Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 12:49:11 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Common Law - Ch. 11 Common Law by RJ Meyers This piece of fiction is about a teenager who finds himself co-parenting his son with his father. If you are offended by themes of incest and adult/youth, do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don't hesitate to email me. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI Please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Any amount helps. ~ Chapter 11 ~ I remember the first time Dad and I climaxed specifically to the thought of my son. It was a couple weeks after we had first talked about what I refer to as The Incident: that pivotal bath time when Dad had a spark of deeper love for me. I had woken up in the middle of the night, head on my father's bare chest. At first, I was surprised, because I had fallen asleep before he had even gotten home. Then, my surprise was exaggerated by a sudden realization: with one arm around me, Dad was teasing my nipple, and with his other hand, he was jerking himself off slowly. I stirred a bit, groaning softly as I pulled myself from sleep, eyes taking in his nude form in the semidarkness. "Dad?" I murmured. Dad paused for a moment. "Shit. Sorry, kid. Did I wake you?" "Kinda," I whispered, but I smiled, nuzzling into his warmth even more. "Sorry," he said again, kissing the top of my head. I just hummed slightly, sliding a little closer to him. I was only wearing briefs, so there was plenty of skin-to-skin contact. "You don't have to stop," I told him. "You sure?" "Positive," I murmured. "I wanna watch." I heard Dad chuckle before he picked his cock up again and continued to stroke in front of me. I watched his movements for a bit, momentarily transfixed by the tender way he touched himself, by how he varied his stroke and technique. But soon, as I started to wake up more, I wanted to get involved. I rolled into him a little more, lifted his arm up higher, and pressed my face right into his pit. Immediately he groaned, and I heard the strokes on his cock quicken in pace. "Fuck, Mitch," he sighed, exposing himself to me even more. I dragged my tongue up his hairy pit, inhaling his natural scent. Fuck. In an instant, I was as hard as I needed to be. I heard him murmur, "Come here," so I switched my lips over to his. We kissed slowly and tenderly for a while, and I rested my hand on his broad chest before he started leaning into me more. Gradually, as we kept our lips locked together, I ended up on my back with him on top of me. I was still pretty sleepy and my eyes felt heavy, but my body? My body was fucking awake and totally responsive to him -- especially when he started kissing his way down. After removing my briefs, he rolled me over onto my stomach and presented my ass to himself. I felt a few fingers gently rubbing around my hole and sending shivers up my spine before I felt him leaning in. Just as his hot breath hit my sensitive, tender skin, I lifted my hips up, effectively kissing his lips with my hole. Dad just dove right in, all soft but sure tongue, all saliva and deep groans, all paternal love and care. Once he ate me out for maybe ten long, delicious minutes, he kissed each vertebra on his way up my skin and then planted a deeper one on my neck, making me squirm. "It's so wrong of me to enjoy my boy like this," Dad murmured huskily in my ear. I smiled softly, licking my lips. "Even though I'm legal now?" I teased. "Even though you waited?" He grunted softly. "Even though you broke me down," he hissed, playfully putting me at fault. "I would have broken you down earlier if I had known," I fired back -- and he bit down on my neck so tenderly that my cock throbbed. "Yeah, Mitchy? Would have seduced your old man?" "Mhm," I hummed, lifting my ass to press back against his crotch. In turn, he rut into me gently. I kept teasing him. "I was too young, though, Daddy." He moved his lips to my ear, his facial hair tickling the skin before I felt him kiss it. "Maybe you were," he murmured before emphasizing that word again: "Maybe." I panted slightly, rocking my hips back into him. "Keep enjoying me," I begged, trying not to moan as I felt his cock sliding between my cheeks. "Yeah, kiddo? You gonna let Daddy enjoy you?" he whispered, hand on my hip. "Please," I mewled. After a little more prep, he eased his cock into me, sliding smoothly down until he bottomed out. He held my hips with a gentle grip before he started rocking back and forth, fucking me slowly, feeling me out. Gradually, he increased the pace, and my pants got heavier and my moans got a little louder. Soon, we found ourselves working in perfect synchronicity, with me bucking back as he thrusted forward. The sounds of incestuous sex filled the room: grunts, balls slapping skin, bed lightly shaking, and whispers of "Dad!" whenever he plunged in extra deep. Then, he did something new. First, he pulled me up onto my knees so he could wrap one arm around me while continuing to thrust at a slower pace. His other hand pointed towards the night stand. "Look at him," he murmured in my ear. I gulped. It was a framed photo of the three of us: me, my father, and Mason, taken only a few weeks prior by Jack on a weekend "getaway" to a local park. All of us looked so fucking happy in it that I demanded we get it printed and framed in an eight-by-ten. And there Dad was, telling me to look at him, to look at Mason while he worked his cock into me. "So handsome, isn't he?" he asked me. I nodded. "Beautiful," I whispered, my cock throbbing, my eyes suddenly unable to look away from the photo. "You made that kid, Mitchy," he said, reaching around to wrap his fingers around my shaft and squeeze tightly. Gradually, he started to stroke me in time with his thrusts. "Made him sweet, and made him sexy." God, I got chills all over the way he murmured in my ear. Then, to take things up a notch, he paused his movements to reach for the photo and bring it to bed. I gulped as he held it in front of us while continuing to fuck me slowly, his other hand resuming the steady manipulation of my cock. It took me a few moments to realize the impact of the positioning: he was milking me right over the photo. "Feed him your little man-cum, baby boy," he whispered huskily in my ear. "Give him daddy's load." I was sweating at this point, panting, vibrating all over. Dad's strokes became more insistent, his thrusts a touch deeper, and it didn't take long for me to unload for him. I spilled my cum all over the glass, whimpering in his arms, my hole effectively coaxing a load out of him, too. I drenched that frame in thick cum, somehow heavier than the load I had stroked out before I had gone to bed. Leave it to my dad to really work that out of me -- and my son, too. When we finished, I looked at the picture with a mix of shame and arousal. Mason's smiling face was painted, the photo reduced to the most perverted cum tribute I'd ever partaken in. That was the first time we had crossed a line like that. It was far more direct than just talking about it. Even if it was through a photo, it was my son's face wearing my cum. And tonight? Tonight is a near perfect reflection of that night: me waking up to find Dad in bed taking care of business as quietly as possible; me cozying up to him intimately enough to initiate sex; soft dirty talk whispered back and forth as we touch and kiss before he moves down to eat me out; rhythmic, almost soulful penetration, deep and needy until he fills me up... The only thing different is the photo. It's not the photo that's wearing my load: it's Mason himself. Mason slept with me tonight, so here he is, dressed only briefs, Pandy in his arms, deep in sleep -- and now, his smooth torso is painted with ropes of my cum. After Dad plants a load inside of me, we both pant softly, looking down at our little boy with amazement. "What a sight," Dad whispers in my ear. "Yeah," I say softly, unsure