Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2017 20:14:22 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "The New Player"

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*****

He met me in the foyer of his condo, and the front door was barely closed
before our mouths were meeting. He was tight and toned and bare-chested,
smelling fresh from the shower. All he had on was a pair of athletic shorts
- nothing underneath, I could tell from the shape of his cock hardening as
he murmured appreciatively into our liplock, our arms slipping around each
other.

"Hey," I said when we came up out of the deep, hungry kiss.

"Hey yourself, bud," he grinned, ruffling my hair. "C'mon up - I have
something to show you."

"Is it this?" I said, reaching down to handle the big bulge of his cock,
feeling it throb through the shiny fabric. "Because I've seen that..."

He chuckled, then reached down to palm my own big, fast-growing bulge in my
shorts.

"Many times, stud," he said, taking my hand and tugging me up the stairs to
the living room. "No, this is something new. Something I think you'll
like."

"Well damn, now you've got my attention for sure," I said, watching the
shift of his high, tight ass in those silky shorts, feeling my mouth
watering a little. Damn, I couldn't wait to strip those shorts off and bury
my face in there. I followed him up the stairs, and when I saw what he was
talking about - the kid standing there in the middle of the living room,
tanned and toned and shirtless, just wearing athletic shorts too, I froze
in place on the landing.

"Joshie?" I sputtered, feeling my hardon starting to die in my shorts. My
head full of confusion, and then a little panic, knowing he must have heard
the sounds of us kissing down in the vestibule.

"Hey, Quinn," the kid said, smiling but blushing hard.

"Dad?" I said. "What's he doing here?"

Dad made his way over to the kid, slipped his arm round his waist, and
looked at me, a trace of a smile on his handsome face.

"I was as surprised as you are, bud," he said evenly, his smile growing a
little more. "But it seems like your little brother... well, he's into the
same things we are, son."

Dad and Josh looked at each other, Josh still blushing, but when Dad smiles
at you, you can't help but smile back. And when he leans in to kiss your
lips, you can't resist that, either. From the way their lips met and Josh's
parted to let Dad's tongue slide in, the way Joshie's cock started to tent
his shorts, this clearly wasn't their first time at the rodeo. I watched
them kiss, Joshie letting out these soft little noises, my head suddenly
full of questions, and my shorts suddenly full of my hard cock again.

"Holy shit," I muttered. Dad looked over to me, breaking the kiss, Josh
still staring up at him, open-mouthed, a dreamy, worshipful look on his
cute face.

"You remember all the times we talked about this, son?" Dad said. "In bed?
The things we said to each other, about how great it'd be to have Joshie
with us?"

I found myself nodding, because fuck yeah, I remembered. It had taken
nearly a year of fooling around with Dad for me to work up the courage to
mention Josh's name, and when I did, the fire in his eyes and the way his
cock throbbed with mine told me him and me were on the same page about hot
young Josh, and our deeper feelings for him.

"Well, son," Dad went on, "Joshie's here. And he wants to be with us. Just
like we talked about. Just like we both wanted. Like we all wanted, turns
out."

He smiled at me, that irresistible smile of his, and put his hand out to
me. My feet were shuffling across the carpet before I even knew it, my hand
stretching out for him to take and pull me closer to them. My heart was
thumping, as a highlight reel of all the fantasies I'd had, all the kinky
things me and Dad had said to each other about this hot little dude, my hot
little brother, replayed in my head.

I looked at Joshie, and the way he looked back at me, his eyes all big and
shiny and excited, his smile a mirror of Dad's, man, it really got to
me. His hand reached out for mine and squeezed. His lips were so pink, and
soft, and they were parting a little, all moist from the deep kiss he'd
just shared with our father. Dad's hairy forearm slipped around my waist to
propel me a little closer to my little brother, Joshie's hand tightening in
mine, and I found myself reaching for his free hand. All those
fantasies... all those years... thinking about Dad and me, and how awesome
it'd be to have my hot little soccer-player bro with us... and now here he
was. Here we all were. The three of us, together. It was hard to wrap my
mind around in the moment, but my subconscious had been prepping for this
for years, seemed like.

