Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2017 15:19:06 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Designated Buddy Part 3 - Docking Maneuvers

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Alex's cock slipped out of me, still rubbery and mostly hard – ah, to be
in your early twenties again – and glazed like a fresh donut with his
creamy cum. We all watched it, and I saw Justin lick his lips
subconsciously. My boy liked his cum, to be sure – but then, he'd
inherited that from me as well. As he curled forward to take hold of his
new brother's freshly-spent sailor cock and slide his mouth down the length
of it, I reached down under my balls, to the sticky, slicked-up mess of
matted fur around my hole. I locked eyes with Alex as I ran my fingers down
over my hole, still tingling and slightly tender from his fucking, and now
painted with the remnants of his very healthy young load. With him watching
intently, I brought my middle three fingers, painted with his freshly-shot
seed, up to my mouth, and slowly licked them clean.

"Damn you taste good, baby boy," I said, low and deep and husky, my cock
still throbbing hard against my stomach. "All this cum of yours inside of
me now."

"Aw Dad," he moaned, his face all flushed as he watch me lewdly licking his
cum from my fingers and lips.

I reached down again, collected a little more, and offered my fingers to
him. He leaned in, eyes never deviating from mine, and slowly, sensuously
sucked them into his mouth, laving them thoroughly with his tongue as he
savored his own manly essence.

"Yeah, that's the load you bred your Daddy up with, big guy," I said,
nodding approvingly as he sucked my fingers clean with a satisfied grunt.

Between us, Justin made a satisfied grunt of his own as he listened to us
and continued to clean his brother's cock, from tip to balls and back
again, until it finally popped free of his very talented mouth, his lips
slick with spit and whatever was left of Alex's load. He immediately ducked
his handsome head between my thighs, his big young tongue lapping tenderly
yet eagerly at my hole, sending a quiet thrill all through me as he cleaned
me up like he'd done for Alex. Even wormed his tongue a little inside of me
to collect more of Alex's cream, and then slid up the length of my body to
kiss me, his tongue rich and salty with it. We kissed, wet and noisy,
hungry, trading the steadily diminishing cum back and forth in our mixed
father-son spit, as Alex stared at us with lusty awe.

"He tastes like one of us for sure, Dad," Justin said with a big grin.

"He's a McGowan man, alright," I grinned back, giving Alex a wink and
Justin another soft kiss, before pulling the kid down between us.

We stroked all over his body, watching his cock steadily reviving at our
focused, intimate attentions – touches, strokes, little kisses all over
the sweat of his skin, stretched taut over those prime young sailor's
muscles. Alex had a dreamy, blissed-out look on his handsome young face as
we gave him the royal treatment, kiss-licking our way up his stomach
together to his pecs, nuzzling on his stiff dark nips, working our way
steadily up to the sides of his neck. Every so often, Justin and I had
gotten to enjoy working another man over together as a father-son team,
without the other guy knowing it – thanks to Justin's red-blond hair and
coloring and having his mother's nose, we looked different enough in low
light to pass as a regular couple. But this was the first time we'd been
able to do it as who we really were, everyone in on the big secret, and it
was even more thrilling and satisfying to do it this way. Out in the open,
as family, together.

"So we're still waiting to hear your plan, little brother," Justin murmured
against Alex's lips, reaching down his beautiful bod to slow-stroke his big
young cock into full hardness again.

Alex looked back and forth between us, that cute blush on his cheeks again,
then locked eyes with Justin.

"You remember San Diego?" he said.

Justin frowned at him for a second, and then I saw some kind of realization
wash over his face, his mouth dropping open a little as his eyes widened.

"Dude... 'Lex... no fuckin' way!" my son said in his "are you shitting me?"
tone.

Alex just nodded, blushing harder, but starting to grin this time, and as
they stared at each other, I got that silent, electric communication vibe
between them. I wondered just what was so incredible about what Alex wanted
from us now.

"Bro... you know how big this is," Justin said, taking hold of my hard cock
for emphasis, sending a thrill along its length and deep inside of me. "You
rode it last night like a fuckin' rock star. Mine too."

"Yeah, I know, believe me," Alex said with a shit-eating grin, reaching
over to take hold of Justin's big throbber and stroke it lovingly. His
other hand joined Justin's on mine, giving both of our cocks a slow
stroke. "You got such beautiful cocks on you, guys. Both of you. My big
bro's cock... and my Dad's cock..."

He got that dreamy kind of look on his face as he scooted down the bed
between us. I still didn't have a clue what was going on, but as he
slow-stroked my dick worshipfully, then leaned over and swallowed my son
down to the root, I pushed that aside and just enjoyed the show.

"Fuck, baby bro," Justin crooned softly, sinking his fingers into Alex's
hair and letting his eyes drift closed as Alex administered a slow, noisy
suckjob, his spit streaming down my son's cock. "So fuckin' good, little
buddy."

Justin's breath was getting shallower, the muscles in his stomach clenching
tighter, the sure signs his orgasm was boiling up again. Alex knew how to
read his body, and I thought again about how much they must have done
together over the years, since the Naval Academy. How tight they'd become,
physically and emotionally. How beautiful they were together.

