Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2020 19:46:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Parker <jpstory@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robin (Incest)

Hi! My name is James Jeffries and I live in this huge house with my son,
Robin. I'm 37 years old and my son is almost 14 (going on twenty-five),
he's a real pistol, but I love him to death.  My wife talked me into
buying this big place after we had been married for about a year and
right before she got pregnant with Robbie.  We both had good jobs and my
parents gave us an unregistered second mortgage, so I relented and here
we are.  We both had good jobs and my parents gave us an unregistered
second mortgage, so I relented and here we are.
My story begins six years ago.  When Robbie was eight his mom walked out
on us, literally.  When I got home from work that day, I was surprised to
find Robbie home alone, Edie had a large office on the second floor and
worked from home.
"Where's mom," I asked him.
"Dunno," he said, "She wasn't here when I came home."
I went to our bedroom, it was a master suite on the main floor, thinking
she might not be feeling well.  What I found knocked me for a loop.
There were clothes strewn all over, her dresser drawers were empty and
hanging open, her three Louis Vuitton suitcases (She had champagne
tastes, if you hadn't already figured that out.) which were stored in
the back of her walk-in closet were gone.  There was no note, nothing.
She even left her phone on the night stand so I couldn't call her. I
didn't know whether I wanted to scream or cry; I didn't know whether I
was feeling rage or ruin.
I walked out of my room, closed the door, and said, "C'mon son we're
going to Luigi's for dinner."  I probably had one more beer than I
should have and felt guilty that I was putting my son at an unnecessary
risk, I'm not the kind of guy who hides in a bottle.  By the time he
finished his tiramisu and we had the necessary talk I felt it was safe to
drive home.
"Robbie," I said, "This is just as hard for me to say as it will be
for you to hear, but I don't think we're going to be seeing your mom
again."  He was in absolute shock, a deer in the headlights. "Oh?" is
all he said.
We drove home in silence.  I wanted to say something, but I didn't know
what.  When we got home, we hugged each other in the foyer, and then he
burst out sobbing and collapsed in my arms.  We both ended up on the
floor crying in each other's arms.  It seems like hours later, but it
wasn't, we both stopped crying, Robbie looked up at me, both of us red
faced, and said, "Dad, can I sleep with you tonight, I've never felt as
alone and empty as I do now?"
I said, "Absolutely, son, but we'll do it in your room." I didn't
want him to see what his mother had done to ours.  The next day I drove
him to school. I took the day off and got rid of every personal vestige
of Edie, either throwing it away or putting it in a bag for Goodwill.
When the bus dropped Robbie off, he walked into the house and found me
just finishing up getting rid of the "trash".
"What are you doing home" he said?
"It wasn't a good day," I said.
He put his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs around my waist and
said, "We'll get through this dad, we have to."  My eight-year-old
philosopher son was better able to grasp the reality we had to face than
I was.
"I've got supper on the stove."  "I know, I can smell it" he said,
"spaghetti and meatballs."  We talked and shared our feelings.
"Mom hasn't been much of a mom for a long time."  I didn't tell him,
but she hadn't been a wife for a long time either.  "Can I sleep in
your room tonight."  "No," I said.  The look on his face was
devastating. "I don't have my room anymore, it's our room."  The pain
I had caused him intensified the catharsis. "You still have your room if
you need some privacy, but that big room is ours, and that big bed is
ours for as long as you want to sleep in it." He climbed up on me and
threw his arms around my neck and said, "How about forever?"
Three days after Edie left, I got a call from the bank.  Our automatic
mortgage payment had been denied.  I found out that she had cleaned out
all of the bank accounts, almost a hundred thousand dollars. I was up
shit creek.  I called my dad, he and mom used to live only a mile from
us, but when my mom developed early onset Alzheimer's at 40 they moved
to Pensacola because Pennsylvania winters would have been too harsh for
her.  I explained the situation and he had his broker wire a substantial
amount of cash to my account.  Once I was able to get finances back under
control, I paid him back.  Robbie had never known his grandparents; he
was just a baby when they moved to Florida.
Robbie and I have shared that bed and bedroom ever since Edie left.  When
he was twelve, we became sex partners and have been for almost two
years.  He is the only partner I've had since Edie left.
Four months ago, mom passed, and Robbie and I drove down for the
funeral.  The morning we left for Pensacola Robbie woke up to find his
cock in my mouth.  He rubbed my head and flipped over to 69 with me. We
climaxed at almost the same time.  It was almost always that way.  It was
uncanny.  He cuddled up to me for a few minutes.  "Son, that's got to
be all the sex until we get back home again, and while we're at my
dad's you're going to have to keep your clothes on."  I swatted him on
the butt.  "Go take a quick shower because I need one too and then we
need to go."  "Come and take one with me." "No way you imp, you know
that when we both get in that shower together it could be an hour before
we come out.  You go use the regular shower upstairs.  If I let you use
the big one it wouldn't be quick."
We piled into my truck just as the sun was coming up.  "I'm hungry,"
Robbie said.  I chuckled and said, "I already fed you breakfast."
"Unless you want me in your lap for a second helping," he said, "I
really need something to eat."  "McDonalds or Waffle House?" "Waffle
House." My choice too.
When we got to my dad's place it was already dark.  He greeted us at the
door.  I shook his hand; dad wasn't a hugger-mugger.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm really okay, son.  I've done all the crying for the last four
years.  Your mom's passing was a blessed relief for both of us, I won't
tell you what the last few months were like."
"Dad, this is your grandson Robin.  Robbie, meet your grandfather,
you're named after him."
Robbie got the hug I hadn't felt for year.
The two of them hit it off immediately.  Seeing the two of them reminded
me of just what a wonderful father I had growing up.  I wanted to grab
him and hug him and kiss him, but that wasn't going to happen. We stayed
with him for two days.  I was pretty much the odd man out, not that I was
feeling neglected, but dad and my son were stuck together like Velcro. On
the way back to Pittsburg my son was playing with his phone.  Making idle
conversation I said, "Whatcha doin?"  "Texting gramps," he said.
I've talked with dad at least once a month, but he and Robbie I think
are in constant communication.
When I came home from work one day Robbie said.  "Gramps is going to
call you tonight; he says its important."  About eight o'clock the call
came.  I answered fearing the worst.  I didn't even say hello, I
answered with, "Is everything okay, dad?"
"Never better, Jim, I'm going to sell the house."  Dad still owned the
house I grew up in and had been using it as rental property since they
moved to Florida.  "They've passed some new zoning restrictions that
would require me to invest about 40 grand into the property and I don't
want to do that.  I've got to come up and handle the legal paperwork and
make arrangements to sell that furniture and stuff.  I wanted to know if
I could crash at your place next weekend."
"You can certainly stay in the house, but Robbie and I are going to be
spending a long Fourth of July weekend at the cabin (which he also
owns).  Since you have to come up anyway, why don't you come to the
cabin with us.  It would be like old times for us and Robbie will be
absolutely giddy to spend time with you again."  The phone was quiet for
a few seconds and then he said "You know, Jim, that is a damn good
idea."  I told him when he needed to be here and he said he'd be up the
night before, just to make sure.  "Don't tell Robbie, I know you two
are connected with a cyber umbilical, but I don't want him to know until
you're actually here. Are you driving up?"
"No, I'm flying."
"I'll pick you up."
