I sat in the dim glow of my bedroom, the laptop screen casting flickering shadows across the walls of my quiet home. At 52, after the divorce that finally freed me to embrace who I truly was—a gay man—I cherished these weekends when my sons visited. João, my 21-year-old, with his broad shoulders and confident stride, and Lucio, the 18-year-old firecracker, lean and intense like a coiled spring. They were straight as arrows, both of them, but they'd taken my coming out in stride, no judgment, just acceptance. It made my secret ache for them even harder to bear. Their bodies were like sculptures from ancient myths—João's chest thick and powerful from years of soccer, Lucio's abs etched sharp from endless gym sessions. I fantasized about them constantly, but tonight, with them out, I let myself indulge.
João had crashed at his girlfriend's place after some late-night plans, and Lucio was out celebrating a year with his girl at that fancy Italian spot downtown. The house was mine, silent except for the moans spilling from my speakers. I had the porn queued up—two muscular guys going at it, one pinning the other down, cocks sliding deep and relentless. My hand wrapped around my own dick, stroking slow at first, building that heat in my gut. I pictured João's face, those full lips parting in surprise, then Lucio's hips bucking under my touch. Precum slicked my palm as I pumped harder, breath ragged, lost in the fantasy of pulling them into my world.
The front door slammed downstairs, jolting me upright. I paused the video, heart pounding, and yanked up my pants just enough to look decent. Voices? No, just heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs. Lucio burst into the living room below—I could hear him muttering curses in Portuguese, our old family tongue slipping out when he was pissed. I zipped up fully, wiped my hand on a tissue, and headed down, my erection still throbbing against my thigh.
'Lucio? That you, filho?' I called, keeping my voice steady as I descended the steps. He was pacing the foyer, jacket tossed on the floor, his dark hair tousled like he'd run his hands through it a dozen times. His shirt clung to his torso from the humid night air, outlining every ridge of muscle. God, he was beautiful, even in anger—jaw clenched, green eyes flashing.
'Yeah, Dad,' he growled, kicking off his shoes. 'Fucking anniversary ruined. Can you believe that shit?' He slumped onto the couch, elbows on knees, staring at the carpet.
I sat beside him, close enough to smell his cologne mixed with sweat. 'What happened? You two were all excited about that dinner.' My hand rested on his shoulder, firm and reassuring, but inside, my pulse raced. This was my boy, vulnerable for once.
He exhaled sharply. 'She just... blew up. Said I don't handle my emotions right, that I'm too closed off, like some caveman. We were having a good time, toasting to a year, and then bam—she's on me about how I never open up. I told her I'm not some crybaby, that real men don't whine. Next thing, she's calling me immature and storming out. Left me with the bill and a headache.'
I nodded, squeezing his shoulder. 'Sounds rough. Women can be a handful, huh? But you're strong, Lucio. Alpha through and through. No shame in that.' My thumb traced a small circle on his deltoid, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric. He didn't pull away.
He laughed bitterly. 'You're lucky, Dad. Being gay and all—no dealing with this drama. Women are too damn complicated. Why can't they just... I don't know, keep it simple?'
I leaned in a bit, my voice low and soothing. 'It has its perks, yeah. But hey, you're young, handsome. You'll find your way.' My hand slid down his arm, casual at first, then lingering at his bicep. He was tense, coiled tight, and I could see the frustration etched in his posture. 'You need to unwind. Let it out.'
He glanced at me, eyes narrowing slightly, but there was trust there. 'Yeah? How? Punch a wall?'
I chuckled softly, my fingers drifting to his thigh, patting it reassuringly. 'Nah, nothing that destructive. Just... relax. Let me help.' Before he could respond, my hand moved inward, brushing the seam of his jeans. He froze, but didn't stop me. The air thickened, charged with something unspoken. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, the subtle shift as blood rushed south.
'Dad... what—' he started, voice husky, but I shushed him gently.
'It's okay, filho. No one's here. Just you and me. You've had a shit night—let me take care of you.' My palm pressed flat against the growing bulge, rubbing slow circles. He was hard already, the denim straining. A low groan escaped him, surprise mixing with the building need.
I unzipped him carefully, freeing his cock—it sprang out thick and veined, the head flushed pink and already leaking. Fuck, it was perfect, just like I'd imagined. My mouth watered, but I held back, focusing on him. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, stroking from base to tip, thumb swirling over the slit to spread the precum.
'Oh shit,' Lucio breathed, head falling back against the couch. His hips twitched upward, seeking more friction. 'This... this is weird, but... fuck, it feels good.'
'That's it,' I murmured, pumping steadily, watching his face contort in pleasure. 'No women needed for this. Just release. You're so tense—let go.' I sped up, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, feeling him throb in my grip. His balls tightened, breaths coming in sharp pants.
