Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2017 12:14:19 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Father's Day Tales: Something From Both Of Us, Part 3

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*****

I love to fuck around with another guy, and much as I enjoyed fucking my
beautiful wife and making her come, being with another dude is on a whole
different level. I don't get to do much of it anymore, though, so my
next-favorite thing is watching two hot young men fuck - two young men who
are into each other, and what they're doing, and know how to do it
well. For all the college-boy porn I've watched over the years, and the
occasional fuckbuds I got to watch in real-time action back in my own
college days, that's a rare combination. Something special when you do find
it. Something to be savored in every detail.

Right now, I was savoring the finest display of young man-on-man action I'd
ever seen. Yeah, sure, maybe I was biased, since I'd helped create the two
young men writhing passionately together on the bed. And of course, the
fact that they were real blood brothers just turned up the heat even
higher. But strip all that away, the blood and the bond, the knowledge of
who we all were, what we meant to each other, and what they were doing to
each other meant to all of us, and it was just as stunning. Viewed as
objectively as I could, it was still the most erotic display I'd ever
witnessed.

The details were individually stunning. The half-light filtering through
Cal's window, falling all golden on their bodies as they writhed against
each other on his bed. The way their muscles stretched, flexed and shifted
under their youthful, lightly hair-dusted skin. The deep, shadowed dimples
in Cal's big, muscular young ass, flexing as he humped himself against the
mattress. The glow of sweat shimmering on Brady's hard-muscled, smooth
young chest as his big brother buried his handsome face between his long,
strong teen thighs and devoured his hole. The way Brady's voice cycled
between high, boyish whimpers and deep, manly, guttural grunts as his big
brother reamed him out with his tongue. The lewd, wet sounds of Cal's mouth
at work on his little brother's hole, paving over my spit there with his
own as he sampled his baby bro's manly young flavors, answering Brady's
moans and grunts with his own muffled sounds of pleasure and lust.

They were so into each other, and I was so into them. Clearly they'd been
doing this for some time, and I wondered how I'd missed the signs that this
had been going on, practically under my nose. But I pushed all that aside
as I stepped to the bedside to get a closer, personal view of their
fraternal fuckbond, my dick hard and leaking in my hand. With a few
strokes, I could rain the cum that had created them down over their
beautiful, tight-bonded bodies in a matter of seconds. But ever since Uncle
Scotty had taught me about controlling my loads, back when I was younger
than these two, I'd been pretty damn good at maintaining self-control when
the situation called for it, and this was the ultimate example of that
situation.

Cal was all smiles when he finally came up from the fork of Brady's thighs,
his handsome face gleaming with sweat and spit. The look shared between
them was a sizzling mix of lust and love that sent a tingle all through my
cock and my loins, even more so when Cal turned to look up at me, proud of
himself and eager to show me the man he was.

"I'm gonna fuck him now, Dad," he said, his voice deep and husky with
lust. "Fuck my baby brother. Get him nice and warmed up for you."

"Yeah, big man," I said, reaching out with my free hand to tousle his
sweaty hair, and utterly loving the big, beaming look of adoration he gave
me. "Show your Dad how good you fuck, buddy. Make me proud, son."

Cal grinned and turned his attentions back to Brady, confidently spreading
his brother's athletic thighs wider, tugging his hips further down the bed
and lifting them up to stuff one of his pillows under the kid's ass. I
watched him tenderly glaze Brady's already spit-soaked hole with a layer of
lube, his fingers probing up inside his little brother with skill and
confidence, giving the kid another dose of preparation before he lined his
big, gleaming college-boy cock up to take it all the way.

I climbed up onto the bed, crouching down by my youngest, watching his
handsome face shift with pleasure and anticipation. I reached down to
tousle his hair, like I'd done to his brother, and when I moved to pull my
hand back, he took hold of it and put a soft kiss on the back of it. It was
an unexpected gesture, simple but deep, and my heart practically throbbed
with love for my youngest.