"My boys," I thought to myself with deep paternal pride, feeling the smile
grow on my face as I watched Alex's big brown eyes lock worshipfully on his
buddy's. His brother's. And then he slowly came up off Justin's big,
creamy-skinned cock, strands of spit connecting his lips to Justin's glossy
cockhead, and turned that adoring gaze on me.

"I love you guys," he said. "For real. So much."

"And we love you too, son," I said, ruffling his hair, and then sucking in
a sharp breath as he aimed my cock at his lips and swallowed me down.

I knew last night that the kid could suck cock like a pro, just like
Justin, but it still felt like a revelation, the way he worshipped my
piece. Slow, wet, his tongue caressing the shaft and the head as he slowly
worked me up and down, his spit flowing like warm honey all over and around
and down my shaft. Just like Justin, he brought me right to the brink, and
then eased back off, licking his lips before sliding up my body to kiss me,
the taste of my cock heavy on his tongue.

"I want you both," he said. "My family, inside of me. Together."

"Like San Diego," Justin said.

"But better," Alex said.

Suddenly I got the picture, just what he was proposing. Holy shit – I'd
seen it done in porn, and more than a few times, Justin had dirty-talked a
deep fantasy about having me and his wrestling coach take him on
together. He'd brought a Fleshjack home on his first Christmas break from
the Academy, and we'd had several very intense sessions cock to cock inside
of it as he murmured the most intense fantasies about sharing a son
together that way. But this was all very real, and as exciting as it was
– honestly, it was practically unthinkable – I was suddenly full of
concern.

"Wait a minute, buddy," I said. "Justin's right. We're pretty big guys. You
are too. But me and him... together..."

"That's a lot to take on, little bro," Justin finished for me, and I could
see the concern written all over his face, like the good big brother he'd
fast become. "Those dudes in San Diego, they weren't nearly the size of us
put together."

Alex fixed Justin with a determined look, his chest puffing up a little in
a way that was frankly adorable, as he squared his jaw.

"Bro... you put a ten-inch dildo up my ass in Hong Kong, with three of your
fingers in there for good measure," he said. "Just to see if we could do
it. And we did. And you saw how hard that made me cum, J."

He took both our cocks in hand again, looking back and forth between them
speculatively as he slow-jacked them. Then back up at us.

"Don't ever tell an engineer he can't do something, guys," he said with a
half-grin. "Now where's that fucking lube?"

Once it became clear that Alex wasn't going to back down, Justin and I
looked at each other, shrugged, and went with it. We'd both always loved an
adventure, especially if it involved being naked. Alex was a perfect fit
for our family, then, and the knowledge that this was the one thing he
wanted most of all from us right now was enough to spur us into motion. If
we were really going to be family together, then we were going to do it
right.

We pushed Alex onto his back, that big young cock of his snapping up hard
against his belly, and spread his muscular thighs wide so we could get
between them. And then, my son and I set to work on the eager young
midshipman.

Alex's thighs were hard, wrestling-sculpted, tanned and trimmed with fine
dark fur. Together, we licked and kissed and stroked our way up his thighs,
working our way up to the heat of his core, the intersection of his upper
thighs and the treasure that lay between them. He was fur-lined there, his
pucker darker than Justin's, seeming impossibly tight for what he wanted us
to do to it, and him. I thought about the way he'd slid down my cock last
night with such determination and assurance. I'm not going to call myself a
porn star or anything, but I have a nice big cock, thick and hefty, seven
inches that had satisfied many men and more than a few women since I was
15. Justin's could have been its twin, and I reached down to take him in
hand and stroke it as I pondered how exactly we were going to do this. My
son fucked up into my hand, turning his head from the crease between his
buddy-brother's thigh and groin to grin at me, before pulling my head to
his for a lazy, sloppy kiss.

"When he knows what he wants, you can't stop him from getting it, Dad," he
said.

"You're fuckin' right about that, bro," Alex said from above us, and I had
to chuckle.

"Reminds me of somebody I know very well, son," I said, feeding Justin my
tongue again for another deep, hungry interlude, before nuzzling my nose
and lips into that sacred, sensitive space under Alex's big young balls.

He tasted of salt and Justin's precum and vaguely of lube, and beneath all
that, his own unique deep musk. A man's true scent. Rich, complex, adult,
and enticing as hell. I'd savored his hole last night, all glazed with
Justin's load, and now that I had some experience with it, I knew just how
he liked to have it treated. I licked around the rim of him, swirling my
tongue around the tightness of the muscle, savoring the way he moaned and
writhed as I lapped over the tight little brown knot of his entrance. I
felt the bulk of Justin's big shoulder sliding up alongside me, his humid
breath on my face, and shifted onto my side to make room for him as he
joined me. We pushed Alex's legs up to make some more room, and he took
hold of the backs of his knees and opened himself up for us.

"Good boy," I said, looking up at him with a grin, getting an even bigger
one in return. And then I joined my son at his core, and together we set to
work.

