Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 17:17:06 +0100
From: Pho?nix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend and My Two Dads: Chapter 5 (Category: Incest)

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I woke up in the middle of the night to my husband Sven coming back into
our bedroom. When he wanted to, he could slip into bed very quietly without
disturbing me. The fact he was being so loud made me think he wanted me to
wake up. And I'm glad he did.

I was still semi-drunk from a full day of drinking. Some people are
aggressive drunks. Some people are happy drunks. I am a horny drunk. Sven
and I had planned a full Saturday of fucking, but our son Eric and his
boyfriend had thwarted our plans. We'd managed to fuck once in the morning
and I got to jerk him off to completion in the hot tub, with our son's
young boyfriend Will sitting right across from us. But right now I was
horny again and my ass was hungry for more.

I opened my eyes and saw Sven stand in front of me in the dim light. As I
lay on my back, I put my legs up and spread them open.

"Hello, Sir," I said softly but confidently.

"Hello," he answered, walking up to me and stroking my left cheek gently
with the back of his hand. "What's this? Is there a little pig in my bed
tonight?"

"Yes, Sir. A nasty pig that needs his hole filled." I grabbed my asscheeks
and pulled them open.

We'd gone into the roles we'd played for years. I was his pig who did
everything Sir said. No questions, no limits.

"Good," he said. He put two fingertips on my hole. I made it pulse in and
out, making my dick twitch at the same time. All of a sudden, he shoved his
thick fingers inside me in one quick move. I inhaled sharply. "But you're
gonna have to be quiet. We wouldn't want the kids to hear us."

He nodded toward the door and I noticed he'd left it open. Eric's room was
right across the hall.

"Yes, Sir." I swallowed the spit that was in my mouth.

"You're gonna have to get me hard first," he said and grabbed his dick with
his left hand and shook it.

His dick was an impressive size even soft, made even more impressive by the
large Prince Albert he'd gotten because I loved the way it felt inside of
me.

Sven walked around the bed and sat down. He made himself comfortable
leaning back on all the pillows and cushions. He then spread his legs wide
open and I kneeled between them, putting his dick in my mouth.

I loved sucking my husband's dick any day, but tonight it felt extra
satisfying. I was just the right amount of drunk and high. It was the
middle of the night, everything was quiet, and doing it with the door open
added to the excitement. It made me nervous, but Sven had taught me to use
my nervousness to my own advantage for sexual pleasure.

I gobbled his dick, trying to get it even bigger and thicker to the point
where I couldn't even fit all of it comfortably in my mouth. I felt Sven
lean to his left to get something from his nightstand. I heard a click, an
exhale, and felt the smell of cigarette smoke.

Sven knew he wasn't allowed to smoke inside the house, especially in our
bedroom. But when he was Sir there was nothing I could say. I looked up and
made eye contact. He stared me down sternly, as if daring me to say
something, while taking a long drag. I swallowed and put his dick back in
my mouth.

He was now fully hard, his dick hitting the back of my throat. I liked to
think of myself as a good deepthroater but sometimes a dick his size was
too much for me. I started to gag but continued, determined to get all of
it in. Sven grabbed my hair tightly with one hand, and started pushing my
head up and down his dick, making me gag loudly. I was slobbering, a
mixture of my saliva and his precum gushing out of my open mouth.

Sven pulled me up by my hair until we were face to face. He then let go and
put his hand around my throat. We maintained eye contact all throughout.

"You like that?" he growled.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." His grip tightened until I found it hard to
speak. "I love sucking your big dick, Sir."

He exhaled and blew cigarette smoke right in my face. I coughed.

"Shh," he said, his grip tightening around my throat even more. I had half
a mind to use our safeword, which I knew would make him stop everything
immediately, but I wanted him to keep pushing.

"I think the pig is ready to get fucked," he said as soon as he finished
his cigarette. He grabbed some lube and quickly rubbed it on his dick,
making it glisten. He got behind me on his knees and didn't waste a second.