"Can't wait to feel you inside me, Dad," he said.

"I can't wait to be inside of you too, little man," I murmured, leaning in
to place a soft kiss on his full, moist lips that deepened into something
really special.

"OK, here we go, guys," Cal said a minute later. I looked up, saw him slide
his hand down the length of his big, spit-glazed cock, and position it at
Brady's slicked-up hole.

"Wait a minute," I said, placing one hand on the rippling shield of Cal's
abs, seeing the fuck-ready eagerness in his eyes that he was barely keeping
tamped down. I winked at him, reached down to take his cock in hand, then
leaned in, opened wide, and swallowed him slowly to the root.

Damn, it really had been a minute since I'd taken a cock this way, but I
wanted to look like a pro for my boys - point of paternal pride or
something, I guess - and somehow managed not to choke on my eldest's big
fucking dick. He tasted amazing, the tangy funk of spit mixed with the
natural musk of a man's cock, and he throbbed avidly in my mouth as I
slowly sucked up and down the length of him. Not a blowjob - more of a
heavy lubing of spit, leaving him dripping with my saliva as I came up off
of it after a few mouthstrokes. For good measure, I pursed my lips and spit
what little saliva I had left directly onto Brady's nearly smooth hole,
making them both grunt lustily. I sat back on my heels, wiping the excess
off my lips.

"OK, now go for it, boys," I grinned, and leaned in to watch my son up
close as he pushed his cock up inside his little brother.

In some ways, I wished I'd been there for their first time doing this, and
I felt a kind of twinge of regret that I'd missed the opportunity to guide
and advise them through it. But clearly they hadn't needed much help, or at
least they'd gotten in plenty of practice at it since their first time,
because they slotted together like a well-oiled - well, definitely a
well-lubed - machine. Brady uttered a stream of pure pleasure sounds as Cal
slid his thick, gleaming length up inside of him, toned muscles flexing
like a porn star's as he fed his little brother every hard inch of his
big-bro cock. There was no hesitation, no stumbles, no awkward grimaces -
just pure, experienced man-to-man pleasure for the both of them. They were
the most beautiful, erotic thing I'd ever seen, and I had to take my hand
off my cock so I didn't trip my trigger too soon.

Instead, I ran one hand over the flex of Brady's pecs and abs, down to take
hold of his sticky young cock. He'd softened some when Cal slid into him -
happens to the best of us - but the touch of my paternal hand on his big
teen dick brought it roaring back to full hardness. My other hand reached
around Cal to feel the steely, super-defined curve of his glute, that fine
ass I'd admired covertly for years, now proudly displayed at its absolute
best just for me. None of us said anything, just let our bodies do the
talking, my boys grunting and panting, the soft slap of flesh on flesh
building in speed and intensity. I added more spit to Cal's thick, gleaming
shaft as it slowly pistoned in and out of Brady's well-trained teen hole,
ran my hands over their heaving, flexing young muscles, and enjoyed the
greatest show on earth.

"Fuckin' ya, baby," Cal panted eventually, staring deep into Brady's
eyes. "Like we talked about. Right in front of Dad."

"Aw fuck yeah, C," Brady moaned back.

"Coupla Daddy's boys, huh studs?" I growled, squeezing Cal's five-star ass
tighter, letting my fingers graze down into his sweaty, lightly furred
trench, savoring the way he rocked his hips and arched his back to present
it for even closer inspection. "Pervy little fuckers like your own Dad, huh
men?"

"You fucking know it, Dad," Cal grunted, staring hard at me before pushing
his sweaty, handsome face in close for a long, loud, dripping
kiss. "Busting our fuckin' loads for years dreaming about this. Talking
about you."

