equally breathless, experiencing the same overwhelming fulfillment after getting the cum fucked out of us. Our fingers interlaced tighter, and I flashed him a reassuring grin, one he returned with equal warmth.

Above me, Dad adjusted his stance, planting one foot back on the ground with the other remaining on the edge of the mattress. Steve moved in perfect sync, mirroring my Dad's every motion next to us.

“Hey, check this out,” Dad murmured, his voice rough with exertion as he began pulling his thick cock from my well-used hole. The sudden emptiness made me gasp, until just his swollen head remained lodged inside me, stretching my abused sphincter taut. His calloused hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them wide as he withdrew completely. My hole gave a wet, shuddering gasp of its own, fluttering helplessly open as Dad proudly displayed his handiwork to Steve.

I tried squeezing shut, but Dad had wrecked me too thoroughly, his fingers keeping my cheeks pried apart like some lewd exhibit. Next to us, I heard Steve grunt approvingly while doing the same to Austin, both dads swapping satisfied glances over their sons’ wrecked entrances. Austin caught my eye, and despite everything, we both giggling with laughter, half-delirious, half-delighted by the absurdity of the situation.

“Man, our boys got some fine holes.” Steve grinned, landing another sharp smack on his son’s bare ass.

“Damn straight,” my father growled, fingers digging into my spread cheeks, holding me wide open. “But you gotta see Connor’s favorite position. Right, sport?” A rough push sent me stumbling forward before he hauled himself onto the mattress, leaning back with a hungry grin. His palm slapped against his thigh, a wordless demand, and I didn’t hesitate, scrambling up to straddle him.

My legs shook as I positioned myself backward, lowering until the blunt pressure of his cockhead breached me effortlessly. Gravity did the rest, I sank down in one smooth motion, my body yielding as I leaned back against his hairy powerful body. His hands clamped around my thighs, adjusting me until my feet braced against his knees. Then his arms locked around me, and he pistoned his cock up into me with relentless, powerful thrusts.

“Oh! Fuck! Dad!” I gasped, arching against his muscled chest as every deep thrust sent shocks through me. My limp cock bounced pathetically between my wide spread thighs, completely exposed for Austin and Steve’s lingering eyes.

“Yeah, you love your daddy’s thick cock stretching you wide, don’t you, slut?” he growled against my neck, teeth grazing skin.

“Fuck, yes! Harder, dad! Fuck me!” I sobbed in ecstasy as his hips slammed into me, each thrust punching desperate whimpers from my throat. The pure pleasure my dad’s cock brought me was like nothing else in this world. Austin’s eyes burned into us, watching me unravel. Being nothing but a greedy, eager hole for my father to claim.

“Fuck yeah, man!” Steve growled approvingly, watching my dad drive into me with rough, hungry strokes, each one igniting me from the inside. The way my dad worked me had Steve grinning with amusement as he lined himself up and shoved back into Austin, drawing a ragged moan from him. Austin’s eyes caught mine and we laughed breathlessly between our blissful gasps, our dads hammering their cocks into us like we were made for it. And we were.

I heard dad's low chuckle vibrating against my ear before his arms hooked under my knees, folding me into a full Nelson. "Still think it's funny, sport?" His breath was hot against my skin as his lips brushed my shoulder passionately. My thighs shook violently with each deep, strong thrust. Every gasped moan ripped from me as if his cock was pushing into my chest and forcing them straight out.

“Mind if we scoot in closer, bud?” Steve grunted to my father mid-thrust.

“Be my guest, seems like quality father son binding to me,” Dad chuckled, shifting beneath us.

Everything happened fast then. Steve hauled Austin forward, pressing him flush against me chest to chest. Dad hooked my knees wider, spreading me open as Austin settled between my thighs. our small semi hard cocks, mine still much smaller, slid against one another slick from our orgasms we’d just had earlier. Steve lined up behind his son and drove in completely, Austin’s moan punched out from deep within.

Austin and I clung to each other desperately, his breath hot against my neck as I pressed my face into his shoulder. With every deep thrust from Steve, his heavy balls swung forward, smacking against my taint in rhythm while my dad pounded into me without mercy.

"Fuck yeah, boys, take it," Steve growled, slamming into Austin with bruising force.

"Nothing like family time," my dad chuckled behind me, his thick cock stretching me open with each relentless buck of his hips. The friction between Austin's small, trembling dick and my own pitifully tiny erection sent jolts of pleasure through us both. Our bodies reacted helplessly to the overwhelming sensation of being used so completely together.

“Fuck, bro. This is insane.” Austin murmured, voice hushed between his moans.

“Ugh, I know dude, but… ugh fuck… this is so hot.”  I gasped, barely keeping it together.

“I think the boys are liking this, Jeff.” Steve teased with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah they are. Our sons. The perfect little sluts.” Dad chuckled darkly and possessive against me.

With that’s Steve gripped a handful of his boy’s hair, yanking his face away from me. Dad twisted my head back toward him and kissed me deep as he kept pounding into me. A broken moan escaped my lips against his mouth while he wrecked my hole. The angle drove our small grinding cocks harder together, Austin’s dick jerking against mine in frantic pulses.

“Fuck, Dad! I’m gonna… ahh, fuck…. I’m cumming again!” Austin sobbed, and I felt his small cock convulse violently against mine before his warm wet cum splashed across my micro penis and our lower abs.

The sensation overwhelmed me, tipping me over the edge with him, our bodies locked in perfect rhythm. Our throbbing short lengths pulsed in unison, spilling warm ropes between our sweat-slicked stomachs. Cumming back-to-back, neither of us were able to shoot a lot, but the intensity surpassed even my first climax. This was a raw, shuddering peak that had me crying out against my dad’s lips while my muscles clenched tight around him giant, relentless cock.