"Don't bother, since this all involves a business transaction, I can
deduct all my costs.  In Florida it doesn't make any difference, but the
taxes I pay in Pennsylvania will offset a lot of the expense. I'll take
a cab over to your place.  I'll call you when the cab drops me off and
you can tell Robbie you left something on the porch for him, be ready
with a camera, I really want you to catch this."
"It will be a special moment for all of us." I said. "See you next
Thursday,"
I went over my shopping list for the trip and increased what I needed to
accommodate another man, including an additional case of beer.  Dad loves
his beer.  I also had to pack some clothes, Robbie and I were pretty much
naked all of the time we spent at the cabin, bringing only a couple of
matching designer swim bikinis for when we drove down to the lake. I put
those away and got out some more conservative swim trunks. I didn't know
how Dad would react to those swim briefs, and I definitely didn't want
him to know that I would let Robbie wear them.  I have a respectable male
package and I'm fairly proud of the bulge I show in that bikini.
Robbie, on the other hand, well let me just say that Robbie's junk is
almost identical to mine.  In my 33 inch waist bikini I look nice.  With
that package and Robbie's much smaller body, in a 28 inch waist bikini
he looks like he's been photoshopped, but it's all him.
Dad's flight landed around six at night, the ride from the airport was
about one hour, so I expected him around seven thirty.  I fed me and my
son with spaghetti and meatballs and a salad, he ate twice as much as I
did, except for the salad.  I don't know where he put as much as he ate,
he was a buff young dude with a nice slim, toned body; I don't know what
he was doing with all those calories.  We were sitting around in our
underwear, I had a t-shirt on, he was just wearing his briefs, pretty
much the uniform of the day in our house.  My phone rang and dad said
"I'm out here. Do you have a camera ready?"
"Whatcha doin, son" I asked.  "Texting gramps, but he's not
answering."  Oh, this is going to be sweet I thought to myself!  Son, I
left something on the front porch, can you go get it for me.  He put his
phone down. I followed him to the door with my digital camera set on
video, I didn't want to miss any of this.  Robbie opened the door did a
quick double take and screamed "Grandpa!" so loud they could have heard
it all the way to Erie.  Robbie climbed onto his body like a kinkajou and
my dad walked into our house with my son hanging off him.  I went out to
get his luggage, and when I got back, he had finally peeled my son off
his body. Before I was able to say anything my dad actually hugged me,
something he hadn't done since I was Robbie's age.  I teared up a
little bit, who wouldn't, I didn't think that would ever happen again.
Robbie said, "Dad, do we have to go to the cabin.  I want to stay with
Grandpa?" I told him that my dad was going to be coming with us and he
screamed and was hanging on my dad again.  I looked at my dad and said,
"We may need to find a surgeon to get that thing off of you."  Dad was
loving it.
"Are you hungry, dad? I've got some pretty good spaghetti and meatballs
and a nice tossed salad."
"Actually son, I am hungry, they don't feed you on airplanes like they
used to.  And do you have  ..."
Before he finished his sentence I said " a beer, or two."
"That's my boy," he said patting me on the shoulder.
Dad followed me into the kitchen with my son still hanging around his
neck.
"Robbie," I said, "Grandpa is hungry and it would be really hard for
him to have supper with you there."
I served up dad a plate of food, then poured two Heinekens into a large
German stein which I never used.  He took a long quaff from the stein,
made a satisfied groan, and then reached for the salt shaker.  I put my
hand on his and said, "Don't dad, I'm a pretty good cook, and you
really won't need that.  Please taste it first."
"Really good son," he said, and let the shaker sit on the counter.
Half way though his dinner he commented, "Aren't you two a little under
dressed?"
"That's a matter of perspective, from my point of view you're way over
dressed.  You have to admit that we look way more comfortable than you.
If we were expecting company, we wouldn't be dressed like this but
you're not company, you're dad."
He smiled and said, "Okay, after dinner I just might get into the family
uniform."
"Dad, you can have your own room, we have more than we need, but the
best bed in the house is my king size sleep number bed and there's lots
of room.  I often find Robbie lying there next to me in the morning."  I
didn't tell him that he always starts there the night before.
"I'll take you up on that, Jim," he said.  "No need to make up an
extra bed we don't really need."
After dinner I took Dad to our room and asked him which side of the bed
he wanted.  He said the one closest to the bathroom, men my age usually
don't sleep through the night.  I went back to clean up the kitchen and
when I came out Dad was sitting in the game room (we had way too many
rooms in this house) in his boxers and a t-shirt.  I smiled and said to
myself "Welcome home, dad."
Robby introduced dad to Xbox and thrashed dad for a few contests until
dad caught on.  I could tell when dad got to the point where he could
master the games, and I knew that he could put Robbie in his place. But
he didn't. (My dad was still sharp as a tack, I shuddered hoping that I
would be like him instead of my mom.) Robbie had a big surprise coming
when we got back from the cabin, and I couldn't wait.
Nine o'clock came and I sent Robbie to bed.  Shower tonight I said, you
won't' have time in the morning.
"Can I use the big one?"
"No, use the one in your room. Grandpa and I will need the one in my
room, and you'd be in there for an hour if I let you."
He gave my dad and me a big hug and a kiss and ran off to his room.  He
hadn't spent the night in there in six years.  I felt a little sorry for
both of us.
"Another beer before we go to bed." I asked.
"You can read your old man like a book."
We took our drinks to the bedroom.  Dad said," I'm going to catch a
shower."  I told him just a minute, our shower could probably
accommodate four people who knew each other well and had lots of gizmos,
it was pretty much a carwash for your body.  I explained the basics to
him and then said, "Have fun, keep switching levers you've never had a
shower like this."  When he came back to bed, I was sure that shower had
taken care of pretty much everything he needed. He seemed very relaxed. I
looked at my dad's body. Damn, he was a beautiful man, almost 60 years
old, but in incredible shape. When I was younger, he was a fucking
Adonis, every muscle perfectly toned with a nice layer of fur covering
his chest and abs. He still looked pretty much like that, not quite as
toned, but still very fit. The six pack was still there, but not as
obvious, and the more than otter pelt still covered his body.  I didn't
know if I'd be able to sleep with that body in bed with me, but I had no
choice.  I woke up in the morning with a woodie, my half naked dad was
lying next to me and I got so hard it hurt, I had to work it off not
caring if my dad saw me.  I came quickly with a blast that covered my
face and chest, it was so strong that it was a mixture of pleasure and
pain.  I'd never had a climax that hurt, but it was really a special
experience.  I got up with cum running down my body and went to take a
shower.  I saw where dad had left the settings on the dials and knew that
his shower had a happy ending for him.
I went down to start breakfast, and then woke Robbie up. "Go wake up
grandpa" I said, "but don't maul him."  When breakfast was almost
ready and no one had come in yet I went into my bedroom to see my son
laying against my dad's chest he was running his hands through the hair
on his body. Just as I came in, he was sticking his fingers into the
waist of my dad's shorts.  I grabbed his hand. I picked him up off the
bed and reminded him that you don't do anything with anyone unless they
know you're going to do it and want you to.  "I'm sorry, dad, but he
is as hot as you are, I just had to play with him." I smiled, knowing
how hard it was to keep my hands off that body all night, knowing that a
13-year-old wouldn't have the same self-control.  "Okay, son, wake
Grandpa up, but leave his body alone.  Breakfast is ready."