He gripped the cushion, knuckles white. 'Dad... I'm gonna—'
'Cum for me, boy,' I urged, leaning closer, my free hand on his chest to feel his heart hammering. Hot spurts shot over my fist, coating his shirt, his abs clenching under the fabric. He shuddered, a deep moan ripping from his throat, and I milked every drop, slowing my strokes until he slumped, spent.
I wiped him clean with a nearby throw blanket, zipping him up as he caught his breath. His eyes met mine, wide with a mix of shock and satisfaction. 'That was... intense.'
I smiled, patting his knee. 'See? No complications. You don't need women to feel good. Ever think about trying it with a guy? Keep it secret—no one has to know. Hell, even your brother... João's discreet. Could be just between family.'
Lucio's face paled, then flushed. 'What? João? Dad ! that's... incest ! no way.' He stood abruptly, adjusting himself, and bolted up the stairs to his room without another word, door slamming shut.
I sat there, cock aching again, replaying it all. The house fell quiet once more, but not for long. About an hour later, the door creaked open downstairs. João. Right on cue, his footsteps heavy, cursing under his breath as he dropped his keys.
'João?' I called, rising to meet him in the living room. He looked wrecked—hair messy, eyes stormy, that chiseled jaw set like stone.
'Dad,' he said flatly, collapsing into the armchair. 'Don't ask. Girlfriend shit. We fought bad.'
'Tell me,' I said, sitting on the armrest beside him, my hand already itching to comfort. 'What went down?'
He rubbed his face. 'She accused me of not committing enough, said I'm always distracted. I tried to explain work's kicking my ass, but she twisted it into me not caring. Ended with her yelling that I'm emotionally unavailable, whatever that means. I walked out—couldn't take it.'
I placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow. 'Sounds exhausting. You're a good man, João. Straightforward, strong. Women don't always get that.'
He nodded, leaning into the touch slightly. 'Yeah, well, you're better off without all that, Dad. Gay life's simpler, right? No mind games.'
My fingers trailed down his spine, then to his side. 'It can be. But you deserve relief too.' I shifted, my hand moving to his thigh, squeezing gently. He tensed, but his eyes held mine, curious.
'Dad?'
'Just relax,' I whispered, my palm sliding higher, brushing the front of his jeans where a familiar hardness was stirring.
João's breath hitched as my hand cupped the bulge in his jeans, the fabric warm and taut under my palm. He was already responding, his body betraying any hesitation. I could feel the thick outline of his cock pressing against my fingers, growing firmer with each subtle rub.
"Dad... this isn't..." he murmured, but his voice trailed off into a low sigh, his legs parting just a fraction more. His eyes, those deep brown ones that mirrored my own, locked onto mine—confused, but laced with a spark of curiosity.
"Shh, it's alright," I whispered, my thumb tracing the zipper's edge. "You've been through hell tonight. Let me make it better. No strings, just you feeling good." I tugged the zipper down slowly, the metallic rasp loud in the quiet room. His boxers peeked out, tented obscenely. With a gentle pull, I freed him—his dick sprang free, long and girthy, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already glistening with a bead of precum.
"Fuck," João groaned, his head tipping back against the chair. His hands gripped the armrests, but he didn't push me away. Instead, his hips shifted forward, offering himself up.
I wrapped my hand around his base, skin hot and velvety against my calloused fingers. I stroked upward, slow and deliberate, watching his face as pleasure washed over it. "That's my boy," I said softly, twisting my wrist at the top to smear that precum down the length. "So hard already. No need for her drama when you can have this."
He panted, chest rising and falling rapidly under his shirt. "It feels... different. But good. Keep going." His voice was rough, needy now, all traces of anger melting into desire.
I picked up the pace, pumping his cock with firm, rhythmic strokes, my other hand slipping under his shirt to tweak a nipple. He bucked into my fist, a string of curses spilling from his lips—Portuguese mixed with English, just like when he was a kid frustrated over homework. But this was no innocent outburst. His balls drew up tight, and I could feel him swelling in my grip.
"Gonna cum," he warned, voice strained.
"Do it," I urged, leaning in to brush my lips against his ear. "Shoot it all out. Forget her."
With a guttural moan, he erupted—thick ropes of cum splattering across my hand and his thigh, his body shuddering violently. I kept stroking through it, drawing out every pulse until he went limp, breathing heavy.
I grabbed a napkin from the side table to clean him up, tucking him back in with care. He looked dazed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "That was... wow. Thanks, Dad."
I patted his cheek, my own arousal screaming for attention, but I held back. "Anytime. And hey, you don't always need a girl for that rush. A guy's touch can hit different—simpler, no games. Think about it. Even with your brother... João, he's family. No one outside would ever know. Just experimenting."
