It's Only Natural
Mark stood in the doorway like he’d been struck by lightning, keys still clutched in one white-knuckled fist. His eyes bulged at the sight on his son’s bed: Tyler flat on his back, legs spread wide, with sweet little Jack Thompson still buried balls-deep inside him. Thick white cum oozed out around Jack’s thick shaft every time the blond freshman gave a lazy, satisfied little thrust. Jack’s own enormous cock—still rock-hard and glistening—was painted with the remnants of earlier loads, and fresh cum from his wrecked hole dripped steadily down his smooth thighs onto the clean sheets.
“Tyler!” Mark roared, voice cracking with pure fury and shame. “Get the fuck away from them right now!”
Tyler’s face went beet-red. He scrambled back, Jack’s cock sliding out of him with a wet pop, cum pouring from his freshly-fucked hole. “Dad—wait, I—”
“I knew these people were fucking crazy the second I met them,” Mark snarled, jabbing a thick finger at Michael and Ryan. “Sick. Disgusting. We’re getting you a new room immediately. Pack your shit. Now.” Flustered and scared, Tyler quickly got dressed again, neglecting to put on his underwear under his loose basketball shorts.
Ryan and Michael didn’t move. They just lounged naked on Jack’s cum-soaked bed, big cocks hanging heavy and slick, identical smug grins on their faces like they were watching a mildly entertaining sitcom.
Jack sat up slowly on Tyler’s bed, cum still streaking his pretty face and dripping from his chin. His big blue puppy-dog eyes looked up at Mark with soft, genuine concern. “It’s okay, Mr. Mark,” he said in that sweet, breathy voice, so innocent it almost sounded like he was apologizing for spilling milk. “It was just good fun. A bonding ritual. Nothing to be ashamed of. We’re just getting close, that’s all.”
Mark’s mouth opened and closed. “Bonding ritual? You’re out of your goddamn minds. This is—” He gestured wildly at the scene, but he didn’t actually step back into the hallway. His feet stayed planted.
Jack’s eyes followed Mark’s gaze as it finally landed on the other bed—Jack’s brand-new mattress now a swampy disaster of sweat, spit, and thick ropes of cum. Globs of it had even splattered the wall behind the headboard and the ceiling above. Mark’s eyes widened in stunned confusion.
“What the fuck…” he blurted.
Jack tilted his head sweetly. “Oh. That was just Dad and Ryan saying goodbye. Tyler and I used his bed so it wouldn’t get messy.”
The realization hit Mark like a freight train. His gaze snapped to Michael and Ryan—both still completely naked, muscular bodies glistening, heavy cocks swinging as they chuckled. “Oh my god,” Mark whispered, voice hoarse. “You… all three of you…”
Michael stood up casually, his big, spent cock swaying between his thick thighs as he stepped closer. “That’s right,” he said warmly, clapping a hand on Jack’s slim shoulder. “Thompson men don’t hide what we feel. We share everything.”
Jack slid gracefully off Tyler’s bed and approached Mark, completely naked, cum oozing slowly from his puffy hole and his own massive cock still throbbing hard against his flat belly. “It’s a really close bond,” he explained softly, big blue eyes never leaving Mark’s face. “We take care of each other. Make each other feel good. It’s natural. Beautiful, even.”
Michael joined him, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his son, their bodies pressed close. Jack reached down without hesitation and wrapped his small hand around his dad’s thick cock, stroking it slowly. Michael groaned low and leaned in to kiss Jack deeply, tongue sliding into the boy’s mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jack moaned that soft, wondrous little sound, melting against his father while his hand kept working.
Mark couldn’t look away. He started wondering if he was the crazy one. His eyes flicked down and noticed the obvious swelling in the front of Tyler’s basketball shorts—his son still half-hard, still leaking from what Jack had just done to him.
Jack broke the kiss and turned those innocent puppy-dog eyes back to Mark. “Don’t you love your son, Mr. Mark?” he asked gently, voice trembling with sincerity. “Look how much he loves you. He’s right there, hard for you already.”
Tyler made a strangled noise, face burning, but he didn’t deny it.
Jack took Mark’s big, trembling hand in both of his smaller ones. “It’s okay,” he whispered, stepping even closer so the man could smell the thick mix of sweat, cum, and boy on him. “It will be okay. Just give in. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Mark stared down into Jack’s sweet, innocent face—those wide blue eyes, the soft flush on his cheeks, the delicate way cum still clung to his lashes. Jack’s enormous cock throbbed visibly between them, fresh cum still leaking from his used hole in slow, obscene drips.
Tyler, Michael, and Ryan watched with eager, hungry eyes.
Jack bent down gracefully, scooped Tyler’s discarded underwear off the floor—still warm, damp with sweat and ball musk—and gently pressed the crotch right against Mark’s face. “See?” he murmured, voice so soft and reassuring. “Isn’t that natural and beautiful? That’s your son. Smell how much he wants this.”
Mark’s nostrils flared. A low, broken sound escaped him.
Jack took Mark’s hand again—this time guiding it down between them until the older man’s rough palm wrapped around Jack’s throbbing, cum-slick cock. “See?” Jack whispered, big blue eyes locked on Mark’s. “It’s natural. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Mark was speechless. His hand didn’t pull away. He stared into those impossible puppy-dog eyes for what felt like an eternity, chest heaving.
Then, slowly, his gaze drifted down to his own hand—squeezing, stroking, feeling the heavy, pulsing heat of Jack’s enormous cock.
A dark wet spot began to bloom across the front of Mark’s shorts, spreading as his own cock throbbed helplessly against the fabric.
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