Dad and son came into the kitchen arm in arm.  Dad was only wearing his
boxers, apparently comfortable with the house rules now.  We had pancakes
and scrambled eggs; the bacon I had planned was overcooked while I saved
my dad from my son.  We cleaned up, packed up and headed for the cabin.
On the way I asked Robbie, "What are you going to do without Xbox for
three days?"
"I don't know, Gramps and I will figure out something."
  Oh, shit I said to myself, if he's thinking about what I think he is,
were going to be in a shitload of trouble.  When we got to the cabin, we
unloaded all of the supplies, as dad was putting the groceries away in
the kitchen, I took Robbie out to the porch, took him by the shoulders
and said, "Listen to me son, while we are up here there is going to be
no sex of any kind between anybody.  You know what NO means son? "
"Yeah dad," he said.
"You better, or I'm going to cut your best friend off and feed it to
you, no ketchup."
My cocky little son said, "You wouldn't do it, you like it too much."
"Don't push me son, there are a lot of those out there, and they're
not all attached to a smart-ass teenager." Then I hugged him, gave him a
kiss and repeated, "No means no. And keep your undies on."
After dinner we went out on the porch to watch the sunset. Dad came out
and handed me a beer, I think I brought enough, it's a long drive to get
more.  Robbie went and got himself a soda, came out and snuggled up
against his Grandpa, he put his hand on dad's lap.  I said, "No
ketchup." And he pulled his hand back.  The cabin offered a beautiful
view of the sunset over the valley, and tonight's was especially
beautiful. I got up and said I'm going to get us some nibbles, but no
ketchup I emphasized.  Dad looked at me and said, "There's ketchup in
there, I remember putting it away." "Not tonight."  I said.
The cabin was just one big room. There was a queen size bed on one wall,
a large sofa and two chairs by a huge stone fireplace, and a shower bath
opposite the kitchen.  Dad and I sat reading stuff we brought while
Robbie played on his tablet.  About ten o'clock dad said he was ready
for bed, I was too.  I made up the couch for Robbie, it was actually
quite comfortable, I'd slept there a lot.  I stripped down to my shorts
and crawled in bed, dad came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers
and crawled in bed next to me.  I said to myself, I've got to sleep next
to that beautiful body again.  I've got to get over this or I'm going
to die.
I got up first in the morning and started getting things ready for
breakfast.  Robbie got up and went to the bathroom and dad woke up to the
smell of coffee, he threw the covers back and revealed a prominent tent
in his shorts.  I had seen it often before, but only once saw the sweet
beast within.
My cocky son came out of the bathroom, saw my dad and said "Looks like
someone's been collecting wood." My dad said "Mind your manners, boy,
or I'll beat you silly with this stick."  Robbie pulled his briefs down
and wiggled his ass at my dad. Oh shit, I said to myself. Robbie had
never been spanked; I don't know if he even knew what one was.  Dad was
never reluctant to give me one when I deserved it, and always on the bare
ass.  Robbie wasn't ready for what was coming. Dad slapped his butt as
hard as he could. "Ouch," I said rubbing my ass remembering how often
I'd been deservedly on the receiving end of that hand, but I think
Robbie had gotten as much as I ever had.
Robbie screamed and fell to the floor.  He stood up crying with his
briefs around his ankles and I could see a bright red hand print on his
ass.  "You have something to say to me, boy," my dad said.
"I'm sorry grandpa."  My dad put his arms out to my son, Robbie
stepped out of his briefs and wrapped his legs around dad's lap.  Dad
hugged him, and I knew that he could feel my dad's cock under his ass
crack. I remembered it when I was young, as I slipped my hand into my
shorts and rubbed my own crack.
I loved watching those two, but I really envied my son.  I wanted all of
that back again, but knew it wasn't going to happen.
After breakfast I packed us a picnic lunch and we went on a six-hour
nature hike around the property.  Years ago, my dad had shown me all the
wonders of his land. but I didn't remember them.
We were all together, but dad made sure that Robbie didn't miss
anything.  He pointed out the geology of the area, knew all of the trees
and shrubs personally, showed Robbie some moss that was pollinating, I
remember him showing that to me.  He showed him some curled up fiddle
head fern pods and peeled one open to show Robbie the leaf that was
developing inside.  He popped off a dozen or so of the fiddle heads and
then put them in a plastic bag I didn't know he had. He handed them to
me saying, "Breakfast tomorrow."  I'd never ever cooked them, but I'd
heard they're kind of like asparagus.  Robbie turned to me and said,
"Did you know all this?"  I told him dad had shown me all of this, but
I didn't remember much of it.  I said," You better pay attention
because some day you will bring your boy up here, and your grandpa won't
be around to show him." That was a kick in the gut that I hadn't
intended, he teared up and ran over and gave my dad a huge hug. "Don't
go away." he said.
"I'm not going anywhere." dad said, not knowing why Robbie said that.
We stopped for lunch on a rock outcropping overlooking the valley.  I
opened up the back pack, and before he had a chance to say anything, I
handed him a beer.  We didn't say anything but we looked into each
other's eyes and we both knew the other had said I love you.  My dad and
I were growing so much closer together on this trip, closer than we had
been in over 20 years.
We finished lunch, dad had a second beer (I think we had enough.) and
continued our nature hike.  Dad pointed out evidence of the wild life
that lived on the property, we didn't see anything but squirrels, but
dad showed us that a lot of other animals lived here. He showed us animal
tracks, including some of a black bear, he said.  We came upon a stand of
oak trees, most of the trees on the property were small, soft wood trees,
but this stand of about twenty oaks was ages old.  Dad grabbed a stick
and rooted around the moss of the base of one of the trees. He dug up two
walnut size lumps of something I didn't know what were.  He kept
foraging until he had about eight of them.  "These are truffles," he
said.  I pretty much knew that truffles were a fungus like mushrooms, but
I had never ever seen one.  Dad told us everything one needed to know
about truffles, then he pulled another plastic bag out of his pocket, put
the truffles in it and said, "Breakfast for tomorrow."
I said, "Dad, I don't know how to cook these". He said, "Wash them
gently, dry them, slice them very thin and then sauté them in butter very
quickly. They are much more tender than mushrooms and will turn to mush
if you over cook them." We walked another hour while he kept pointing
out one wonder after the other of this piece of land.  I told dad that it
was nearing five o'clock, emphasizing the point by saying and I don't
have any more beer.  We had been walking almost six hours and I was
desperately lost; I didn't know how we would ever get back to the cabin
before dark.  Dad started walking and in less than 15 minutes we were
back at the cabin.
Robbie ran ahead and when we got there, he was standing on the porch with
two beers in his hands.  "You know, boy," dad said taking his beer, "I
think we're going to keep you."
"Just try to do otherwise," the cocky little punk said.
I got up to go start supper.  Dad came in and offered to help, which was
a surprise.  "I'm a piss-poor cook" dad said," but I've pretty much
had to rely on my own meager skills for a long time now."
"If you stick around, I could teach you, if I say so myself, I'm pretty
talented in the kitchen."
"Yes, you are," he said, "but I can help you do the scut work."  I
emptied what was left in the back pack and started to put the ferns and
truffles in the refrigerator.  He stopped me and said. "No, just open
the bags and leave them on the counter. Quickly sauté them and put them
in a frittata for breakfast."  For someone who can't cook he sure has a
command of the lingo.