"Aaah!" I couldn't help but moan out loudly as soon as he started pushing
his dick inside me. As much as I wanted it I still needed some time to get
ready, but Sven had decided to thrust in balls-deep right away. He pounded
me aggressively. I tried to keep quiet but it was impossible. My ass was in
mild pain but his Prince Albert felt amazing sliding against the walls of
my hole. As soon as I'd started to get used to it, Sven pulled out
completely and slammed back in, then out again. He started pulling out then
slamming back in repeatedly, his large balls hitting mine as he fucked me.
I was fully hard and leaking precum all over our sheets.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" I had tried to keep quiet but the way Sven was fucking me
it was impossible. It was almost as if he was trying to see how far he
could push this. I felt so good, I didn't care about the door anymore. I
wouldn't care if we were in the middle of Times Square doing this in front
of everyone. "Yes, Sir! Aw, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Then suddenly he pulled out, leaving my hole pulsing.

"Tsk tsk. You said you'd be a quiet pig." He walked around the bed to look
me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I tried."

He slapped my face gently and playfully, with a smirk on his face.

"We'll have to do something about that," he said and walked away to the
bathroom.

He was a fit and attractive man in general, but to see him walk naked and
with his huge erect dick bobbing up and down... He felt like the hottest
man on earth to me!

He walked back clutching something yellow in his hand.

"I went to grab a pair of dirty underwear from the hamper," he said as he
walked up to me and shoved a piece of fabric in my mouth. "But I was
surprised to find these hot little speedos." He used two fingers to shove
the rest of the speedos in my eager mouth until they were all in.

He reached for my dick and gave it a few jerks, then stopped. Good thing he
did. I was so horny I could cum in a second.

Sven climbed back onto the bed and got ready to penetrate me again. This
time we were face-to-face, me sitting on his lap with my legs straddling
him. His dick went in much smoother the second time around.

"And you know the hottest thing about those speedos in your mouth?" he
asked softly. We maintained eye contact. He was fucking me slowly, while
also edging my dick and squeezing my balls.

"Uh-uh," I shook my head.

"There was someone's cum all over them. A very generous load."

My eyes widened. My prick was gushing precum by now. Sven continued to fuck
me, and used his fingers to make sure the speedos were tightly in my mouth.

"Now, it's not my cum," he continued, "and I'm pretty sure it's not yours
either. Do you know what that means?"

I didn't react, I just continued to look Sven right in the eyes as he
fucked me and teased the tip of my dick. My head was in a haze, from the
alcohol, from the weed, and from the amazing dick inside my hole right now.

"It means, those cum-stained speedos in your mouth," he talked very slowly,
thrusting a bit deeper inside me with each word, "are either Will's... or
Eric's."

My eyes widened as I stared at Sven, a devilish grin on his face. I could
feel his dick throb inside me. My dick, without being touched by either him
or me, started shooting cum. Load after load after load, a huge fountain
spraying all over our bodies and our bed. The best part was feeling Sven's
dick filling my hole as I came.

"Yes! You like that don't you, you nasty pig?" He grabbed my throat again.
He started fucking me faster, almost shouting, unable to control himself.
"You nasty fucker. You fucking dirty, nasty fucker!"

His words echoed in the silence as he started to fill me with his jizz. I
could feel his smooth silky cum coat the walls of my hole, and he seemed to
cum just as abundantly as I did.

Suddenly everything was quiet again. His dick was still hard and still in
my asshole. His cum was trickling out of me. He dropped his bodyweight on
me until I fell on my back, with him on top of me. We hugged and he leaned
forward and used his teeth to pull the speedos halfway out my mouth. We
kissed. It wasn't really a kiss as much as Sven licking my lips and my chin
and both of us sucking on the cummy speedos together.

Finally he pulled them all the way out and dropped them on the floor, and
we shared a proper kiss. "I love you," he said, tucking my hair behind my
ears. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied as we continued kissing until we fell asleep
that way.


SVEN:


When Eric was growing up, I didn't get too much time alone with him. I
worked a lot, and whenever we got time to spend as a family the three of us
did it together. Every now and then, David would need some peace and quiet
around the house so I would take the boy out.

