Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2017 20:42:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Parental Unit

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I still felt a little bit awkward around them, but the boys - well, the
men, I guess - couldn't have been more at ease. It's just how they were,
how they'd always been. Connected, together, big and happy and totally
comfortable in their skin. Since they were in high school, I guess, and it
had just grown deeper over time between them. Not a phase, like I'd
initially thought - Bennett was 30 now, and Davis was coming up right
behind him, and it looked like they were in it for the long haul
together. A couple. Brothers and partners.

I watched them splash around down at the base of the waterfall - one of
their favorite places, and they'd been excited to show it to me. This was
my first time out in Hawaii since my honeymoon with their mother. Ancient
history, like the marriage now. The boys had been out here for almost a
year, in a nice little house on a hillside, a mango tree in the yard. Two
bedrooms - one for me, and one for them. The first time they'd really been
explicitly open as a couple around me. Something that had nagged at the
back of my mind since they were younger, and first getting into the depth
of their brotherly bond. Becoming the couple they were now, in hindsight.

We hadn't really talked about it, because how do you broach that subject
with your own sons? Instead, they just kind of put themselves out there for
me to accept. Ben's big arm slung round his younger brother's thick neck
with unmistakable intimacy. Their bare knees pressed companionably together
on the sofa on their deck. The way Ben's hand moved from the Jeep's
stickshift to Davis' thigh on the drive up here. All the visual cues of a
couple very much in love.

We hadn't talked about it, because I didn't know how. But last night, my
first night, as they'd leaned against the deck railing either side of me,
the three of us listening to the ocean, looking down at the lights, when
Ben's thick arm slipped round my waist on one side, and then Davis' on the
other, I went with it. Went with the slow surge of my paternal cock in my
shorts, thickening faster as Davis' lips pressed softly to the muscle of my
shoulder.

"We're glad you're here, Dad," Ben had said from the other side, and when I
turned to smile at him, already feeling the flush of excitement and nerves
on my face, he leaned in and kissed my lips, slow and soft.

"Glad you're with us, big guy," Davis said, and I turned to see his
handsome face, so much like his big brother's, leaning in to press his lips
to mine.

It had been happening like this for years. I'd gotten sucked into the
incestuous intimacy of their bond, first when Ben came home from his
freshman year at State, when I came across the two of them making out down
in the basement, and somehow found myself drawn in with them. Led by my
pulsing father cock, and the memories of how things used to be with my own
brothers, back in the day. I still to this day shot regular loads
remembering the look on Davis' face as Ben fucked his load out of him right
in front of me. The hungry, needy look on his handsome young features as he
drew me in to kiss him, his cum still spurting, hitting my stomach as I
tasted my youngest son's tongue for the first time. The way Ben's big hands
covered mine on Davis' bare hips and squeezed. The way the two of them had
made me cum that night.

Last night had been just as intense as ever, intense and exciting. So
taboo, which fueled the heat even further. But there was more to it than
the taboo - there was the feeling of being privileged to witness something
more, to be invited into the unbreakable bond between two handsome,
muscular young men. They'd folded themselves around me, a symphony of hands
and lips and tongues and cocks, young muscles and fur pressed tightly to
me. Slipping up into the tightness of my youngest was a singular
experience, made even more so by the feeling of my eldest's big,
blunt-tipped cock pressing insistently at my own tightness. Pressing,
nudging, then breaching my hole. Filling me up slowly, skilfully, fucking
the load right out of me and up inside of Davis as the boys licked and
kissed and nuzzled at the sweat of my skin.

Nobody had ever fucked me like my eldest son. Few had ever fucked me
fullstop, but Ben set to it with passion, intensity, and skill. Making sure
I got off before he did. Making me feel things inside nobody else ever
had. Especially when I looked up at his face, and saw the echoes of my own
father so strong in his handsome young features. Looking just like the
first man I'd ever had a crush on. Whispering, "Cum for me, big guy," the
same thing my own father had always called me, saying the words I'd always
wanted my own father to say.

So I always felt a little awkward after one of my encounters with my
sons. But more so than ever before, today. Because as Ben had fucked a
second load into me last night, big muscles bulging and aglow with sweat as
he loomed over me and rocked his thick cock inside of me, he'd called me
"big guy". And before I knew what I was doing, not even thinking, I'd
moaned out the word "Daddy", and the two of us had come with a fiery
intensity, Ben's eyes going big at the sound of that word. Such a heavy
word. So freighted.

We hadn't said anything more about it, but Ben had cradled my own big body
up against his as we slept, Davis pressed against my front, and the last
thing I remembered before drifting off into sleep, soothed by Ben's big
hands rubbing my stomach and chest, was the feeling of his lips grazing the
side of my neck, up to my ear, and the deep warmth of his voice, whispering
to me.