Dad and I read for a while sitting on the sofa.  Robbie laid across our
laps with his head on dad's lap and his butt on mine.  Dad gently rubbed
his head, I wanted to stick my hand in his briefs and rub his crack, but
I thought dad would find that a bit weird.  When we decided to turn in
dad picked my son up while I made up his bed.  We tucked him in and we
both kissed him.
When we crawled into bed, I once again gazed upon that beautiful man I
called dad.  We said goodnight.  I wanted to give him a goodnight kiss so
bad my jaws hurt.  Isn't going to happen, I said to myself; rolled over
and dropped a tear across my cheek. I wiped it away, it's me I said. And
I love the way I can feel things.  I used to be very stoic about emotions
but Robbie opened me up to my feelings.  It was the second best gift my
son could ever give me.
When I woke up in the morning dad had kicked the blanket off and his cock
was sticking out of his boxers, he had a semi but it was as big as I was
at full mast.  Robbie may grow into one of those. I closed my eyes
imagining the lust I had for this man. When I opened them again, I saw my
son putting my dad's cock in his mouth.  I'm going to miss that thing,
I thought, but I warned him. Dad moaned and then said, "Whoa boy, what
are you doing?" Robbie just looked at him and said, "Please." It was a
request that no one would be able to refuse.  Dad laid back on his pillow
and let Robbie suck him.  I couldn't believe it.  After a few minutes he
picked Robbie up, flipped him around, stripped off his briefs and started
sucking my son.  My dad with a cock in his mouth was the last thing that
I would ever have expected to see.  I thought that I had driven to the
limits of unreality when my dad snaked his hand up the leg of my boxers
and started to stroke me.  This man I lusted after was doing me. I think
we all dumped our loads about the same time, when I creamed in my shorts,
Robbie started coughing and choking and dad had stopped sucking and was
swallowing Robbie's boy juice.  He took his hands out of my shorts,
wiped the cum off on my belly hair, then he and my son pretty much
collapsed in each other's arms.  I looked at them together, a beautiful
sight.  As I got out of bed to begin breakfast, I said to myself. This is
a beautiful day in a beautiful new world.
I put on the coffee, popped a can of butter flake biscuits in the oven
and made the frittata. I served breakfast in bed for the three of us.
Those were the best eggs I had ever eaten in my life.  I said to my dad
"Why don't you come in the kitchen for another cup of coffee, we need
to talk and it won't wait for Budweiser time". Robbie said "I'm sure
you do, but remember that if it weren't for me you wouldn't need to,
and a simple thank you isn't going to do it."
"I don't know where that cocky little shit gets it."
"I do," my dad said patting me on the cheek.
Robbie put his briefs back on and followed us into the kitchen to get
some OJ.  Robbie sat down next to dad.  I asked him if he could give me
and dad some privacy, go out on the porch or take a shower or something.
Robbie said he'd take a shower but said "don't talk to long, I don't
want to look like a prune."
"Come here," I said.  He came into the kitchen.  I went to the
refrigerator and got the bottle of ketchup, went down on my knees pulled
his briefs down, squirted a stripe of ketchup along his semi ( Haven't
seen that piece of meat flaccid since he was ten, he once fucked me four
times straight without pulling out of my ass, the last climax was a dry
orgasm because his balls had already been completely drained, He just
collapsed on my body and we both breathed heavily for several minutes.
When he pulled out of my very sore ass, he still had a semi.)
I went balls deep on him and cleaned the ketchup off his cock.
Stepping out of his briefs he said "I guess I need that shower now."
I explained the significance of the ketchup to my dad and he laughed.
I said to him, "You had me gobsmacked three times this morning, first
you let him suck you, then you sucked him, and then you gave me a hand
job ..."  Dad put his hand up to my mouth before I could continue.
"This will be easier if you just let me talk." he said.  "When I was
in high school and college, I'd fuck anything that walked on two legs.
I'd never seen a chimpanzee, but I was such a raging incubus that I
might have done it too.  I was pretty much an asshole about it.  If
somebody didn't worship my body and lust after my big cock, I just
brushed them off.  I didn't have very many regulars, there was always a
new one nearby.  I had a sex partner almost every night and it had an
effect on my grades.  After graduating from college, my well dried up a
lot. It was probably good because I was well on my way to fucking myself
to death.  I met your mom while at my first job.  Needless to say, I was
planning on fucking her senseless on our first date.  Didn't happen, and
never did until after we were married.  We dated for almost a year and my
only sex partner became my right hand, well actually both of them, you
saw what Robbie was chewing on."
"I'd seen you once before," I told him.
"Your mom and I had a rich sex life, and I never touched anyone else.
The only reason you didn't have twenty brothers and sisters was that
your mom miscarried what would have been your baby brother a year after
you were born."
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Your mom had developed uterine cancer and had to have a radical
hysterectomy.  After mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's sex became very
infrequent, and then stopped.  We finally had to get twin beds because
she would wake up screaming, not realizing that it was me in bed with
her.  Her last year she didn't even know who I was.  We hired a licensed
practical nurse to take care of her, I moved out of our room and the
nurse slept with her.  After about a month the nurse came to me and said,
"Mr. Jeffries, you need to find yourself a new life or this is going to
kill you too." That "too" was like a sledge hammer to the chest, but
it drove home the reality of what my life had become.  I couldn't face
the idea of finding another woman, certainly not while your mother was
alive.  A man I thought I could handle, not that I thought there was any
chance I could still snag one like I used to."
"Are you kidding dad? You are a fucking stud.  You could get any man in
bed you wanted, and he wouldn't even have to be gay. You don't know how
hard it's been to sleep in the same bed with that gorgeous body within
arm's reach."

"Thank you, son.  I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore.
But to finish my story.  There were a few gay bars in Pensacola, but I
didn't think I was ready for that scene, and they weren't very close
by.  There was a small hotel nearby that sailors' families often stayed
in, it had a cocktail lounge that also served light meals. Most of the
patrons were sailors around your age or younger.
I had ordered a beer and was half way though it when the bartender put a
second in front of me. "Did I order that,"  I asked?
"No, but he did."  There was a young man, built like a college
quarterback at the other end of the bar and didn't look like he was old
enough to be in here. I turned to look at him and our eyes locked.  I
raised the pint and saluted him. He raised his back.  Shortly he came and
sat next to me.  I said "Thank you" and toasted him again.  Out of
nowhere he said, "Can we go to your room?" I told him I wasn't staying
here.
"Do you want to come to mine?"
I asked the bartender if we could take the half empty pints with us.  He
brought us two new ones and said, "He's already taken care of the bill,
enjoy your evening."
When we got to his room, he started taking his clothes off. I started to
strip and he said, "No. This is my twenty-first birthday and you are my
birthday present, so I get to unwrap you."  Once naked I looked at his
beautiful body, he reminded me a lot of what you looked like at his age,
though I'd never seen you fully naked since you were twelve."
That thought both bothered me and excited me at the same time.
"Just in case you didn't know it you are, using your own words, a
fucking stud; and sleeping next to you wasn't easy for me either."
To finish my story, "He started to unwrap his present by taking my shoes
and socks off.  He sucked on my toes.  Didn't do anything for me but it
was more than apparent that he was having fun.  He unbuttoned my shirt,
pulled it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Oh, so
beautifully furry," he said as he buried his face into my chest and gave
my nipples a nice little bite.  I tried to hug him but he said "No, I'm
still opening you." Then he unbuckled my belt and pulled it slowly,
painfully slowly off my waist. I was raging hard, but it was all trapped
inside my pants. "I hope this is what I wanted." He knelt down and
pulled my pants and shorts down in one stroke. My cock flipped up and hit
him hard in the chin.  He looked me in the eye and said, "Oh fuck, Happy
Birthday to me."
