Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2017 19:36:49 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Father's Day Tales: Something From Both Of Us, Part 2

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*****

They really were a stunning pair, the picture of youthful masculine
perfection, and along with the intense thrum of lust in my loins, I felt a
deep sense of paternal pride in my boys. "I made these," I thought to
myself, unable to stop from grinning as my hands roved over the smooth
flesh stretched taut over their flexing muscles as they presented
themselves to me. They truly were a gift. The perfect gift.

"Check out my bis, Dad," Brady said with boyish eagerness, flexing his arms
up hard, making the muscles bulge beautifully. "They're getting real big
now, huh?"

I chuckled at Brady's enthusiastic showing off to me, running my hands over
the squared plates of his pecs, my palms rubbing slowly over his stiff
young nips, grinning at the way he moaned and quivered as I teased over
them.

"They sure are, you little stud," I grinned. "Nice fucking work, buddy."

Brady beamed with pleasure and pride at my approval, letting out a happy
little moan as I leaned in and pressed a slow, moist kiss to each
hard-flexed muscle. He was on track to be as big as his brother, with all
those hours spent on conditioning for sports, and the two of them working
out together on the weights setup I'd put in the garage for the three of us
to use when they hit their teens. All those long evenings the two of them
spent out there working out together – I'd stored up a lifetime's worth
of spank-bank imagery just from lifting with them, and then imagining what
they might be doing out there once I left them alone together. Now I had an
even stronger hunch that they'd been helping each other work out in ways
I'd only dared to imagine.

"Ain't he fuckin' beautiful, Dad?" Callum said beside me with a lusty
huskiness, his hands joining mine as we felt the kid up together.

"He sure is, bud," I said. "And so are you." He smiled even bigger at that,
and then I leaned in to kiss him some more, one hand exploring him while
the other continued to move over my youngest's perfect form. I felt Brady's
lips at my neck, and the steely hardness of two handsome, raging hard young
cocks pressing against my thighs. I stroked a hand over each pair of
perfectly formed asses, savoring the way they flexed up their glutes for me
to stroke and squeeze as we took turns swapping tongues.

"Jeez Dad," Brady almost whimpered.

"You're beautiful, boys," I murmured to them. "C'mon... let's do this."

I gave their asses a gentle push in the direction of Cal's bed, and I was
sure grateful that we'd gotten him the queen size a few years back,
especially now, seeing them sprawl out on it, gloriously hard and naked and
eager and ready to play. I stepped up to the bedside, getting ready to
climb aboard with them, but Cal's hand on my thigh stopped me.

"Let us taste you first, big guy," he said, Brady eagerly nodding as he
wriggled in closer to his brother in front of my towering paternal
hardon. I opened my mouth to say something, but Cal took my cock in hand
and all I managed was a grunt that tapered into a deep moan as he leaned in
and ran his wet tongue up the length of my shaft, from the hair crowning my
balls all the way up to the tip. He made a contented murmur, a smile
playing around the edges of his mouth as he spitshined my seven inches with
his eager tongue.

Brady watched on avidly, unconsciously licking his lips slowly as he
watched his big bro treat me right. When Cal turned to him and offered him
my cock with an encouraging nod, the kid's handsome face lit up with pure
delight, and he practically lunged for my piece as it throbbed in Cal's
hand. I was worried that Brady's eagerness might translate into clumsiness,
but no – he treated me as lovingly and lavishly as his big brother did,
and again I realized that they must have been doing a hell of a lot of
practicing on each other. That made me throb even harder as Cal transferred
my shaft to Brady's hand, and I watched transfixed as my youngest's eyes
drifted closed in contentment as he worshipped the cock that had created
him with his agile young tongue. Then Cal leaned in close beside him, and I
growled lustily as the two of them teamed up, slowly lapping the length and
girth and tip of my precum-flowing father cock in tandem.

"You boys," I moaned, tangling my fingers in their short, dark hair,
encouraging them on. "Fuck I love you."

They looked up at me, two sets of perfect blue eyes crinkling with
smiles. Two perfect sons. All for me, completely, like I'd been furtively,
pervertedly dreaming of for some time now.

"We love you too, Dad," Cal said, his voice all deep and manly, reaching up
to take my hand and tug me up on the bed. Brady took his lead and reached
for the other, leaving my cock bobbing red-tipped and glossy in the air,
ready for so much more. I climbed up between them and pulled them into my
arms for another symphony of deep, incestuous kissing, tongues and spit and
precum flowing between us as our bodies melded together, cocks throbbing
against close-pressed family flesh.

"Take Brady first," Cal murmured against my ear, and the two of us gently
pressed my youngest back onto the covers, the beautiful kid sprawling out
with his cock pointing up at that sharp, fully engorged angle that's one of
the greatest things about being a teenager.