His eyes widened, shock slamming into him like a cold wave. "What ? With Lucio? Dad, that's... illegal ! We're brothers." He stood up fast, nearly tripping over his feet as he backed toward the stairs. "I... I gotta think. Night."
He fled to his room, door clicking shut behind him. I sank back into the chair, finally freeing my own cock to stroke furiously, replaying both encounters in my mind—the way Lucio's abs flexed, João's cock throbbing in my hand. I came hard, biting back a groan, the release leaving me sated but hungry for more.
The weekend blurred into the next few days. The boys stuck around longer than usual, their visits stretching as girlfriends faded into tense phone calls and avoided texts. Mornings were filled with awkward silences at breakfast, but I caught glimpses—Lucio stealing looks at João when he thought no one noticed, João's cheeks flushing during casual chats about sports. They were processing, I could tell, the seeds I'd planted taking root.
By midweek, the house hummed with unspoken tension. I busied myself with work, but my mind wandered to them constantly—their lithe bodies moving through the halls, shirts clinging after showers. One evening, after dinner, I heard voices from João's room upstairs. Low murmurs, frustrated tones. Curiosity pulled me closer, my bare feet silent on the carpeted stairs.
I pressed my ear to the door, heart thumping. João's voice first, edged with irritation. "Man, she's blowing up my phone again. Says I'm distant since the fight. What the hell does she want? I told her I need space."
Lucio snorted. "Same shit here. Mine's on about how I'm 'toxic' for not crying over every little thing. Like, who has time for that? Dad was right—women are a headache."
A pause, then João's tone shifted, hesitant. "Speaking of Dad... what he said the other night. About, uh, trying stuff with a guy. You think he was serious?"
Lucio laughed, but it sounded nervous. "Dead serious. He jacked me off after my blowup. Felt... not bad. Kinda intense. But with you? That's next level, bro."
"He did the same to me," João admitted, voice dropping. "After I got back pissed. Came buckets. Made me think... maybe he's onto something. No drama, just release. And if it's you... no one finds out. We're blood."
My cock twitched in my pants at their words, blood rushing south. They were talking about it—my suggestion bridging the gap. I couldn't resist; my fingers turned the knob just a crack, enough to peer in without a sound. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over their forms.
There they were, on João's bed—shirts off, jeans unbuttoned. Lucio sat against the headboard, legs spread, while João knelt between them, hands on his brother's thighs. They were kissing, tentative at first—lips brushing, then deepening as tongues met. João's hand slid up, palming Lucio's crotch through the denim, eliciting a soft moan.
"Like this?" João asked, pulling back to nip at Lucio's neck.
"Yeah," Lucio breathed, his fingers tangling in João's hair. "Feels good. Better than fighting with her. Touch me."
João didn't hesitate, unzipping Lucio and yanking down his jeans. Lucio's cock bobbed free, half-hard and thickening under the attention. João wrapped his hand around it, stroking lazily, thumb circling the head. Lucio arched, a hiss escaping him. "Fuck, bro... that's it. Suck it?"
João leaned down, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip before taking the head into his mouth. He bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing, while his free hand worked his own dick out of his pants. Lucio watched, mesmerized, his hips rolling up gently to fuck his brother's mouth.
I slipped a hand into my sweats, gripping my aching cock and stroking in time with João's rhythm. The sight was intoxicating—my sons, these perfect young gods, exploring each other. Foreplay turned heated fast; João pulled off with a pop, saliva stringing from his lips to Lucio's shaft.
"Want you inside me," João said, voice husky. He shed his jeans, climbing over Lucio, ass hovering as he grabbed lube from the nightstand—must've swiped it from my bathroom.
Lucio nodded, eyes dark with lust. "Yeah. Condom?"
"Nah, just us. Clean." João slicked Lucio's cock, then his own hole, positioning himself. He sank down slowly, inch by inch, groaning as Lucio's dick stretched him. "Oh god... so full."
They moved together—João riding, hands braced on Lucio's chest, while Lucio thrust up, gripping his hips. Grunts and slaps of skin filled the room, João's cock bouncing untouched, leaking steadily.
"Harder," João demanded, bouncing faster. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Lucio obliged, pounding up, their bodies slick with sweat. "Take it, bro. So tight... gonna fill you up."
I pumped my fist faster, hidden in the shadows, precum dripping over my knuckles. Watching them fuck—raw, forbidden—pushed me to the edge. João came first, spurting across Lucio's abs with a cry, clenching around him. Lucio followed seconds later, hips stuttering as he unloaded deep inside, a roar muffled against João's shoulder.
They collapsed, panting, kissing lazily in the afterglow. I slipped away quietly, retreating to my room to finish what I'd started, the image burned into my mind forever.