Damn, there's nothing like taking a project on with your son. We'd built
furniture and refinished my mother's deck and wrenched on the old Saab he'd
inherited from my father, all the typical stuff. Deeply satisfying, of
course, but nothing bonded two men together like pleasuring somebody
else. For his 19th birthday, he came up here to the city, and we picked up
a hot lacrosse bro in a bar in the Meatpacking District. Together we worked
that big blond stud through three heavy loads, and once he'd left on his
walk of shame in the dawn hours, me and my boy had slowly fucked another
intense load out of each other in the sweaty, cum-streaked wreckage of my
bed. I'd been in threesomes before and since, but nothing had compared to
that one – me and my son, bonding over the shared work of men. The
satisfaction of a job well-done in the end, even if it wasn't the kind of
thing most people meant when they talked about a father-son bonding
experience.

It was a real pleasure watching Justin eat his buddy-brother's hole out,
his big wet tongue dexterous and skilled, the obvious joy of a man who
loved his work on his handsome young face as he licked and probed his way
inside of Alex. I met him there, kissing his cheek and ruffling his short
red hair proudly as I licked the edge of Alex's hole, the contact of my
tongue with my son's electric as we worked together to open our new boy
up. With a little coordination, we managed to get both our tongues inside
of him, but in the end, that wasn't practical or all that effective – we
did it just long enough to share the experience of it, then met in a wet,
musky father-son kiss before taking turns probing our tongues up into
Alex's depths.

"Oh my god, you guys need to fuck me," Alex whimpered after quite a lot of
that treatment. "You're killing me here."

"You think we're killing you now, little bro," Justin chuckled, then
knee-walked up the bed to feed Alex his big, leaking cock, leaving his
tender hole all to me. I feasted on him, letting my clean-cut middle-aged
businessman's faηade fall away as the sexual animal in me came out in
full force. Growling, licking, swallowing Alex's secret flavors, then
pulling back to shoot wads of spit onto his steadily opening hole, before
planting them inside of him with my tongue.

While Alex slicked up his cock with his spit, Justin handed me the lube
bottle, and I gave my tongue a break and put my fingers to work. There was
no rush, and with what Alex wanted, the more time we spent getting him
ready, the better it would be for him. I wanted it to be great for him,
just like I'd wanted Justin's first time to be as good as it could possibly
be. First one finger, then two, then three, and finally stretching him to
take four heavily-lubed digits. The kid moaned around Justin's cock,
reaching down to rub his hand over mine as it worked his hole, pushing on
it to shove my fingers as deep into him as he could go. I'd observed how
his inner thighs were hot spots for him – just like his brother, I
thought to myself with an amused grin – and I licked and kissed them up
and down as I rotated my thick, slicked-up fingers inside his stretched
hole.

Soon Justin rejoined me, his cock as redheaded as he was, gleaming with
fresh spit. He squirted a generous amount of lube from the bottle onto it,
and slowly slicked it up and down his length. I felt my mouth water at the
sight, and I knew I wanted to slow-suck a load from that big young son dick
before the guys returned to their ship tonight.

"I think he's ready, Dad," he said.

"Are you, buddy?" I said to Alex, and he lifted his head from the bed to
look me in the eyes.

"As I'll ever be, sir," he said.

"Are you really sure you want this, little brother?" Justin said as he
maneuvered himself behind him.

"Bro," Alex said, his voice steely with determination. "Most of my life, I
dreamed about being with a real dad and son. Just like we've been. And it's
been fucking incredible."

He rolled himself onto his side, careful not to dislodge my fingers from
inside of him, giving Justin the room to slide up his back and nestle
tightly against him.

"But having the two of you inside of me, together?" he went on. "Fuck,
man... that's the ultimate. And I want you guys to give it to me. Make it
come true. Then we'll be family. For real."

God damn, I was pretty sure I'd fallen in love with this kid once and for
all. Justin and I looked at each other, and nodded. It was time to go for
it.

"Put me in, Dad," he said huskily, and I took hold of his slicked-up cock
with my other hand, lined him up with Alex's finger-stuffed hole, and
spread Alex as wide as I could, as gently as I could, to guide my son
inside of him.

"Fffffffuck," Alex grunted, wincing a little, and I felt a flare of alarm
in my gut, but he just nodded at me to keep going. I had a ringside seat
for the incredible sight of my son's big midshipman's cock pushing inside
of Alex, and it was a thing of beauty, as Justin carefully worked his way
up into his best friend and brother.

I thought back to the DP porn I'd seen, and even further back to the time
me and a good Marine buddy had doubled-down on an extremely compliant
hooker in Hawaii together. Granted, that was pussy, which was definitely
designed to stretch, and Petersen wasn't as well-hung as me or Justin, but
I figured the basics were the same. I kept as many fingers inside of Alex
as I could, and was treated to the crazy sensation of my son's big, veiny
cock sliding back and forth through my fingers as he slowly fucked Alex
open. Just when I thought Alex couldn't possibly take it, that we'd quite
literally wreck his tight little hole, he reached down to take hold of my
hand again, and push my fingers in deeper alongside Justin's cock.

"Keep going, Dad," he said, his face full of the effort to take all of
this, beads of sweat on his forehead. "I can take it. I want to take it."

I leaned in and kissed his inner thigh, feeling the muscles big and tense
under his tan skin.

"I know you can, son," I said. "I'm so proud of you, big guy."

"Thanks Daddy," he murmured, and the smile on his face was so sweet and
true, it nearly broke my heart. Justin was feeling it too, smiling almost
softly as he leaned in to tenderly kiss the side of his neck, his big hands
rubbing up and down the muscles of his little brother's torso.