"Bro, if you don't want to, it's OK," he started to say, but I was already
shaking my head.

"Little dude, you got no idea," I murmured, and as Dad's hand on my lower
back gave me a gentle, encouraging push, I was already reaching for the kid
and pulling him close. He let out another of those soft little noises, and
my cock throbbed inside my underwear.

"So... show me then, Quinn," he said in a husky voice, and I growled and
pushed my mouth onto his.

Josh let out more of those sounds as his lips parted, his tongue flicking
against mine, enticing mine inside the warm, moist cave of his mouth. I
growled deeper and pulled him tight against me, let him feel the steely
hardness of my cock pressed to him as our tongues danced. My head was still
spinning a little, but my body was in command. It knew what I really
wanted. From the way Joshie eagerly kissed me back - and kissed me back
well - it seemed like he knew what he wanted too.

It was just like the first time me and Dad made out, when I was a little
younger than Josh - hungry, deep, kissing like we only had a few minutes
left to live, and this was the only thing we wanted to do with our last
breaths. I barely registered the press of Dad's lips to my shoulder, the
feel of his big hand rubbing encouraging circles on my back. I was locked
in on Joshie, the cute little blond jock I'd been stroking my pervy dick
imagining doing this with for years now. My hands traveled up and down the
tight muscles of his flanks, down over his hips, around in back to cup the
twin muscles of his soccer-jock ass, loving the way he whimpered into my
mouth and flexed them up tighter for me as I pulled him in closer, body to
body.

"Damn, boys," Dad growled beside us, watching us tongue-dance, proud and
paternal and sexual too. So fucking perfect. I came up out of the kiss,
seeing the hungry look on his handsome face, and turned my mouth on his as
Josh ran his hands over our torsos.

"So we're good, bud?" he asked, and I had to chuckle at that, bringing his
hand down between his sons to feel the steel of my cock in my shorts.

"I don't know, Dad - what do you think?" I grinned.

"I think we need to take this to the bedroom, my boys," Dad said, his voice
thick and deep with husky desire, as he laid deep, wet kisses on each of
us, then clapped a hand on each of our asses and propelled us both in the
direction of the master bedroom.

Josh was raring to go, helping me tug my T-shirt off, fumbling with the
button of my shorts and shoving them down, grunting lustily as he saw the
big bulge of my cock in my trunks, running his hand over it before I tilted
his handsome young head back and fed him my tongue. I could feel Dad's
hands caressing the strong muscles of my ass, running over my
underwear-clad glutes like he loved to do, before tugging them down my
thighs. My hands were working too, slipping inside the back of Joshie's
shorts, grunting into his hungry mouth as they explored the tight, almost
perfectly smooth muscles of his spectacular young ass. Me and Dad had
talked about this ass of his, a lot. We'd both gone to one of his soccer
games last spring, and run absolutely filthy commentary on the kid to each
other, our voices low and husky and deep, cocks straining inside our jeans
as we shared our taboo lust for each other and the golden jockboy teen. Dad
had helped me discover so much about myself, and being able to talk with
him like that, about what drove our cocks to steel, how alike we were, just
made us even tighter. Made me even prouder to be his son, in some perverse
but fundamental way.

I guess it ran in the family, because Joshie was a handsy little stud too,
eager and throbbing hard inside his shorts as I pushed them down hiss
stellar young thighs, getting him naked like Dad was getting me.

"God, you're so fuckin' hot, Quinn," he panted when we parted, still
cupping each other's asses.

"So are you, ya little stud," I grinned, brushing my lips over his. "So are
you."

He grinned at me with pure pleasure, and we kissed all noisy and wet for
another minute, before turning our attention to Dad. Our father stood there
by the bed, groping the big, proud tent in his grey shorts, a mix of awe
and deep lust on his face that I knew very well. The look he'd had when he
loomed over me, naked in my bed, the first time we got together. The look
he still had every time one of us took the other's cock inside of him. The
look he got when inevitably our panting, dirty-talk-spewing mouths started
talking about how hot it'd be to introduce Joshie to our special family
fuckbond. Have his handsome young form sandwiched between the sweat and
muscle of our bodies.