"Everything's gonna be alright, big guy."

I watched my boys now, at ease down there in the water together, and
wondered how everything could be alright now. Now that Ben had scratched my
surface a little deeper than either of us had expected. But when they
looked up to see me watching them, smiled, and waved me down, I went to
them anyway.

The water felt good on my sweaty skin, and I was glad I'd kept in good
shape for the hike up here to the falls. I wasn't as big and defined as the
boys were, of course, but they'd inherited their builds from me, and I knew
I looked pretty damn good for my age. I tried not to think too much about
the ways my sons had enjoyed my body over the years, much less how I'd
enjoyed theirs, but all of that was there in the air between us even more
strongly this morning. I still felt awkward, but also compelled, drawn into
their easy, masculine fraternal bond. Their intimacy. Made welcome by them.

We talked, swam, splashed around, and just as I felt the awkwardness ease a
little, receding back beneath the warmth of our familial bond, Davis swam
up behind me and eased his big arms around my waist, as Ben surfaced with a
big smile, shaking the water out of his thick, dark hair. I felt the heft
of Davis' big young cock against the thickness of my ass, making my own
cock thicken in response. Even more so when Ben reached over to squeeze the
muscles of my upper arms warmly.

"Last night, Dad, you said something," he said, and I felt myself blush as
I tried to look away, suddenly all hot with shame. But he just touched his
fingers to the underside of my chin and drew my face back up to look at
him.

"You said something, something deep," he went on, and god, the combination
of his eyes and voice were almost hypnotic. Usually I was the confident
one, the man in charge, the one people looked to for the answers. But here,
with the boys... it was different. And I found myself welcoming it, the
ability to give in a little and just be.

"I don't know where that came from, buddy," I said almost weakly, feeling
the shame burning crimson all over my face. He just smiled, shook his head
lightly.

"Doesn't matter where it came from, big guy," he said. "But it came from
deep down, didn't it, Dad? Down in here."

He tapped my chest, over my heart, for emphasis, and all I could do was
nod.

"You've been one hell of a father to us, Dad," he said, shifting in a
little closer. "You could have freaked out, knowing your sons were in love
with each other. But you didn't. You could have stopped us, or kicked us
out, or shamed us. But you didn't."

"You let us be us, Dad," Davis said from behind me, squeezing his big arms
around me. "And we want you to be you. Whoever you want to be, with us."

"There's something you wanted when you were younger, isn't there, Dad?" Ben
said, slipping his arms under Davis' around me, so I was sandwiched between
their big young bodies. "Something we got to have with you, because we were
lucky. But you never got to have that, did you?"

"The chance to be a son with a dad who loved you deeply," Davis went on,
brushing his lips up and down the side of my neck as Ben leaned in to
mirror the gesture on the other side. Jesus, this was intense. My heart was
racing, my head starting to spin a little, and all the while, my cock
pulsed and throbbed and kept growing and growing inside my board shorts.

"Davey and me, we came out here to be together, Dad," Ben murmured. "To be
family. Maybe raise a family. Be fathers ourselves."

"Raise a son of our own together, Dad," Davis said.

"Two fathers... brothers... raising a son together," Ben said, tilting my
chin again and brushing his lips over mine. "Close. The way we wanted to be
raised. The way you wanted to be raised too, am I right, big guy?"

I nodded, all swept up in the intensity of the moment, the warm crush of
their muscles on either side of me, their hands and lips grazing over my
skin. Knowing on a gut level what they were saying. What they wanted to
say. What could be... and wanting it. Wanting it bad.

"Maybe it's time for you to have that, big guy," Ben said. "Time with your
Dad, the way you always wanted."

"Your Dads," Davis said into my ear. "Your sons... us... we'd like to be
that for you. With you."

"Would you like to be that with us, big guy?" Ben said, his eyes locked on
mine, so deep I felt like I could almost swim in them. "Let your sons be
your dads for you?"

I was nodding before I even knew what I was doing. Nodding, and feeling
something inside me lift. Something heavy, and old. Ben smiled, and Davis'
lips pressed even more firmly against that spot that always drive me a
little nuts, just behind my ear.

"We love you, son," Ben said, grazing his lips over mine again. "We've
always loved you."

"Just relax, let go, and let us, son," Davis echoed. "Let it be whatever it
is."

"Ah god," I moaned, feeling like I could cry or cum or both. "I love you
guys, you know that? I love you... Dads."

Jesus, just saying it out loud like that was nearly enough to get me
shooting. Davis' hands slipped inside my shorts to pull them down, as his
big brother... my eldest... my son, becoming so fatherly and intimate with
me, slipped his thick tongue inside of my mouth, and right there in the
moment, it really was like all those feverish teenage dreams I'd had,
coming to life. Dreams of my father sweeping me up in his big, thick arms
and kissing me deep. Deeper than my brothers did. Deeper than my
wife. Kissing me like only a father can kiss his son, full of pride and
passion and paternal love.