"That right, my boys? Pervin' together, talkin' dirty about your own
father?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, big guy," Brady panted, sliding his hand up my
thigh, over the hard curve of my ass as I kneeled beside him, up to my
flank, then over my pecs and down deep into the thick bush that crowned my
engorged, steady-leaking paternal cock. "Pervin' out on each other, and
you, Dad. Together."

"Those pics you took of us in Florida," Cal grunted, fucking his little
brother faster. "Shoulda followed us around more, Dad. Coulda seen me
fucking his sweet little ass. All night, after you guys were asleep."

"Coulda fucked us both, Dad," Brady chimed in. "If we'd known."

"Guess we know now, don't we, studs," I growled, bending down to feed Brady
my tongue, then sitting back up and giving Cal's flexing, hard-working
muscle ass a solid smack that made us both grunt lustily. I worked my
fingers through the sweat in the small of his back, rubbing it down into
the moist cleft between his mouth-watering glutes, and when I found the
tight knot of his pucker, gave it a gentle, but insistent probing. Cal
moaned, his muscles flexing up as he fucked harder up into his little
brother, and I felt his ring give way and let me in.

"Yeah, open up for Daddy, big man," I murmured against his neck, licking a
trail of sweat from the smooth skin and probing up into the hot tightness
of his ass, looking for that spot, that trigger, the place Uncle Scotty had
shown me as a big, randy 14-year-old that summer he came home on leave
after basic and changed my whole fuckin' world.

"If you don't want me to cum in him, Dad..." Cal moaned as I rubbed his
spot, feeling him pulsing all around my probing, stroking finger.

"You better cum in him, big man," I growled in his ear. "Lay down some lube
for me, stud. Give your Dad sloppy seconds in your baby brother's sweet
little ass."

"Jesus fuck!" he grunted, while Brady moaned "Oh dude!" below us, and when
I leaned in to kiss my firstborn all deep and wet, he reached the end of
the line almost immediately. Cal wailed into my mouth even as he sucked on
my tongue, my hand roving over the twitching, hard-flexed muscles of his
beautiful college-boy bod as he tightened up and unloaded his cum inside
his little brother, his hole clamping tight and pulsing rhythmically around
my stroking finger as he pumped his seed.

I gave him a moment to collect himself, let him fall forward on his hands
in a push-up position, dripping fucksweat all over Brady as he regained his
breath. When he pulled his cock free, all creamy with his cum, he was still
hard as a crowbar. I reached down and stroked his heated length, scooping
up the trails of his thick load, and when I brought my hand up to his face,
he lapped at it immediately, instinctively, eyes on me as he grunted and
licked, and then came in to kiss me hard.

Brady's hole looked almost as tight as it had when I'd first tasted it,
only now traces of his big brother's cum pearled around the edges and
matted down the sparse, dark hairs there. Once Cal shuffled back and made
room, I swooped in low, inhaling the fresh, mineral-chlorine scent of my
eldest's healthy young load, before lapping up the stray escaped traces of
it from all around Brady's rim. He shivered and moaned and giggled as I
licked at him, probing just inside of him with my tongue to sample the
soncum planted there. Just a taste, because I wanted the rest to slick my
way inside of him. All-natural lube, the best kind there is.

Brady had always been a trooper, game for anything, ready to prove he was
as much a man as his big brother was. I saw that in his face now, his eyes
all big and shiny and eager as they locked on mine. He took hold of the
backs of his athlete's thighs and pulled them back, opening himself up,
offering himself to me. The air was full of anticipation, for all three of
us, as Cal took my former position beside us.

"You ready for this, little man?" I said, looking down into his handsome,
sweaty young face, a mix of eagerness and nervousness rippling across
it. He nodded firmly, determinedly.

"Yessir," he said, his voice firm and deep like Cal's. "Yes Dad."