My retreat didn't last long at all. The scorching vision of my sons entangled in their raw, incestuous rut scorched my mind—João's firm ass cheeks spread wide, clenching rhythmically around Lucio's veiny shaft as it hammered in and out, their sweat-glistened torsos slapping together with every brutal thrust, heavy breaths turning to guttural moans, mouths devouring each other in hungry, open-mouthed clashes that left trails of spit dangling between their lips. My palm was still tacky with ropes of my own thick semen from the frantic pumping I'd done while spying, but the insistent throb in my groin screamed for deeper satisfaction. I yearned to plunge into their heated, cum-soaked chaos, to claim every inch of their virile forms. Pulse racing like a freight train, I crept back up the stairs, the door hanging open just enough for the overpowering aroma of their debauchery to assault me—salty perspiration, pungent jizz, and that heady, animalistic reek of cocks and asses in full frenzy, saturating the hallway like a fog of forbidden desire.
Their murmurs seeped through the gap, husky and replete: João sighing about how Lucio's massive prick had split him open so deliciously, pumping him full of that hot, sticky seed until it overflowed, while Lucio rumbled a low chuckle, confessing he'd never unloaded so explosively into a hole before, the way João's guts milked him dry. I kicked the door fully ajar and marched inside, the chamber thick with the stench of unbridled male fornication. João and Lucio both startled, their gazes locking onto me in wide-eyed alarm. João remained splayed across Lucio's lap, his limp prick dangling heavily, coated in a sheen of drying spunk, slapping softly against his brother's furred thigh with each shallow breath, while Lucio's hefty cock, glazed with ass slick and pearly remnants, rested flaccid yet imposing between their pressed bodies, a faint pulse making it quiver.
"Dad?" João blurted, his face igniting in a deep scarlet blush, but he stayed put, his puckered hole likely still gaping and dribbling Lucio's fresh deposit onto the rumpled bedding beneath.
Speech evaded me, my voice strangled by the tidal wave of carnal craving surging through my veins. In a blur of motion, I devoured the space between us in four urgent strides, clamped my hands around João's skull—digits burrowing into the soaked strands of his hair—and reeled him toward my waiting maw. His lips were bloated and rouged from the vigorous worship he'd given Lucio's rod moments ago, slick with a residue of saliva and semen that begged to be savored. I slammed my mouth onto his with savage force, my tongue spearing past his teeth to plunder the warm cavern, lapping greedily at the briny essence of his brother's cum mingled with João's own tangy spit. He jolted in shock, a startled mewl vibrating against my invading muscle, but soon his own tongue rose to meet mine in a tentative dance, coiling and flicking like a serpent in heat, offering up more of that depraved cocktail for me to guzzle. I latched onto his tongue with voracious suction, drawing it deep into my mouth to suckle it clean, the flavors exploding on my taste buds—salty, bitter, utterly filthy—while my hips bucked involuntarily, my rigid erection straining against the fabric as I rutted against his leg, smearing pre-cum through my clothes.
Lucio's expression darkened with a spark of territorial ire. "The hell, Dad? Get your own piece," he snapped, thrusting upward to dislodge his brother with a vulgar, sucking slurp—João's rim fluttering obscenely, a thick rivulet of creamy ejaculate seeping free and sliding down Lucio's sack, matting the coarse hairs there. Lucio surged to his feet, his meaty member swaying pendulously, already stirring back to semi-erection and streaked with the glossy evidence of their ass-fucking. He pressed in close to my flank, rough palm digging into my arm, his exhales hot and laced with the sour tang of spent passion fanning across my ear.
I wrenched away from João's mouth with a reluctant pop, a glistening filament of our shared drool bridging the gap before it snapped, flecking droplets onto his heaving chest and the sparse trail of hair leading down to his navel. No sooner had I pivoted than João crowded in from the other side, his roughened jaw grazing my collarbone, his pants ragged and carrying the foul, intoxicating after-scent of cock-sucking. The three of us barreled into one another in a whirlwind of lust-fueled abandon—lips mashing in a frenzied heap, tongues lashing out like eager whores chasing the next fix. I dove first into Lucio's parted lips, my tongue thrusting deep to raid his mouth, scooping up the earthy residue of João's chute smeared across his palate, while João attacked my throat with wet, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing skin and tongue swirling in sloppy circles that left cooling trails of saliva. Our breaths tangled in steamy bursts, the air alive with the lewd symphony of smacking flesh and slurping suction as spit cascaded unchecked, lips gliding in greased frenzy, jaws slick and shining under the overflow that poured down throats and pooled in the hollows of collarbones.