Dad opened his arms, and we went to him, pressing our hard son cocks to the
firm flesh of his thighs, tracing fingers over the hard contours of his
mature muscles. I liked to think he kept in such good, tight shape for what
him and me had, the same way I worked out extra-hard for his appreciative
hands and lips and tongue. But he'd always been a hot, fit, tight-bodied
stud, and I was glad me and Joshie had got his genes. I always loved
touching him, exploring him like I'd dreamed of since he was a kid. It was
an extra thrill to see Joshie's face, awestruck and intense as he stared at
his own fingers moving over Dad's bare flesh. All this must be so new to
him, and I remembered what that was like. Touching your dreams for the very
first time.

"You got two of us, Dad," I murmured against my father's lips as we locked
eyes, deep and bonded in sexual intensity. "Two sons, hot for you. Your own
boys. Naked with you."

"Fucking beautiful," he growled, and his tongue slashed at mine. God, he
was intense when we got like this, and he just brought it out in me. We
were so alike. I hoped Joshie was just as alike as we were.

"You gonna get naked with your sons, Dad?" I said when we parted. "You
wanna see that, Joshie? Dad, naked for us?"

Joshie looked up at me with that telltale gleam in his eyes, and I saw
Dad's face real deep in his features. He reached down to rub the big proud
tent in Dad's shorts, and I saw the fabric go dark where our father was
starting to leak for us.

"Yeah, bro," he murmured. "I want us all to be naked. You, me and
Dad. Together. The fam."

"Fuck yeah, the fam," I grinned, pulling his head to mine for a deep, wet,
very adult kiss. "You're just like us, huh buddy? Hot to get deep with your
own family?"

"Fuck yeah, so deep," Joshie said almost dreamily. "Deep with you and Dad,
bro."

I kissed him hungrily again, and then the two of us started yanking on
Dad's shorts. It was a quick job, and within seconds, he was as naked and
hard-cocked as his sons, pulling us into him tight with a lusty, paternal
growl, then feeding each of us his tongue in turn as we squeezed and groped
all over each other.

"Fuck, wanted this just as much for the two of you, boys," he
grunted. "Nothing like being tight with your brothers, especially when you
can do it with your Dad too."

Oh man, the stories Dad had told me, once we'd gotten far enough into our
incestuous affair to know it was the real deal. Stories of growing up in
Bumfuck, Indiana, out on a farm with two brothers all a year apart, all
made in the image of their father. I thought it was a miracle he'd managed
to go straight enough to get married and have kids after all the adventures
he'd had - still had - with his family. But both my uncles had done the
same thing, and I had a bunch of cousins, and me, Dad, Uncle Steve and my
cousin Bo had had one of the awesomest times together on Uncle Steve's boat
on the Upper Peninsula last summer. Even then, we'd all talked about how
Joshie would fit into the mix with us, and that had set us off for another
sweaty, pervy-talking round together.

Looked like the trip this coming summer would be one for the ages, and I
know they'd be eager to see the three of us like we were now. Me and Josh
with a hand each wrapped around Dad's big cock, stroking him in harmony as
we took turns trading makeouts while he rubbed and squeezed our asses. Then
Dad pulled us both in and turned the kiss into a three-way, just like him
and Uncle Mark had showed me my first summer as a man with them. Josh
whimpered in surprise, but he got with the rhythm like a
natural. Definitely in the genes.

We moved it to the bed, sprawling out in a big, incestuous tangle, moans
and grunts and slurps and the sound of flesh sliding on flesh. Fucking
intense. Joshie slotted perfectly into the mix with us, eager and moaning,
showing us the hunger behind his cute face, the intensity coiled inside of
his polite young athlete's body. He was going to be a fucking sensation
when he got to college in the fall. At first, I was kind of mentally
comparing him with all the fantasies that had run through my mind over the
years, but then I pushed all that shit aside for the sweaty, muscular
reality of my kid brother, showing me and Dad how much of a man he was now,
and how eager he was to be with his fam.