"Love you so much, baby boy," he murmured to him, and Alex craned his head
back so they could kiss, deep and long and passionately. Justin took the
opportunity of the distraction to push his cock inside him to the hilt,
Alex's deep moan muffled by my boy's deep, languid kissing.

Alex's hand was still on mine, keeping it in place, keeping him stretched
out, and when he squeezed it, I figured that was my signal to fuck them
slowly, gently in and out of him. It was so crazy – I was
finger-stroking my boy's cock, while finger-fucking Alex at the same
time. Based on this mysterious San Diego experience the boys had alluded
to, I guessed Alex knew best how to do this. This was entirely his show
now, and Justin and I were just players.

We kept at this for some time, Justin not so much fucking Alex as keeping
him open, gentle little thrusts combined with deep, slow kisses, his thick
fingers teasing and strumming Alex's sensitive tits. I kept on stroking my
fingers inside the kid, leaning in to nurse on the big, slow-seeping head
of his cock, which was as hard as ever with Justin's thick piece firmly
embedded inside of him. Gradually, I could feel him opening more and more,
our combined efforts helping him relax further, until my four fingers were
embedded to the last knuckle alongside the heated thickness of Justin's
cock, starting to rotate freely around its veiny, throbbing circumference.

"I'm ready for more, I think," Alex said eventually. Justin's face was
watchful, focused entirely on him, and god damn but I was proud of the
masterful lover my son had become. He gave Alex some deeper strokes, giving
him more of the length of his cock alongside my working fingers.

"You sure, baby bro?" he asked him, his voice soft and deep and solicitous.

"Yeah," Alex said, nodding and smiling at him, then at me. Justin looked to
me and nodded. They knew each other completely, inside and out. Two young
men, lovers perfectly in sync. My boys. My family. It sounds incredibly
sappy, I'm sure, but my heart was so full in the moment.

"You tell me the instant you're not feeling it, and we'll stop, son," I
said, sliding up to look him deep in the eyes and kiss him.

"That won't happen, Dad," he said. "I want you. I want this. I'm ready for
us all to be together."

I kissed him again, slow and deep, trying to convey everything I was
feeling for him and this incredible bond we'd forged together in such a
short time. Then Justin eased over onto his back, Alex moving with him,
sprawling out atop his muscular, capable frame, making room for me to move
in with them.

This was far from the first time I'd been cock to cock with my son. I
flashed back to that first experience with the Fleshjack together, how we'd
worked with each other to push our way up inside of it, filling it to
capacity. Justin pulled much of his length out of Alex, and I coated the
already-shiny length of his handsome young cock with even more lube, before
laying a thick coating down on my own, and adding even more to the fingers
still working inside Alex. Alex spread his muscular thighs even wider, his
hole flexing and tightening around my fingers as he did, giving me the
space to straddle Justin's powerful thighs and line my cock up along his.

As always, I savored the throb and the heat of my firstborn's cock against
mine, and the low growl he let out told me Justin was loving it too. Loving
it, and remembering all the times we'd done it over the years. I used my
free hand to keep my cockshaft aligned with Justin's, sliding carefully
forward until the blunt tip aligned with Alex's opening, pressing against
the underside of my placeholding fingers. Alex looked up at me, and beneath
him, Justin looked past his shoulder up at me too. Brown eyes and blue,
deep and assenting, so powerful it sent a shiver all through me. Then Alex
slowly nodded, Justin mirroring him, and I pushed my cock more firmly
against my fingers and I slowly began to ease them out of Alex.

Of course it wasn't easy. Alex's handsome face creased with stress, even
with Justin steadily strumming his nips, nuzzling that sensitive spot on
the side of his neck and murmuring softly in his ear. I watched as he bit
his lip, eyes squeezed tightly closed, a low, uncomfortable whimper
squeezing from him, as the head of my cock start to press inside of
him. That made me pause, but Alex grabbed my forearm in a steely grip,
opening his eyes to shake his head.

"Keep going, Dad," he groaned. "I can take it. You'll see. I want to. Trust
me. Just please, keep going."

I just nodded, watching his face carefully, and slowly pressed on.

I was too busy watching his stressed face, and the concerned look on
Justin's, to look down at the slow progress my cock was making. So we were
all surprised when all of a sudden, the head of it pushed fully inside of
him, nosing up along the underside of Justin's glans, the strong ring of
his muscle clamping around the underside of my cockhead.

"Holy shit," I grunted, as Justin gasped and Alex let out another long, low
moan.

"Keep going," he half-whispered, both hands clutching the mass of my
biceps, his forehead beaded with sweat now. I looked at Justin, and he
nodded back at me. He didn't need to tell me to be careful – we were
both deeply invested in Alex's pleasure, and his safety.

"That time in San Diego," Justin said in his low voice as I pressed on,
feeling him push further up inside Alex, guiding me in with him. "The dude
wasn't nearly as big as us. He was perfect for this. I went in first, and
he followed along behind me. Just like you're doing, Dad."

"Fuck, it hurt so bad," Alex grunted. "Didn't think I could do it. I'd
tried to practice on my own. Dildos, fingers, just like J did to me in Hong
Kong later, after that. With him, that worked. That's how I know I can do
this now."

