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I typically answer within a couple of days. ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty-Six The next three weeks until David would return home for Christmas break I attempted not to think about him. It was easy at work, but when I got home and went to our bedroom that we shared our entire lives together, I would get annoyed. I talked with both Bob and Dad about it separately and together. Neither of them seemed terribly upset over the situation. That was a little irritating because I wanted them to be mad. My way of dealing was much different from a mature adult. Dad and Bob were mature adults. They had experiences like this making them understand that getting upset over something they had no control over was silly. I, on the other hand, was eighteen going on nineteen (Yes, fellows were falling in line; albeit with cash.). I didn't have the skillset yet to handle what I considered such a breach of etiquette. I was incredibly happy to have an overnight job the evening David was to arrive home for vacation. I didn't want to see him. The planets aligned for this nice older gentleman to give me lots of money for shooting a load of eighteen-year-old sweet cum up his ass. The side note here is that I was now able to top. Thanks to Bob, Mr. Brooks and most likely my displeasure with David, my inner dominate self finally emerged. I was very pleased about this and so was my client. I wouldn't have gotten the job and the $3,500 for the night had I been unable to land on top of this guy. He told me he fucked enough through his life, now he wanted to be fucked. This eventually opened a completely new realm to my business. I learned that a lot of dominate men in the business world who spend all day being an Alpha male want nothing more than to be thrown on a bed being plowed hard and rough by some stiff man dick exploding in their bowels. My business mentor, Bob, had not told me about this part of the trade. When I brought it up, Bob said that he wanted me to figure that out for myself. He said I was doing fine as a bottom; now I was just offering another service. However, feeling pressured to offer top service when I wasn't ready would not have gone well. Bob was such a wonderful man. The next part of the saga of my naked life I was not a participant. I will tell the story based on what was said to me by the men who were there. As to its complete accuracy, I can't say. It did change the course of history though. David arrived home mid-afternoon from school. The house was empty. He fixed himself something to eat and laid down on the couch. Dad came home at his usual time around 5:30 PM. Dad did not display his upset about David to me. That was not the case in the few hours Dad and David spent together before Bob got home from work. My understanding is that Dad was very clear with David about what this home was. Dad said that this is a house of sharing. He said the members of this naked male household were in this together. Not everyone had to participate in everything, but no one could ask or tell another they couldn't. He said that the two bedrooms were for the core members of the house, whether that included David was his decision. All play with guests was done in the playroom, anywhere else in the house or outdoors. Dad's basic attitude of life was laissez-faire. In this incident, though, Dad was making the point that in order to stay in the house; David would need to lighten up. Apparently, David was contrite to a point. When Bob got home, there was still some tension in the house. Dad was off to the gym. He needed to work off his frustrations. Bob fixed himself a light dinner and asked David to join him to chat. David was going to get it from every barrel in the house. Bob was round two. Bob took a different tactic. Bob started talking about sex. He asked David point blank who he was fucking at school. David didn't want to talk about it at first, but Bob persisted. David finally admitted that he was not fucking anyone. He said he liked women, but they were such a pain to deal with. The dating type did not want to have slutty sex and the slutty women were not interested in relationships. It was much easier to be here and fuck with us especially his sweat brother, John. Bob asked David what the whole deal with John was. Why did he want some sort of exclusivity in an obviously multi-faceted household? Did it make any sense to ask a man who ran a prostitution business to be monogamous? David, of course, had to admit the flaw in his idea. Bob asked David, "So are you horny?" Of course, David was horny. David was twenty years old. Bob suggested to David that they go see the new playroom. Bob was a sly one. I believe he felt David was a personal