Your mom and I had a very satisfying relationship, but I had long
forgotten what it was like to hold the warm hard body of a man in my
arms.  A man's body is a whole different thing, and really better than a
woman's. I guess I'm getting into too much detail because that wet spot
in your boxers is getting pretty big. "
I didn't realize I was boned up and I didn't know that I was soaked in
precum.  I put my hand in my shorts, scooped some up (damn, I wasn't all
that crazy about cum, but precum I'd drink all day before Dom
Perignon.)  I put my fingers in my mouth to lick it off, then I milked
some more out of my cock, and taking a risk, I offered my fingers to
him.  He licked them clean, pushed my hand back to me and said in an
Oliver Twist voice, "Please sir, more" I gave him all I had. There'd
be a lot more of that before we went home.
He quickly finished his story.  "I fucked him, he fucked me, we sucked
each other off and then fucked each other again.  I hadn't had any sex
partners in years and three cum loads was way beyond anything I ever
thought I could do.  He asked me if I wanted to stay the night with him.
It was really hard to say no, but between thinking that I might not
survive the night and that this young man was looking for more than a
one-night stand that I couldn't give him. I said no and apologized
telling him I really wanted to but couldn't."  He told me he was
shipping out at the end of the week, but he hoped we could reconnect when
his ship came in.  I smirked and thought to myself, when my ship comes
in!
I went to that lounge once a week while your mother was still alive and
two or three times a week after that.  I got lucky all of the time and
was able to bring them home with me."
As Robbie came out of the bathroom I said "Dad, you weren't necessarily
the one who got lucky." I was glad that Robbie hadn't heard all of
dad's confession.
"And now this morning, when I woke up with my cock in Robbie's mouth, I
knew right away that he had had a lot of experience, he is really good,
and it took me about three seconds to figure out where he learned it.
The cat was out of the bag, but you didn't know it. I knew who we all
were and I didn't see any reason not to let you guys know it too."
"Dad, I don't know what to say, all I know is that I'm happier right
now than I've ever been in my life."  He smiled from ear to ear.  I had
gathered up the breakfast dishes and began washing them when my dad, came
up behind me, pulled the waist of my boxers over my bubble butt and let
them drop to the floor.  He put his arms around my waist, rubbed my fuzzy
treasure trail, laid his already hard cock up to my butt crack, he had
obviously ditched his shorts.  He whispered in my ear, "Do you really
think that I could get any man I wanted into bed with me?"
I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed him saying, "Anywhere,
anytime, stud."
"C'mon, Jimbo, those dishes can wait" he said, "but I can't."  I
hadn't heard Jimbo since I was Robbie's age. I stepped out of my shorts
and walked arm in arm with my dad to the bed.  Laying next to that
beautiful body, now completely naked and fully accessible to me, I shed a
tear or two.  Dad kissed them away telling me he felt the same.  We made
out like hormonally crazed teenagers. We kissed, I sucked on his lips, we
swallowed each other's tongues and I had my hands on every inch of his
body from his thighs to his ears. He pretty much did the same.  I don't
know how long we did that but every second of it was heaven. He was
chewing on my nipples then stopped to say.  "Damn son you've got the
best set of man tits I've ever played with.  When those buttons chub up
there's enough to put my teeth too."
"Robbie never plays with them but I do, and they're hard wired to my
balls."  I took his hand and put it between my legs.  My balls were
tight up against my cock. He gave them a squeeze.  "Jeese dad, I won't
give you more than ten minutes to stop that, okay twenty."
We laid on our pillows facing each other. Our eyes were screaming to each
other, "I love you, I love you." But not a word was said.  Then my dad
whispered, "Fuck me, Jimmy." Oh God, I never ever thought I'd ever
hear that.  "There is nothing I would rather do," I said.
I rolled him over on his back, put his legs over my shoulders and tongue
fucked him with as much spit as I could. I hadn't brought any lube.  I
started fingering his hole, but he took three easily right away and three
is good enough for me.  I mounted him, pushing all the way in in one
thrust without any resistance.
"Jimmy, that feels so good." My dad said, while playing with the hair
on my chest.  "It's really special for me too," I answered.  I laid on
his chest, and gently fucked him for a long time, kissing each other a
lot.  "Son, that feels great, but I really want you to pound my ass
now."
Robbie said, "You guys should get a room."
"We've already got one you little shit. There's twenty acres out there
if you need it."  I adjusted my position to give my dad what he wanted.
I fucked him hard for about ten minutes, he was moaning loudly and
drooling.  I shot a heavy load into him giving him back what he gave me
when I was conceived.  I collapsed on his chest and after a few moments
asked him, "You didn't get off, dad, do you want me to take care of
that."  He said that he didn't think that he was reloaded yet, but
didn't need it anyway.  We fell asleep, our two naked bodies closer
together than we'd ever been.  I don't know how long we slept, but when
I woke up Robbie was sleeping in the bed between us.  It wouldn't have
bothered me if it were otherwise, but Robbie's arm was laying across my
chest, not dad's. I smiled.  Robbie was still naked and our twin
semihard cocks were lying next to each other on my right leg.  I crawled
out of bed and Robbie rolled over to put his arm around dad.  It was
almost two o'clock.  Dad was laying there with a Woodie.  I said to
myself, he's going to want to put that in me and I really want him to,
but I'm not sure I can take him.
Walking into the kitchen I saw Robbie's briefs and dad's and my boxers
laying on the kitchen floor.  Guess we won't be needing those anymore. I
prepared a salad niçoise for lunch.
I woke dad and my son up and told them lunch was ready.  Robbie looked at
his salad and grimaced.  That's it, son, take it or leave it.  He
grabbed a couple of left-over biscuits from breakfast and left it, but
dad and I finished it all.  After lunch I suggested to dad that we pack
up early and go home today. What we want  will be a lot better taken care
of at home.  I told Robbie that we were going back home early, but
grandpa will be staying with us for several days.  He was absolutely
giddy and climbed up on my dad again.  It was kind of special seeing
those two naked people wrapped up like that.
I cleaned up the gally and packed up the leftover food while Robbie and
Dad prepared everything else. They were loading up the truck as I
finished.  It would be awfully late when we got home, but tomorrow was
the Fourth and we could sleep in.  Robbie was in the backseat; dad and I
were in the front.  After about an hour we pulled into a gas station to
fill up and down load.  Robbie and dad went into the gas station to take
care of their needs while I filled up the tank.  When they came out,
Robbie had a slushie and two hot dogs, and dad had, well you know. I put
the nozzle back in the pump and said, "I'll be right back" and then I
added, "Unless there's a hunky dude in there." Dad said, "There
definitely is."  There was, but he was working behind the counter.  When
I hopped back into the truck Robbie and dad were in the back.  Those two
were inseparable, and I was so glad.  When it got dark it was a beautiful
starry night.  I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw Robbie sitting
across dad's lap, I'm pretty sure he was naked.  He had his hand in my
dad's unbuttoned shirt and he was feeling up my dad and they were making
out.  Robbie and I had never done that before.