Today was one of those days. A couple of weeks ago, Eric had gotten a
bookstore gift card for his 9th birthday, so we went out to use it. We got
hamburgers for lunch (he insisted on getting the large just like me, even
though he couldn't finish it), then we went to the bookstore where he got a
couple books and a load of comics. Later at the department store, while he
was busy looking at some toys, I managed to sneak away and get a couple of
pairs of sexy Calvin Kleins for his dad.

On the drive home I needed to piss like a racehorse so I drove fast,
wondering whether to wait until we got home or pull up and piss off the
side of the road. Luckily I noticed a public restroom I had no idea was
even there.

"Daddy's gotta go take a piss," I told Eric, unbuckling my seatbelt. "I'll
be right back."

"No, I'll come with you!" he protested.

"Do you need to go as well?"

"No, I just wanna come."

"Okay, fine." I got out of the car and waited for him to get out and take
my left hand.

The restroom was empty and dirty but I'd seen much worse. There were three
green stalls, a metal trough, and a rusty old sink.

We walked to the urinal. I tried to let go of Eric's hand but he held on
tightly, so I struggled to unbutton my jeans with just my right hand. No
underwear. I pulled out my dick and immediately started pissing.

"Aaah!" I moaned. "That's better!" I said out loud. It felt heavenly. When
you finally get to piss after holding it in for so long, it feels almost as
good as an orgasm. My heavy stream hit the metal trough loudly, the noise
reverberating through the small restroom.

I could feel Eric's eyes on my dick, my crotch almost precisely at his eye
level. I think I was round his age when I saw my dad piss for the first
time. I remember thinking his dick was ginormous back then! Realistically,
by my standards today, he was probably nothing more than average. Me now,
I'm a good deal bigger-than-average. I wondered if my dick looked
gigantically large to Eric as well.

A couple of seconds later someone else came into the restroom. I heard him
walk to the urinal and stand on my right. I looked up. It was a very pretty
twink, probably around 20, with a beautiful smooth complexion. He unzipped
his jeans and pulled them down so that in the back they were just below his
ass (which was just as smooth as his face).

Interesting way to piss in public, I thought.

I looked down at his dick and noticed he wasn't pissing. He was either pee
shy (why didn't he use one of the stalls then?) or just wanted attention.
Was this one of THOSE kind of restrooms?

He started slowly stroking his dick. I looked up and saw him lick his lips.

Yup, definitely cruising, I thought.

I looked back at his ass again. My husband had a great ass (as did I, if I
dare say so myself) but there is something uniquely beautiful about an ass
that young (or is it all just in my head?)

After taking one hell of a long piss, I was finally done. I shook my dick
up and down, probably a couple times more than necessary, while looking at
the boy on my right.

The twink turned around and walked into the first stall. He closed the
stall door behind him but not all the way. There was no more movement.

"Okay," I said out loud and put my dick away, carefully zipping up with one
hand. "Come here."

I led Eric into the second stall and put down the lid. Luckily it was
somewhat clean. I pointed for him to sit down.

"Daddy's gotta go use the toilet," I said after he sat and I crouched down
so we were at eye level. "You wait here and lock the door, and don't open
it and don't go anywhere until I'm back, okay? I'm only gonna be a few
minutes."

"Okay," he said innocently.

"Here," I took off his backpack and pulled out a comic book. "Read
Spider-Man while you wait."

"Yay! Spider-Man's my favorite!"

"Good boy," I patted him on the head and closed the stall door behind me
and heard him lock it from the inside.

I went to the first stall, right next to the one Eric was in. The twink was
still there, with his jeans pulled down and his ass exposed. I closed and
locked the door, walked up to him, and put my hand between his cheeks.

"We only have a few minutes," I whispered as softly as possible, "and we
have to be extremely quiet."

"Okay," he said, stroking my chin with his long, skinny fingers over his
shoulder.

I pulled out my dick and the twink turned around, kneeled down, and put it
in his mouth.

"It's so big," he whispered, looking at me in the eyes with a smile on his
face.

He was a good cocksucker and managed to get me hard in about a minute. I
pulled him up by his chin, turned him around, and put my hard dick between
his ass cheeks. I spit loudly on my hand.

I tried to get some of the spit on his hole, and some on my dick. I was
leaking a bit of precum but it wasn't a lot. This was gonna be painful.