challenge. Bob understood David better than the rest of us. He knew David's weaknesses. Of course, Bob understood most everything better than the rest of us. That was one of the reasons I loved and respected Bob so much. David and Bob went downstairs. First, he showed David around the room. This was to get David more horned. David was looking at the various bondage devices on the wall when Bob moved behind David to hug him and rub his dick up against David's ass. David's body bristled from the feeling of Bob's hard cock rubbing his backside; however, he didn't pull away. David quietly stated that he didn't do that. Bob was tenacious and the fact that David wasn't physically severing their bond, Bob knew he had him. David was feeling vulnerable from the conversation with Dad. David had not had sex in three weeks. My big, studly top brother was ripe for the taking regardless of David's demur objection. Besides, David's cock was hard as rock and milking pre-cum. Bob softly nibbled David's ear whispering that it might do him some good. Bob was a master at touch. He could melt stone. Bob moved his hands all over David's chest and arms tenderly eroticizing our troubled housemate. "Come on buddy. Come over here on the bed. Let's just relax and hold each other for a while." Bob coyly instructed. David and Bob moved over to the bed. Bob let David chill for a bit before moving in for the kill. When Bob felt that David was unarmed, he started using that wonderful tongue all over my naked Greek God sibling. Bob kept slowly moving south. He skipped over the obvious, David's throbbing cock, and going directly to putting David's balls in his mouth. Then, the manipulative tongue continued into the crevices of David's taint making our distressed companion dissolve what minor resistance was left. By this point, Bob knew he had him. David was moaning softly. David felt more relaxed than he had ever been in his entire life. Bob took his hands lifting David's strong thighs up to get into the virgin womb. The tongue renewed its persuasion. David had never felt anything like this. I had eaten out David's ass, but David was still in control mode. David knew that when I finished sucking his sphincter, he was going to fuck me. Not this time. David was letting go. Bob stayed on the straight man's hole for a long time. He wanted David pliable. Eventually, Bob deftly put some lube on his hand and lightly touched the rim. Bob never looked David in the eye. He wanted David to be totally involved with himself. He noticed David's cock was producing even larger quantities of pre-cum. Bob was an expert. Bob moved much slower than most normal men would to put a finger inside the love passage. He didn't want David to shock. Moving even the slightest bit too fast would ruin the experience. David had to be tamed slowly. Eventually, three fingers were providing the necessary stretch for Bob's cock. Bob moved himself into position raising David's legs over his shoulders. Now Bob looked into David's eyes for a brief moment giving a slight smile indicating that it would all be ok. David was so relaxed that the typical first time hurt of cockhead entering sphincter was none existent. Bob pressed whispering to David to push out. Once Bob was completely inside his prey, he paused again. Don't scare the animal. Bob's first pullback and push forward resulted in David moaning deeply with pleasure. Bob knew then that it was time to head in for the kill. Bob knew that David would like it rough. David liked most sex rough. Why would being fucked be any different? Bob started pounding David's tight ass. David was screaming at the top of his lungs. He was in heaven. The `fuck yeah's!' and `fuck me's!' were multiplying. David's wasn't even touching his cock. He was on his back. His arms and hands splayed out. His head rolled from side-to-side. This was more than Bob even dreamed. Bob had him and had him good. Bob took David's cock in his hand and started jacking it hard. He wanted David to cum before him. He wanted David to feel a man's cock in his ass after orgasm. Now he was teaching a lesson. He wanted David to understand what being in control really meant. David spewed his hot man jizz all over his stomach and chest. The first volley hit his face. After David was complete, Bob said, "Ok fucker. Now you are really gonna get it." Bob hammered his bear cub cock up David's hole. David was screaming. It hurt like a motherfucker now that David's orgasm was over. He kept saying no, but Bob didn't relent and David didn't push him off. Bob completed the mission. He gave David's bowels their first cum bath. As Bob's orgasm subsided, he leaned in and forcibly kissed David on the lips. He wanted David to smell and taste his own ass from when Bob rimmed