what else to even say. "You should probably clean him up," Dad says before kissing my neck. He pulls out of me, but I don't pull away from him. I just bend over, pressing my ass back against him as I slowly start licking up my fresh cum from Mason's smooth skin. Dad rubs my back slowly, watching me lap it all up. I make sure my motions are gentle as to not wake him from his slumber -- but when I'm done, I can't resist giving his sleeping lips a small kiss. I hear Dad growl behind me before he pulls me back up, tilts my face back, and kisses me tongue first. I groan, holding onto his forearm as we gently wrestle tongues, him fighting for the flavor and me fighting to keep it. "Tender little fucker," he mutters against my lips mid-kiss, hugging me tightly with one arm. His other hand reaches back to my ass, groping one cheek before his fingers find my freshly-creamed hole. I let out a whimper when he pushes two fingers into me easily. "Dad--" "Shhh," he whispers, kissing my neck and then my shoulder. He fingers me slowly, and even I can hear the wet noises his motions are making with my hole. He really fucking filled me up, I guess. He moves his lips to the back of my neck, slowly kissing down. When he gets between my shoulder blades, I get the hint: he wants me on my stomach. I lie back down next to Mason as Dad steadily moves lower, his little kisses being the only sound in the room. My soft, breathy moans quickly follow once his lips make contact with my hole. I lift my hips up a bit to allow his tongue to easily slip into me, to let him feast on me, to get raunchy with his baby boy. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. My toes curl and my eyes nearly roll back as he pushes his tongue in as deep as he can manage, practically slurping up the cum he's sucking out of me. He doesn't swallow it, though -- at least, not all of it. Once he collects enough, he slides up, turns me around, and feeds me the thick load he unplanted from my ass. It nearly makes me horny all over again. I quickly pull him down for a lusty, dirty kiss, all tongue, swapping spit, cum, and moans back and forth. He settles his weight on me and I hold onto him tightly, not wanting him to move. We have to pull back for air eventually, and both of us pant heavily, our lips shiny, soft smiles against each other. "Dirty boy," he murmurs, pecking my lips. I laugh. "You started it," I mutter, nuzzling his nose. "I'm just playing along." "Easily impressionable, huh?" he teases. "Maybe I just love playing with my daddy," I tell him, and he smiles at me before giving me another soft kiss. Then, he rests. We switch it up tonight: instead of me resting on my father, Dad shifts down slightly to rest his head on my chest while I hold him and stroke his back. "I love you, kid," he says after a few moments of quiet reflection. "So much." I just press a smiling kiss against the smooth top of his head. "Love you too, you big sap," I murmur. He chuckles shortly against my skin before exhaling deeply -- and we stay close and connected until we fall asleep. Since the holidays, it's been all kisses, reciprocal touches, and blowjobs that Mason has either witnessed or been a recipient of -- mostly because he has now semi-officially moved into our room. Mason's room is, nowadays, referred to as "Bowser's Room," and is only used for the boy's clothes or when he has sleepovers with Sean or one of his other friends. Frankly, I like this better. I like sleeping with both of my guys, with or without sex, because I love waking up to them both. Mornings might have become my favorite time of the day. I don't know what it is, but there's just something so comforting about seeing my son looking peaceful and my dad looking like he's hibernating -- or, if Mason wakes up before us, I'll find the boy having burrowed himself in between me and Dad, humming quietly as his fingers trace various body parts. He likes the warmth, he says. Even though it's the dead of winter, we three usually keep each other warm throughout the night (on top of Dad cranking up the heat in the bedroom so that we don't have to wear layers). This morning is one of the latter mornings. The first thing I become aware of is a little finger tracing my abs and skating across the indents. When I open my eyes, I smile sleepily before flexing my entire core to get Mason's attention. He gasps a bit before giggling, looking up towards my face. "Hi," he whispers. "Hey," I whisper back, puckering my lips. Graciously, he leans up and gives me a soft kiss before resting against me more fully now that I'm awake. "You sleep okay?" "Mhm," he says, nodding against my chest. "Any nice dreams?" I ask, bringing my hand to his bare back and stroking his smooth skin with my fingertips. I wonder what was going on in that little head of his while I came on him last night. "Nah," he says, going back to tracing my abs. "Just boring stuff." I chuckle softly before sighing and glancing at the clock. Only a few minutes before the alarm goes off. Then, we gotta get Mason ready for school. "You're always so stiffy in the morning, Daddy," Mason says suddenly. I glance down just as Mason's hand grips my morning wood half-hidden by the blanket. I grunt softly before kissing the top of his head. "He just wants to say hello, that's all," I say. Mason giggles, giving it a few playful shakes and murmuring, "Hi, Daddy's Stiffy." I laugh, wrapping my arms around my son and squeezing him tightly to my body. "You're so fuckin' cute, baby," I say, peppering the top of his head in kisses and practically smothering him in warmth. Mason just laughs continually, trying his best to keep quiet. Not that it matters, though. It's time to wake Dad up. "Wanna get Papa up for me?" I ask him when I let him go. "Yeah!" he says excitedly, sliding away from me with a mischievous grin before he turns around to face his Papa. I shut off the alarm before it goes haywire and then turn onto my side to watch Mason take that masculine jaw in his tender hands and playfully squeeze. "Papa," he says. "Paaapa." Slowly, Mason's sweet voice pulls my father out of sleep. He shifts and mumbles slightly, making Mason giggle. "Papa, it's time to wake up!" Dad blinks a few times, confused, grunting -- and then, a soft, sleepy smile appears on his face. "Five more minutes," he murmurs, closing his eyes again and wrapping an arm around the boy's frame to pull him in close. Never one to oppose cuddles, Mason nuzzles up against his grandfather, soaking in his warmth. "Nuh uh," I say, grinning and poking Mason's back. "Up. You have school." "But cuddles," Mason murmurs, voice muffled by my father's chest. Even Dad grins a bit. "But school," I repeat, leaning in to give Mason a tender kiss on the neck. He hums softly, letting out both a giggle and a sigh. Then, I turn my attention towards Dad, whose eyes are open now. "And we have work," I tell him before smiling and giving him a kiss too. "Also, good morning." "Morning," he mumbles before sighing heavily through his nose. Then, his hand slides down Mason's back and pats his bottom, which is dressed in yet another pair of Spiderman briefs. He's been cycling through that one pack on repeat ever since we got them. "Daddy's right, little guy. We gotta get ready." "But cuddlesss," Mason whines. "We can cuddle when you get home," Dad says, kissing the top of his head before trying to pull away. Instead, Mason hugs him tighter, wrapping his arms and legs around his muscular frame. Dad just grins slightly before sliding out of bed anyway. Clinging tight, Mason laughs as Dad stands and lets the boy dangle from his nude form. He scratches his chin, playfully ignoring Mason. "Hmm... Feelin' kinda heavy today." Both Mason and I chuckle. "Somethin' weighing you down?" I ask. "Somethin' blond and cute, I think," he says, smirking at me. "Well... if you're feeling heavy, some tickles might do the trick," I suggest. At the mention of tickles, Mason immediately unlatches himself from