He opened his eyes to look directly into mine.

"It hurt so bad, that first time," he said. "But after awhile... it felt so
good. Like losing your cherry all over again. Incredible connection."

"And that was just with some random dude," Justin said. "This, with
us... the three of us... family..."

"Oh fuck yes," Alex said, smiling for the first time, and Justin pushed in
a little further, me following along right behind him.

`Tight' doesn't even begin to describe it. That Fleshjack with my boy was
tight. This was something wholly different, because for all the strain and
effort and discomfort, Alex could open up even more for us. It wasn't just
the tightness, and the heat – it was the throb of my son's cock pressed
so tightly against mine. Almost like we'd become one, filling our boy with
our conjoined cock. And slowly, with much kissing, and murmuring, and
soothing, and cooperating, we worked our way up into him together, until we
were almost fully inside of him together, and Alex had no more to give.

"Jesus Christ," I thought to myself. "You're double-fucking him. You and
your boy. Together inside another man." I could barely believe this was all
happening.

"Oh Jesus fuck," Alex moaned, feeling the powerful twinned throb of our
father-son cocks embedded inside of him together. "My family..."

"Our family, baby boy," I murmured, leaning in to kiss him softly.

"Together, little brother," Justin murmured as he nuzzled his
ear. "Completely. So damn proud of you."

"We love you so much, son," I said, and Alex craned his sweaty head up to
kiss me as Justin wrapped his forearms around him and squeezed him gently.

We continued to let Alex set the pace. I was certain we wouldn't be able to
really fuck him, but then, that wasn't really what this was about. This was
about being inside of him, together, bonding with him in a whole new
way. As we felt his body ease a little more, as his discomfort turned
slowly into pleasure, we continued to engage with him, kissing, touching,
whispering. The dialogue flowing between me and Justin seemed especially
important to it all.

"We're inside of him now, son," I murmured to Justin, watching his big
smile, his eyes bright as he nodded.

"So tight... so warm... our little man," he murmured back. "Wrapped all
around us."

"His family men's cocks deep inside of him, together."

"Where they belong, Dad... where he belongs..."

"With us... With his family..."

"Oh god damn I love you guys," Alex moaned, and I felt the throb of his
hardon against the sweaty muscles of my stomach, revived after he'd
softened during the long, slow process of insertion. That's when I finally
knew how right all of this was. It was a powerful moment of realization
– that the three of us really did belong together. We'd truly become
family.

Justin's hand rubbed its way down the hard flex of Alex's abs, through the
tangle of dark fur, and found the hard, proud curve of his cock. I saw his
smile grow over Alex's shoulder as he looked up at me.

"Damn, baby bro, you like having your family men inside of you together,
huh?" he said, all low and husky and warm.

"Uh-huh," Alex moaned, nodding, his forehead still creased with the effort
of accommodating us both, but his eyes were squeezed closed with pleasure
now, matched by the smile on his face.

"Fuck me, Dad," he murmured, opening his eyes to look up into mine. Then he
craned his head back against Justin's big shoulder a little more to murmur
to him. "Fuck me, big bro. Make me your boy."

With that, we did. It was really more like frotting, me and Justin
thrusting our big cocks together, against each other inside of him. Fucking
each other's cocks as much as we were fucking Alex. But goddamn, it was the
most intense thing I'd ever experienced, just as intense as the first time
I'd breached my boy's hole, the first time we'd traded tongues like men do,
the first time we'd made each other cum. For all the adventures the three
of us had explored together yesterday and this morning, in a big way, this
really felt like a whole new first time with Alex. With our boy. With the
newest member of our deeply bonded man-family.

I watched my boys' faces. The smile of pleasure on Justin's handsome face
that I knew so well from so many times together as we ground our father-son
cocks against each other inside the intense, tight heat of Alex's hole. The
steadily growing look of bliss on Alex's face as we filled him to capacity
and beyond. I leaned in and kissed his lips, trading tongues slow and sweet
with him as he whimpered into my mouth. Then Justin leaned up over his
buddy-brother's shoulder to take his turn with me.

"This is so right, Dad," he murmured to me between slow, deep
tongue-dances. "So perfect."

"It is, son," I murmured back, feeding him another long, slow wet dose of
dad tongue as Alex gently writhed between us, his cock trying to dig a
furrow in the sweaty muscles of my stomach. "So perfect."

Alex licked up the sweat trail on the side of my neck, and I returned my
attentions to him, loving his grunts and moans as we deep-kissed, boyish
and manly at the same time. I knew there was no way this could last very
long, but this was already an all-time sexual high. The slow rock of our
hips, the sweat on our skin rubbing off on each other, the steady throb and
tingle of my cock against my firstborn's, the slow, rhythmic squeeze of
Alex's stretched ass muscle around us both, working us deeply inside of
him.

"We gonna breed our boy together, Justy?" I panted.

"Yeah Dad," Justin grunted. "Knock him up with our McGowan man cum."

"Get another generation growing, huh boys?" I said with a grin and a deeper
thrust. Alex groaned long and low and deep at that.

"You guys... you fucking guys..." he moaned. "Knock me up, you fucking
studs."