When we pulled into my driveway both Robins were sound asleep, Robbie
still naked was laying in dad's lap with dad's cock on is cheek.  I
guess that had been in his mouth when he went to sleep.
I woke dad and then picked up Robbie and carried him to my bed, all of
these damn rooms, but the three of us were going to be in here for the
duration.  When I came out, dad was dragging stuff in from the truck.  I
said, "Don't worry about that right now, we can all take care of it in
the morning, or maybe the afternoon." He closed the door and I said,
"How about a night cap, a beer of something stronger." We went into the
kitchen and dad said, "Do you have brandy?"  I said "No, but I have a
ridiculously expensive 20 year old cognac that goes down as smooth as
velvet."  He just licked his lips. I got a couple of snifters out of the
dining room and poured him a generous double, giving me about half of
what I gave him.  "Dad, I don't know what to say, but you have made me
an incredibly happy man". We clinked crystal.  He started to answer then
choked up.  "I know," I said and gave him a hug.
"Robbie is in our bed, but I can move him to his room if you want."
"Son," my dad said, "he may not be in his room, but I'm pretty sure
he's in his bed."  I smiled and said, "Robbie and I have slept
together ever since Edie left, but we always slept in underwear and in
that big bed there was plenty of room.  There was never any sex until
just before he turned twelve, and he initiated it. "
"Why doesn't that surprise me" dad said?
He had been getting handsy with my body, pretty much only my crotch and I
told him he had to stop that or he'd have to move to his own room.  He
crawled up on my chest, looked me in the eye and said, "You wouldn't do
it, you'd miss me as much as I'd miss you." I hugged him, and said
"You are a cocky little shit". And we both laughed.
He was an early developer and already had arm pit hair and a pubic bush
before his twelfth birthday.  I remember one morning he came back to bed
and shared a discovery.  He cuddled up to me and said, "Dad, I was
playing with my dingus and all of a sudden some white stuff squirted out
of it and it felt so good."  My son has no shame around me.  I told him
what had happened.  He asked me, "Will it happen again?"  I chuckled
and said, "Yes." Then said to myself, knowing you it will probably
happen a lot. "Can you do it," he asked? I told him all men can do it.
He said, "Can you show me?" I said "No way, buddy."  He asked why it
happened and I told him that was how men made babies.  I had avoided the
"hard talk" because I didn't realize he needed it yet.  That weekend
it had to happen.
That night we went to bed, I gave him a hug and a good night kiss and
rolled over to go to sleep.  As I was nodding off, I heard him get up to
go to the bathroom.  Twenty minutes later he crawled back in bed.  I
smiled and said to myself, Oh yeah, a whole lot.
The next morning I woke up to find myself shooting a load of cum on my
belly.  Since I wouldn't show him, Robbie took matters in hand by
himself.  He knew how to do it, and did me.  I looked at him and said,
"Okay young man, what are you going to do now?"  He said, "Do you want
a towel?"  I said, "You made this mess, you clean it up". I made him
eat my soup off my belly.  He actually liked it.  He cleaned me up well
and then asked me, "Is there any more in there?" and started sucking on
my still hard cock.  I said, "A lot, and maybe I'll give you some
later. But now you need a real breakfast."
That was the beginning of the end.  We slept naked after that and had sex
in one form or another almost every day.
"You about ready for bed?"  He took the last sip of his cognac and said
"Yup.  Just push Robbie to the middle of the bed and we can crawl in
next to him."  I said, "No way, nobody is going to get between me and
that body I lusted after for three days, I'm in the middle."
"Okay son, but I'm really stretched out on sex right now."
"Not surprising since I watched you and Robbie molest each other for
four hours.  Robbie and I never have really made out, he is a get down to
business fucker/sucker.  If you cut me off at the navel and the knees
he'd have everything he wants.  I never had with him what you did on the
way home, but that is going to change. He obviously watched us making out
on the bed and took notes."
"I showed him a few things," dad said, "but he is a quick study."
"All I want from you tonight dad is to be able to put my arm around you,
lay my head on your chest, and maybe cry a little bit, but you've got to
lose the shorts."
"Aint wearing any," he winked.
We stripped, gave each other a huge hug and a deep, but not lustfull
kiss.  He ran his hands across my hairy chest. Then we climbed in bed. I
kissed my dad and laid my body across his.  This was my dad, and I loved
him.  I really did start to cry.  He put his hand on my head and out of
nowhere said, " I loved you first, I'll love you last, I loved you
best." I looked him in the eyes and yelled, "Oh God, Dad!" and then
exploded in tears laying on his chest weeping uncontrollably.  "Let it
go son," he said, "tomorrow is another day."
I always wake up early in the morning.  The sheet had fallen off the
bed.  I had my arm around dad feeling his belly hair under my hand,
Robbie had his arm around me.  Robbie's woodie was up against my butt
crack, mine was up against dad.  I slid my hand down and found dad's
morning boner.  I wrapped my hand around it and could almost completely
circle it.  I can take this I said to myself, with plenty of prep. Dad
woke up, rolled his head over, "You got plans for that?" he said
patting the hand that was wrapped around his cock. "You bet, but after
breakfast. I'm going to make us a special brunch, it was already almost
11:00 AM, so you and Robbie can sleep for another hour." I slipped out
from between my dad and my son, Robbie instantly closed up the gap.  I
had already stocked the refrigerator for when we got back, and we were a
day early.  I opened a package of puff pastry and made four individual
potato and gruyere galettes.  I made eggs benedict, eight portions, you
have to plan on at least one egg breaking.  I liked to serve them with
bearnaise rather than hollandaise, I liked the stronger flavor of the
vinegar and tarragon, and it worked really well with the gruyere in the
potatoes.  I had made strong New Orleans chicory coffee.  This meal was
reminiscent of brunch at The Court of the Two Sisters.  Of course, I
served Mimosas, even made one for Robbie. I called the rest of the family
into the breakfast room off the kitchen.  Yes, another damn room.  Robbie
and dad, came in with their arms around each other's waist.  Here we
were, three generations of men unabashedly naked.  We sat down to eat and
I asked dad if he wanted salt and pepper.  I doubt it he answered.  About
half way through his breakfast, dad was starting on his second poached
egg when he turned to Robbie and said, "Does he feed you like this every
day?"
"Pretty much, but sometimes he makes something special."
Dad almost choked on a forkful of galette.  Dad and I each had another
Mimosa and then enjoyed a cup of the strong coffee.
"None of us had a shower last night, and I'm a little ripe, and after
the workout you two had in the back seat a shower wouldn't hurt you
either."
"Can we use the car wash?
"Of course, and you can show gramps how much fun it can be."
"I think I already figured that out Jimmy."
"You've only just begun.  I saw where you left the settings after your
shower, but that thing can give you a massage better than any gymnasium
masseur. And any number of ways to get a happy ending, most better than
the one you found."
Dad and I had another cup of coffee, Robbie had a huge glass of milk. And
then we headed off to the shower, I grabbed two towels for each of us
while Robbie went into the shower and started turning  things on.
Shortly after it was obviously getting fun, I grabbed both my dad's and
my sons' hard cocks and said, "Don't let this go too far.  I have
plans for these two things.  We can always come back here later."
When we left the shower, we were all happily erect and a little pink from
the heat of the water and the pulsating water pressure.  Dried off, we
were all back in bed again, Robbie claimed the middle. I reached across
my son and grabbed my dad's cock.  "Robbie, I want grandpa to fuck me
but I'm going to need a lot of loosening up before I can take that thing
into me.  Will you fuck me first to loosen and lube me up,  gramps is
going to have to have sloppy seconds, at least the first time."