I pushed the head of my dick through his hole slowly, and watched him close
his eyes and clench his teeth. At least he was a trooper. He was very
tight. Could this be his first time? No, why would he be at a place like
this then?!

"Is that your kid?" he asked quietly, pointing at the stall next to us,
while I tried to slowly push my cock into his hole by the millimeter.

"Yes," I answered.

"Fuck," he said, biting down his lip. I wasn't sure if that was in reaction
to my answer or my dick up his ass.

"You got a wife waiting for you at home while you're out here doing this?"
he continued to whisper.

That wasn't exactly right, but I figured why spoil his fantasy.

"Yes," I said in his ear. My dick was now more than halfway up his hole.

"You're such a hot daddy! And you're so big," he moaned softly.

I had hoped this twink with his hot smooth ass would be a 2-minute fuck and
we'd be done. But with his tight hole and our need to keep quiet, that was
proving to be more difficult than I thought. I knew I should pull out, walk
away, take Eric back to the car and drive off. But I didn't.

My dick was now three-quarters in.

"You're so hot, Daddy," the twink continued.

I started thrusting a bit faster back and forth. I nibbled on his ear and
kissed the back of his neck.

"Yeah? You like that, son?" I grunted as quietly as I could. My dick was
now all the way in and I started to thrust faster and faster.

"Oh yes, Daddy," he moaned, a bit louder than I would've liked.

"You like that I'm here fucking you while my kid's in the next stall?"

"Oh yes, Daddy." I noticed his dick was hard and he was jerking himself
off. We were close.

Then suddenly, the restroom door opened. I heard footsteps walking to the
third stall and the stall door being closed and locked.

That was it. If there was another adult in this place I had to bail. I
couldn't risk getting caught and losing my son forever, no twink ass was
worth it.

I slowly started to pull out when I heard two people kissing. It was two
men who had walked into the third stall, and they were here for the same
exact reason as us. This definitely WAS that kinda restroom.

Fuck. I was so close. Just a couple more good thrusts and I could cum. By
the looks of the twink's hard dick he was ready as well.

I heard belts being unbuckled and zippers being undone in the third stall.
The men had no idea Eric was here so they weren't bothered with keeping it
down.

"Turn around papi," I heard a voice say as I picked up the pace and started
fucking my twink again.

"Ayyy, si," moaned a second voice.

This -- is -- the single -- stupidest -- thing -- I've done -- as a parent,
I thought to myself while thrusting with each word, back and forth inside
the twink's tight hole. But it was too late now. A man's two heads can't
think at the same time.

I started fucking quicker and stronger. "Ah. Ah. Ouch," the twink
whimpered. Instead of loosening up, his hole clenched even tighter. I
definitely didn't have a dick for beginners. This must be killing him. But
I didn't care. I just wanted to unload as fast as possible and get the FUCK
out of here!

"Aaa, si. Asi!" "Abre tu culito," I heard voices from the third stall. I
had to get out.

Then it happened.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside you!" I whispered to my twink.

"Okay, Daddy. Cum inside my hole," he said, his head turned to me, his eyes
closed. I focused on his face for the first time. He really was beautiful,
almost radiant. He deserved better than this. But for now he wanted my cum
inside his ass and that's exactly what he'd get.

"Fuck. Fuck! There it goes," I felt my dick unload in the twink's tight
hole. His hole finally started to relax, welcoming my cum. I gritted my
teeth as not to yell out. I continued to thrust a few more times to get out
all my seed.

I pulled out and used some toilet paper to clean my dick. The twink turned
around. His dick was still rock hard.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his hand on my face.

"Yes," I indulged him.

He kissed me, slowly and gently. Too gently for my liking, but I found it
cute.

"Do you wanna cum?" I asked, pointing to his throbbing dick.

"No, that's okay Daddy," he said with a smile.

I zipped up my jeans. "I gotta get the fuck out of here!" I said and turned
to leave, then turned around again and gave the twink another quick kiss.
"You take care."

I knocked on the door of the stall Eric was in. "It's me!" I said urgently.
The men in the third stall were still fucking, the sounds of dick going in
and out of ass clearly distinguishable to me.

Eric unlocked the door and came out. I grabbed his hand and literally
pulled him out of the restroom as quickly as I could walk.