him earlier in the process of the big game hunt. Bob pulled out slowly with a plop. He fell over on his back next to David barely touching him with one arm. After several minutes of post-coitus bliss, Bob said staring at the ceiling, "So, feel better?" "Yes Bob. I feel better. I don't think anyone else was capable of getting me. I'm not ready to say thank you yet. I will need some time." David responded. "I understand. Well, David, I have to go to bed. See you in the morning. Good night." Bob left the playroom going up to be with his husband. Dad was home from the gym but hadn't showered yet. He knew what was going on in the basement. He may have snuck a peek. Dad said, "If you can fuck my son, I can fuck you." Bob was all for it. Dad plowed Bob's hot ass giving his body a load replacement. Neither of them showered afterward. They wanted to smell the stink through the night and the morning. David slept in the guest suite that night. He knew he was yet to be in good graces with the house and felt it appropriate not to enter the sanctuary of the bedrooms. Barrel number three to David arrived home with Bob the following evening. David was watching television. Dad was at the gym. David got up coming over to give me a hug. I let him; however, did not hug back with the intensity of before. "I'm going to fix some dinner, Bob. Let's sit down and eat something." I said. David said meekly, "Can I join you guys?" "Of course David." I reassured. I went into the kitchen and whipped up some fast leftovers. We sat down and just had some small talk. Bob had not told me yet about bedding my brother. The conversation was polite, yet tense. When dinner was over, Bob got up and removed the dishes leaving David and I at the table. "You want to come to our room and talk?" I asked David. "Sure." We went into the bedroom and both sat on the bed. Before the remodel, it was easier to chat sitting on opposite sides of the room in the twin beds. Now that we had one bed, we had to be closer than I was comfortable at the moment. I spoke first. "David, I'm very pissed at you. What the fuck was that about leaving before Thanksgiving? You hurt all three of us, particularly Dad and I. And, by the way, I don't want to be your fucking girlfriend." David's response was quiet and soft. "I understand, John. I was completely at fault." "That's right." I barked back. I felt like punching him. I had never felt such adrenalin in me. I had always been so mild-mannered. It felt good and scary at the same time. David didn't react to my energy. "John, I apologize. I love you and I developed some fantasy that you and I could be lovers. It was stupid. I thought I could woo you over." I calmed down some. "David, I made it clear on several instances that I didn't want a relationship with you other than loving brother and occasional sex partner." "I know." "So what was all that about?" I asked. "It was all so simple and easy with you, John. We had great sex. We are friends. We are brothers. I don't know how to explain it better than that." David replied. I knew David had more understanding of his actions than he was letting on, but I didn't push. I had made my point loud and clear, no relationship. "David, would you please sleep in the guest suite tonight? If we sleep together, we will end up having sex and my feelings will get mushy. I'll be better in the morning. I do want to be with you. I love you. Just give me a night." David agreed and walked out of the room. I didn't realize just how much I needed my space until he was gone. David's energy was strong. It could topple better men and women than me. I went to the bathroom, took a shower after a long day at work and fell into bed quickly. I slept like a rock all night. David was still asleep when Bob and I left for work. He might have just stayed down there to avoid us, but I actually think he was sleeping. When we all got home that night, the energy in the house had shifted. I accepted David back into our bed and he dutifully fucked me to his heart's content. I was ok with that as long as he didn't get some stupid idea up his ass again about us being lovers. Jesus. Get a grip. Christmas Day was upon us. We all came down for morning breakfast and coffee. It was going to be a quiet day. We weren't having guests over. It was to be the four of us. About 9:30 in the morning, there was a knock on the front door. Dad threw on some emergency shorts we always had by the door when someone unexpected came. I laughed to myself thinking that Santa was late and thought it would be faster to use the door than the chimney. Dad opened the door to find Mr. Taylor standing there. Dad pulled his shorts back off while the front door was still open and welcomed Mr. Taylor in. He brought Mr. Taylor to the table. I