"What all have you two done?" I asked them, the three of us just groping,
touching, reconfiguring to let Josh into what me and Dad had in bed
together.

"Kissing," Dad said.

"A lot of kissing," Josh grinned, and then him and Dad showed me for a
minute.

"He begged me to let him suck my cock," Dad said when they parted. "Sound
familiar, bud?"

"Shut the fuck up," I laughed, then fed him my tongue. "I wasn't the only
one begging for a piece, you big pervert."

Dad growled and we kissed hungrily again, and then Josh pushed up close to
join us. We welcomed him in, Dad squeezing an arm around us on either side
of him, and god damn, I bet he felt like a fucking king right now.

"How long?" I asked when we all came up for air.

"Couple months," Dad said, and I felt a little pang in my gut. Christmas,
or probably just after it, when me and Josh had left Mom's and come
here. I'd gone back up to school just before the new year, but Josh had
stayed here with Dad, and now I had a pretty good idea of what they'd done
to pass the time. Shit. If only I hadn't gone back up for that stupid New
Year's party at the fraternity house...

"I didn't want to say anything too soon, bud," Dad said, because he could
always read me like a book. We were a lot alike, after all. "Wanted to make
sure it was solid, y'know? That he was OK with it all. And most of all,
that he was OK with me telling you."

Josh just nodded, rubbing the plates of Dad's tight pecs as he listened in.

"I knew I wouldn't have to ask you," Dad said, buzzing his lips over mine
softly. "I know you're as into him as I am. How much you wanted to be
family together. Especially after that visit with Mark and his boys..."

"Dude, no way!" Josh said, grinning with disbelief.

"We've got a lot to catch up on, kid," I grinned. "So you're cherry, huh
little bro?"

My hand stroked over the high, firm, beautiful muscle of his ass, and he
tensed it up for me, making the dimple in the side of it deepen like a
statue. I grunted out loud at the sight of it, and kissed him with fierce
hunger.

"You gonna give it up to our Dad, buddy?" I murmured against his
lips. "Saved it up for our father, just like I did, huh little brother?"

"Fuck yeah," he hissed, pushing his ass up to meet my stroking hand as I
roved over his skin, down into his cleft, rubbing him up and down. I felt
Dad's fingers sliding in, bumping against and intertwining with mine, as
the two of us felt his tight bubble up all over.

Me and Dad pushed Joshie back on the big bed and worked him over, a team,
lips and tongue traveling over the fresh warmth of his skin and the firm
athlete's muscles beneath.

"Oh jesus fuck," he moaned as we licked our way up and down his shaft,
meeting at the throbbing tip of his beautiful cock, tongues lashing at each
other with the meat of him between us, doing something the two of us had
talked about often. Tasting his precum on each other's tongues as we
kissed, sloppy and loud. Since Dad had already had several tastes of this
particular treat, he moved down to nuzzle and lap at the kid's blond-furred
balls, while I locked eyes with my brother, smiled, and swallowed him
whole, not breaking eye contact as I took him to the root in one long, slow
slide.

"Aw bro," he whimpered, his fingers curling in my hair as I watched his
muscles tense up even harder all over his torso, his eyes shining and
half-slitted as they bored into mine.

Damn, he tasted just as good as I'd imagined, and I got a little lost in
the sensations, the taste and scent of him as I lavished his throbbing
hardness with my tongue. Dad tapped me on the shoulder and then nudged me
over onto my back, and like the well-oiled machine we were in bed together,
we maneuvered Joshie over me, onto his knees above me. Dad growled
hungrily, his hands slapping onto the meat of Joshie's perfect little ass,
and then I latched back onto the kid's big young dick as Dad dove in
between his cheeks, face-first.

Dad said the walls between the condos were thick, and it was a good thing,
because my little bro was a noisy little fucker. The sounds of his wails
and moans just spurred us on, and we added our growls and sloppy slurps to
the mix. I reached up under his tight young balls and rubbed the underside
of Dad's busily working jaw, feeling the stubble sandpapering my fingertips
as I sucked harder on Joshie's piece. As I dragged my fingers over the
sweat of his taint, up over the tight, lightly haired surface of his sac,
his moans went up a notch, and I felt him shake all over.