I captured João's full bottom lip between my teeth, nipping and tugging with slutty insistence until he whined into the void, then released it to plunge back into the fray, corralling both their tongues in a swirling, saliva-drenched melee—twisting them together in my mouth, sucking alternately on each one like they were candy-coated pricks, the combined tastes of ass, cum, and sweat blending into a heady elixir that had me moaning like a bitch in estrus. Drool spilled in rivulets, soaking our shirts and trickling over taut pecs, nipples hardening under the wet assault as we ground our bodies closer, cocks tenting and leaking in unison. Lucio retaliated by seizing my upper lip in a bruising suck, pulling it into his mouth to lave with broad strokes of his tongue, while João mirrored him on the other side, their hands roaming to cradle my head, holding me captive in this obscene, three-way oral orgy. Tongues dueled and dueled, probing every crevice—flicking against teeth, tracing gums, delving into cheeks—until our faces were masks of glistening mess, chins drenched and necks marked with hickeys from the relentless nipping and biting.
"Shit, this is the dirtiest, sluttiest thing I've ever done," Lucio groaned against the slick press of our mouths, his prior possessiveness evaporating into ravenous greed, his shaft now rock-hard and pulsing, dragging sticky trails of pre across my thigh as he humped with shameless urgency.
"Don't stop, you filthy fuckers—drown me in it," I demanded, my tone a gravelly plea laced with desperation, hauling them impossibly nearer until our sweat-slicked skins fused. One hand delved between João's cheeks, fingers spearing into the sloppy warmth of his cum-filled crack, twisting to scoop out globs of Lucio's spend and smear it back over his twitching entrance; the other clawed down Lucio's spine, nails raking welts as I crushed his frame to mine. We feasted on each other's mouths for what seemed an endless haze of depravity, this twisted triad of lips and laps forging our illicit alliance, visages smeared with a glossy sheen of spit and perspiration, the space echoing with our animalistic snarls and the perpetual squelch of tongues plunging like cocks into willing holes.
Eventually, I peeled Lucio away for an intimate assault, sealing over his mouth in a possessive lock—tongue spearing to the back of his throat, fucking in and out with rhythmic thrusts while I savored the musky tang of João's bowels lingering there, my free hand wrapping around his pulsing length to pump the veined girth, thumb circling the weeping crown to milk fresh beads of arousal. "My naughty, cum-hungry baby boys," I breathed when we surfaced, gaze smoldering with untamed lust, flicking my tongue out to lap a stray droplet from his chin before diving back in for another round of slutty sucking. "I've fantasized about this taboo threesome pounding through my nights. Let Daddy stuff your holes full... or flip me and rail me until I beg. Use me like the family whore I am."
João's shock faded into a wicked grin, his cock already twitching back to life. "You're such a slut for us, Dad. Get on the bed."
They pushed me down onto the mattress, the sheets still warm from their earlier fuck. The room's male scent intensified, wrapping around us like a blanket—pungent, intoxicating. Lucio rummaged in the nightstand, pulling out lube, a sleek black dildo, and—surprise—a thin leather whip I'd hidden away for my private sessions. João's eyes lit up. "Where'd that come from?"
"Daddy's secrets," I purred, spreading my legs shamelessly, my own cock hard and leaking against my stomach. "Use it on me, my babies. Make me owww yours hmmmm."
They dove in, licking everywhere. João started at my neck, tongue tracing my collarbone before latching onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to make me arch. Lucio went lower, lapping at my abs, dipping into my navel, then dragging his tongue along my inner thighs. I moaned, hands fisting the sheets, as they worked me over—wet, sloppy trails marking my skin. I returned the favor, pulling João up to suck on his balls, tonguing the wrinkled sac while he groaned above me. Lucio straddled my chest, feeding me his cock, which I slurped eagerly, drool bubbling around the shaft as I deepthroated him.
"God Dad ! Your mouth is heaven," Lucio grunted, thrusting shallowly.
We shifted then, our bodies gleaming and slick with the overflowing rivers of spit that had cascaded from our endless, slutty kissing frenzy, every inch of our skin tacky and warm from the shared saliva that now bound us like a second layer of depraved intimacy. The air hung heavy with the musky cocktail of our arousal—sweat-soaked crotches grinding together, cocks throbbing and leaking pre-cum in sticky trails that smeared across thighs and bellies. I guided them down onto the rumpled sheets, our forms collapsing into a tight, heated triangle on our sides, me forming the sturdy base with my broad back pressed against the mattress, João curled to my left like a eager pup, his lithe frame slotting perfectly against mine, and Lucio mirroring him on my right, his bulkier build adding a delicious weight that pinned me in place. Our legs tangled instinctively, calves hooking over hips, but it was our feet that sought out the forbidden thrill, drawing together in a slow, sensual weave—João's slender, arched soles brushing against Lucio's broader ones, while mine, callused from years of raw labor, slotted between them like the anchor of our filthy triad.