"Won't know which one of us is your baby daddy, little buddy," I panted,
getting more into it. "Just have to raise him up together."

"Oh fuck that's hot," he grunted.

"Unless he's got red hair," Justin added, with a big grin, and Alex
chuckled along with me.

"Do it, guys," he moaned, writhing harder between us, his big cock leaking
sticky man fluid between us as I ground my stomach up against it. "Breed
me."

I looked down at Justin, our gazes connecting on that deep level we got
when we were fucking, and we nodded to each other. One slow, affirmative
nod, as we rocked our hips and ground as deeply together inside Alex as we
could. I felt my balls start to churn in earnest, that earlier orgasm I'd
held back on earlier returning with twice the force and intensity. I could
see Justin's face start to shift, his mouth hanging open now, that telltale
frown creasing his forehead as his gaze on mine intensified.

"Gonna fucking cum, Dad," he panted. "Cum in my little brother. Our baby
boy."

"Do it, son," I panted back. "Make cum for me, buddy. Make him all slick
inside for my Daddy load."

"Fuuuuck," Alex whimpered, as we felt Justin thrust with a little more
determination, setting the pace for me to match. He was tightening himself
around us even more intently now, milking the cum up out of our big balls,
up the thick, thrusting shafts of our twinned father-son cocks.

"Jesus fuck, I'm gonna cum," Justin said, his voice full of that edge he
always got, his eyes starting to get wide and a little spacey.

He reached up to grab my bicep with one hand, his thick fingers digging
into the flex of my muscle, then he gaped and gasped and grunted. I felt
his cock freeze in place, throb hard, and then he let out a long, low moan
as his thick, hot midshipman's cum started to pump out. Jet after jet of
it, because my boy had always been a prodigious cummer, but this was a
whole new level for us both. Our eyes locked hard, and I felt my balls
ready to fire off too.

"Big brother's cumming in you, little man," I grunted to Alex. "Now your
Daddy's gonna seed you too."

"Do it, Daddy," he said, his voice all deep and husky and manly, and that
was all I needed to start firing.

Fuck. Felt like my balls were turning themselves inside out, my cockshaft
throbbing hard alongside Justin's still-twitching, squirting piece, his hot
fresh young cum bathing mine as I added mine to the mix, a hot flood of
thick paternal cum literally flooding Alex's insides. So much cum, I could
feel it spurting back out of him, soaking into the thick, sweaty hair of my
bush. I could feel my ass flexing hard and deep, the thick muscle of it
locked up tight as I pumped out the last of nearly ten thick shots.

Just as I thought it was over, Alex started getting that look too.

"We love you, son," I grunted, shaking a little with the intensity of my
orgasm, but knowing what Alex needed to send him sailing across the line
with us. "You're a McGowan man through and through. One of us."

"One of our family, brother," Justin added, kissing the side of the kid's
neck, and with that, Alex whimpered, his hole squeezing tighter around us,
and then I felt the hot, pumping jets of his cum, squirting up my stomach,
between my pecs, shots of it hitting the underside of my chin with the kind
of force and intensity young men do best. He gasped and moaned as his hands
joined Justin's squeezing the big mass of my upper arms, and the three of
us shook and moaned through our orgasm together.

"Just... stay inside me a minute, guys," Alex grunted as we came down, and
we all experienced the intense connection of our combined post-orgasm.

Even with the powerful, all-time-high load I'd shot, my cock was still
thick and engorged inside him, Justin's just as steely against mine, both
of them bathed in our, hot, thick mixed seed. I started to slowly edge my
cock back and out, watching Alex's face carefully. Justin nodded at me. He
was the one with experience doing this, and even with everything going on,
I felt that sense of deep pride and respect for the man my son had become
since that first time we'd traded tongues when he was a teenager. I looked
down at the almost obscenely stretched ring of Alex's ass muscle as my
glossy cock eased out of him, marveling that he'd managed to take us both
like he had. If he weren't a sailor, I'd say he took us like a fucking
trooper.

When I finally pulled free, a flow of our cum came with me, and I watched
Alex's ring briefly gape open, then tighten slowly back up around Justin's
cock.

"Fucking incredible," I murmured, my fingers drawn to the puffy ring of
muscle, stroking gently and carefully over the cum-slicked stretch of it as
Alex whimpered softly. I ran those fingers along the cummy length of my
cock, collecting the combined father-son cum from it, and as Alex gazed up
at me almost worshipfully, I rubbed it tenderly over his lips. He opened
his mouth and drew my fingers inside, nursing on them as his tongue lapped
up the creaminess, letting out a low, satisfied murmur from deep in his
chest.

I shifted off them and to the side, watching as Justin disengaged from his
buddy-brother with just as much care as I had. As his cock pulled free,
still big and steely and glossed with our load, I leaned in to lap gently
at Alex's hole and the extracting length of my son's cock, cleaning it of
our seed, storing it in my mouth for when Justin leaned up to me to share
it. We kissed, slow and deep, the smacking of our lips and tongues lewd in
the quiet of my bedroom as Alex's hands stroked over our bodies, trading
our cum and spit back and forth before we leaned in close to Alex and
pulled him into our deep, cummy shared kiss.