Dad, landing on his feet and putting a decent amount of distance between the two of them. "Don't tickle me!" he says, hugging his armpits. Dad grins. "I won't have to if you go get ready." "*You* get ready," Mason challenges. "I *am* gonna get ready, you little monster," Dad says with a grin. "I gotta shower. And you gotta get dressed." Suddenly, Mason seems less interested in this little playfight, his expression shifting from impish to excited. "I wanna shower!" Dad and I glance at each other briefly. "You won't have time, baby," I tell Mason. "You take too long to pick your outfits." "But I already picked my outfit," Mason explains. Then he pouts a little. "Pleeease? Can I shower with you?" Dad looks at me again, and in the end, I just shrug. "Fine," he says to Mason. "But it's a quick one. Rinse and get out." Mason has school, and even though I'm still on winter break and don't start classes until next week, Dad and I are busy. Dad's meeting with a potential big-name client at 9:00AM (hence the shower), and then afterwards we're going to Olly's to do some more repairs. Once Mason's dropped off at school, it's go-time. The shower is as Dad insisted: quick. No playfulness, no stealing smooches. Everyone's soaping themselves up and rotating who gets under the shower head, minding his own business. We're going for efficiency rather than that bath-time sensuality. But something interesting happens... Mason pretty much stays in the middle of me and Dad, and overall, he keeps his hands to himself -- that is, until I've rinsed all the soap off of me. Soon after, I feel Mason's familiar touch on my cock. I look down with a smile, but my eyebrows quickly shoot up as I watch my boy lean forward, hold me up with his palm, and take me into his mouth. I completely freeze watching the way his sweet lips have wrapped around the head of my manhood. Innocence and sensuality have come crashing together full-force. It doesn't last long, though. After satisfying his momentary curiosity, he pulls back, smiles to himself, and continues rinsing off without even looking up at me. It's as if nothing happened. Dad doesn't even notice. But the funny thing is, I'm not freaking out like I used to. My heart's not thudding in my ears, and my anxiety isn't flaring up, and my Worried Father persona is still taking a backseat. Now that we three have grown closer, my levelheadedness about these matters is keeping me calm and available -- and I just smile down at my curious boy. When we finish up, we all step out of the shower, dry ourselves off, and then head to separate rooms. Mason goes to "Bowser's" while Dad and I head into the master bedroom to get dressed. I step into our bedroom to find Dad at the dresser, top left drawer opened, a smile on his face. He looks amused by something, which just makes me laugh. "What's up?" I ask, coming over to him. "You know what turns me on?" he says before gesturing to our underwear drawer. "Seeing my son's underwear next to mine." I grin, sliding up against him. "Next up: Mason's." Dad just snorts as he selects a white pair to wear today. "If he can even fit all his undies in here," he murmurs. "That boy has enough to clothe a village." "So he likes his undies," I say, eyeing the drawer before picking out a darker pair of briefs for myself. "Never heard you complain about that before." "I'm not complaining one bit," he says, sliding his underwear on. I take a moment to watch him hoist those snug undies up, stuff his thick cock into the pouch, and let the waistband snap against his skin. Such a hot sight to me. It's almost as hot as watching him take them off. That's how well he wears them. "So I'm guessing you didn't see what happened in the shower?" I ask slowly, toying with the waistband of my own briefs. He looks at me before scoping out another drawer for a pair of jeans. "What?" I bite my lip a little before telling him. "Mason put my dick in his mouth." God, that sounds so filthy. Dad blinks, looking surprised. "He did?" I nod. "Yep. Three seconds, max. But he did it." Dad stares at me before his mouth splits into a grin. "Jesus," he whispers, eyes flickering down to my cock briefly. I'm sure he's imagining his grandson's lips around the tip. I step forward, dropping my underwear for now and instead snaking my arms around his neck. "Still just turned on 'cause of the underwear?" Dad lets out the smallest laugh before resting his hands on my hips. "I'm not even thinking about the underwear anymore." "Perv," I mutter, and he grins. "I'm not the one getting hard after my little boy tasted me." Sure enough, I'm stiffening quite rapidly. To be fair, it's half-because of his presence and his tone, but I enjoy playing along. "I'm just thinking about the future." He smirks at me as he reaches between us to grip my cock. "What future, kid?" "Where little Mason doesn't just taste me," I murmur. "Where he drains me." Dad grunts softly, nodding, his lips against mine. "You want him to suck your little daddy cock, don't you, boy?" I whimper slightly, trying not to thrust forward. "Not just mine, Dad. Yours too," I tell him. "I want him to experience both of us." "Mmm. Both his family men," Dad says approvingly. "I wanna teach him," I whisper. "Oh yeah?" Dad practically bites my bottom lip, hands gripping my ass now. "You wanna teach your little boy how it's done?" I nod, my breathing almost hitching. "Wanna teach him how to be a good little cocksucker," I murmur, making Dad grunt again, "just like I am. Teach him how to take Papa's thick, hot fuckin' cock deep in his little throat, how to hold your perv cum in his mouth so I can French it out of him." "Nnng," Dad grunts, closing his eyes for a moment. It's interesting how, over the past few months, Dad has been less and less inclined to stop me from swearing or talking too filthily -- and part of me wonders if him chastising me was merely a way to preserve the boy in me. But now that we're balls-deep in pervdom... I think he's starting to take a laxer approach. Plus, he's even joined in. "You filthy little fucker. You kiss your boy with that mouth, son?" "Yeah, Daddy," I murmur. I press up against him more before whispering, "Not just on his mouth, either." "*Fuck*," he whispers harshly, gripping my cock like a goddamn vice for a moment. Then, as if coming to, he pushes me away from him. He stares at me before laughing softly. "We're gonna be late if you keep that up." I groan softly. I had gotten so into that headspace so quickly that I forgot we have plans. But he's right. "Fine," I murmur, annoyed that I'm horny. He smiles before leaning in and giving me a quick but tender kiss on the lips. "Save that thought for later, baby boy." We take Mason directly to school since it's on the way to where Dad's meeting his potential client. The boy gets extra big kisses from both of us before we usher him out of Dad's truck and watch him excitedly sprint towards the elementary school's front doors. Quietly wishing him another well-deserved good day, Dad and I head off. His meeting is at a coffee shop just out of town, but the establishment reeks so heavily of coffee that it starts to give me a headache before the client even arrives. I just decide to order a brownie and walk around the block, leaving Dad to his own devices as I do a bit of reflection. I've been doing a lot of that the past few days since it's barely a week after the New Year and, like every year, introspection is in the air. I don't do resolutions, myself, but I *do* like to think back on how I've grown or how things have changed over the past twelve months -- and fuck, have they ever. So much has happened with our family dynamic, *deepened*, and there's so much to be thankful for that I find myself smiling the entire time I'm walking aimlessly about. It takes about forty-five minutes for Dad's meeting to be finished, and I wait by the truck after he calls me to ask where I ventured off to. Annoyingly, he hangs up on me after I ask how it went -- but that irritation is quickly expunged when I see him walking down the block with total confidence, total ease, nothing but a nearly-imperceptible smile on his lips. What a sight he is... "Hey, loser," I say as he gets closer. He grins at me. "Hey, beautiful." I blush slightly, laughing as I look around. I'm sure no one heard that -- and even then, what would they say? "Says the hunk comin' my way," I murmur. He just lightly drags his index finger across my core as he passes me to go around to the driver's side. I hop onto the passenger seat, buckling up as he climbs in with a sigh. "Soooo, you gonna tell me how it went or what?" I ask. "The deal is sealed," he says after a moment, smiling to himself as he starts the engine. "Really?" I ask, surprised. To be honest, I don't know a ton about this job. I only know that some big-shot investor just bought a plot of land and was looking to contract my dad's company for its development. "Signed and everything, baby," he says, looking cheerful. "Gonna be building some snazzy, multi-million-dollar house up near Greenwich. Which means we'll get some big money coming in soon." As we drive off towards Olly's, I grin at him. "Oh yeah? So I'll get to call you my sugar daddy too?" Dad snorts, reaching over to slap my thigh. "No. But I *am* gonna take you on such a romantic trip that it'll blow your little balls off, baby." I grunt, feeling warm. A romantic trip, huh? Fuck, that's the dream... How often have I fantasized about just going away with him? "Careful," I tease. "I need those." Dad just chuckles. "Yeah? Gonna make more boys for me?" he asks, reaching his hand back over to paw at my bulge. I slap the back of his hand, blushing now. "I hate you," I say. "Don't lie," he sneers before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He kisses it tenderly -- and before he lets it go, I squeeze, not yet wanting to separate. He just smiles to himself, letting me hold hands with him. "On a serious note, though, I'm happy for you, Dad," I mention, feeling warm from our easy touch. "Thanks, buddy," he says. "Anything I can do to help?" I ask. He just shakes his head. "You just focus on school and raising that beautiful boy of yours. Daddy'll handle the rest." I smirk slightly to myself. "Such a provider," I tease. "Don't sass me, boy." "I'm not," I say with a little chuckle. "I just like to help." He looks over at me for a brief moment, smiling. "I know you do, baby. 'Cause you're a good boy," he murmurs, still holding my hand even as he makes a turn onto a main road. "Daddy's boy?" I suggest, grinning. He laughs, glancing at me. "To the core, kid." Then he smiles tenderly at me. "Joking aside, you really are a good kid, Mitchy. Makes a father real proud." Christ, why is making him proud the biggest compliment I could receive? "I try to be," I say. But he just shakes his head. "Nah, I don't think you do. You just are, Mitch. You've always been like that." I feel him stroking my knuckles with his thumb as he speaks. "Never had to yell at you, only ever had to tell you to do something once and then it got done... You make my job easy." "Oh, so it's a job, huh?" I tease, mostly to distract from the glowing sensation I'm feeling. He chuckles. "It's a fuckin' pleasure, sexy kid." I grunt, feeling a twitch in my groin that makes me shift in my seat. "Alright, stop." "What?" he asks, grinning my way. "You don't like it when Daddy calls you sexy?" "I like it too much, that's the problem," I murmur. It makes Dad laugh, and he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "Point being, I love you," he says. Every time, I get that full-body tingle -- every fucking time. "Love you too, Dad." By the time we get to Olly's, Jack is already there, ready to assist us with repairs. It's been quite a slow project, renovating the bar. It's been hard to find substantial amounts of time for my dad to get any significant work done here, so developments have occurred in slow chunks. Finally, though, the final frontier is in our sights: the restroom, which we plan on knocking out today. Despite the fact that we're doing good work on the gang's home base, helping my father has been beneficial for our relationship. It's an opportunity to get my hands dirty and see what his whole construction shtick is all about up close. But beyond that, it's simply nice to spend more time with him. It's a bit of a bonding experience for us, and I hardly think that we can get much closer at this point. We're a real team. Tagging along on his repair trips has allowed me to develop what he refers to as "the instinct," where I start anticipating his needs before he vocalizes them. If he's about to need a certain tool, I'm already offering it to him. I'm in his head now, just like he's in mine. It's closer to two by the time the three of us finish up with the tiling, wall repair, and last-minute plumbing fixes. There, we decide to break for celebratory beers. "Good fuckin' work, gentlemen," Jack says with a bright grin, clinking his glass against ours. "We finally did it." "Hear, hear," Dad says with a grin before taking a deep swig of his drink. "Only took you... what, seven years?" I tease. Jack glares at me, making me laugh. "Don't make me pop you, kid." "You wouldn't dare," I tease. He raises his eyebrows before bursting out laughing. "Oh ho, gettin' extra cheeky with your daddy here to protect you, huh?" I chuckle, nodding. "Hey, use whatcha got, right?" I say with a grin. Jack snorts. "Wasn't aware that Joel was the kind of guy to get used," he teases, looking at his buddy. Dad just holds onto his drink, nearly blank-faced but slightly amused. "I'm not." I scoff, eyeing him. "Yeah, right." He turns his attention towards me, one eyebrow raised. "Wanna repeat that, boy?" he challenges. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. "No." "Thought so," he says, giving me a playfully steely glare. That fuckin' look... But Jack distracts me with an announcement. "Well, before you too lovebirds start dukin' it out, I should probably get going," Jack says, quickly downing the rest of his drink with three major gulps. "Already?" Dad asks, checking the time. "Was hoping to buy you lunch or somethin'." "Rain check," Jack says before letting out a belch. "Got too much to do." "Well, alright," Dad says before setting his drink down. "What about tonight, though? You busy? Need a babysitter." Jack winces at the suggestion. "Tonight?" "Yeah," Dad says. "I wanna take my boy out." Dad doesn't even look at me when he says that -- but if he had, he'd see how hard I'm smiling. He's been saying he wants to do something special since we haven't really welcomed in the new year properly. It'd be a small outing, but intimate nonetheless. But Jack frowns. "Can't," he says regrettably. "It's hospital night." "Ah, shit," Dad murmurs. "I forgot. How's she doing?" "Not great," Jack says with a heavy sigh, shrugging slightly. His mother's cancer has accelerated, resulting in frequent return trips to the hospital. She's been there for about a week now, and Jack goes in every other night to stay with her. "If you need anything, Jack, please--" "No no," he says to my dad, waving him off. "Don't. It's just how it is." He quickly puts on his happy-face so that we don't have to go down that road. "I can watch the little tyke tomorrow, though, if you want." "Yeah, maybe we can do that," Dad says, scratching his jaw before shrugging. "I'll let you know." And with that, Jack takes his leave. He hugs both of us individually, and we each tell him to pass on our love to his mother as he heads out. Poor guy. I know this is a tough time for him, but he's holding out strong. He always has been that pillar of positivity for everyone, so it's odd to see that light dimmed. But that's why Dad and I invite him over often. Jack loves watching Mason. I don't think he'll admit it, because he's always said he doesn't want kids, but I think watching Mason gives him a light taste of fatherhood without having to pay for the whole meal. It's the perfect bit of sampling for him -- and hey, it makes that big guy happy. "So... you wanted to take me out tonight?" I ask, smiling at Dad as I lean against the bar. He grins, letting his bottle kiss his lips. "Yeah. Was thinking dinner and a movie," he says. "Something classic." "That sounds nice to me," I say, already anticipating an evening of romance. Dad's a man of simple pleasures, but I don't mind that at all. Frankly, we could sit on the curb and not say a word to each other and I'd still consider it a successful date. "And I had something special planned for after," he adds, eyeing me. I wonder what that means... "Define 'special'," I say slowly. He smiles. "That'd ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" I just shrug. "Well, I'm just thinking... Maybe we could just bring Mason with us," I suggest. I don't want to *not* go out tonight, now that I know he had something planned. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly. "Yeah?" "Family date?" I suggest, smiling. "Mmm." He seems to think something over for a moment before he starts grinning. He slides closer to me, reaching out to grip my shirt and tug me to him. "I like the sound of that," he says, leaning in to kiss me. "Family date it is." "Wait wait wait!" Mason cries, his face practically pressed up against his window. "What?" Dad asks, glancing over at us as he drives. "You passed an ice cream place!" Dad and I look at each other before grinning. "It's the dead of winter, Mace," Dad reminds the boy. "You really want ice cream?" "Yeah! Can we get some?" He turns around, peering at Papa from my lap and putting on his best pleading look. "Pleeease?" Dad looks at me, amused. "Whatcha think, babe? You want some ice cream too?" "Hey, I'm up for whatever," I say. "I'm fine with ice cream." Dad nods. "Alright, little one," he says to Mason, looking around for where he can make a U-turn. "But it'll cost you a big, sloppy kiss, you hear me?" Mason giggles in my lap -- and I just *know* he's more than willing to pay up. Dad turns around at the nearest opportunity and parks in a plaza featuring a Chinese place, a quasi-antique store, and an adorable little ice cream shop. When the three of us step into the warm shop and remove our coats, I realize how ridiculous we must look: three generations of family men all dressed to impress. Dad and I are rocking full suits with blazers, and Mason's got on dress pants, a button-up with little cranes all over it, and a bowtie that matches his suspenders. We're fresh from our first "official" family date, where we decided to dress up and enjoy some semi-fine dining. Nothing overly extravagant, since none of us are into that sort of thing and Mason can be rather picky, but it was nice to go somewhere where we can look sharp and turn heads. Dad looks particularly sexy in a suit. His fitted pants somehow make him look taller, and he even managed to find a black-and-white button-up that still is edgy enough for a hardcore biker to approve of, all topped off with a bolo tie instead of a conventional necktie. I went for more darker tones overall, myself, wearing a burgundy button-up underneath my black blazer, but I have a bright bowtie to match my boy's. The server smiles and compliments us on our outfits before taking our orders: a cup of butter pecan for me, a waffle cone of caramel swirl for Dad, and cherry dip for the little guy. We take a seat in the corner of the establishment at a little round table, eagerly diving into our desserts -- Mason especially. "Mmmmm," he hums, his lips already dripping with the vanilla soft serve that's underneath the cherry shell. I grin at him. "Slow down, baby," I tell him. "You're gonna make a mess." "But it's sooo good," he practically moans, licking his lips and then tilting the cone towards me. "Try some." Smiling, I lean forward and take the tip of the ice cream into my mouth, trying not to laugh at his little giggle. "Mmm," I say, nodding as I swallow. "You're right. That *is* good." "Told ya," he says cheekily. "Wanna try mine?" "Yeah," he says. He shifts in his chair and sits on his knees, elbows on the table as he leans forward and opens his mouth to receive a bite -- and fuck if I'm not taken right back to this morning's shower. I bite my lip as I bring a spoonful of my ice cream to Mason's lips, paying close attention to the way they wrap around the plastic and collect the treat. "Mmm! Yours is good too," Mason says with his mouth full before finally swallowing. "But I like mine better." "I should hope so," I say with a grin, reaching over to wipe ice cream off the corner of his mouth. He manages to give my thumb a quick kiss before I pull it away, giggling as if he played the funniest joke on me. God, he's such a sweet little fucker. "How's your ice cream, Papa?" Mason asks. Dad licks his lips, looking at the cone as if pondering its flavor still. "'S good, kiddo," he says. "A little too sweet for me, though, I think." "Lemme try!" Mason asks, holding out his free hand. Grinning, Dad hands over his cone and we both watch Mason take a small sample before smiling. "Mmmmm. That's good, too!" Then, he gives the ice cream another quick lick before murmuring, "I like yours better." "Wanna trade, then?" Dad asks. "Yeah!" Eagerly, Mason hands over his half-eaten cherry dip for Papa Joel to finish. I don't know why, but watching Dad's tongue take long swipes of the ice cream Mason so eagerly lapped up just a few moments ago is making me twitch in the best way. Dad seems to be particularly enjoying himself, because he nods while eating. I chuckle slightly, and he quickly takes notice. "What?" "Enjoying yourself?" I tease. "Oh yeah. Haven't had cherry dip since I was a kid," he says, studying the remaining red shell. "Pretty sure you dipped in my cherry as an adult," I say, trying hard not to snort at my own stupid joke. Dad pauses mid-lick to look at me before shaking his head. "Smartass," he murmurs before leaning over to bop my nose with the tip of his cone. "Hey!" I say, chuckling. Mason joins in too with some giggles of his own, and I look over at my boy. "See what he did?" "Well, you were being a smartass, Daddy." I arch my eyebrow before I burst out laughing. "Well, *sorry*," I say before wiping my nose with my finger. "Did I get it all?" Mason shakes his head. "No. C'mere," he says, beckoning me closer. I lean into him, thinking he'll wipe it off with his fingers. Instead, he moves his face closer to mine and kisses my nose, giggling and licking his lips. "There. All gone." I smile warmly at him. "Thank you, baby." I reach over and run my fingers through his hair before giving his cheek a little rub. As he eats his ice cream, he briefly nuzzles into my touch, and I sigh. It's little moments like that that make me gush for the boy, that make me realize how right we are for each other. We take our time eating our ice creams and reflecting on dinner -- and once their cones have been devoured and my cup is empty, I exhale, leaning back in my chair and looking at Dad. I ask him if he's ready to go home, but he just smirks a bit. "Well, not quite," he says, eyes totally on me as he rubs his chest with one hand. "Told you I had something special planned." I cock my eyebrow. Shit, I had almost forgotten. "What?" "Just a quick detour," he says before turning to Mason. "Ready to go, killer?" "Yep!" he says cheerfully, grabbing his coat. "Thanks for the ice cream, Papa." "Yeah, thanks, Papa," I chime in, grinning. Dad laughs as he stands to get bundled up for the outdoors. "Anything for my boys." We hope back in the truck with me in the middle, and as Dad starts driving, I speculate where he's taking us. All he said was that it's somewhere "special," but that can mean a whole host of things. Hopefully it's somewhere indoors. I'm not a huge fan of standing out in the cold, no matter how toasty this coat is. We end up at a mini-parking lot that overlooks the valley, and with the moon being a bright one tonight, much of the landscape is illuminated. Dad pulls his truck up to the railing, puts it in park, and shuts the lights off before leaning back. "Here we are," he says. I look at him, confused. "Where's here?" "This is The Spot," he says, smirking to himself. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. He just keeps staring at the landscape in thought. "'The Spot'?" "Yeah. When I grew up, this is where everyone in junior high and up came to make out." I blink, laughing. "Seriously?" "Yep," he says with a nod, looking at me. "So, what, you used to bring girls up here and make out with them?" "Sometimes more than just make out," he says with a grin. I hear Mason giggle beside me -- and even I want to laugh. Not that I think it's funny, but that I think it's... well, kinda sexy. "So you brought us here to...?" "Rechristen it, so to speak. Give it some newer, better memories," he says with a shrug. "It was just gonna be, you know, me 'n you, but..." He glances over at Mason with a smile. "Never thought I'd bring both my boys here." Rechristen it? That can only mean one thing... "What d'you say, stud?" Dad asks me. "Good ol' fashioned make out with your man?" A smile forms on my face automatically. "*Fuck* yes," I murmur, and even though I cuss in front of Mason, he doesn't reprimand me. He just chuckles and unbuckles his seatbelt. "Keep watch, tiger," Dad says to Mason before leaning over to me, snaking his hand to the back of my head, and pressing his lips to mine. No more waiting, no more talking. We just dive right in. I hum softly against him, envisioning all the girls he's courted and taken up to this very spot in some old pick-up truck similar to this one. I doubt any of those girls felt as special as I do right now, none as lucky. I've got it *good*. I'm so turned on by the notion that Dad has wanted to make this spot special again -- for the family. I kiss him back with added fervor, making him grunt softly as our lips practically meld. It starts off with just lips, constantly adjusting our angle and moving in a slow push-and-pull sort of dance before I introduce my tongue. He accepts it without a shred of hesitation, tightening his grip on my hair and pulling me deeper. I reach forward and grab onto his coat, tugging him closer. Eager for more contact, I shift and straddle his lap, not once lifting my mouth from his. He wanted a good ol' fashioned make out, so that's exactly what he's going to get. I want it steamy, passionate, and deliciously sweet but undeniably sensual. I want it all. Dad's hands reach into my coat to wrap around me, sliding down my back before settling on my ass. He cups each cheek and gives them both simultaneous squeezes, making me rut ever so slightly into him while we kiss. As my tongue explores his mouth, I realize I can still taste the ice cream on his tongue, like a hidden sweetness I have to keep digging for. He encourages me to search, maintaining the depth of our connection at such a profound level that it feels bottomless. I could kiss him forever and still find something new, something to taste, something to love. I'm broken out of my trance by the sound of Mason giggling, and I pull away from Dad, looking towards my left. "What's so funny?" "The window's all foggy," he says -- and sure enough, the windows are getting pretty steamy. Mason's been drawing little pictures on his. "Guess you can't really keep watch, huh?" I mention. Mason shakes his head. "Not really," he says, dragging his finger across the glass to draw what looks like a turtle. "Well," I say, "maybe your time would be better spent doin' some smoochin'." At the prospect of kissing, Mason's head whips towards me, and I chuckle. "C'mere, sexy." He blushes but smiles brightly before quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding closer to us. He looks between me and his grandfather as if unsure whose lips to kiss first. In the interest of making his life easier (and getting my lips on his), I lean in and rope him into a kiss. The duality is so strange and thrilling to me. With Dad, our kisses can get so lusty and deep, but with Mason, our kisses have a distinct tenderness about them. After all, he's still so small compared to me. He's still my little boy. Despite that, though, there's still a vigor about him, an eagerness both to please and to seek pleasure. My kissable little man. Goddamn, I'm in heaven. Mason and I trade kisses back and forth while Dad wraps an arm around the little guy, his other hand still resting on my ass and giving it firm squeezes. We draw Mason into our space, and when I sense that Dad is itching for a turn, I pull back. We seamlessly switch. It's just a matter of Dad leaning in and me tilting Mason's face towards his Papa Joel's to receive that coveted kiss. Watching Dad make out with my son so tenderly has made me realize that I'm a bit of a voyeur. It's both beautiful and fucking hot, and I feel my cock twitch in my briefs at the sight of Dad and Mason embracing the sensual side of their relationship. Part of me is proud, too. When our intimacy first started to blossom more, Dad and I would guide our little guy through the motions. Now, Mason knows what he's doing. He knows what kinds of kisses he's going for, because he's had plenty of practice. As I sit in my father's lap, I watch my son take the reins, guiding Papa Joel this time, watching hints of tongue appear when their lips repeatedly separate. I lean in and kiss Dad's neck while he's smooching on Mason, grinning slightly when he starts to groan. To tease him further, I slide my hand down to his bulge and feel out the stiffness there. He grunts, just slightly lifting his hips -- and then, he quickly pulls his lips from Mason and plants them on mine as way of nonverbally telling me that he approves of what I'm doing. I hum softly, kissing him deeply and letting our lips smack repeatedly through a quicker kiss so that he can get back to his grandson. As I feel Dad up, I smile at the sight of his hand sliding down Mason's back. At that position, there's only one place he could be touching: Mason's sweet little peach. He's got both of his boys' bottoms in each hand, constantly switching back and forth between our lips, all smiles and sighs and lusty growls and little-boy whimpers. It's fucking perfect. "I'm the happiest man right now," Dad mutters against my lips ten minutes into our make out session. He's smiling wider than I usually see him smile. I guide Mason's hand to his grandfather's groin so that he can feel how hard we've made him. "Guess Papa wasn't kidding," I say with a teasing grin. "Definitely *feels* happy." Mason giggles and Dad sighs. "Fucker," he whispers, snagging another drippy kiss from me. "Mmmf," I hum, licking the slobber off my bottom lip. "What d'you say we take this home?" Dad bites his lip. "You wanna leave?