The foot play ignited like a spark in dry tinder, our breaths hitching as toes flexed and curled in anticipation, the room filling with the soft, wet sounds of exploration. I started it, my gaze locking onto João's elegant foot—long and lean, the skin pale and smooth save for the faint veins tracing up from his heel, his big toe prominent and slightly curved, begging for attention. I lifted it to my lips with reverent hunger, my tongue darting out to trace the ball of his foot first, lapping at the salty tang of sweat that had gathered there from our earlier exertions, the flavor earthy and intoxicating, like the essence of his virile body distilled into this intimate appendage. He shivered, a low whimper escaping his throat as I engulfed his big toe fully, sucking it deep into my mouth like it was a thick, pulsing cock, my lips sealing around the base while my tongue swirled in lazy, lascivious circles, flicking against the sensitive pad and dipping into the subtle crevice where toe met foot. The texture was divine—smooth yet firm, the faint ridges of his skin yielding under my assault as I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to create that slutty suction that made his entire leg quiver, toes splaying wide before clenching again in waves of pleasure that rippled up his calf.
João, not one to be outdone, turned his attention to Lucio's foot, which he cradled in his palm like a prized possession, his fingers kneading the sturdy arch with possessive strokes before leaning in to nibble at the high curve, teeth grazing the tender flesh just enough to elicit a guttural groan from his brother. His bites were playful yet ravenous, alternating with broad licks that coated the skin in glistening saliva, tracing the natural contours from heel to the ball, savoring the coarser texture of Lucio's sole—dusted with faint dark hairs that tickled his tongue and added to the raw, masculine allure. Lucio's foot flexed under the attention, toes spreading to invite more, and João obliged by sucking each one in turn, his mouth working with sloppy enthusiasm, drool spilling over his chin and dripping onto the sheets as he hummed vibrations through the digits, making Lucio's cock twitch visibly against my thigh.
Lucio, ever the dominant force in our tangled mess, claimed my foot with a growl of approval, hoisting it up to his bearded face, the rough stubble scraping deliciously against my heel as he dragged his tongue in a long, deliberate stroke from the base of my arch all the way to the tips of my toes. The abrasion sent electric jolts straight to my groin, my hole clenching around nothing as his wet muscle lapped insistently, probing the calluses and crevices with slutty precision, tasting the mingled sweat and faint traces of our earlier cum play that had splattered down. He sucked my toes greedily—first the big one, engulfing it with a deep-throated pull that mirrored how he'd fuck my ass later, his beard rasping against my instep like sandpaper on silk, heightening every sensation until I was moaning around João's toe, the chain of pleasure linking us in this depraved circuit. Our feet intertwined more deeply now, soles pressing together in a slick, sliding friction—João's toes curling against Lucio's ankle, my heel grinding into João's calf while Lucio's instep rubbed teasingly along my sole, the collective warmth and wetness building a symphony of squelches and sighs.
'Taste so good, my babies,' I slurred thickly, my voice muffled as I popped off João's big toe with a lewd smack, a string of saliva connecting us before I dove between his toes, tongue delving into the warm, hidden spaces to lap at the sensitive webbing, the flavor more intense there—salty and slightly tangy, like forbidden nectar that made my cock leak profusely onto the sheets. João's foot arched higher, offering more, his own mouth busy now sucking Lucio's second toe with fervent pulls, while Lucio retaliated by nipping at my pinky toe, teeth closing just hard enough to sting sweetly, his tongue soothing the spot with swirling laps that had me bucking my hips involuntarily. The intimacy was overwhelming, our moans vibrating through the chain of bodies—João's whimpers humming into Lucio's foot, Lucio's grunts rumbling against mine, and mine echoing back to João's, creating a feedback loop of ecstasy that drowned out everything else. We worshipped like starved whores, feet flexing and toes wiggling in response to the onslaught, the air thick with the scent of saliva-soaked skin and rising arousal, our cocks hardening fully now, brushing against legs and bellies in desperate bids for friction.
It was in this haze of foot-fetish bliss that João's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the vibration cutting through our slurps and sucks like an unwelcome intruder. He paused mid-nibble on Lucio's arch, his lips shiny with spit, and reached for it without releasing his brother's foot entirely, glancing at the screen—his girlfriend's name flashing. A wicked grin split his face as he answered, propping the phone to his ear while his free hand stroked my sole teasingly, fingers tracing circles that made me groan louder. 'Hey, babe? Yeah, it's me,' he panted, his voice husky from the licking, even as he leaned back in to swirl his tongue around Lucio's heel, the wet sounds audible over the line. She started babbling something about missing him, but João cut her off with a laugh, sucking Lucio's big toe deep into his mouth for emphasis, his cheeks hollowing as he hummed into the receiver. 'Listen, it's over. For good. You know why? Because right now, I'm tasting something way fucking better than your boring pussy—my brother's foot, all salty and hard under my tongue, and Dad's sucking mine like it's his favorite cock. We're tangled up, licking soles and toes like the sluts we are, and it feels so goddamn right.' Her crying echoed faintly, but he just chuckled, popping off the toe to lick a broad stripe up the arch, his eyes locked on mine as I mirrored him by deep-throating two of João's toes at once, gagging slightly on the intrusion while my tongue worked overtime. 'Find someone else to nag’ . He hung up with a triumphant click, tossing the phone aside, then dove back into Lucio's foot with renewed vigor, biting the pad of his foot just hard enough to make his brother thrust his hips forward, cock slapping against my leg.
