Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 19:36:10 -0500
From: Bob Roberts <bobroberts0009@gmail.com>
Subject: Two Dads and Their Son - Part II

This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that
have happened in my life.  It involves a 12-year-old willingly initiating
sex with his two dads.  If that bothers you, or if you should not be
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Part II:

Our post-fuck makeout session went on for a few more minutes until Steve
rolled over on his back.  Soon he was sound asleep.  Steve had cum twice
and I knew he was out for the night.

Rob and I carried on.  I love Steve deeply, and he's an integral part of
the budding threesome that's going on here, but I welcomed the chance to
have our twelve-year-old all to myself for a while.  The dad/son kissing
continued, cycling back and forth from tender to aggressive.  Rob's boymeat
was rock hard again in no time.  Its pressing against my waist told me my
son was ready to plow my hole again.  "Slow down, boy," I whispered.
"We're going to make this round last."

I rolled onto my back next to Steve and took Rob back into my arms.  He
rested his still-innocent face on my right pec, nestled between my pit and
my hungry nip.  I resumed tenderly kissing his virgin lips.  The gentle
lovemaking would last a couple of minutes at a time until his hormones
would jump back into overload, kissing me hard and thrusting his boner into
my side.  Each time, I would pull back and give him another whispered,
"Slow down, boy."  At times I would rub his ass and realize how desperately
I wanted to enter my son's virgin hole.  But I knew that was something that
should happen when Steve was awake, and when Rob was ready for it, so I
gave myself a couple of "slow down, boy"'s as well.

To distract Rob from the edge, I guided his hand down to my erect nipple.
My boy seemed a bit confused as to what to do with it as his own nipples
were not body parts he'd really yet discovered.  Quietly, I showed him how
I like them worked - a dull, strong pinch between the knuckles of the thumb
and forefinger.  As with several other things that night, he caught on
quick and I was soon moaning with the pleasure that my kid was delivering
from my nipple straight down to my cock.  He was clearly proud of his
newfound skill and really got into it - twisting, squeezing, and adjusting
the firmness of his grip whenever I told him to.  He soon moved on to my
left nip with equal skill, driving me into even more of a trance.  Since
his face was resting on my right pec anyway, I whispered for my son to suck
the nip on that side while he worked the opposite one with his hand.  He
did, and he did it damn well.

I reached my right arm further around my son and began gently working his
nip in return.  The increased throbbing I felt from his cock told me that
was a good move.  With my left hand, I rubbed Steve's chest as he slept.
Steve looks nothing like my dad for the most part, except for his hairy
upper body and his stubble.  Steve's chest and belly, in fact, are almost
identical to my dad's - a very nice bonus for me.  Another bonus is that
early on I was able to persuade Steve to keep his wristwatch on 24/7.  For
whatever reason, I would get extra turned on as a boy feeling the touch of
my dad's watch whenever he put his arm around me.  In time, it pretty much
reached fetish status.  As a result, I am incredibly turned on by a man
wearing a hot watch.  Steve has played along quite well by acquiring a trio
of G-Shocks that regularly make my cock stir.  And I wonder if Rob got that
fetish from me as well, as he has always worn a watch since he was four or
five.

After a few more minutes of my son's skillful nip work, I was about to
explode.  To calm down our mutual raging desires to rape the other's tight
ass, I pulled Rob off me and resumed our gentle kissing.  Fuck, my kid is
passionate.  I know that Steve and I are the only people he's ever kissed,
but despite his inexperience Rob is just an absolute natural.  Soon, the
kissing had his raging teencock again gyrating into my side.  Needing
another way to slow him down, I noticed that he'd given a couple of
extended glances at the box of Marlboros on the bedside table.

I sat up against the headboard, lifting Rob's head up to remain resting on
my chest.  I reached over, grabbed a single Red, and fired it up.  Rob
looked at me with a clearly disappointed expression that said, "Where's
mine?"  I took two deep and relaxing drags, playfully acting oblivious to
his need.  After a third, I then held the Marlboro to his lips.  He hauled
deeply, his cock boning up even harder - to the extent that I thought it
was going to stab its way right through my skin.  Before my boy had a
chance to exhale, I wrapped my lips around his and took his spent smoke
into my body.  Rob moaned and throbbed in response.  We finished the
cigarette that way, one of us dragging and then feeding the exhale into the
other's waiting mouth.  I know that's not everyone's thing, but the
intensity and intimacy of that act is amazing.  Apparently, watches aren't
the only fetish that my boy and I share.

We finished our smoke and I knew I needed to slow my raging teen down
again.  With him still resting on my pec, I began softly exploring his body
with my free hand. Rob picked up on that cue and explored me in return.  We
rubbed each other's chests, played with each other's belly buttons, and
stroked pretty much every spot there is above the waist.  I caressed his
Ironman and he caressed my Swiss Army.  The kissing and tenderness
continued until I was so horned that the words "slow down" evaporated from
my vocabulary.

Raising my twelve-year-old's head off of my chest, I whispered, "Have at
it," and rolled over onto my side facing Steve.  I resumed rubbing the
reincarnated chest of my dad as the boy I created shoved his cock back
inside me.  As before, his fucking was furious.  My kid only knows one
speed right now, but we'll work on that.  Holding me tightly, Rob rammed
his 4.5 inches in and out as deeply as it would go.  I allowed his assault
to continue until I sensed he was nearing a climax.  Wanting this fuck to
last just a few more minutes, I pulled off him and pushed him onto his
back.  Straddling my boy, I reached over for one more Marlboro.  Firing it
up, I sat down on my kid's rock hard dick.  I whispered for him to be still
and I rode him at an angle where his twelve-year-old cock was perfectly
stimulating my prostate.  Sharing the Marlboro with him, I rode Rob's cock
that way until the cigarette was nearly finished.  I told him to take one
more drag and then whispered, "You can cum now."  With an expression of
relief Rob put both hands on my hips and soon furiously unloaded inside me.
I beat off my log as my boy pulsed his sperm inside me.  Several ropes of
my seed blasted onto his chest and neck.  When my orgasm was finished, I
scooped up my load - eating most of it but feeding some to my son.  As
erotic as that was, we could have probably rolled immediately into Round
Three.  But we were both exhausted and collapsed into each other's arms.
Rob had slept in our beds several times as a very young kid, but that night
he slept between us for the first time as our sexual partner.

Steve and I woke up earlier than Rob did the next morning.  After the night
we'd had, we were both glad it was a Saturday.  Neither of us had an regret
for what happened the night before, and we hoped Rob would feel the same
way.  I filled Steve in on what he had slept through and assured him that
he would probably have his own sessions like that very soon.  Steve and I
agreed that we needed to have a couple of chats with Rob when he woke up.
The first would of course need to be a very serious one, making sure that
Rob understood that this all needed to stay between us, and that if he ever
was uncomfortable and wanted things to stop, then things would stop and we
would go back to "normal" with no hard feelings.  The other chat we needed
to have was about versatility.  Rob had seen his dads fuck and get fucked,
and that versatility was a skill we wanted our kid to develop.  In other
words, Steve and I were both itching to breed our twelve-year-old's virgin
ass.  Presuming, of course, that he woke up with no regrets.

We soon got our answer.  Rob staggered into the kitchen half awake wearing
nothing but boxers.  He hugged us both good morning, and the hugs that day
had an added confidence and masculinity that told us all we needed to know.
He asked for a bit of coffee and one of my smokes.  After he'd had a couple
of minutes to wake up, I asked him, "Are we good?"  With a huge smile Rob
responded, "We're great."  I knew then that breakfast needed to be larger
than normal.  We were all going to need the fuel.

To be continued ....