Have you ever come out of a movie theater in the middle of the day and been
shocked by how bright it is outside? That's what walking out of that
restroom felt like, except it wasn't only my eyes that needed to adjust, it
was all of me.

It was like jumping from one dimension into another. The wild trees and
bushes and ill-maintained street around us looked beautiful, serene;
compared to a dingy public restroom where men go to fuck strangers in the
middle of the day. Not that this was my first fuck at a place like this,
far from it. But what the fuck was I thinking? I should've never brought
Eric to a place like that, not even for a piss. Shame is a wasted emotion,
I told myself as we walked to the car. Just do better next time.

I finally took a deep breath when we were both in the car and I shut the
door.

"You okay, tiger," I asked Eric, sitting on the back seat, still holding
his comic book.

"Yup," he said with a smile, looking sweet and innocent.

"Did Spider-Man save the world?"

"Spider-Man doesn't really save the world, Dad. He mostly works in New
York."


ERIC:


I was the first to wake up the day after our pool party. After being done
in the bathroom, I walked out to the hallway (naked, not that it mattered
since everyone was asleep) and walked past my dads' room.

Their door was open. They were both still asleep, cuddled up naked, Sven
lying on top of David. They looked so sweet, hugging and snoring softly. I
was tempted to jump in bed with them just like I did when I was a kid, but
I fought the urge only because I didn't want to wake them up.

They deserved some rest. Sounds like they were up late. I heard them up in
the middle of the night, having sex. Luckily Will was passed out and didn't
wake up. I wasn't sure if he'd be comfortable overhearing my parents
fucking. Most people wouldn't, although I couldn't understand why it was
SUCH a big deal. Honestly, I only had a problem with being woken up
unnecessarily; the fact someone was having sex didn't bother me in the
slightest. Why should it? Look how cute they looked cuddled up together,
how could anyone say that was bad? I decided to make breakfast for everyone
and bring it to them in bed.

I'm no chef, but I can toast some waffles and put some whipped cream and
slice some strawberries. I took my time doing that and making coffee, then
put everything on a tray to bring upstairs.

My dads were still snoozing, pretty much in the same position as earlier. I
put the tray down by the bed. I stood there hesitating whether to let them
sleep and find it when they get up, or wake them up now. What's the best
way to wake someone up? I decided to do it the same way I did when I was a
kid after all.

I climbed in bed with them. As a kid, I could be an asshole sometimes and
jump in kicking and screaming and shouting for them to get up so we could
watch cartoons. Now, I climbed in gently and gave David a hug (Sven was
lower on the bed, his head on David's stomach).

"Mmm. What're you doing here?" David said a couple minutes later, when he
woke up and opened his eyes.

"I made you guys some breakfast, if you're hungry."

"My my, there IS a first time for everything."

"Ha-ha. Do you want me to pass you something?"

"Just the coffee for now, please."

I passed him the mug. We lay like that cuddling for a couple minutes.

"Do you remember we used to do this every Sunday morning and watch
cartoons? You guys would read the newspaper."

David looked me in the eyes and took a few seconds to answer. "I do," he
said, stroking my hair. "I remember."

He took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, there's no newspaper anymore," he said a few seconds later, grabbing
the remote, "but there's still this."

He played whatever cartoon was on TV with the volume down low. A couple of
minutes later Sven stirred.

"Morning, son," he said and climbed up and hugged me from the other side so
I was lying on my back in the middle, with David on my right and Sven on my
left. I turned to David and put my hand on his chest, and Sven hugged me
from behind. It was already noon and too hot to need a cover, even though
we were naked.

"Why did we stop doing this?" I asked softly, while absentmindedly staring
at the TV.

"I don't know. You grew up, I guess," David said. He was playing with my
hair, as I stroked the hair on his chest (just like I did as a kid).

"Yeah, but why does it stop then? I still like cuddling," I smiled. "Like,
what's the exact age when it's no longer okay to hug and kiss your kid?"

"C'mere," David said and leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips.
"For you, never."

"Good," I said and gave him a soft kiss on the chest, my arms around his
torso.