"Have I ever said no?"
"Go and get the lube," I said.
I rolled my legs back over my chest, presenting my hole to Robbie.  He
started tongue fucking me, then lubed his fingers and penetrated me, once
the third finger was in Robbie knew I was ready.  He slicked up his boner
and slowly pushed into me and pretty much gave me all of it right away,
he had fucked me so many times he knew what he was doing.  You know how
much I like the way you do this for me, but this time I want you to ride
me rough and stretch me.  While Robbie was riding me, dad started sucking
my nipples.  After about ten minutes Robbie said, "Here it comes, dad",
and blew a several squirts of hot boy juice into me.  He panted for a few
seconds and then said, "You want me to do it again?"  We both knew he
could.
"No, I think you've got me ready; and besides, gramps might like some
of that."  I said.
"Dad, are you ready?" Robbie pulled out and helped gramps get in
position, he lubed up Dads cock and positioned it against my now prepared
hole.  Dad started pushing, I was surprised how easily my ass let him
in.  It was really tight, but it didn't hurt.  Once he was all the way
in, the fullness I felt in my ass was amazing.  Dad laid on my chest and
began his pelvic thrusts. Oh, are we going to do this more often. And
then I felt another hundred pounds on my chest.  Robbie had mounted my
dad.  Dad synchronized his thrusts with Robbie and I could feel the
intensity of both of them hammering dad deep into my chute. Dad filled me
with his spunk and then told Robbie to pull out for just a minute.  Dad
straddled me and sat on my hard cock taking me in all the way, he laid
back on my chest and then said, okay Robbie put yours back in there too.
My son and I were double fucking my dad.  With our twin cocks alternating
thrusts, rubbing against each other we didn't last very long and with my
first squirt Robbie started his.  We pulled ourselves apart and just laid
there in a pile of arms, legs and cocks wallowing in puddles of sweat and
cum.
"Unless you guys want me to dump a heavy load of piss on you, you've
got to let me up."  "Sheets need to be washed anyway, Dad."
"Golden showers aren't one of the things I'm into, unless I'm
actually in a shower."  He untangled himself from Robbie's and my
body.  The knot we had gotten ourselves tied into was pretty incredible.
I slapped Robbie on the butt and said "go take a shower with gramps."
He was out of bed before I finished the sentence.  I pulled the sheets
off the bed noting that the amount of man fluid that had soaked into them
was nothing short of heroic.  As I collected them in my arms the aroma
that emanated from them was intoxicating, manly sweat, precum and cum.
Though similar, it was obvious that more than one man's essence was
drenched into this linen.
I slipped on a pair of boxers. Our house had lots of windows, few drapes,
and nice but nosy neighbors.
Dad and Robbie came out of the bedroom after a longer shower than I'm
sure dad needed, but Robbie is insatiable,
There was a beer sitting on the counter for dad, but it had already
gotten warm.  I poured it out and made him another.  Robbie got himself a
big glass of OJ, sat down next to dad and said, again," You guys owe me
big.  If it weren't for me, we would never have what we have.  I want
something more than a thank you, but I'm a little too old for a pony."
"I'll talk to grampa and see what we can figure out."
I said, "What would you guys like for dinner?
"A couple of fat hot dogs with lots of ketchup," Robbie said. Dad and I
both laughed.
I threw a kitchen towel at him and said, "I'm going to have to cut your
balls off to slow you down."
"You won't do it. You like playing with them too much. I've got as
much as you already. In a few years I'm going to have pretty much what
gramps has, and I know you love his package."
I licked my lips and actually drooled.
"Damn, you are a cocky little shit."
"Yup, and you wouldn't have me any other way."
A tear rolled down my cheek, as I smiled and said to myself, I love you
so much son.
"Don't make anything fancy, son" dad said.
I told him that I had planned on making beef wellington's with duchess
potatoes, but we had spent so much time in bed that it would take too
long to make that.  "How about steak with sautéed mushrooms, baked
potatoes and steamed broccoli"
Dad said, "Sounds great." At the same time that Robbie said with a
wretch, "Broccoli!"
"Did I say broccoli, I meant green beans almandine."
Robbie clapped his hands and said, "I'm not the only cocky shit in this
family."  Dad busted a gut.
Robbie grabbed dad's stein, filled it with another beer, took his hand
and said, "C'mon grandpa, I'm going to beat your ass so bad at X-box
you won't even remember my cock in there."  I don't know where Robbie
learned to be so vulgarly candid, but he only used it at home.
I let them get started and then went in to watch.  Dad let Robbie win the
first two matches, then Robbie barely won the third one, then dad just
smashed him.  Robbie pumped the game level up, and dad kept winning. He
pumped the level up again, and he still didn't have a chance. Robbie
turned the game off, dropped his briefs, straddled my dad, kissed him and
said, "How about a game I know I will never lose? "
I grabbed a handful of Robbie's hair and lifted him off my dad, told him
to put his briefs on and said, "Son this orgy we've been having has got
to stop.  Tomorrow I've got to go to work, and dad has a lot of
important things to take care of. You and that shower can knock yourself
out, but dad and I have things to do."
"What's an orgy," he said.  I looked at dad and he looked at me
telling me that he would explain it to Robbie.
We had a nice dinner and watched a movie in the media room. Yup, six
reclining theater seats and a huge projection screen.  Robbie was on my
dad' lap the whole time.  The movie turned off automatically and the
room lights came up.  Time for bed I said.  We all put clean sheets on
the bed and then crawled in.  Grandpa and I have figured out how to thank
you.  It was dad's idea; I had never done anything like it.  Neither
Robbie nor I had ever had sex with another man or boy until dad came
along.
"Were going to spit roast you like a pig."
"What!"
"One of us is going to put his cock in your mouth and the other is going
to stick his up your ass, and then we're going to fuck you on both ends
until your eyes fall out." Robbie cracked a lustful smile, "Works for
me."
"Who do you want where?" I asked him.  He thought for a moment then
said, "Why don't you switch back and forth, I'll hold on longer than
either of you."
Robbie got on his elbows and knees. I penetrated him while he sucked
dad.  After a few minutes I reached under his belly and brought up a
couple of fingers of precum and offered them to dad. "Tastes just like
you," he said.  We flipped Robbie over, dad and I traded places and
Robbie filled up his navel with precum.  We kept eating it, but it never
emptied.  I shot two loads into Robbie, one in each end.  I was spent,
but dad was still heavily pumping Robbie's ass, he made one deep hard
thrust and I knew he was having a climax, and it was clear it was a good
one. Robbie collapsed onto his shoulders with his ass still stuck up in
the air.  His hole was still wide open after dad's assault and it was
quivering.  I took my hand and stuck it in his ass, four fingers until my
thumb was pressed against his taint.  I put my other arm low around his
waist, found his walnut with my fingers and massaged it.  Almost
immediately he started to convulse like he was having a seizure, panting
and choking.  I brought him to a second prostate orgasm that was equally
intense.  He would probably have let me do that all night, but I didn't
want to hurt him.  Dad was already asleep, Robbie I think had passed out,
I fell asleep.
I woke up around nine. I should have been at work about a hour ago, but I
pretty much set my own hours. Both Robins had their arms around me. I
was in heaven.  I rolled dad over and then tried to roll Robbie over but
he woke up.