offered him some breakfast, which he accepted. I could see that Mr. Taylor was upset and seeing four naked men sitting around a table wasn't helping our pervert neighbor. After a little egging on from Dad who said that he could speak freely in front of our family, Mr. Taylor described how he had just been kicked out his house. His wife discovered his gay porno collection on his computer. I thought to myself, `Why did it take her twenty-five years to figure out her husband was as queer as pink paint?' Mr. Taylor was unceremoniously sent packing on Christmas Day of all things. Dad invited him to stay with us overnight. Bob said that he would find him a good rate on an extended stay hotel suite near his work because of Bob's professional connections. We had not enforced the house rule of no clothes with Mr. Taylor to this point, but after the two offers, we told him that we don't wear clothes in the house. Mr. Taylor reluctantly removed his clothes. I took them downstairs to the guest suite. Dad and Mr. Taylor followed because Mr. Taylor wanted to talk privately with another gay man who had been through a divorce. We didn't see them again until it was time for lunch. Bob and I joked that Dad was giving Mr. Taylor an initiation in gay life. When Mr. Taylor and Dad emerged, Mr. Taylor had a smile on his face. Before lunch, Mr. Taylor walked right out the front door of our house naked over to his car parked in his driveway. He moved his car off his property and onto the street in front of our house. This was his fuck you to his soon-to-be ex-wife. Mr. Taylor left the following day moving into an extended stay that Bob arranged until the divorce was final. The Taylors sold their home in order to settle the divorce. Mr. Taylor bought a one-bedroom condominium in the heart of the gay district downtown. Mr. Taylor was fifty-years-old at the time of the divorce. My understanding was he made up for lost time. He lived out the last 25 years of his life a happy homosexual fucking, sucking and being fucked by any man that he could get. He had a reputation for being a complete slut until the day he passed. After the Christmas Day drama of Mr. Taylor, David chilled even more. I was hoping he saw the value of being true to yourself; however, David would demonstrate for several more years that he didn't get that concept. For New Year's we had a big naked party with every homosexual we knew. It was Greek debauchery at its finest. Mr. Taylor came. Mr. Brooks came. Joe and Joey came. Bob's young exhibitionist friend from the drive-thru came. Man, did he have a big cock. Somehow, the Latino foreman got away from his family for the early part of the evening. All the guys loved his sexy Hispanic ass. He got filled with mucho crema. There were probably thirty men at the party. Everyone had a grand time. David was on his best behavior. He played well with others finally. He got into a serious romp with muscle fireplug Joey, and I mean serious. When this was over, David would be a changed man. David actually let Joey fuck him while several of us stood by and watched. It was hot. By that point, I was aware of Bob's reeling in a prey named David, or I would have been beside myself in shock. I would remember this moment forever. It all started because David kept staring at Joey's huge pecs and long, suckable nipples. I didn't know David was such a nipple whore. Joey's chest drove him crazy. Out of the corner of my eye as I was attempting two cocks down my throat, I saw David start to fondle Joey's nubs. I pushed one cock away because I was more interested in having a cock completely down my throat than two at the opening of my mouth. This also made it easier for me to see what David was doing. David went past fondling as Joey accepted the attention. David's mouth and tongue were all over the younger Giovanni adoringly making love to his large mammeries. Joey was a great young top and he knew that David was putty in his hands. David became a complete bottom whore for Joey. It must have been those nipples. The more David sucked on them, the more you could see his ass flexing in a way that only means one thing; fuck me now! Joey took control of the situation once he knew that David would do anything for him. Joey moved him slowly over the sling. Don't want to scare the target. Commercial. The sling is the best place to be as a nipple whore bottom who wants to be fucked at the same time. The sling takes care of all stability issues allowing the bottom to concentrate on what is important – a cock or fist up his cunt. It also gives the bottom the ability to keep all attention on the man doing the work. End of commercial. Joey was going to fuck David's ass hard and David's responsibility was to make sure Joey's man nipples received