"Fuck, bro, gonna cum!" he gasped, and no sooner had he said it than he was
shooting, pumping hot young lava down my busily working throat. I pulled up
off him and Dad was already ducking down under the kid's spread thighs to
meet me in a grunting, sloppy, cum-smacking kiss, sharing the kid's hot,
fresh seed with each other lustily.

"Get on up here and get a taste of his hole, bud," Dad growled, the last
shreds of his mild-mannered accountant's exterior falling away, leaving the
naked, sexual beast panting beneath. God damn, I loved him. More than that,
I loved how much of him I had in me. Literally, and figuratively.

I crawled up behind him, and grunted at the perfect sight of his twin
globes, just the barest traces of blond hair on the spread, smooth-skinned
muscles. He was still shivering in the aftermath of his orgasm, but I
wasted no time mimicking Dad and burying my face in his perfection. He
quivered harder, but pushed his prime young tail back against my face, as I
pressed lips flecked with his cum to his sweaty, spit-glazed crack and
worked my way hungrily down to his hole.

He was clean as a whistle inside, and the image of Dad and him in the
shower, our father carefully, attentively cleaning his cherry young hole,
would not leave my mind. My tongue tasted Dad's spit, and under that, my
brother's deeper scent, musky and rich, a little sharp. He tasted a lot
like Dad did, and my tongue and spit soaked it all up and spread it around
as I inhaled him deeply, my tongue lashing hungrily inside of him as he
bucked his ass back against me.

"Yeah, get your baby brother good and wet for me, son," Dad growled in my
ear, his big hand stroking the back of my head, making me shiver
inside. "Nice and wet for your Dad's cock, bud. We're gonna take this
little jock fuck's cherry together - you and me, buddy. Father and
son. Bring him into the family. Like we've been wanting to do a long time
now."

"Dad, you hot fuck," I spat, coming up out of Joshie's ass to lunge
hungrily at him. I'd been grinding my achingly hard cock into the covers
the whole time, and his words were just about enough to trip me over the
line. We growled into our sloppy kiss, feeding each other Josh's deep
taste. Savoring it together, like we'd savored all those intense fantasies
about him over the year.

"You gonna fuck me, Dad?" Josh moaned up above us and we broke off our kiss
to look up at him, panting. Hearing him join the dirty talk for the first
time. Sticking his toes in the deep, deep waters of what me and Dad had. He
reached down to run his hand over his ass, and I watched Dad's eyes
hungrily track the movement as he groped himself. Then his hand joined
Joshie's on the swell of his ass, and he smiled.

"Yeah, buddy, Dad's gonna fuck you," he said, and the key thing that made
it so goddamn hot was the real warmth in his voice. Genuine, caring,
loving, all mixed up with the intense, manly sexual heat. Paternal and
lustful at once. "Gonna fuck you like I fucked big Quinn here, when he was
your age."

"Dude, I was a whole year ahead of him," I half-chuckled, giving his pert
jockboy ass a playful smack. Dad gave me the side-eye and a wink.

"Gonna bring you into the family, with me and your big bro, Joshie," Dad
said in that soothing, sensual, almost hypnotic voice. The one he'd used on
me the first time to get me relaxed for him. The first time, and every time
since. "Would you like that, buddy?"

"Yeah Dad," Josh said, his voice husky and full of hunger. Hunger, and love
for us both. "I wanna be with you guys. Be like you guys. So fuck me,
Dad. Like I always wanted you to."

"Ah buddy," Dad said, his eyes all dewy, and slid up to kiss him,
passionate and deep. I placed a couple soft kisses on the smooth muscles of
his ass as I watched, and remembered Dad being just like this our first
time together, too. Then Dad moved back down, and this time it was me he
was kissing deep.

"You ready, son?" he said, and I nodded. He smiled. "Good. Let's bring him
into this. Make him family. Make him one of us."

-- To be continued --