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Well... I mean..." I laugh slightly. Do I? "I think at least one of us should cum before we leave," Dad suggests, emphasizing that point with a squeeze of my ass. I gulp, my cock 100% responding. "Yeah?" "Yeah," he says in such a low tone that I get chills. "Rechristen this place properly." He gives me a kiss before turning to Mason. His hand slides away from Mason's backside and rests on the boy's front, right between his legs. "How 'bout it, little buddy?" Dad asks, groping what is sure to be a stiffy behind that fabric. "Wanna cum?" Mason just blushes and nods, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes, please." "'Yes, please,'" Dad repeats, chuckling. "So cute." "Full of cute, he is," I say, reaching over to assist. While Dad rubs on Mason, I undo his little belt. Dad moves his hand away to let me undo those pants, the Spiderman pattern quickly coming into view and the fabric looking a bit distended. "What are you hiding in there?" I ask with a grin. Mason giggles again. "Nothing," he says, covering his bulge with his hand. "Aww, he's shy," I tease, talking to Dad. "Mmm, shame," Dad murmurs. "Was hopin' to make my favorite grandson cum *real* hard." Mason laughs, eyeing his Papa Joel. "I'm your *only* grandson." "Still my favorite, ain'tcha?" Dad says with a grin. I watch as he reaches over to slip his fingertip behind the waistband of Mason's briefs. He runs his finger along the inside teasingly. "What d'you say, kiddo?" Mason bites his lip before nodding once. "Is that a yes?" Dad asks, just barely starting to tug the front of the boy's briefs down. "Need to hear a 'Yes, Papa'." "Yes, Papa," Mason says softly. With the green light glowing, Dad and I both slide Mason's briefs down mid-thigh so that his hard pecker is free. Dad's the first one to touch him. His fingers go straight for that nail, and Mason moans as his grandfather strokes him. Then, Dad kisses me before murmuring, "I want to watch you first." I bite my lip, looking down at Mason's crotch, and I immediately feel my mouth watering. "Lie down for me, baby," I murmur to him, and he quickly gets into position, just slightly lifting his shirt up so that it's not covering any of the goods. Grinning, I slide off of my dad's lap, eager to tend to my son. The first time I put my mouth on Mason, I was amazed by how smooth he was. The skin there is so fucking tender that I thought my boy would melt on the spot. In a way, he did. He giggled and moaned and sighed his way through his daddy giving him head, and I loved every minute of it -- and I've loved every minute since. Mason holds his hard-on up for me, and I smile at him as I rest my hands on his thighs. "That for me, Mace?" He giggles and nods. "Yeah, Daddy." "Mmm. Looks good," I whisper, leaning over to give the very tip a small kiss. Then, I part my lips and take him in. Mason lets out a soft sigh, his body squirming ever so slightly as I wrap him in lips, tongue, and spit. God, he tastes so good. So different to my father's flavor. It's like there's this inherent sweetness in my boy, and I want it all. I completely envelope his cock in my mouth, bobbing slowly up and down and letting my hands slide up his shirt to give his smooth torso some stimulation. Mason practically purrs, gently rocking his hips in time with my movements. That's it, baby. Sink in. I pull off of his exceptionally hard pecker to start kissing around his groin, peppering his skin with smooches. That's when I notice Dad shifting. I look over to see that he's leaning over too, his cock sticking out of his pants, hard and dripping in his hand. I give him some room to play, watching up close as Dad brings his own lips to his grandson's cock. Mason immediately giggles, knowing exactly who's on him now because of Dad's tickling facial hair. It's a tight fit in the truck with the both of us going down on our boy, but we're making it work. Dad focuses on Mason's hard nail as I kiss around the boy's thigh, and hip, and lower core. Dad and I even play-fight a little for turns pleasuring Mason, constantly swapping back and forth and even trading lewd, filthy kisses over the little guy. One thing's for certain: Dad's never going to look at this place the same. I'm sure he's already forgotten all about those girls. Once Dad starts getting involved, Mason's orgasm comes more swiftly. "D-Daddy," he murmurs. I pull my lips from his cock and look up at my boy -- and Dad doesn't miss a second, replacing my mouth with his. "Yeah, baby?" "It's coming," he says, looking down at me. I smile at him, sliding up so that I can kiss his sweet lips. "Cum for us, baby boy," I whisper to him. "Cum for your daddies." I hold Mason while his orgasm washes over him. I hold him while he trembles and moans, while a soft but surprised smile appears on his face, while he pushes his hips up towards his Papa Joel's mouth so that he's completely taken. I kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothings to my precious boy until he relaxes and hums in satisfaction. "I love that," Mason murmurs as Dad pulls off, and both my father and I chuckle. "Well, we love making you feel good, kiddo," I tell him, giving him another wet smooch. Mason, with his cheeks pink and a satiated expression on his face, smiles at me. "Can I try it when we get home?" My eyebrows shoot up high -- and my cock throbs like a motherfucker. "You wanna try it?" "Mhm," he says, biting his lip in the most adorable fucking way. God, how I adore this boy. I glance over at Dad, who looks just as surprised as I feel. But he just smiles tenderly at me. "Up to Daddy," he says. I guess we're making steps today. If Mason wants to try something new, I can't possibly say no. I smile down at my boy, rubbing my chin as if thinking it over. "Tell you what," I say after a moment. "If you kiss me all the way home, then I'll let you try it." I laugh when I see Mason's eyes flicker to my lips, and he giggles along with me. "Deal!" Dad and Mason make themselves presentable before Dad starts the truck and starts bringing us home. I've got my boy in my lap, though, trading slow kisses while my hands wander his backside. In between smooches, we whisper "I love you" to each other, giggling like little boys that have crushes on each other, testing out short pecks and deep lip-locks until finally, we're home. Once we park in the driveway, I carry my giggling boy in my arms like the little prince he is, passing through the threshold of our sanctuary. After locking up, the three of us head straight up to the master bedroom. There is where we strip out of our shoes and coats, revealing the handsome outfits we each are wearing. Then, methodically, they're removed. I start with Mason's bowtie while Dad gets behind me and starts unbuttoning my shirt while kissing on my neck. It's a bit distracting at first, and I even tilt my head back to snag a quick, lusty kiss from him before focusing on getting my boys clothes off. First, the bowtie, followed by his shirt and suspenders to unveil his developing torso. Then come the pants and those familiar undies until they're pooled at his ankles, leaving him naked in front of me. I take my time with each article of clothing, like I'm unwrapping a gift Mason has so willingly given to me. As I help Mason step out of the remaining clothes, I realize Dad has already stripped behind me -- and just like that, I'm the only one clothed, my shirt undone but not off. "You're wearing too much, kid," Dad teases, pressing up against me. That's when I can feel that he's naked. I can feel his hard cock nudging against my lower back. "Fix it, then," I say with a grin. In response, Dad bites gently on my neck, making me cry out with a soft moan. He takes off my shirt slowly, all while little Mason's making quick work of my belt. Once the pants are opened, they fall to my ankles, leaving me in just my briefs. Dad reaches around and grips my heavy bulge firmly, surely making me leak. "We're doin' this, huh?" Dad asks me directly in my ear. I nod softly. "Yeah. We're doing this." He grunts approvingly before putting his chin on my shoulder so that he can look down at Mason. "Who do you wanna try first, kiddo?" he asks. "Me or Daddy?" Mason pauses, glancing down at my crotch in thought. Guess the boy has some tough decisions to make. He taps his finger on his lip before looking back up at us. "Daddy's," he says. Fuck, baby. Dad kisses my shoulder and murmurs, "Daddy's it is," before helping Mason take my briefs off. It feels extra erotic to have my hard-on dripping with cock spit swing out in front of my family because of what we're anticipating: the next step in full family love. The three of us move to the bed, and Dad positions me onto my back before getting between my legs, carefully lifting my cock, and planting a kiss just under the head. I sigh softly, my shaft throbbing in response -- especially when Mason joins his grandfather's side. He sits cross-legged by my hip, watching Papa Joel playfully smooch on my dick. Then, Dad wraps his lips around the tip and