Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 02:38:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Doubling Up, Doubling Down

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Me and Trent had been talking about it since lunchtime - well, we'd all
been talking about it for longer than that, but today in particular, me and
my brother were especially fired up about the idea. So fired up, we'd spent
most of the afternoon naked, teasing each other's bodies, making each other
throb and drip with increasingly lurid dirty talk, in between searing,
dripping kisses. Around four, we couldn't stand it anymore, and had ground
our sticky, flowing cocks together until we'd shot off, hard, all over each
other. Needed to take the edge off, so we'd be ready. Even more ready.

"Hey, he's home," I said, peeking through the blinds as his SUV pulled into
the driveway. Trent and I waited by the interior door to the garage, and
when he came through it, briefcase in hand, his tie loosened, his
tired-looking face broke into a surprised, pleased grin when he saw us,
naked and hard all over again, big smiles on our faces.

"Well this is a nice surprise," Dad said, taking in the sight of his big,
athletic college-boy sons as we came at him from either side, leaning up to
kiss him in turn, our hands roaming over his big, firm body, unknotting his
tie, slipping his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, fumbling with his
belt. Dad dropped his briefcase on the floor, slid his big arms around us,
trading tongues with us with increasing sloppiness as we got him naked. He
was super hard in his boxer briefs, as hard as us, as we ran our hands over
it, squeezing the big, powerful mounds of his ass in back at the same time.

"Damn, you boys feel hungry," he chuckled throatily between tongue-dipping
kisses with the two of us. Trent and I leaned in to make out noisily in
front of him, something he always loved to see, as we swapped our spit and
traded his back and forth, making one big, warm mess of it, coming up to
share that with him as his hands found our muscled college-boy butts. I
could feel him trying to slow us down, draw it out, but we had plans for
him - big plans.

"So what's gotten into you two?" he murmured, and we shushed him together
as we guided him upstairs, into the master bedroom, yanking his tented
underwear down his hairy legs, making him as naked and stiff-cocked as
us. Trent pressed up against his back, his big freshman cock sliding up
between the thick, furry mounds of Dad's big ass, making him growl and
writhe a little against my younger brother. I took the front side, pressed
my bigger-muscled frame up against him, cock to cock, pec to pec, mouth to
mouth, helping him overcome whatever resistance he might have been feeling
- which was none, from the feel of him - as I walked us all back to the
bed.

"You trust us, Dad?" I murmured against his lips, loving his warm,
deep-throated chuckle.

"What kind of question is that, Scotty?" he grinned, plunging his big wet
tongue back into my throat. He grunted with surprise as I pushed back even
more, Trent's arms wrapped around him from behind, working with me to pull
him backwards, down on top of him. Dad craned his head back and managed to
play his tongue into Trent's mouth, as I kneeled down and began to kiss up
the bigness of his inner thighs, nuzzling and licking and kissing my way up
to his balls, his big cock, taking a few minutes to slowly, sloppily suck
on him, wet and deep like he loved best. Trent played with his big, stiff
nips as I did, covering most of his major erogenous zones together, until I
came up off his cock and buried my face in the warm, furry, musky fork of
his thighs. I pressed those big legs back and went to town, getting my face
into him, tongue lapping at the thick-forested valley of his ass, down to
the musky tightness of his ring, licking and probing the tight muscle until
it relaxed and let me inside of him.

"You remember what we've been talking about, Dad?" I heard Trent ask, and a
few moments later, when I pulled my brother's hard teen cock down and
nuzzled the tip of it against Dad's hole, lapping at it where it pressed
against his flesh, I felt Dad stiffen up as he got it. As he remembered the
heated, horny conversations we'd been having lately in bed together, the
three of us in a sweaty, horny pile of family flesh. The dirty, sexy ideas
we had about what else we could do, the three of us together.

"No way," Dad said huskily, tensing up a little more, making me dig in even
more determinedly with my wet, agile tongue. "You guys can't be serious..."

I came up out of his depths, my fingers spreading his wet pucker open as I
pressed Trent's drooling young cocktip against him more firmly. All three
of us grunted as it popped inside, and I watched proudly as my baby bro
sunk the length of his hard, veiny unit up inside our Dad. I ran my tongue
up the shaft as it disappeared inside of him, bringing a moan from him, and
a deeper one from Dad as he filled up with son cock. Well, he wasn't full
yet. Not by a long shot, and I was doing my best not to overstroke my own
big cock in anticipation of what came next.

"You know we love you, Dad," I grinned at him as I slipped up between their
spread thighs, began to rub my cockhead against the remainder of Trent's
slick shaft. We'd stashed the lube under Dad's bed in hopeful anticipation
of making this happen, and I poured a generous flow of it over Trent's
shaft, Dad's stretched ring, then over my own cock, drizzling it like syrup
until my cock gleamed and dripped. "We love this, what we do together, and
we want as much of it as we can."

"All of it, Dad," Trent moaned underneath him, still lazily stroking his
hands over Dad's solid muscled torso, playing with his fur, as he came to
the end of his shaft inside of him. Dad looked back and forth between us,
horny but apprehensive, seeing our grins, the determination on our
faces. He'd brought us up to go after what we wanted in life, and right
now, there was nothing we wanted more than this. The ultimate in family
closeness, in manly bonding. He nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. It was
on.

It took some time, a lot more lube and spit, much more teasing, kissing,
stroking, whispering, turning him on every way we knew how, but eventually
Dad's tight ring succumbed to the press of my cock against it, and with a
wailing moan from him, a deep grunt from me that was echoed by Trent, I
pressed and pushed and popped inside of him. The feeling was
incredible. Dad's eyes about rolled all the way up inside of his head. The
hot throb of my little bro's cock, the incredible tightness of Dad's
super-stretched muscle, the hot tight clutch of him as his insides
stretched to take us, it was mind-blowing. Unforgettable. We'd finally done
it - Dad had taken both his sons inside of him at once, together.

Me and Trent had watched a lot of porn in preparation for this, and we
found a rhythm, taking turns, fucking each other's cocks as much as we were
double-fucking Dad. We took it as easy on him as we could, but it couldn't
last, not this first time, and soon Trent and I were triggering each other
off, shooting our hot, creamy young brother loads up inside the man who'd
made us, flooding his guts, my hand milking Dad's superstiff, super-wet
cock, making him come with us, a triple load together as we moaned and
quaked and shot as one.

"Jesus fuckin' christ," Dad moaned afterwards, as we flopped down either
side of him. "I'm not gonna walk right for a week," he chuckled.

"You're a tough guy, Dad, you'll bounce back," Trent grinned, kissing him,
and then I took my turn. Finally he pulled us both into him, and we found
our way into a three-way kiss, hungry, spit-dripping tongues melding
together, just like his boys' big young dicks had become one inside of
him. Dad's hands found our firm young asses, and he squeezed and stroked
them avidly.

"You know, turnabout's fair play, guys," he grinned. "You little fuckers
better be doing your stretches. You know my philosophy on everything we do
together - everybody's gotta take a turn at it."

"You bet your ass, Dad," I smiled. "Well, we bet our asses, I guess."

"Damn right," he chuckled, kissed us both deeply again. "Only question is,
who's gonna be first to partner up with your old man to crack the other one
open, huh?"

It was a very good question indeed. Trent and I grinned at each other.
Guess we'd have to flip a coin. I knew we'd all win, no matter how it came
out.