"I love you guys," he said with a deep, satisfied smile after that, his
arms around us, rubbing the sweaty muscles of our backs.

"We love you too, son," I said, Justin nodding in agreement as we drew in
together for a deep, strong family hug.

One of the things I loved about my apartment was the big, double-headed
shower in the master bath. We turned it into a steam room as we carefully,
slowly, tenderly washed each other clean, and when Justin crouched down
behind Alex, parted the hard, glorious globes of his ass, and buried his
face in it, I felt my cock throb right back into life. Alex moaned and
smiled, his eyes fluttering as Justin loudly, wetly, lewdly ate him out,
sucking our cum from his tender, hard-worked hole. I held the kid in my
arms as he reached down between us to fondle the rehardening thickness of
my father cock.

"Damn, you're one hell of a stud, Dad," he said. "Now I know where Justy
gets it from."

"It's in you too, son," I said. "You're an incredible lover, buddy. An
incredible son. I'm proud as hell to call you mine."

He almost looked like he wanted to cry at that, but happy tears. I wrapped
my arms around him and we kissed, slow and deep and tender, as Justin
finally slid his spectacular body up behind his brother's, his cum-flecked
lips smiling as he watched us bond, before we brought him into our deep,
loving family kiss.

"You know, we never got around to eating that breakfast," Justin said as we
got dressed afterwards, me admiring the sight of my two handsome, muscular
sons sliding back into their uniforms. I remembered the routine well, the
pride you took in getting yourself squared-away and looking
impeccable. When they set their caps back on their heads, gave each other a
quick, approving nod, then turned to me with dazzling smiles, I was a total
goner.

"Yeah," Alex added. "And with respect, sir, I am hungry as fuck."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. Hell, I was starving myself. The three
of us had put in a solid morning of men's work. It still wasn't even noon,
but we'd certainly earned a solid lunch. The boys were so hungry, they
pulled the long-cold breakfast sandwiches they'd brought from the
grease-stained paper bag, microwaved them and quickly demolished them,
while I made us all fresh coffee and hailed an Uber on my phone.

I took them to my favorite dim sum place down in Chinatown, and between the
three of us, we polished off a large table's worth of Chinese food, the
boys talking animatedly while I watched them, enjoying their company and
the deep warmth of their bond. Alex seemed barely any the worse for wear
after his intense morning with us, beyond wincing a little when he sat
down, but he was young, fit and strong. I knew he could bounce back. He'd
been challenged, tested, and had come through with flying colors. Even if
he hadn't been born one, he was a McGowan man if ever there was one.

"So, we still got the whole afternoon," Justin said. "Any ideas on what we
could do?"

"I'm game for anything," Alex said. "But if you guys don't mind, my ass is
off-limits for a little while."

We all chuckled at that as I pulled Uber back up on my phone.

"Tell you what – you guys find us some coffee, and I'll meet you back
here in 15 or so?" Justin said.

Me and Alex looked at each other, shrugged and nodded, as Justin pulled out
his phone, swiped at it a few times, then marched off up the block towards
Canal Street.

"I know we're back out in the real world and all, sir," Alex said to me as
we waited for the barista to fill our order a few minutes later. "But these
past couple days with you guys... everything we've said, and done... it
really means a lot to me. You guys mean a lot to me."

I fixed him with a long, appraising look, seeing the sincerity in the way
he looked at me. Like a son does to a father he loves and respects. The way
Justin had always done with me.

"And I meant everything I've said to you, son," I said, loving the smile
that grew on his face. "I know Justin does too. We're not the kind to say
things we don't really mean. I can tell you are too. That makes you one of
our family as much as anything else. I'm proud as hell to have you, and
know you, son."

"Thanks... Dad," he said softly, and I reached up and gave the hard muscle
of his upper arm a long, firm, but gentle squeeze. If we weren't out in
public, I'd have swept the handsome young officer into my arms and kissed
him, long and deep.

Justin was rounding the corner just as we got back to our meeting spot,
looking handsome as hell in the crispness of his uniform on the bright,
sunny day. I watched Alex out of the corner of my eye, and the look on the
handsome young sailor's face as he watched Justin approach was pure,
unfiltered love. The look on Justin's face was much the same, directed at
us both.

"So, Alex is a California kid, and he's never seen Central Park," he
said. "How about we show him, Dad?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, son," I grinned, and summoned the Uber.

An hour later, we were wandering through a green, cool, shady patch by one
of the lakes. It was the perfect day for it, and the two handsome sailors
in their crisp white uniforms were the perfect company, attracting smiles
and long looks from most of the people we passed. Even jaded New Yorkers
weren't immune to the charms of two good-looking young men in uniform, and
I felt that deep pride knowing that they were here with me.

We got to the little lake, watching people on paddleboats, the three of us
leaning on the stone railing overlooking the water.

"Damn, guys," Alex said after a long, quiet moment, a wistful smile on his
face. "This has been amazing. I'm glad we got to spend this time together."

"It's been a wonderful time, men," I said, taking the chance to slip my arm
around his shoulders for a brief, but meaningful squeeze. Justin smiled at
us.

"It's been perfect, little brother," he said, slipping his arm around
Alex's trim waist for a brief squeeze of his own, and the smile Alex gave
him was pure sunshine. "Hopefully just the first of a lot of perfect times
together."