"That's my boy," I said, reaching forward to ruffle his sweaty hair
again. As I sat back, Cal swooped down, and again I got to enjoy the
amazing sensation of my firstborn son slowly sucking his way down my shaft,
until he was inhaling the musky sweat of my bush, laving my cockflesh with
his tongue and laying a glaze of thick son spit all over it. When he came
back up off of it, he spat a couple of extra wads of saliva onto it for
good measure, then grinned at me as he stroked it over my throbbing flesh.

"You're good to go, stud," he said, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"So c'mon and fuck me, Dad," Brady grinned, pulling his legs back a little
more, his slightly puffy hole practically winking at me. I took a brief
instant to marvel at the way this day had turned out, at how much these
boys of mine had rocked my world in such a short time. But just a second or
two, because my cock was throbbing angrily, needily in front of me.

"Well, here we fucking go," I murmured, pressing the throbbing tip of my
big Dad cock to my youngest's freshly-bred hole.

Sweet fucking Christ. I'd gone sloppy seconds before, and I'd fucked a
tight young dude hole a whole bunch of times, but my own kid's? Amazing. I
couldn't help but flash back to all those little league games of his I'd
gone to, wrestling matches, playing catch in the backyard - all the typical
father-son memories, with him and Cal both. The pride I'd felt in these
boys, as a father. Before I'd recognized them as being men like me, sexual
beings, objects of desire. No matter what the three of us did now, naked
and sweating and hungry for each other, I'd always be their father, and
that added an extra layer of heat to the vibe right now, but a weird kind
of poignancy too. I tried not to think about that too much, which turned
out to be pretty easy, because once I sank deeper into Brady's clutching
tightness, surfing on a sea of Cal's thick, warm cum, well, there just
wasn't anything else to think about. My cock took over and pulled me deeper
inside of my youngest, the two of us moaning in harmony as I filled him
with the cock he'd craved for years now. Taking the ass I'd craved just as
much, if not more. My son's ass. My ass now.

Brady wrapped his agile thighs around me and drew me in even deeper, as the
cock that had made him sank home deep inside him. When I bottomed out, we
moaned together again, Cal joining us with a husky, drawn-out growl of his
own as he rubbed my sweating back and Brady's stomach. I stared deep into
Brady's big, blue eyes as I stood pat, savoring the moment inside and
out. The connection between me and Brades was practically tangible in the
air between us, a whole new level of depth and bonding. It didn't matter
that I hadn't been his first - I was his now, and he was mine, and that was
everything.

"You're in me, Dad," he said in a small voice.

"I am, baby boy," I murmured back to him, and the smile that spread across
his face was pure sunshine and contentment. He nodded at me, and I slowly
drew my hips back, leaving the last inch or so of my cock just inside him
and then drove slowly, steadily back inside of him.

It was easy to find the rhythm, to find the strokes and shifts of hip that
set my youngest's toes curling, his muscles clenching around me as his eyes
rolled up in bliss. I'd always prided myself on being a good lover, but I
wanted to give Brady my very best, and from what I could read on his face
and his body, I was succeeding. Cal's hands and lips were a constant
presence on our skin, just adding to the slow-building burn between us,
encouraging and savoring us both as we drove deeper and deeper down
together, me and my baby boy. I bent in low to kiss Brady when I could
manage it, and when I couldn't, Cal was right there to pick up the slack,
keeping me and his little brother well-fed with tongue and spit, his cock
back to full, arcing hardness like the young stud he was. My stud boys, I
thought to myself with lusty paternal pride, and that set me to fucking
Brady even deeper.

My boys' hands stroked their way over my flexed, sweating muscles, up and
down the bulges of my arms, the pumped-up plates of my pecs, the rounded
steel of my shoulders, down over the curvature of my ass as it thrust. Two
sets of hands and Cal's lips, making me feel something like a god with all
the worship they were doing. The kind of thing it would be easy to get lost
in, if I let myself. The kind of thing I wanted to lose myself in. because
I hadn't in so long. But hell, it was Father's Day. My day. This was their
gift to me, after all. So I took it.