the proper attention they deserved. I knew how important this was because I had been in that sling staring at Joey's muscle body on Thanksgiving Day. Joey commanded attention to his nipples if the bottom whore he was taking care of was going to be fucked hard and proper. Joey took his hand and latched onto David's jaw forcing David to look directly into Joey's Italian eyes. "Listen fucker. You pay attention to me. You got my cock in your ass and now no one else is here. I want my nipples worked hard you little slut whore. You started this worship, now you are going to follow through completely. Understand fucker?" The next words were something I never thought I would hear my big brother say. He said a very meek. "Yes Sir." "I can't hear you asshole." The fireplug shouted. David yelled out, which got the attention of the room and the party. "YES SIR." Oh, this was going to be good. David took hold of Joey's nipples and Joey just stood there with his dick inside David's newfound cunt. "You see how much I've moved, bitch. None. What did I say? There is a correlation between how hard my nipples are worked and how hard you are fucked. There is no fucking going on; therefore, you are not doing a good job. Be a man and work my nips, whore!" Joey blasted in the most commanding voice. Secretly, I was having the time of my life. Joey was calling my brother every derogatory name in the book: cunt, whore, slut, be a man... This was fucking fabulous. David obeyed and grabbed those monsters hard. I could see David was using every ounce of strength to satisfy Joey's demand. Joey responded in kind plowing David ass harder than he had even done to mine. "That's it slut. Work my nips. Work those fuckers hard. You want those babies. You're the straight brother, aren't you? You don't look to straight to me in this position. You look like a little faggot queer boy. Oh, I know why you want my nipples. They remind you of a woman's back in the day when you thought you wanted a woman in your life. Doesn't look like you want a woman right now. You want a big, muscle-bound, pure Italian stud plowing you man cunt. Or should I say just cunt. You're squealing like a little girl. Look at my little straight boy whore. Wow. You are a piece. "Come on fucker. Continue. Nobody told you to slow down. I want my nipples paid attention to. I want them to hurt. That's right fucker. Hurt my nipples. See how much harder I fuck you. And, you need to be fucked. God, you're more of a bottom whore than your wonderful brother. I've never seen an asshole spread open so fast. Are you sure, you are almost a virgin? I'm not. I think you've whored out your cunt to men on the side." Wow. Joey's was going for the jugular and David didn't flinch or object. In fact, David just kept screaming `fuck me, fuck me, Sir' often and loud. Most of the party surrounded this event in the middle of the playroom. We hadn't had this space very long, but from then on the sexual energy was palpable the minute one walked in. Even empty, the room's power produced hard ons or moist holes to anyone who dared be in the sanctum. David and Joey's fuck session lingered over the place like a happy, horny ghost. "That's it baby. Work me. Serve me. Give me your cunt. Yeah, buddy. Sweet fucking ass. Sweet fucking man cunt. Look at the handsome Adonis straight stud now. You're a pig. You're a greased pig being fucked by a bigger stud than you. The sweat is pouring out of you. You want my man juice so bad. Don't you fucker? You want me baby. You want me to impregnate you. You want an interior paint job. A hot, white jizz job. Fucking slut. Fucking whore. Oh yeah fucker. I'm giving it to you asshole. I'm giving it. You keep working me baby. You work my male nips. Make them hurt fucker. All the strength you got. I want you spent. I want you so drained you have to be lifted off this sling by the rest of the men here. That's right. That's right fucker." Joey moved in real close to David's face. "Pull yourself toward me fucker by holding onto my nips and kiss me. Stick your tongue out. Taste my tongue. Plant your straight lips on this real man. Come on fucker. Come on. Taste me. Make love to me. You know you want it. You know you want my tongue down your throat. That's it baby. Devore me. Make love to my fine Italian mug. Oh yeah baby. You want me. You want my cock. You want my tongue. You want my lips. I've got you. You are mine fucker. You are mine. The beast has been tamed. Long live the beauty." After Joey slayed the dragon with his tongue, he started plowing David's manhole harder than I have ever seen someone fuck. He pushed David back into the saddle of the leather sling and started ramming him hard and fast. Joey wasn't talking now. He was moaning and groaning and cursing a little under his breath. He was gone. He wasn't paying any attention to David now. David was just a hole for his cock. David was just the provider of a warm space to release his sperm. On the other hand, my top, straight, Alpha male brother was screaming like a greased pig as brick shithouse Joey impaled his ass. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Sir. Give me your jizz. I'm yours Sir. I want you. I want your cock. I want your nips. Please Sir. Give me you cum. Please let me have your babies. Oh Sir. Oh Please Sir. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. I need you Sir. I want you Sir. Oh Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!" Joey was shooting his muscled protein babies up David's willing tail. David was cumming too, but he wasn't touching his cock and he wasn't shooting a load. My big brother was having a big girl orgasm, no juice from his cock needed. Instinctively, everyone walked away. Most actually left the playroom. I didn't know why until I witnessed what happened next. Joey collapsed onto David holding as much of his cock inside my brother's hole as he could based on the position. Joey knew what was going to happen. He snaked his hands and arms between the leather and David's back holding him in a strong embrace. David grabbed onto Joey's torso as a little kid would who was scared and doesn't want to let go of his parent. David started to cry. David started to ball. Joey just held him and whispered in his ear that it was all going to be ok. At that point, I and anyone else who hadn't left the room, did. This was David's moment. This was David's awakening. Joey was the man. David was never going to forget this. It would change his life forever. The party broke up quickly after that. We all had a great time, but no one wanted to be in the house when David finally walked up the stairs. Joey came up and said to his Dad/partner, "I believe I should spend the night with David. He could use some holding." Daddy Joe agreed, "Ok son. Call me in the morning. I can come get you." Joey differed, "No Dad. I'm going to have David drive me home. I'll be ok. I love you. Thank you for understanding." Joe kissed his son and said, "Buddy, I love you more than life itself. You are a good son. See you tomorrow." Joey turned and went back down to the basement. Joe said his goodbyes and thank yous. The three of us, Dad, Bob and I went to our personal sanctuary. I thought about sleeping with Bob and Dad that night, but decided I should sleep alone. On New Year's morning, I wandered to the kitchen. There was a note on the table from David. "Hi everyone. Joey and I are going to breakfast. Then I am taking Joey back to his home. I'll call if it is more than three hours. Love, David." Bob and Dad followed shortly as soon as they smelled the coffee brewing. I fixed some eggs, bacon and potatoes for the three of us. We didn't say much. What was there to say? Dad finally suggested, "Hey, why don't we go see a movie at your old place? I think it would be good to get out of the house. I also think that when David comes home, he could use some space." We agreed, finished breakfast, cleared the table, dressed and went to the theater. I text David to tell him what we were doing. He said ok and see you later. We went to see "Les Mes". It so nice that my little theater was getting first run now that it was digital. Too bad the movie wasn't as fabulous as the projection. Regardless, it did help our mood and comfortableness around David's experience. By the time the movie was over and we went to lunch, all was forgotten. The three of us were laughing and enjoying the aura of the first day of the New Year. We would be in a good frame upon returning to our home. David was home when we got back. He was also in a good frame. We had a nice dinner as a family. I was once again struck at the beauty of the experience the four of us were having together. David never talked about the night with Joey and I didn't ask. David left a few days later making sure he deposited as many loads of cum up my ass as he could. He was fantastic in bed. There was a significant change. Not that he wasn't a hot lover before. It was different. More loving. More caring. Less controlling. This had been an amazing Christmas season. I was glad David and I had made up. We were friends again, fuck buddies again, no expectations again. I was also glad when he left for school. The Holidays are exhausting and I had to get back to business. No more fucking around for fucking around's sake, I had a business to run. There was lots of winter and spring convention business at the hotel. A number of high paying clients received my distinctive service. Being eighteen helped, not only because of the desires of these men liking