“Awh fuck yeah boy!” Steve groaned, his skin flushing hot from his face down to his chest.

“I love when my cock makes you squirt.” Dad teased a whisper to me, then pecked my lips again. “What’d you say we breed these boys nice and deep, Steve?”

“I’m fucking about to man. My boys hole is so fucking good.” Steve grunted out, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck, give it to me, Dad! Bust inside me, please!” Austin gasped, desperate. That was all it took for Steve to lose control as he began growling deep.

“Christ, fuck!” Steve shouted, hips slamming hard a few last times before burying himself deep, emptying into Austin’s tight hole. His son shuddered, moaning low, grinning as he felt his dad pulse inside him. Blowing his load, hot and thick, deep in his guts.

Meanwhile, I could feel my father's cock thickening and hardening as he neared his climax. Every vein pulsed with the promise. My body responded instinctively, clenching around him tighter, drawing him deeper, pulling him toward that edge. The groan that ripped from his chest told me I'd succeeded.

"Fuck, Connor!" His hips stuttered, fingers digging bruises into my thighs. "Gonna... gonna cum in you, son!"

"Please," I gasped, arching against him. "Breed me, Dad. Pump your cum inside me."

The first hot burst hit deep, followed by blast after blast as he came hard and intensely. His cock twitched hard and uncontrollably inside me, buried to the hilt, pumping his cum into me deep with each ragged groan. Steve groaned in unison with him as he rode out his orgasm. Austin and I panted, getting stuffed full of the same seed that had made us.

It was wrong.

But, it was perfect.

Austin lay back down against me, chest to chest as I hugged my best fired tight and our dads bred us. Both our chests rose and fell together as we gave sighed chuckles. My best friend, finally experiencing the forbidden pleasures he dreamed about. What I’d been experiencing these past few months.

We all lay there for a long moment, buzzing with the aftershocks of that raw, intense fuck. The room smelled thick with sweat and musk as our panting breaths gradually slowed. Steve dragged Austin back as they rolled off dad and I, laying next to us in a spooning position. Then dad rolled us on our side facing them. Each dad had their cock still burried deep in their sons freshly seeded and fucked hole. Austin and I both had a mix of our cum glistening on our spent dicks, balls and hairless lower abdomens.

I felt my dad’s calloused fingers tilt my chin up towards him, his lips meeting mine in a passionate, quick embrace. "You okay?" he murmured against my mouth, his smirk almost audible.

"Perfect." I breathed back, clenching tight around him just to hear him groan. He just gave me a loving smirk, then crashed his lips against mine for another quick kiss.

“What about you, kid?” Steve asked Austin.

“That was everything I ever dreamed it would be, dad.” He grinned at him and Steve nuzzled his head against him.

In our spent state, each father and son nuzzled close. My dad’s cock was still buried deep inside me, and it look like Austin’s dad was still in him too. I closed my eyes, and in no time, fell asleep in my fathers embrace with our closest friends right next to us. It may not have been blood, but tonight, we were all family.

The next morning, I awoke with dad’s morning wood pulsing inside me, just as I had the day before. Steve and Austin were still beside us as I felt my dad’s hairy chest rising and falling evenly, against my back, still asleep.

“Mhhm, morning.” I heard Steve say groggily as he squinted his eyes open.

“Morning, Mr. Adler.” I said with a grin.

“Uncle Steve, to you.” He said with a wink and we exchanged a friendly grin. “Your dad’s a lucky man to have you as a son.” He added.

“I’m a lucky boy to have him as a dad.” I responded. “Just as lucky as Austin is to have you.” I could see my words made him swell with pride. “Ya’know, he’s been wanting that for a long time. What you guys did yesterday.”   I specified.

“I had a feeling.” He grinned. “Just didn’t know how to handle it.” He added. Before we could say anymore, Austin and my dad started to stir. “Hey there sleepy head.” Steve teased his son.

“Ugh..” Austin let out as he stretched his arms, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. “I feel like I took on a train head on.” He grunted.

“You kinda did, something long, big and powerful.” I teased making the group laugh. Austin shot me an angry playful look then laughed with us.

“Mhm, morning, sport” dad grunted behind me as I felt his cock flex in my ass as he stretched a little. “We should probably clean up and hit the road.” He suggested.

Steve agreed, gesturing toward the devastation around us. The room looked like a bomb had gone off in a porn set. The dried cum coating me and Austin had cracked into a lewd mosaic overnight. Right on cue, both dads began pulling their large morning boners from our well bred holes. Steve’s cock slid free from Austin’s gaping ass with a wet pop, trailing another rivulet of last night’s load as the stretched-out ring twitched helplessly. Dad withdrew from me next, my hole fluttering open with a lewd queef, expelling a mix of trapped air and his thick seed. The sheer ridiculous filth of it all had us collapsing into laughter again.

Slowly, we all got out of bed. Austin and I bit wobbly as we got in the shower and cleaned up. Once all clean, Austin gave me a big hug, holding me close. I smiled, hugging him back. There was no need for words. When we got back out, our dads had already cleaned up the room, packed and were dressed. They each had left an outfit for us to wear home. We quickly slipped the on, and looked presentable.

With that, we opened the door of our motel room and stepped out. Walking out as fathers and sons, with the word unknown to the forbidden passion that had unfolded behind the door of that room.

Our dads tossed our bags in the back of the suv, and we all hopped in. Austin and I in the back seat as our dads sat in the front. Joking and laughing as typical fathers and sons as it raced down the highway, heading home.

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Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! More to come in the new year :)

-BB