Brady tightened those wrestler's thighs of his around my trunk even more,
pulling himself even closer to me, so I snaked my arms around his trunk
more tightly, coupling us even closer together. His cock was like steel
between us, smearing precum across my abs and his, and he moaned at the
slight change in angle of my thrusts as I held him more tightly to me. I
cupped the back of his neck quite a bit like I had when he was a baby, and
the thought made me smile as I drove my cock up deeper into his cum-soaked
depths. If I'd known then, seventeen years ago... but here we were, very
much in the now.

Coupled closer like we were, it was easy for me and Brady to kiss now, kiss
like men, like lovers. Like I knew we were going to do, every damn chance
we got, from now on. His tongue was like a restless animal, seeking mine
out and drawing it deeper into the incestuous kiss, spit flowing between us
as our tongues grappled and he thrust his cock even harder against the
flexing muscles of my stomach. I felt Cal drape himself half over my back,
his cock grinding in the sweat on my flank, as he nuzzled the side of my
neck and spurred us on. I tilted my head to one side and made room for him
to join us, a third tongue joining the enthusiastic battle, the three of us
swapping spit and muscle, forming a sweat-dripping fuckpile of incestuous
family lust. I hardly knew which way to turn, but there was no wrong
direction, and all the while, my hips thrust like a machine, powering my
cock up inside my youngest as we grunted and cursed and sweat and kissed
together.

"Give him your cum, Dad," Cal murmured huskily. "Breed him up good, `cos I
want my turn too. Want your Dad cum inside of me, big guy."

"Aw fuck," I growled, my fuckthrusts picking up pace.

"Yeah, exactly Dad," he growled. "This is from both of us. You get us
both. So breed this stud kid up, and then you can do me too. Both your
boys."

"Yeah, both of us, Dad," Brady moaned. "Fuck me off, so you can fuck Big C
off too."

"Fucking love you boys," I moaned, feeling the unstoppable rush of my
orgasm inside of me, thundering like a freight train.

"Love you too," Cal said.

"Always," Brady moaned. "Happy Father's Day, Dad..."

"From both of us, big guy," Cal added, his tongue finding mine again, his
strong hand gripping the flexing muscle of my ass, and now it was my turn
to cum.

I came hard, long, my animalistic grunts and growls turning into a
near-roar of lust as my cock fired off what was likely the biggest load of
my life, adding to the slick mess of my eldest son's cum inside my
youngest. The two of them encouraged me, spurred me on as I kept shooting,
breeding my youngest like I'd never bred anyone before, not even their
mother. I locked eyes with Brady as I started to come down the other side
of the peak, seeing that fixed look in his eyes too, his brow furrowed,
mouth hanging open. I knew that face. It was the spitting image of my own
teen face in my bedroom mirror, watching myself firing off my own young
loads twenty-odd years ago.

"Yeah, cum for me, baby boy," I said huskily. "That's the present I want,
son."

"Aw Dad!" he wailed, and all it took was the briefest graze of my hand over
the throbbing, precum-slick hardness of his steely young cock, and he was
done for. His beautiful jockboy dick bounced between our stomachs, the head
engorged and reddened, his slit seeming to gape open as he fired off the
first of nearly ten thick, creamy shots. Beautiful thick jets of pent-up
son cum, splattering across his sweating, heaving young muscles, clear up
to his throat, pooling in the gutters of his flexing abs and the valley
between his firm young pecs.

"Fuck yeah, dudes!" Cal cheered, and the two of us took turns giving Brady
soft, tender kisses as he came down from his own orgasmic high.

My cock eventually slipped free of my youngest's not-so-tight-anymore
hole. Cal had this grin on his face, a certain hungry look in his eye, and
I knew what he was fixing to do before he even moved. He was halfway
between his little brother's thighs when I grabbed his big shoulder and
gently, but firmly pushed him back.

"Fuck outta there, kid," I growled playfully. "It's Father's Day, and that
means Dad eats first."