I felt it, that paternal power, that paternal love, rolling off of my sons
as they slipped out of their shorts and against me, naked and hard, the
mist of the waterfall fresh on our skin as we kissed and ground and thrust
together, whispering intense, passionate words of incestuous love and lust
together. Slipping out of the paternal role I'd always filled these past
thirty years, and not always easily. Slipping out of that, and into the
ease and freedom of being a kid again. A kid finally at one with the
father... the fathers... he'd always craved.

There was no shame in letting my sons slide their cocks inside me now, no
guilt or awkwardness. They took turns and took their time, fucking me
slowly and well on the bank beside the waterfall, kissing and nuzzling and
stroking and fucking me with tenderness and heat all mixed up. They were
going to make great fathers. Maybe one day they'd bring their son down here
to this place, and show him what they were showing me.

"Stay with us, son," Ben said over me, his big muscles flexing beautifully
in the sunlight as he thrust deeper into me. "Stay with us here... be
family with us..."

"Help us be good fathers, like you are, son," Davis said, leaning in to
kiss me as Ben nodded and fucked me approvingly.

"We can be whatever we want to be out here, son," Ben said, and the way
they kept saying that, calling me 'son', every time, it's like it helped it
sink in even more. Who I could be, with them. A chance to explore that
thing I'd always craved so much.

"So come be who you want to be with us.. with your dads, son," Davis said,
and this time it was me pulling his handsome face to mine to kiss him, as
my balls throbbed and my cock started to shoot, unbidden, all over the
sweaty muscles of my stomach.

"Fuck yeah, big guy," Ben said, fucking up into me, fucking the cum out of
me... out of his son, now. "You ready for your dads' loads, son?"

I nodded as Davis pulled back, crawling down to lick the fresh-shot cum off
my stomach, then leaning up to his brother to kiss him and share it back
and forth.

"Fuck, our boy's first load with his dads, baby," Ben growled lovingly. "So
fuckin' sweet."

"Just the first of many, right big guy?" Davis grinned down at me, ruffling
my sweaty hair paternally as his big brother tensed up all over, dropped
his head back, and moaned deep and low as he shot his paternal seed inside
of me.

Ben pulled out, his big chest sill heaving, his whole muscular body aglow
with sweat, and Davis took his place, sliding his big, thick young cock up
inside the cum-slicked tightness of my ass. We locked eyes, and I finally
found my voice as I stared at the thick, muscular beauty of him.

"Cum for me, Dad," I grunted, squeezing his big, bulging upper arms. "Breed
your boy... like your husband just did."

"Aw FUCK!" Davis bellowed, echoing all around us, and his big muscles
flexed up hard all over, his face frowning and gaping, eyes locked on mine
with that kind of faraway wonder he got when he came.

I almost expected it to feel awkward afterwards, the three of us laying on
the cool, moist grass by the water, wrapped up in the postcoital glow. God
knows, it should have felt awkward, or weird - not just fucking around with
your sons like we'd done, but giving in and giving up the role I'd played
more than half my life. Letting my sons assume it, and letting myself be
who I wanted to be. It was a trip, to be sure. But somehow, it didn't feel
awkward at all. It just felt right.

"We weren't kidding about you coming out here to be with us, son," Ben
said, nuzzling my sweaty temple, and I was relieved to hear him still call
me that. Relieved, and excited.

"You could retire, y'know," Davis said from the other side. "Sell up, and
come be with your family. The way you want to be, son."

"You'll always be our Dad - that's never gonna change, big guy," Ben
said. "But we'd love to have you out here with us, to be something more,
too. To be this, together."

"To just be family," Davis said, and kissed me. "Together, Dad... son."

I thought about what awaited me back home in Ohio. An empty house, a job I
was bored with no matter how well-paid it was. The quiet, kind of solitary
life of a divorced, late-middle-aged man. A man who was ready to explore
again. For things to be different. To discover... more.

"And what happens when you two finally manage to actually have a son of
your own?" I said, one eyebrow raised.

"Well, I guess you'll have a little brother... and a grandson, big guy,"
Ben grinned.

"We'll work all that out later, when it happens," Davis laughed. "But right
now, we already have a son..."

"One we love very much," Ben finished. "We'll show you how much, if you
come be with us."

An adventure, was what all this sounded like. I needed an adventure. I
needed more. I needed this. My boys, my family... my men, no matter what we
all called ourselves. What roles we played. We were family, and we were
together, and that was the greatest adventure of all. One I was ready to
start, for sure.