Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2018 12:09:42 +0000 From: blantonbloomer Subject: Butt Slut 3 Butt Slut 3 by Blanton Bloomer Once again, I was plagued by dreams of Sebastian all night long. After our drunken first on Friday night and the explosion of sex all Saturday, it still seemed like my craving for cock couldn't be compelled to lessen. What woke me up for good though, was the feeling of a cock against my bare ass. I always slept naked, even with my wife, so why wouldn't I when she was away? The cock in question belonged to Sebastian, or so I saw when I twisted my head to see him, completely nude, laying in my bed with me. He must have crawled in here in the middle of the night. I only hoped Sam hadn't seen him sneaking into Dad's room in the middle of the night. Lord knows things were complicated enough without my youngest son asking questions I couldn't explain. He was asleep, but his hard cock was thrusting against my hole, as if even in his sleep, his dick knew a hole was brushing up against it. I teased him, squeezing my hole against his cock every time he subconsciously would buck back. I was already ready for another pounding, another pounding from my sex god of a son. He woke up once I pushed hard back against his cock and the head slipped past my tight hole. "Mmm, good morning." He said, shoving the rest of his massive prick into me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I had to be quiet with Sam in the house. "When did you get in here?" I whispered. "Did Sam see you?" "Calm down, Sam's asleep," Sebastian assured me, taking out his cock and slamming it back into my ass roughly. "Let me fuck your cares away." As tempting as it was, I thrust myself forward, Sebastian whimpering as his dick fell out of me. I rolled over to face him. "Seb, I'm not denying that the past couple days have been...exactly what I've been needing. And I'm really enjoying it, but with Sam in the house, I don't think we should risk it." "You think Sam would care?" He scoffed. I scoffed back. "That his older brother is shoving his cock in his dad's ass every chance he gets? Yeah, I think he might. Or at least enough to tell someone." "You're probably right," he sighed. "Besides, I need to pack." When I have him a curious look, he explained. "I was going to ask you and Mom if I could go with Stacey and her parents this coming week to their ski lodge." I was about to ask him how he was going to take off of school, but then I remembered. This coming week was Spring Break. "Why they ski in the spring, I don't know, but it's a thing they do and I wanted to go, if for nothing else than I haven't skied before." "Oh, of course. Yeah," I told him. "That's fine with me. Just make sure you run it by your mother too." "Thanks Dad." He grinned, but it was replaced by a mischievous one as he stroked my cock a couple times, leaving me gasping. "So, since I'm leaving soon, why don't I remind you of what you'll be missing while I'm gone?" I was pure putty in his hands. He let go of my cock and laid back on his back, his thick cock standing straight up at the ceiling. He nodded at me. "Get up here and sit on my cock." Despite both of us agreeing moments ago not to do this with Sam in the house, my inner slut took over as I climbed on top of him. I was so hot, straddling over my son's cock. It had been even longer since I had ridden a cock, mostly because before I was married, I usually was told to get in all fours whenever I took cock, so this was a real treat. Even better that it was my son's glorious meat that was about to enter me. It was weird how natural it was feeling to be having sex with Sebastian. It was like the more we did it, the more it made sense. And wrapping my head around that was easier said than done. But his dick was making it easy to cope. "You ready to fuck your dad's slutty hole?" I asked him, using my leg muscles to dip down, my asshole brushing against the tip of his dick. Thank God for yoga, I'm so serious. My legs were powerful enough for me to literally bounce myself up and down, so Sebastian was about to have the ride of his life. "My cock is dying for that pussy, Dad." Our dirty talk with one another was getting dirtier and dirtier each time we had sex. I have to say, I wasn't hating it. "You want some more of your son's teenage cum in your pussy?" "Load my pussy, son." I said with a gasp, lowering myself on his cock and moaning as the head popped in. I slowly began to lower myself on the rest of his dick as I added, "Cum in my ass until your convinced I'm knocked up." He thrusted up until all of his dick was inside of me. I took one moment to relax, and to tell him to relax and that I was in charge this time. He surprisingly let me take the lead. Ever since this whole thing had started, I was undeniably submissive to my son's horny whims. But this time, this time, I was getting fucked by my own terms. Like I said before, I was strong enough to bounce myself up and down without having to sit on his lap, so I was mastering the art of riding my son's dick. He was moaning like never before, and I was slamming my ass down on his cock as hard as I possibly could. "You're such a cock whore," Sebastian said between moans, just as I thought I heard a creak from outside my door. I kept fucking my myself on Sebastian, but I was tense. Had my wife come home early? Had we, despite being quiet as possible and resorting to whispering since we began, woken up Sam? I looked into my son's eyes, and clearly he hadn't heard it. Nothing happened after a minute or so, so I kept going. I kept squeezing my hole around my son's super fat cock. "You're such a fucking