Lucio's phone lit up next, buzzing across the sheets like a challenge, his girlfriend's contact popping up mid-lap at my heel. He snatched it without hesitation, his beard scratching my skin as he pressed it to his ear, even as his tongue plunged between my toes, lapping greedily at the sweaty crevices while his free hand gripped João's ankle to pull his foot closer, forcing João to extend his toes for a quick suck. 'What do you want?' he barked into the phone, voice gravelly and interrupted by a moan as he ground his sole against mine in slick friction. She demanded answers, whining about their fight, but Lucio just laughed low and dirty, his mouth descending to engulf three of my toes in a hot, sucking embrace, the suction pulling at my skin like a vacuum of lust. 'We're done, you hear me? Through. And guess what I'm doing instead? Licking my dad's foot—tastes like pure man, all rough and sweaty—while my brother sucks mine and Dad worships his. Feet intertwined, tongues everywhere, cocks rock-hard from it. This is what real pleasure feels like—no fake moans from you, just raw, filthy family fun.' He groaned deeply as he bit down on my arch, the pain-pleasure mix making me cry out, my voice carrying over the line before he hung up with a satisfied grunt, the phone clattering away. His girlfriend (well his ex now) was in shock and screamed on the phone. ˋHear that, Dad? Free as fuck now. No more bullshit—just us, our feet, and this endless licking.' The calls only fueled the fire, turning our foot fetish into something even more taboo and electric, the thrill of rejection amplifying every slurp and nibble as we redoubled our efforts, toes curling tighter, soles grinding with urgent need, the triangle of our bodies pulsing with shared depravity.
The foot worship stretched on, sensual and unhurried, our mouths exploring every ridge and curve—me tracing the veins on João's instep with feather-light licks that built to hungry sucks, João nibbling the edges of Lucio's toes until they reddened from his teeth, Lucio rasping his stubble along my entire sole in long, teasing drags that left it tingling and wet. Drool pooled between our feet, slicking the connections as we pressed soles together, toes interlocking like lovers' fingers, the vibrations of our moans traveling through bone and flesh. It was intimate beyond words, this lowly act elevating us to gods of perversion, cocks dripping steadily now, begging for the escalation we all craved.
Finally, the play ratcheted up, João breaking away first with a reluctant pop from Lucio's toes, his lips swollen and glistening as he reached for the whip coiled on the nightstand—a sleek leather tawse with multiple tails, perfect for delivering that sharp bite we hungered for. He cracked it experimentally in the air, the snap echoing like a promise, then brought it down lightly across my thighs, the sting blooming hot and immediate, making my cock jump and spurt a fresh bead of pre-cum. 'Like that, you filthy slut?' he demanded, his voice laced with dominant fire, eyes dark with lust as he watched the red line form on my skin.
'Mhhhh Yes! Whip your daddy harder, make me feel it,' I begged, my tone a desperate whine, rolling fluidly onto my stomach with my ass arched high, presenting myself like the obedient whore I was, cheeks spread slightly to reveal my puckered hole, still slick from earlier probing. João didn't hesitate, the whip whistling through the air before landing in a series of measured lashes across my ass—each strike landing with a crack that sent fire racing through my nerves, welts rising in angry red stripes that burned sweetly, the pain twisting into molten pleasure that had me grinding my erection into the mattress, humping shamelessly for relief.
Lucio, his mouth still tasting of my foot, grabbed the bottle of lube from the edge of the bed, squirting a generous glob onto his fingers before coating the thick, ridged dildo we'd pulled from the drawer earlier—a veined monster designed to stretch and torment. He knelt behind me, teasing my rim with the cool tip, circling the sensitive flesh until I was pushing back with needy whines, then slid it in slow and deliberate, inch by girthy inch, twisting it to grind against my inner walls, the ridges catching on my prostate with every rotation. I bucked wildly, a cry tearing from my throat as stars exploded behind my eyes, the fullness overwhelming, my hole clenching greedily around the invading toy while João cracked the whip again across my lower back, the dual assault shattering me into fragments of bliss.