"Damn, I sure hope so too," Alex said, and I could tell they both wanted to
kiss. Hell, I wanted to wrap the pair of them up in my arms and join them
in it.

"Been perfect since the start, brother," Justin said quietly, looking at
him. "Since the Academy. You remember those days?"

Alex tipped his handsome head back and laughed, clear and deep.

"They're pretty unforgettable, brother," he said.

"And getting better all the time, little bro," Justin said, and all of a
sudden, I felt a weird prickle on the back of my neck.  Justin's mystery
errand down in Chinatown. The sudden vibe in the air between them. "Just
imagine how much better they could be, Alex."

My boy turned to face his buddy-brother, that smile on his face, reached
into his pocket, and dropped to one knee. "Shit, no way," I thought to
myself, but it was already happening.

"I love you, bro," my son said. "Have since the start, and even more
now. More by the day. I love what we have, and what we're becoming... what
we could be."

All of a sudden, my confident, cocksure stud of a son looked a little
unsure of himself. But it passed quickly as he swallowed hard and pressed
on. Alex hadn't said a word. I guess he was as stunned as I was. He had
this look of open-mouthed surprise that was a lot like the one on his face
this morning, when he'd had both of us inside of him together.

"Will you be my little brother... my family, Alex?" he said, taking Alex's
hand, an edge of nerves under the hopefulness in his deep, manly young
voice, and there it was, the reason for his mystery errand earlier – a
ring. Just a simple band, the kind of thing you'd pick up in a jeweler's
near Chinatown on very short notice. But I guess it's not about the ring
itself - it's what it means, right?

"Dude... Justy... for real?" Alex said huskily. Justin nodded. I stepped
back to give them a little space, and to watch quietly. Of all the
powerful, intense moments over the last couple of days, this was on a whole
different level.

"Yes," Alex practically whispered, before speaking louder. "Yes, big
brother... god, fuck yes."

Justin grinned bigger than I'd ever seen him do before, standing quickly to
sweep his buddy-brother into his big young arms, and laid one hell of a
deep kiss on him.  Damn, but my heart was huge for them, as I watched my
handsome young sailor sons kiss, deep and powerful and true.

Finally, they parted, both of them blushing, looking deep in each other's
eyes, before Justin turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry Dad, I should've said something sooner," he said, looking
genuinely apologetic. "But after yesterday, and this morning, I
just... he's just right. For both of us. I just knew."

I was already nodding, feeling that deep, resonant tingle in my gut I'd
been feeling ever since Alex had dropped those quiet hints at lunch
yesterday. Jesus, this was all so sudden – but my boy had nailed
it. This was just... right.

I wrapped my arms around my two handsome young midshipmen, my boys, and
drew them in tight to me, feeling their strong forearms slip round my waist
on either side. Even though they were just about as tall as me, two big,
strong, accomplished young men in their own right, in the moment, they were
simply my boys, and there was nothing greater than that. Nothing greater
than the satisfaction of being a family of men, together.

* * *

Six months later, after a whirlwind of a wedding at the Naval Academy –
and nothing really bought home how much times had changed since my days in
the service than watching my son marry his best buddy right there in the
chapel - the three of us were soaking up Hawaii. They'd insisted I come on
the honeymoon with them, because for them, the wedding wasn't just to each
other – it was part of making Alex formally part of our family. No
longer Alex Pereira, but Alex McGowan for real now. They wanted their
honeymoon to be a true celebration of our new bond, but I'd begged off the
first few days of it, at least, to give them time to be brother-husbands
together.

I was glad I'd come, though. I'd gotten them a damn good suite to enjoy the
start of their marriage together, with plenty of space for the three of us
to relax and play, like we were now, Alex's deeply tanned, muscled chest
aglow with sweat as he slowly fucked himself on the thickness of my cock,
Justin's eager tongue lapping at my paternal hardness and all around the
tight ring of Alex's hole as I thrust up into it.

"Next step is kids, Dad," Alex panted, and I felt the perverse tingle run
all through me in spite of myself, at the idea of my boys breeding
together. The handsome children they'd no doubt produce. If only it were
biologically possible for them to do it with each other...

"Boys, for sure," Justin said, coming up from beneath us, his handsome face
sweaty and shiny with his spit as he wrapped himself around his
brother-husband and kissed his neck. "We wanna be dads like you."

"Oh yeah?" I panted, savoring Alex's hands squeezing my pecs as his tight,
talented hole squeezed around the thickness of my cock. I ran my hands up
and down the hard, bulging muscles of his stellar young thighs. "This kind
of thing ain't exactly in the parenting books, boys."

"Hell, we'll see about all of that," Justin grinned, reaching around Alex
to stroke his cock, making him flow even more precum out of it. "I have a
hunch this is in the genes, Dad. The way it was for me."

"Ah hell, me too," Alex moaned, riding me faster. "And if our boys want to
be with us this way, we'd be fuckin' hypocrites to deny them, right Dad?"

"I guess you'll just have to go with your gut, men," I grinned back,
pulling Alex down on me to kiss him, as Justin lined his big, eager son
cock up to my hole and pushed inside of me, and the three of us became
one. The McGowan men, together as family, in every way.

-- The End --