cum dump." He went on. "Damn right I am, baby." I said, running my hands over my chest and taunting myself by pinching my nipples. "And even better, I'm your cum dump." I'd never specifically branded myself as his, I was just in the moment. I knew what this was. This was sex. It wasn't even between father and son anymore. It was two people who needed each other to get off. And that's how I preferred to separate it in my mind, that way I could go back to being Sebastian's dad whenever we weren't fucking. He seemed to like the possession idea. He was thrusting up now to meet mine. "My dick has never felt so at home than in this pussy I've made sloppy as hell over the past few days," Sebastian told me, his words making me moan. I was so fucking close, and I hadn't even touched my dick. "Your son's cum buried deep inside of you, father of the fucking year." "Fuck!" And that was it, I was going to cum. "Seb, I'm cumming!" I started to shoot all over him, still fucking myself on his swelling dick. "Oh yeah, cum for me, Dad. Get ready!" He was thrusting faster and faster now. "I'm gonna join you. Gonna breed my dad's pussy and leave my cum as a reminder of who's it is! Oh FUCK!" He screamed the last fuck so loud as he came inside of me, I feared that he had woken Sam up. He twitched inside me a few times as I stopped the bouncing, resting in his lap for the first time, his orgasm still unleashing inside me. "Fuck," I said again, lifting off once he said he was done. "We better hurry, I think that last yell might have been too much to keep Sam asleep." "Sorry, Dad," Sebastian winced. "I'll hop in the shower real quick before he gets up." And just like that, Sebastian threw on his underwear and ran out of the room. I heard the bathroom door close just and I heard Sam's open. I quickly threw on my own underwear and got back into bed, pulled the sheets over me, just as Adam knocked on the door and came in. "Dad?" He said sheepishly as he entered the room. "I heard you yell out. You okay?" I smiled at him. "I'm fine, just coming out of a dream," I laughed to myself internally. Thank God we had gotten away with that. "I'll get started on breakfast." x By the time I was about to start making dinner, Sebastian had already left for Stacey's. They were leaving for their trip early in the morning, so he was spending the night for good measure. As a dad, I was happy for him. But my ass and mouth were already feeling deprived. My cock whore tendencies had been awakened, and my body wasn't in the mood to have them go back into hiding. But what could you do? At least both my holes would get a break from cock abrasions. I slipped into the living room and found Sam on the couch, playing a video game on the living room TV. He was wearing just a pair of loose black boxers. It seemed that Sam had inherited the boxer brief preference from myself or his older brother, but he still had time to figure out what he liked. I was just lounging in a pair of boxer briefs as well, which was usual Sunday attire here at the Brogan house. I mean, I was wearing a red t shirt, but Sam was surely allowed to wear whatever he wanted, as long as he wasn't naked. I already have one complicated relationship with one son, I didn't need one with the other. Luckily, I didn't have any sort of sexual desires or anything with Sam. It was bad enough that I had them with Sebastian, let along my 14 year old. It was nice looking at Sam though. He looked more like me than Sebastian did, only because Sam had red hair like me and Sebastian dyed his black regularly because it "fit his style" more. I laughed a little to myself and walked over to the couch. "Whatcha playin?" I sat down on the couch next to him as he spoke, and as I glanced at the TV. "Dead By Daylight." Now look, I might be a dad, but I'm also a gamer. And Dead By Daylight was by far one of my favorite games of recent release. "Sweet," I said, relaxing into the couch and throwing my arm over his shoulders like I tended to do with my family. "Mind if your dad watches?" "Sure," he shrugged. I was started to wonder if maybe it had been him outside my bedroom door early when me and Sebastian were fucking. He didn't seem mad, but he also didn't seem very chipper either. He just seemed sort of neutral. And I'm neurotic, so beautiful made me uneasy. "I'm the last survivor as soon as this person on the hook goes." "You're not gonna save them?" As if on cue, the hooked survivor got sucked up into Hell. Sam shook his head. "Nah, it was their third time on the hook. I'm playing hatch game now." I laughed and continued to watch him play. He finally did find the hatch, and won as the sole survivor. Then, things shifted. He started another game, waiting for other players to connect as he spoke. "I heard yesterday." My mind reeled, a fishing line cut too soon. Sam heard...me and his brother having sex yesterday? No, Gideon, I told myself. Don't jump to conclusions. Yet. "Heard what, son?" "I heard you getting fucked in your room yesterday." Holy hell. This was it. My nightmare. Sam has heard me and Sebastian, and I really was the worst father ever. There was no coming back from this. Still, I was getting ahead of myself. He hadn't said he'd heard me and Sebastian. He's just said he heard me. Maybe there was some semblance of a silver lining here. I cleared my throat cautiously. "What did you...hear, exactly?" "You want specifics?" Sam scoffed, just as his match started up and he started fiddling with the PS4 controller again. "The guy fucking you said you were such a cock whore and a cum dump. Is that specific enough for you?" I sighed one of relief. Okay, that much was salvageable. He