Brady smiled dazzlingly at me as I crawled slowly up the length of him,
leaning in to run my tongue up the long, tight, solid muscles of his
thighs. Cal's hand rubbed my back encouragingly as I took it deep,
exploring Brady's beautiful, muscular thighs, shaped and honed from years
of wrestling and baseball and soccer. The kind of perfect youth the ancient
Greeks and Romans would have turned into marble sculpture, a living work of
art.

He tasted of sweat and manmusk, and quivered lightly all over as I traced
his perfection with my tongue, taking my time despite the roaring tides of
manly, paternal lust surging deep in my loins. Just when he thought I'd
take his perfect cock in hand and turn my tongue to it, I licked my way
past it, up his core, over the fine dark hairs of his fresh treasure trail,
up to his stiff young tits, where I lavished the rubbery-firm nubs with my
tongue and lips, making him moan even deeper and clutch the back of my head
as he squirmed on the covers.

Cal wasn't just sitting idly by. I felt his palms and fingers, and then his
lips and tongue working their way over my crouched form
worshipfully. Kisses and licks, deep inhalations, murmurs of pleasure, his
breath moist on my naked skin as he worked over my flesh. My eldest was a
real lover, and I felt that head-spinning mix of paternal pride and
masculine lust for him even more deeply. Tried to remember how good I'd
been at his age – pretty good, from what I remembered, but then I didn't
have ready access to all the porn kids did nowadays. Or a brother to
practice on in the bedroom right next door, like these two had.

I ran my tongue up from Brady's nip to his underarm, and the ready way he
tucked his hands behind his head, baring his pits to me and flexing up
those biceps he was so proud of, had me chuckling deep in my throat. He was
clean, fresh-showered, no deodorant, just the traces of his sweat and musk,
as I buried my face in the humid warmth of his underarm and feasted on
him. He giggled, squirmed, then shivered and moaned as I went deep. I
didn't get to do this very much anymore, feasting on a willing dude like
this, and I took full advantage of my kid's willingly offered body.

The dark hair in his pits was thoroughly matted down with spit and sweat
when I slid up to feed him my tongue, which he eagerly accepted, suckling
on it and trying to swallow it as he lashed his own against it. I could
feel him flexing his quad up against the aching hardness of my cock as I
humped slowly against it while we made out, and behind me, Cal's talented
hands and lips on my thick glutes as they flexed and shifted. Then I felt
his muscular body slide up against mine as he joined me on his little
brother's other side, watching us tongue-duel, encouraging us with the
stroke of his hands on our bodies.

"You two look so great together, Dad," he murmured, kissing my
shoulder. "It's all Brades has talked about since we started messing
around."

"Yeah, buddy?" I said to Brady, who blushed, but grinned and nodded slowly
too. "And how long's that been, kiddo?"

Brady blushed harder, looking to Cal for permission. My eldest just nodded,
then turned to watch my reaction.

"Since I was 14, Dad," Brady said in a quiet voice, and I couldn't stifle
the lusty growl as the pervert in me hooted his approval. I kissed my kid
deep, thick lashes of my tongue filling his mouth as he whimpered and
kissed me back just as avidly, my head spinning with all the implications,
and the regrets at all I'd been missing out on these past few years.

"And what about to you, big man?" I said to Cal when we came up for air,
using my old nickname for him, seeing the flush of pleasure it brought to
his handsome college-kid face. "How long for you?"

"Way earlier, Dad," he said, with that same deep blush and lusty
smile. "Since before I could even cum, I've been dreaming about
this... about you..."

I didn't need to hear anything else. Whatever else he might have had to say
was swallowed by my mouth on his, our tongues wrestling as I wrapped my
right arm round him and pulled him closer to me to really feed it to him. I
was no kid-fucker – I might have been a pervert, but not that kind of
pervert – but if my boys had come to me that young, hell, I probably
could've been convinced. Anything for my guys. I took my responsibilities
as a parent very seriously, no matter what shape they took. But that didn't
matter now. We were all here in the moment, naked and hard and deeply
entwined in our incestuous lust, and now it was Cal's turn to get the
treatment he'd wanted so long.

My boys fell into a scorching, tongue-heavy kiss as I worshipped my way
over my eldest's superfine college-sophomore bod like I'd done to his
little brother, savoring the slightly bigger pump and flex of his muscles,
the thicker coating of manly dark fur on his legs and stomach and starting
to come in between his solid pecs, the way it had done for me in my late
teens. In a lot of ways, they both looked very much like me, only at least
10% better than I had, if I had to put a number to it. I guess that was
their mother's contribution to their fineness, and despite the pervy
wrongness of what the three of us were doing, I felt intense gratitude to
her for helping me bring these perfect young studs into the world. These
two fine young men were the greatest gift she could ever have given me. No
matter what else happened between us guys today, I was going to give her
the fuck of the century, just the way she loved best, the next time we got
into our bed.

