Thursday Night – The Three of Us
Ryan and Jack gently took their father by the arms and guided him upstairs.
Michael moved like a man in a trance---worn out, confused, and emotionally shattered. The house still reeked of the day’s depravity. When they reached the master bedroom, the smell was even stronger. The bed---Michael’s own bed---was a disaster. The sheets were stiff with dried cum, dark piss stains, and sweat. The air was thick and heavy.
“Dad, sit down,” Jack said softly, his voice gentle and loving.
They helped Michael sit on the edge of the filthy stinking bed. Ryan knelt in front of him, big strong hands resting on his father’s knees. Jack sat beside him, leaning his head against Michael’s shoulder.
“We love you, Dad,” Jack whispered. “So much.”
Ryan nodded, looking up at his father with sincere eyes. “We don’t want you to feel alone in this. We want to share everything with you.”
Michael stared at the floor, voice cracking. “This is wrong… You’re my sons…”
Jack kissed his father’s cheek tenderly. “It doesn’t feel wrong when we’re together.”
They undressed him slowly, reverently. Michael was passive at first---letting them pull off his shirt, his pants, his underwear. When he was naked, the two boys climbed onto the bed with him, sandwiching their father between them.
What followed was the sickest, nastiest, most depraved night of the entire story.
Jack and Ryan started by worshipping their father’s body. They licked every inch of him---his hairy chest, his sweaty armpits, his neck. Ryan buried his face in his father’s crotch, inhaling deeply the musky scent of the day before sucking Michael’s cock with loving hunger. Jack licked and sucked on his father’s balls, then moved lower, spreading Michael’s cheeks and tonguing his asshole with wet, filthy enthusiasm.
Michael groaned, still mostly passive, but his cock was rock hard.
They took turns riding him. Jack went first, sinking down onto his father’s cock with a soft, sweet moan. “I love you, Dad,” he whispered as he rode slowly, grinding his hips. Ryan kissed his father deeply while Jack fucked himself on Michael’s cock.
Then they switched. Ryan---the big, strong Marine---impaled himself on his father’s cock, riding him with powerful rolls of his hips while Jack sat on Michael’s face, making his father eat his cum-filled hole.
They got nastier as the night went on.
The boys made their father taste their holes after they had been fucked earlier in the day. They fed him their own loads, snowballing cum between the three of them in long, sloppy kisses. At one point, Ryan and Jack both pissed on their father’s chest and cock while he lay there, then made him fuck them in the wet mess.
Creative ways of sharing him became the theme.
They double-stuffed their father’s mouth---both brothers feeding him their cocks at the same time, stretching his lips obscenely. They took turns fucking him while the other sat on his face. They made him watch while they fucked each other, then had him clean their cocks and holes afterward. They DP’d Michael deeply, rubbing their cocks together inside their father’s velvety asshole---a tender and beautiful family moment to share.
Michael started off passive and overwhelmed, but as the hours passed, something broke inside him. The boundless love---and lust---of his sons wore down every last wall. By 3 AM he was actively participating, fucking his boys with raw, possessive hunger, telling them how much he loved them while breeding their holes.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this with my own sons,” he groaned as he pounded Ryan, then switched to Jack. “But I don’t want to stop.”
The three of them went at it all night long---filthy, depraved, loving, and completely unhinged. Cum, piss, sweat, and spit covered all of them. The bed was destroyed beyond repair.
By the time the first construction trucks started pulling up outside at 7 AM, the three men were a naked, cum-drenched, exhausted heap in the middle of the soaked mattress.
Michael held both of his sons close, kissing them tenderly.
“I love you both,” he whispered. “No matter what.”
Jack and Ryan smiled against their father’s chest.
“We love you too, Dad.”
Outside, the crew was already gathering for another long day.
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