I have no idea what the show on TV was but it was hypnotizing so we kept
watching. Sven fell back asleep behind me, snoring softly. After a while I
felt something poking my butt cheek. He was probably getting hard in his
sleep (like I did every single night). I hugged David tighter.

"Thanks for letting me move back in, Dad," I said.

"That's okay," David said. "We love having you here. I'm just sorry there
isn't more for you to do here, job-wise OR for fun."

"Yeah, that's definitely right. It sucks how there's no gay bars or clubs
anywhere around."

"You miss going out?

"Well I didn't get to go out to clubs much but the couple I've been to, I
loved it! Did you guys go out a lot when you were my age?"

"Honey, going out is like going to church compared to all the shit WE did
when we were your age."

"See, I wanna experience some of that."

"You really should. SOME of it. As soon as possible. You only get one
chance to do some things."

"Damn, Dad, way to make it sound like I'm dying."

"No, but... going out when you're young is different. I hardly ever go out
now, but I know if I did I would get a few people's attention, especially
if they're into daddies. But when I was your age... I'd walk into a club
and all eyes were on me. If not all then 90%, easy. 'Who's the new kid?'
people would say. Free drinks, free anything."

"Damn, Dad, you was a player!"

"More like a young kid rejected by his family trying to fill the void by
seeking validation from strangers. But 'player' sounds good as well," he
laughed. "But some of it was LOTS of fun as well. Shit I never thought
possible."

"Maybe Will and I will get to do that some day," I said hopefully. "Matter
of fact, let me go check on him. Don't forget your breakfast," I added,
slowly getting out of bed.

"Ooh, frozen waffles. You're really aiming for that Michelin star."

"Fuck you," I said jokingly, headed out of the room. "This is the last time
I do anything nice for you, I swear."


- - -


The college Will and I went to was super liberal and great with us being
gay, but the downside was there were no gay bars or clubs nearby. So as
soon as we both turned 21, I planned a night out to the nearest city for a
real party. The obsession with gay clubs came in part from binge-watching
all of Queer as Folk in my freshman year. But in part it was because of the
dichotomy of growing up surrounded by gay people (my dads and the vast
majority of their friends) yet living in a place so small there were
absolutely no queer spaces anywhere.

The Friday night bus ride to the city would've normally sucked, but we came
equipped with several Gatorade bottles full of vodka and juice so we were
nice and tipsy before we even made it to the first bar.

The first place was the most popular, mainstream gay bar in the city. It
was full when we got there, even though it was pretty early in the evening.
The crowd leaned toward younger, barely older than us. Some of the boys
were really cute, but many of them were too pretty for my taste. There
seemed to be a good amount of tourists, some of them there alone scrolling
through Grindr on their phones. Even though most of my best friends were
girls, I still found the amount of straight girls at this bar annoying.

Still, Will and I ordered a couple of drinks and we were having the time of
our lives! The music was awesome, and it was so much easier to relax
somewhere where absolutely no one knows you, or judges you. We started
making out, for the first time in such a crowded public place, our hands
all over each other, our bodies swaying to the music. We had huge smiles
plastered on our faces.

"I love you," Will said, in one of the rare moments we took a break from
kissing. It was the first time he'd said it.

"I love you too," I said it back and kissed him while Cher was playing in
the background.

A few older guys offered to buy us drinks. A few free drinks and shots
later I was drunk. I asked a random stranger to take a photo of Will and me
kissing, our tongues in each other's mouths. I posted it on Snapchat, then
thought to send it to someone else.

"He said I love you!!" I wrote in the group chat with my dads and attached
the photo.

"Good for you," David replied a couple minutes later.

"Save that sort of kissing for after marriage, young man!!" Sven texted.

I smiled at my phone. A part of me always wanted to emulate my dads'
relationship, and Will might just be The One to do it with.

"I gotta go pee," I told Will and tried to make it to the restroom without
stumbling.

I walked to the only free urinal. The guys standing at the other two
weren't even pissing, they were just standing there next to each other
kissing. Their dicks were out but they weren't hard or jerking off. (For
now. Who knows what they got up to later.) I finished pissing and sprinted
back to Will.