hadn't seen or heard Sebastian. At least that part of the story was still between me and my oldest son for the time being. "I understand if you might be upset, or disgusted by what you heard but--" "But you're cheating on Mom." I nodded. "And I know that that's wrong, I already plan on telling her when she gets home." "And what if I decided to tel her instead?" I sighed again. "Sam, I know you may feel like you need to do that, but please, this is really between your mother and I. Allow me the chance to right this wrong and tell her." "I have a better idea," I had just been looking at his face, which was gathering the beginnings of facial hair, and his eyes. I hadn't been paying attention to any other part of him, but there was a part that was definitely gaining attention on his end. My eyes wandered to my son's bulge, where the outline of his dick was evident. "How about you do something for me, and I won't tell her?" Blackmail? My youngest son was blackmailing me. Surely he was more rational than to think I was going to suck him off. I didn't need this, yet another reason to deem myself as a bad father, but not just ruining one son sexually, but both of them. "You...what do you want?" I took my eyes off of his impressive bulge and back on his face. "Money for this game's dlc? What?" "No," Sam said, removing one hand from his controller and using it to sift out his cock through the hole in his boxers, his impressive young cock meeting his father's eyes for the first time. And it really was a nice dick. He was a little smaller than Sebastian length wise, maybe by an inch and a half, still bigger than me, especially at his age. But he was just as thick as myself and Sebastian, and it was...well, I have to say, it was enjoyable to look at. "You can continue being a cum dump and eat my dick." This was absurd, this was not happening. My youngest son was making an advance at me, and in the form of blackmail. I wasn't going to willingly suck his dick, and I also didn't want my wife to found out about my craving until I had the chance to tell her myself. I had to press harder, there had to be something else that Sam wanted. "Sam, there has to be--" And that's all I got out. Because he used his free hand to grab the back of my head and shoved my head all the way down on his cock. I tried to restrain, but damn that fucker had a good grip. And...again, I hate to admit it, but...I was a cock slut, and his cock was yet another marvel to salivate over. "No gag reflex," my young son said, dominating his dad without remorse. "Figures." He stopped playing his game, tossed the controller aside, and used his free hand to help push my head down. "Yeah, you like sucking that cock, huh, Dad? I bet you're hard as steel." Where was my little boy? Why was he acting like this, doing this? I know I may have done some questionable things, especially lately, but I had raised him better than to blackmail his father into...sucking his dick. Fuck. I was sucking my son's dick. Again. Only this time, it was even tougher than with Sebastian. I didn't understand it, but Sam was really into this, that much I could feel in my mouth. He loved dominating me, and pretty soon, I found myself eager to prove myself, that he may have started this, and I may not have initially been sold on the idea, but my baby boy was about to learn that there was nothing I did better than suck cock. "There ya go," He scoffed again as he let go of my head, amazed that I was going down on him of my own accord. "Daddy sure is dirty, isn't he? Sucking his little boy's fat cock." He moaned. "Oh fuck, Dad, keep sucking that cock and you'll get a reward." I figured he meant his cum, but to my surprise, he had another reward in mind. He placed one hand on the side of my beard and the other went to my underwear, which he had plenty of access to given my position on the couch. He yanked down my boxer briefs as much as he could, until my ass was exposed. And then, without lube or warning, he shoved two of his fingers up my ass. I groaned, but I already had a mouthful of his teenage cock, so it only turned him on more as his fingers pistoned in and out of me. He paused to rip his fingers out of me, sick them into his mouth, and then shoving them back to give my ass some relief. I was still moaning around his dick, his finger fucking so rough. "Fuuuuck, Dad, keep humming around my dick." He kept his fingers to their fuck as he now thrusted up harder and harder into my mouth. "Here comes your boy's load. Swallow all of my fucking cream!" He blasted down my throat and into my mouth. Sam's loud wasn't as sweet as Sebastian's, but it was savory in a way I had never tasted before, and admittedly in that moment, I didn't want him to ever stop cumming and giving that taste to me. His load was thick too, multiple days stored his balls and now emptying in my mouth. I kept slurping on his dick until he pushed me off of him. Then he stuffed his deflating cock back in his underwear, scooped up his controller, and started another game like he hadn't just shoved his dick in my mouth and fucked me with his hand. "What's for dinner?" He said, again acting like nothing ever happened. I lifted off the couch, not trying to hide my boner. "I'll see what we have." I walked into the kitchen, unsheathed my cock, and only had to pump it four times before I shot my own load into the sink. I wasn't sure exactly what had just happened between me and Sam, but it sure was hot. And as I washed away my load by running the faucet, I wondered exactly how things were going to be permanently changed around here after both of my sons had shoved their cum down their dad's throat.