"Did you enjoy your thank you?"
"Way better than a pony. Can we do that again?"
"When you deserve another thank you," I said. It was fun, but there are
other things we do together that I like better, but I've never been spit
roasted.
"Robbie, come with me for a minute."  We slipped some shorts on and we
hugged each other as we went into the kitchen.  I poured him a glass of
OJ and started to put on a pot of coffee.  "Remember what our life was
like before grandpa showed up, we've got to get back to that.  Dad will
be here a few more days and then it'll be just us again.  I love you
son, but all of this crazy sex has got to calm down. It's not good for
either of us."
"I know dad, I know that things were getting really crazy, but I
couldn't say no. If you and gradpa hadn't thanked me last night I
actually had planned on wearing undies to bed, and I think that's a good
idea for all of us from now on."  I hugged him and kissed him; he was a
cocky little shit but was as sharp as a tack.
"I've got to get ready for work. When the coffee's done, take a big
mug to grandpa.  He' got a lot of stuff he has to do today, but..."
Robbie finished my sentence, "but keep my hands, mouth and ass off of
his cock."
I tousled his hair as I went in to get ready for work.  When I came out
of the bathroom, Dad was sitting up in bed drinking his coffee.  Robbie
was laying in his lap and my dad was rubbing his hair.  Robbie had his
hand on dad's belly, but not under the sheet.  As I dressed, I told dad
that you guys have to feed yourself this morning.  I kissed both Robins
goodbye and said I'd be home around five.
Five o'clock came and I was still in conference.  I texted Robbie and
said I won't be home until seven.
When I drove into my driveway there was another car there, I guess my dad
had a rental.  A pizza delivery pulled up in front of the house and a
drop dead gorgeous blond teenage hunk walked up to my front door. Dad and
Robbie answered the door in their underwear, Robbie always sporting a
semi stiffie.
I walked up behind the delivery guy, put my arm around him to get into
the front door.  His lats were flared and as hard as a rock.
"Take these in the kitchen, I'll pay for it."
The young man had popped a tent after seeing my dad and son.  I paid the
check with a generous tip then tapped his bulge a couple of times and
said, "Maybe next time."
I had never done anything like that before.  I said to myself, Jimmy you
got to calm down.
I went to the kitchen and started to throw together a salad for me and
dad.
"You're out of uniform, son"
I smiled and stripped down to my shorts.
Dad said, "I'm going to have to be here at least another week, Jimmy,"
I turned to Robbie and said, "Do you know what that means.."
He thought for a few seconds and then said, "My birthday!"
My dad asked him what he wanted for a birthday present.
"Do you two really have to ask?"
When Robbie's birthday came, we went out for dinner.  We had cake and
ice cream at home and then I gave him a present.  "What is it?"  "A
pony," I said.  He snickered and then unwrapped it. The box said Pony on
it.  It was a dildo about the size of my dad, maybe slightly bigger.  He
squealed, ran into our bedroom and came back walking kind of funny.
"Did I get the right size?"  He just laughed.
Then dad handed Robbie and envelop. He opened it and handed it to me
saying, "What is this dad?"  "It's a one way first class air ticket
to Pensacola."  Dad spoke up and said, "Robbie, tomorrow you and I are
flying to Florida, were going to close up my place and then were going to
drive back here so I can move in with you and Jimmy."  You already know
where Robbie was.  I put my arms around both of them, it came as much of
a surprise to me as it did to Robbie, crying joyful tears I said
"Welcome home, Dad."
We gave Robbie what he asked for that night.  When Dad and I were totally
spent, Robbie grabbed my hand and said, I need this too dad. I reached
into his stretched ass. This time I gave him three prostate orgasms.  His
convulsions on the third one actually scared me.  He collapsed,
unconscious on the bed.
I drove Robbie and dad to the Pittsburg airport the next morning.  We
hugged and kissed unabashedly.
Can't wait until you guys get back, and when you do Dad there's going
to be a beer tap in the kitchen.  He slapped me on the back and said,
"That's my boy."
Epilogue
Dad moved in, our sex lives returned to semi-sanity, on week days we
mostly cuddled but sometimes did some heavy petting.  Mostly we put sex
off to the weekend, which was pretty much an orgy most of the time.
The pizza delivery boy was more than an infrequent participant. I had
given up asking them what they wanted for dinner on Saturday, it was
stale warmed-over pizza, but mostly it was the delivery boy. That fit
body that I felt under his uniform was truly beautiful when he was
naked.  His body would put Michelangelo's David to shame.  He wasn't
big in the shorts, but who would care.  He was a beautiful young man, but
I didn't want him in any sexual sense, he didn't ignite the "lust in
my loins" that my family did, but Robbie and dad took good care of him.
It was actually good to have him around.  Robbie needed to experience a
boy near his own age and dad reminisced about the sailor boys in
Pensacola.  It's not that the pizza boy and I didn't share anything.
While Robbie and/or my dad were sucking and/or fucking him in various
combinations he usually latched on to my nipples like a lamprey.  He
suckled like a starving baby for a long time. When he let go, my nipples
were swollen and bright red and my balls were up so tight they hurt, but
it was a nice hurt. When he left the first of many nights, I gave Robbie
twenty dollars to tip him.  It took him a while to get back. I think more
than one tip was exchanged.  When Robbie came back into the bedroom my
nips were still swollen and blazing red.  "I didn't know you liked
that," he said, pinching my tits. I buckled at the gut and said, "No,
god, don't."  At least he didn't grab my balls. The first night Tony
was with us I tried to go to sleep but couldn't.  The only men I had
ever had sex with were my own family, and it was incredible as you know.
But Tony, who any gay man would jump on in a minute didn't really turn
me on, artistically beautiful but not a sexual object.  Robbie and dad
were obviously comfortable in their sexuality, I was not.  Am I gay, am I
not?  I slept fitfully with the terror that dad and Robbie wouldn't
always be there, and I had to figure myself out.
I didn't need Robbie to prep me anymore for dad, but he did some times.
One night when dad had done a pretty hefty job on my ass Robbie stuck his
fingers in my butt and said, "Can I do that thing for you?" I asked
him, "Do you know what you need to do." "I know what you did to me."
I told him that he had to be careful or he could hurt me. I explained to
him that there was something the size of a walnut next to my ass chute on
my belly side. It's on the inside of my body not in my butt. When you
find it, you play with it gently like you do with my balls, not like my
cock.  "Can I try," he said?
"Okay, son, but be careful."
My ass was well stretched and lubed by dad's cum.  Robbie stuck his
whole hand into my butt, he fisted me.  It hurt when his hand popped
through my anus, but then it was fine.  He was searching around for my
prostate; it was like a gerbil up my ass.  When he found it, I said
"Okay son, that's it.  Now feel around it and I'll tell you when it's
not fun.  Everything's okay son, have at it."  Shortly I started to
shudder.  "Am I hurting you dad."  "Far from it, son, don't stop."
Soon I had the first prostate orgasm and convulsion of my life.  He kept
massaging me and I soon had a second, and way more intense one.
"Robbie, you've got to stop now, I can't take another one."  Robbie
pulled out of my butt and laid on my chest. "How many of those can you
have, dad?"  "I don't know, son, but I've heard that you can keep
having them a lot."
"Can we do it again?"
"Have I ever said no."
"Yeah, the first time."