"Let's go to the next place!" I said. This bar was pretty vanilla, but I'd
read the other club had a dark room where people went to "play."

"But it's early... Oh shit it isn't!"

We both laughed. We checked the time and it turned out to be much later
than we thought. Time flies when you're having fun (and shooting free
drinks).

We walked to the club, thankfully just a few blocks away, holding hands.
There was a small crowd of men smoking and hanging out outside, most of
them older. This was more like it! Even though I was dating someone my age,
I still had a real soft spot for older guys.

We walked in and had to take a few seconds to adjust. This was definitely
not like the bar we just came from! The club was dark, strobe lights
flashing. The crowd was exclusively men, mostly older and beefier. Many of
them shirtless, some of them in just their underwear. There were three
platforms occupied by pornstar-looking gogo boys in jockstraps.

"Is this heaven?" was the first thought my drunk brain had.

I giggled to myself and pulled Will to the bar.

"First one's on the house," the bartender sent two shots sliding our way
before we even got a chance to order anything.

"Thanks!!" I tried to yell out to him.

"What is this?" Will asked eyeing his glass skeptically.

"Why cares?! CHEEEERS! To being gay!"

He rolled his eyes at me, but smiled. "Cheers."

We downed our shots. I have no idea what was in it but it was strong as
fuck.

Unlike at the other place I had no idea what this music was, but it kept me
moving. I took my shirt off and tucked it in my jeans.

"Look at you," Will said and put his hands on my chest. I leaned forward
and kissed him. He pinched my nipples, then let his hands roam across my
body as we kissed. A while later, we went to walk around the club, ogle the
gogo boys, then came back to our trusty spot by the bar.

"Oh my god! Is that Professor Carr?!" I said, pointing to a shirtless man
on the dance floor wearing short shorts and cool sneakers.

"Oh my god. Yes, yes it is!" Will confirmed. "I took English 101 with him."

"So did I, in my first semester. Monday-Wednesday?"

"Tuesday-Thursday."

"That's why we didn't have it together," I said. "Damn, we could've met
three years earlier. Imagine all the fucking we've missed out on." I kissed
him again. "Let's go say hi."

"Are you sure?" Will sounded hesitant. "He's a teacher."

"So, who cares? He teaches freshmen. Plus, he's hot."

"You think so?"

We both eyed Prof. Carr up and down. In his 30s and fairly handsome he was
always decent-looking for a professor, but he was hardly a sex symbol in
the plaid shirts and khakis he wore to class. Seeing him dance nearly naked
at a place like this, with sweat dripping down his hairy chest, was
literally seeing him in a whole new light. "Fuck, he IS hot," Will agreed.
"Wait right here."

I watched him walk to the dance floor and strike up a conversation with
Prof. Carr. What?! When did Will become the more outgoing one? I must be
rubbing off on him.

A minute later they both walked up to me.

"Prof. Carr, and this is my boyfriend Eric."

"Of course, I remember both of you boys," he said and tried to be discreet
about sizing my shirtless body up and down. "And please, when we're here
call me Andrew."

"Mind if I stick to Prof. Carr, just for my sake?" I said and winked.
(Fuck, this place made me even more forward than usual.)

"In that case, sure," he answered and winked back. "Can I buy you guys a
drink?"

He bent down (Nice ass, I noticed) and pulled out some cash from his white
athletic socks.

"Sure," I said. "Surprise us."

"Are we flirting, what's going on?" Will asked me as soon as Prof. Carr
turned his back.

"I don't know, you're the one who dragged him here," I said defensively.

Will kissed me and we continued making out until Carr interrupted us,
struggling to hold three glasses.

"Cheers! To... surprising developments," I said, as Prof. Carr and I made
eye contact and clinked glasses.

"Yeah," Will said and took a sip. "Funny bumping into you here."

"Not really," Carr replied. "I'm a regular. Never seen you boys here
before, though."

"It's our first time," I said. "Like two virgins."

"Oh well then. We'll be gentle with you."

The music was too loud to talk too much so we drank while dancing and
eyeing the gogo boy nearest to us. He was bending down and exposing his
ass, while accepting tips in the straps of his jock. Some of the men just
slipped them in there, while others were handsier and gave his ass a nice
kneading squeeze first.