young guys, but also the stamina. I could cum often. Still, if I didn't think I had it in me, I would suggest a simple blowjob. Even if there wasn't a speck of jizz left in my balls, I could still open my mouth and produce a load out of a horny customer. Another interesting thing that occurred during that time was I found myself wanting to be with the men I loved more and more. I have to say that as much as I enjoyed being a slut and a whore, running the business was taking its toll. I talked about it to Bob one night on the way home. "Bob, the business is beginning to get to me." I said to my mentor. "How so, John?" Bob asked. "I'm beginning to not enjoy the energy of these men. They all have some sexual problem. They're gay and don't want a relationship. They're married to a woman, but secretly gay. They work so much they never have friendships whether they are gay or straight. It's always something with each of them. They have enough money that they never have to address the issue." Bob laughed. "You realized, John, that first, it is none of your business and second, that you are the one benefiting from their challenges." "Yes, I know." Bob acknowledged, "John, regardless, you are experiencing what every prostitute comes up against. Sex for money is a good thing, but after a while, it gets old. I quit because I didn't want to deal with what you just described. I made enough money to get through college. When the university was paid for, I stopped. Also, the Internet came along and I could still be a slut, but at a distance." He laughed referring to his exhibitionist/voyeur website. I laughed too appreciating Bob lightening my disposition. Bob asked, "What do you want to do about it, John? You don't have to work at it if you don't want to." "I want to stay the course. I project that I will have enough money by the end of the spring season to pay for college. I've made a lot of money." Bob recognized, "I know you have. Just don't burn yourself out for the sake of the money. It's not worth it." "I know. I just needed to say it." "I understand, John." We drove the rest of the way home in silence. Bob and I sat down for a light supper as usual. Dad came home from the gym and after a shower, joined us. "Dad, can I sleep with you guys tonight?" I asked. "Sure John. Why?" "I just want to be with you both." Dad didn't push. Bob and I each took a shower and the three of us piled into the big king bed. We all kissed each other, but didn't take it any further. Bob got in the center and the three of us fell asleep in a triple spoon, Dad hugging Bob, Bob hugging me. I awoke to my Dad's cock entering my ass. "Oh yeah, Daddy. Fuck me. I want your hard cock up my cunt. Take me Daddy. Make me beg for your hot dick." I was in the missionary position with Dad on top. The full weight of his big, hairy muscle body was crushing me. Bob was lying next to me jacking his cock and making sweet love to my Dad's lips. Bob moved his lips to mine. He continued to alternate back and forth, as Dad plowed my hole. "Yeah Dad. Take me. Fuck me. Give me your cream. Oh, fuck, Daddy. Thank you Daddy. Thank you for fucking me. Please Dad. Please cum in my ass. Shoot the cock that made me in my bowels. Fuck yeah. Oh Fuck Dad. Oh, fuck. Oh, Daddy. I need your cock. Give me your cock Daddy. Come on. Cream me. Cream my innards. Cream my cunt. Oh man, I love it when you fuck me Daddy." Dad banged me hard against the mattress. He shot a huge load in me that I could feel. When he finished his orgasm, he rolled me on my side. "Jack off guys. I wanna see cum spurt out of my two lovers." Dad ordered. Dad stayed inside me. Bob moved up close to me kissing me hard. We jacked our cock spewing onto each other's stomachs. Then Bob embraced me from the front as Dad did from the rear. Dad never left my hole. Bob finally moved back a bit and said, "I love you both so much." Neither Dad nor I responded with words. We knew better. Bob rarely expressed how much he felt about each of us. He was more demonstrative than verbally expressive. We both just gave him the biggest smile. Eventually, we all untangled and headed to our respective showers getting ready for work. I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. It was the least I could do. Dad left first. Bob and I left shortly thereafter. When we drove away, Bob placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a hard squeeze. Nothing more needed to be said. We went off to work to be the consummate professionals. That night, and every night until David returned for the summer, Dad, Bob and I slept together. Dad and Bob wanted me to be a part of their relationship. It was never discussed. It just was. I was incredibly honored. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com