Cal rolled his eyes and chuckled, but made room for me to slide down low
between Brady's legs. The air was heady with the smell of cum and sweat and
man down there, and I drank it in as I nuzzled up to my youngest's puffy,
cum-smeared hole. I pressed my lips to it softly, feeling him press back,
then even more as I dragged my tongue over the ring of salty, cummy
muscle. I heard him moan as I wormed my tongue inside of him, sealing my
lips over the rim of his ass, and then I feasted on him. Two thick, rich,
warm loads of mancum, family cum, flowing from inside of him, over my
tongue and into my mouth. The pig in me had always been strong, and from
the eager huff of Cal's breath on my ear as I ate his freshly-fucked little
brother out, I knew they'd inherited it too. Just like I'd apparently
inherited it from Uncle Scotty, who'd shown me what laid most deeply inside
of me when I was younger than these two, and how to bring it out so well.

Cal was angling to kiss as soon as I came up, and he might have gotten to
swap our cum with me if Brady hadn't scrambled to his knees beside us and
pushed his way in. He had this hungry look on his face, his mouth hanging
open already as he positioned himself under my mouth. Because he'd been
such a damn trooper, I figured it was the least I could do for him. I
cradled the back of his head, tipped my head forward and let the mixed cum
of his father and big brother flow forth, over my lips, past his, all over
his eager, pink tongue. He moaned needfully, Cal grunting lustily as he
watched, until he couldn't take it, and pushed his way in to kiss his
little brother hungrily, swapping spit and cum and tongues in a sloppy,
lusty display that had my cock twitching and rearing back to life. I ran my
fingers up Brady's chest, scooping up his fresh-shot load, and pushed my
cummy fingers between their mouths, growling as they lapped them clean and
added to the thick, rich mess they were sharing so avidly. Then they
slipped their arms around my sweaty back and pulled me closer, and I joined
them in the feast.

"Christ, smells like a locker room in a whorehouse in here," I chuckled,
flopping back on the wreckage of Cal's bed, as my boys pressed up against
my sides.

"Yeah, ain't it great?" Cal grinned, pressing the hardness of his cock
against me. Oh, to have the refractory period of my youth, I thought to
myself with a grin, but then his hand wrapped around my cock and I found
that I was damn near fully hard all over again.

"Still got one present left, Dad," he said playfully, giving me a slow
stroke that settled the hardness question pretty decisively.

"You two horndogs are gonna wear me out for dinner with your grandfather,"
I chuckled.

"See? We're the gift that keeps on giving, Dad," Brady said with a grin,
his hand joining his brother's on my newly-rehardened dad cock, and the
three of us laughed together.

I flicked my eyes to the bedside clock.

"Not a lot of time, though, fellas," I said, mostly to fuck with them a
little, because you didn't need a long time to have a good time. But then
again, I wanted to do Cal justice, the way I'd done his little brother.

"But time enough, right?" Cal said, that boyish Christmas-morning eagerness
in his face and voice, and again I felt my heart throb with love for these
boys of mine. My heart, and my cock too, in their slow-stroking hands. A
different kind of father's love, but a father's love all the same.

"Maybe so," I nodded, grinning, sliding my hand down to cup his muscular
ass and squeeze it.

"Then that's all we need, right Dad?" he said, sliding one muscular thigh
over mine, drawing himself closer to my body and the cock that had created
him, as Brady nuzzled into my sweaty neck and kissed my skin all moist and
soft.

I wrapped both arms around my eldest and drew him close on top of me,
leaning up to brush my lips over his as our cocks throbbed against each
other. Now that we'd found each other like this, now that they'd given
themselves to me, well, we had all the time on the world for each other. I
took my eldest's sexy college-boy ass firmly in both hands, met his hungry
mouth with mine, and with his little brother's eager assistance, I opened
the rest of my present.

-- The End --