"Are you boys spending the night in the city?" Prof. Carr asked a few
minutes later, trying to yell over the music. I leaned in with my ear to
his mouth, putting my right hand on his sweaty lower back.

"Kinda," I yelled back. "I found a 24-hour diner close to here, so we'll
head there when this place closes and wait for the first bus that leaves in
the morning."

"Oh no, that's a horrible way to end a night. I've got a hotel room just a
few blocks from here. There's plenty of room if you want to crash."

(to be continued...)


WILL:


I woke up the day after the pool party with my head thumping. What the fuck
happened last night? The party was too much in and of itself. But then I
saw Sven alone in the middle of the night, didn't I? Fuck.

I woke up with Eric next to me, reading something on his iPad.

"Good morning," he said. "Well, afternoon at this point."

"Hey," I mumbled. "I need a shower."

I stumbled out of bed and walked to the bathroom as fast as I could.

"Okay, baby. I'll see you downstairs in the kitchen," I heard Eric say
behind me.

Get in the shower, don't think about anything just get in the shower, I
kept thinking.

As soon as the water hit me a part of me felt better. I stood still in the
tiny shower, with absolutely nothing on my mind for as long as I could. But
the thoughts crept in.

So what now, do I tell Eric everything? What is there to tell, that I
kissed his dad? Or did everyone already know, did Sven already tell them?
Do I blame it on the alcohol or fess up to it? What was it I was fessing up
to, I wasn't even sure myself.

Step by step, don't do anything until you sober up completely, continued my
inner voice. I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth, and put on shorts
and a T-shirt before heading downstairs.

I was again overdressed compared to everyone else there: Eric and David,
both of them wearing white briefs, looking quite similar.

"Morning, party boy," David said paternally. "Want some coffee?"

"Just some water and something to eat," I said dryly. "Some toast, please."

"Coming right up."

I sat next to Eric and he gave me a hug and a kiss before going back to
whatever he was reading.

A bottle of water and two slices of toast later, I was starting to feel
some semblance of normalcy again. Until of course, Sven walked in, casually
naked, his pierced dick swinging between his legs as he walked.

"Good day, everyone. Any more coffee for daddy?"

Was his dick half-hard?! Probably not, but I'd seen it enough times to know
that this wasn't him completely soft, he was at least a bit chubbed up.

"Of course, honey," David answered from his chair, and grabbed Sven's
asscheek to give it a squeeze before getting up to fetch him a mug.

"So I have some news for everyone," Sven said, reaching for a chair and
turning it around, straddling the backrest. Oh shit, what was he about to
say?

"Eric, your dad told me about the conversation you guys had earlier --,"
(Conversation about what?!) "-- and it got me thinking. I realized we never
got you a graduation gift. Now, if I wanted to be responsible I would get
you something practical like a car or a check for a security deposit for
your own place --" (Okay, phew, this didn't seem to have anything to do
with me) "-- but you know what, fuck being responsible, I'm doing something
fun!"

He really got Eric's attention now.

"Really? What?!" Eric perked up.

"We're going on a trip. All four of us, this summer. Not sure where, I know
I definitely wanna hit up Berlin, and then probably a few places nearby as
well. We'll get a hotel or we'll all share a B&B. Your dad told me you
never got to go to a gay club other than some spots close to your school
but I promise they got NOTHING on the places we'll go to in Europe.
There'll be no sightseeing or touristy shit. We'll sleep until noon, get up
and have lunch, then hit up all the hotspots. I'm flipping the bill, and we
get to do whatever YOU want. No limits."

"Oh my god. Are you fucking serious?" Eric's jaw dropped.

"Yup. That's why I wanted us to come, so we can watch over you a bit and
make sure you don't get into anything too dangerous. But I promise we're
not gonna go all paternal and cockblock you."

"Dad!!" Eric said excitedly and got up to run to Sven. Sven moved so Eric
could sit on his lap and give him a hug. "This is gonna be the best summer
ever!"


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I hope chapter 5 was worth the wait! As always, thanks for all the messages
(and photos) some of you have sent. Your emails really help keep me
motivated (and horny) to continue with the story. If you want to get in
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