Somehow, thinking about my wife and the way I was going to make her cum
just ramped up the intensity of what me and my boys were doing, added fuel
to the lusty fire inside of me. By the time I finished licking my way up
the exquisite length of Cal's body and into his eager mouth, the three of
us were glowing with spit and sweat and lust for one another, and the kiss
we shared was intense with everything humming between
us. Lust. Love. Pride. Family.

The boys moved in unison, rolling over onto their fronts and presenting
their perfect young asses to me, four mounds of creamy-fleshed muscle,
dusted with dark fur and flexing even more beautifully than all those
hot-assed jockboys I loved checking out on Tumblr and in the college-boy
porn I watched in secret. Perfect not just in their physicality, but
because they were my boys, my pride and joy, and now my lust too.

I caressed their perfect globes with hands and lips, smelling Cal's
bodywash on their skin and the richness of their youthful manly scents –
similar, but distinct too. When Brady arched his back and hunched his
amazing teen ass back at me, a pure physical response to my attentions, I
growled and buried my stubbled face between those sculpted young athlete's
cheeks, my face planted in his sweat-damp depths as he moaned and pushed
back even harder. God, but his hole was sweet. Not sugar-sweet – it was
salty and a little musky, clean but natural too, tight and moist and just
the best thing I'd ever had. I'd had a decent amount of dude ass in
college, but nothing compared to this. It was a whole other level, and I
showed my boy my appreciation for what he was offering so willingly by
probing up inside of him with my spit-soaked tongue.

"Yeah, ain't he sweet, Dad?" Cal murmured huskily at my ear.

"Fuck," I growled, coming up to look at him, loving the way he grinned at
my lusty expression. "You been treating this sweet young ass right, big
man?"

"I like to think so," he said, puffing up his chest with pride. "Best ass I
ever had. Better than pussy. Better than anything."

I leaned in and we kissed hungrily, sharing his little bro's deepest taste

"I wish he was cherry for you, Dad," he said, blushing a little when we
parted. "Wanted him to be... but we didn't know about you then... and he
wanted it so bad..."

"It's OK, bud," I said, leaning back in to place a soft kiss on that
perfect young pucker. "So long as you treated him right. You couldn't have
known. You gave him what he needed, like a good big brother should."

"I can make him cum hands-free when I fuck him, Dad," Cal said with a
naughty, conspiratorial grin and a tone of deep pride in his voice.

"Attaboy," I grinned back, and kissed him again, thinking of all the
fantasy movies that played in the back of my mind, of my eldest fucking my
youngest long and slow and deep. I wanted to hear much more about all that,
but for now, there was more pressing business to attend to.

"Why don't you show me, big man?" I said, nuzzling my lips against his as I
rubbed my thumb over Brady's tight, spit-wet pucker, making him moan and
shiver and press against it. "Show your Dad how you fuck your baby brother
right, stud."

"Can I, Brades?" Cal said, looking to his brother, and I was oddly touched
by the respect in his voice, the way he looked at him. Brady smiled at him
and nodded.

"You gonna get me ready for Dad's cock, bro?" he said, and I couldn't help
but growl and belch precum from my superhard father cock at that. These
fucking boys. Literally, my fucking boys. God damn, I must be the luckiest
Dad in the world. The two of them looked back at me and grinned at my
reaction.

"Yeah, little brother," Cal said, leaning in to kiss each perfect glute,
then slowly up his spine to the back of his neck, nuzzling into the hair at
the base of his skull as he draped himself over the kid. Another show of
the lover he'd become. He reached across to take hold of my cock, sending
it dangerously close to redline for a brief instant, giving it a slow
stroke that birthed another thick bubble of precum at my tip. A worshipful
stroke, respectful, feeling the solid heft of the cock that had created him
and his little brother. The two of them looked at it, Cal's firm warm hand
sliding slowly up and down, teasing it to even greater hardness.

"He's big, little bro," Cal murmured to his brother. "Real big. Gotta warm
you up a little first. So it feels good for you, Brades."

I slid back a little to watch their bodies fit together, like two pieces of
a puzzle. Made for each other. Made for this.

"We're going to fuck, like we've been doing for awhile now," Cal went on,
fixing his gaze on his adoring kid bro. "Fuck for Dad. Show him how tight
we are with each other, bro. Then Dad's gonna fuck you. And then, hopefully
he's gonna fuck me too."

They looked at me again, as if for permission, or confirmation, I don't
know what. I could have cum right there and then, and I probably would if
Cal kept up his slow, expert, teasing priming of my cock.

"That sound good to you, Dad?" Cal said, sliding his hand up and down
Brady's flank, shifting so his big, beautiful college bro cock slotted
perfectly in the cleft of his little brother's pornworthy, muscle-rounded
ass.

"That sounds perfect, boys," I managed to say, my voice husky and full of
lust and tension. "Show me."

-- To be continued... --