'Time to fuck him proper,' Lucio growled, yanking the dildo free with a wet schlop that left me gaping and empty, aching for more. They flipped me onto my back in a coordinated rush, my legs splayed wide as João straddled my chest, feeding his long, curved cock straight into my waiting mouth— the head salty and flared, sliding over my tongue as I sucked with voracious hunger, hollowing my cheeks to take him deep, gagging wetly on the length. Lucio hoisted my legs over his broad shoulders, his thick dick—veiny and brutal—pressing against my hole before slamming in raw and unrelenting, stretching me wide with a burn that bordered on agony before melting into ecstasy. 'So fucking tight , Dad ! Better than any pussy I've ever had—gripping me like you were made for this,' he grunted, hips snapping forward in powerful thrusts that rocked the bed, his balls slapping against my ass with each plunge.
João pulled out of my mouth with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting us, only to grab his phone again as it buzzed once more—another call from his ex, persistent in her desperation. But he answered mid-thrust from Lucio, my throat still tingling as he shoved back in briefly before speaking. 'What now? I told you it's done.' Lucio's pounding didn't falter, the bed creaking rhythmically under us, my moans muffled around João's shaft. 'Yeah, I'm balls-deep in something amazing right now—my brother's cock railing our dad's ass while I fuck his face. No room for you.' He hung up swiftly, tossing it away, then gripped my hair to ram his cock down my throat again. 'Suck it good while he breeds you, Dad. Show us what a perfect family hole you are.'
Lucio's phone joined the chaos seconds later, vibrating against the sheets as his ex called, her voice shrill when he snatched it up, hips never slowing their brutal rhythm, bottoming out deep inside me with every snap. 'Make it quick—I'm busy.' He laughed through a groan as he hilted again, my walls fluttering around him. 'Told you, we're over. Why chase drama when I've got this? Pounding my old man's tight ass, feeling him clench like a vice—men get it right, no bullshit.' He hung up with a bark of laughter, the phone skittering away. 'Free and clear, Dad. Now take every inch.'
They switched seamlessly, João withdrawing from my mouth with a wet pop, his cock slick and shining, before taking position between my legs, his longer shaft spearing into my already abused hole, hitting deeper angles that made me arch and scream, the stretch exquisite torture. Lucio claimed my mouth next, face-fucking me with short, savage thrusts, his girth choking me as pre-cum coated my tongue. The whip returned to João's hand, cracking lightly across my chest between his thrusts—the tails biting into my pecs, nipping at my hardened nipples, the pain spiking my pleasure until I was writhing beneath them, begging incoherently. 'MOHHH FUCK ME HARDER, MY BABIES ! HMMM USE DADDY’S HOLES, FILL ME UP WITH YOU HOT LOADS !'
We cycled through positions like animals in heat, the toys and whip weaving through our frenzy—to the dildo plunging back into my ass alongside João's cock for a brutal stretch that had me seeing white, then into my mouth to muffle my cries while Lucio pressed in beside his brother, their shafts rubbing together inside me, double-teaming my hole with raw, lubed fury, the friction burning and blissful. Drool poured from my lips around the toy, lube squelching everywhere, the room a cacophony of flesh slapping against flesh, whip cracks punctuating moans, and the wet glides of cocks and silicone.
'Sex with guys is way better than with chicks,' João panted, slamming home deep, his balls tightening as he chased release. 'No more women dragging us down ! —just this raw pounding, our cocks owning each other.'
'Agreed ! ,' Lucio added, delivering a sharp whip to my thigh that made my muscles seize around them. 'Dad's our perfect hole—tight, eager, taking us both like a champ.'
The overload shattered me; I came untouched, my cock erupting in thick ropes that splattered across my chest and belly, waves of orgasm ripping through me as they railed on. João unloaded first, his hot cum flooding my ass in pulsing jets, grunting as he painted my insides white before pulling out with a gush. Lucio dove in immediately, mixing his load with his brother's, thrusting through the creamy mess until he too climaxed, then withdrew to join João in jerking over me, their final ropes arcing to paint my face, tongue, and chest in sticky white, the taste salty and divine as I lapped at what I could reach.
We collapsed in a tangled heap, bodies sticky and spent, the overwhelming scent of male cum and sweat enveloping us like a blanket. We had a very sloppy three-way kiss ˋMhhh my baby boys come here and give daddy another kiss on his mouth.' We kissed like three whores in a porn movie moaning very loudly during the kiss. Kisses turned lazy and tender now, tongues gliding softly to clean the remnants from skin—João lapping at my cum-streaked cheek, Lucio sucking gently on my lower lip, me nuzzling into their necks to taste the salt. 'My perfect babies,' I murmured, voice hoarse and blissful, limbs entwined in the afterglow. This was our new world—raw, unfiltered, unbreakable bonds forged in the fire of taboo lust.
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