sucks hard enough on the head to make a lewd pop noise. Instantly, Mason falls into a fit of giggles, and Dad grins up at the boy. "Ya like that?" "Yeah," he says, grinning ear to ear. "Do it again." He does it once more, making it extra wet and extra loud, and Mason tries to hold in his laughter -- but of course he fails. I smile at my boy, reaching over to stroke his side with my knuckles. "Enjoying yourself, huh?" "I'm always enjoying myself," Mason says smartly, and I snort. "Well, excuse me, then," I mutter, and even Dad laughs right against my cock before parting his lips and swallowing me. I moan out softly, closing my eyes for a moment as I feel his head bobbing up and down. He keeps his pace to a moderate one, probably because Mason is watching and preparing to emulate his actions. When I open my eyes, I look down and watch him take me with ease and care. I find it interesting how... soft Dad looks when he's going down on us. It must be something in his expression, but he looks so tender and at peace that it heightens my arousal. Frankly, I know what he's feeling. Making your boy feel good in such an intimate way is indescribable, and Dad relishes these moments. I watch him closely as he coats me in spit, stroking the base lightly as he works up and down. Dad pulls off slowly, licking his lips before he peers up at Mason. "You takin' notes, boy?" Mason just smiles. "Kinda." "You wanna give it a go?" The boy nods repeatedly, biting his lip. "Can I?" "Sure you can," Dad says with a grin, and my cock twitches again. "Come lie by me." He pats the spot next to my hip, and Mason quickly shifts onto his stomach, his face incredibly close to my cock. "You don't have to go crazy, alright?" Dad explains, tilting my hard-on towards Mason. I watch as Mason leans in and presses that mouth to my cock, a mouth I've kissed on so often now opening up to fit the tip between those tender lips. Goddamn, what a sight. I look obscenely large when pitted up against my son's face. And the feeling? It's incredible. There's something so special about my little boy taking my arousal into his own mouth for the first time that just makes my toes curl. Dad's teaching my boy how to suck cock. I can just barely hear him murmuring instructions and praises in Mason's ear as the boy starts to mimic what Dad and I have done in front of him so often the past few weeks. It's the reverse of my fantasy this morning, but fuck, am I glad to be the recipient. I can't look away from Mason's sweet face or his plump little lips hugging my engorged member as he very lightly bobs up and down, testing the waters. It's so wrong, but so fucking right. He takes it too deep, though, quickly choking and pulling off in surprise. His face is flushed with embarrassment, spit hanging from his lips as he coughs. "Sorry, Daddy," he says, looking up at me sheepishly. "Don't be sorry, baby. You're doing amazing," I tell him, reaching down to stroke his hair. That always calms him down a bit -- and sure enough, he smiles tenderly up at me. "Just take it easy, kiddo," Dad suggests, giving Mason's shoulder a little kiss while stroking me slowly. "You don't need to impress us. We're already very impressed by you." Mason looks over at Papa Joel, eyebrows raised. "Really? You are?" "Really really," Dad says, smiling. "We're just having fun and making each other feel good. That's all." And with that, Dad resumes working me over. I sigh softly, holding onto the back of his head as he works his way down. As Dad fellates me, Mason glances up at me with a curious expression. I just give him a smile. "You don't have to do that, Mace." He bites his lip a little bit, giving me a look that plainly says, "But I want to, Daddy." Pretty sure I feed Dad an extra drop of precum right there, and I just give my son a little nod. At first, Mason just watches his grandfather blow me, a mix between studious and entertained. He doesn't just watch Papa Joel's lips take me in over and over. He watches my reactions, too: the way my core tenses, the way my legs shift, the way I clutch onto the sheets, the way I sigh and moan... He's getting the full picture. Then, once he can no longer sit idly by, Mason starts leaning back in again. When Dad senses Mason wants to get involved, he pulls off of my cock and tilts my shaft towards my boy. Mason starts with something he's seen my father and I do to each other many times: lapping up the shaft, to which he likened to lapping at an ice cream cone. He sticks out that pink tongue of his and drags it up my length, giggling as he does. Hell, it makes all of us laugh a little -- and that's what makes this a little more special. We're just family guys, having fun. Both of them start licking and kissing either side of me, so I get the experienced lips of my dad and the eager lips of my son simultaneously. Every time I ooze precum from the slit, someone swipes it up -- and often, Dad will collect it on his tongue just to feed it to Mason. It's tender, playful, and fucking sexy. Frankly, it's almost too much for me to handle. Dad's been keeping a constant motion with his hand, never once pausing in pleasuring me, so eventually, I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm close," I murmur while the two of them are busy giggling over the sounds their cock-kisses make. Dad peers up at me before smiling and then addressing Mason. "Wanna see your daddy cum, kiddo?" "Yeah!" Mason says excitedly, grinning widely. He's never watched me cum with my cock this close to his face before, and I'm sure he's just now making that realization. Dad takes over completely, wrapping his lips around the knob and completely enveloping me in warmth and spit and stimulation. Once I have his full attention, it doesn't take long for me to cum. I just grunt and tense up, Dad so casually drawing up my load until it finally spurts. I cry out with a blissful moan as the first shot sprays into Dad's mouth. Quickly, though, he pulls off to milk the rest out onto my torso and let Mason see the result of their efforts. I feel my cock throb repeatedly in Dad's grip, pumping out rope after rope until my stomach is covered. I take a moment to catch my breath, sighing heavily, content, satisfied. Dad squeezes out the last few drops before rubbing over my all-too-sensitive head with his thumb, making me twitch and laugh. "Fucker," I groan, slapping his hand away. "Be nice," he murmurs, hitting me with a sexy grin before his eyes are distracted by Mason's hand entering his field of vision. We both watch as the boy drags his fingers through my load, feeling out the texture and grinning softly to himself. He's fascinated with cum, and has often expressed how he can't wait for the day he makes some of his own. "Like it, huh?" I ask. Mason giggles a bit as he plays with my cum between his fingers, nodding. "It's so weird," he comments before looking at his grandfather. "I wanna see you shoot yours." Dad just grins softly. "Yeah?" he asks. He sits up on his knees, his powerful cock jutting out in front of us. I quickly sit up and take hold of it, feeling how hot and heavy it is in my grip. The most beautiful cock in the world, in my opinion. "I wanna see you shoot too," I say with a grin, looking up at him. He smirks down at me before running his fingers through my hair as I stroke him. "My little boys wanna see their big man cum, huh?" "Mmm, yeah, Daddy," I murmur, leaning forward to give the head a kiss. "Cum for us?" I ask sweetly. I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, slowly swirling my tongue around the glans and making him tighten his grip on my hair ever so slightly. "Make me cum, then, little stud," he tells me, giving me a tenderly purposeful look. Blushing under his gaze, I find myself taking more and more of his cock, feeding myself with it. It fills my mouth so perfectly, so fully, that I can't help but salivate over his cock like I'm tasting my favorite meal. Judging from how much I respond to him, I think we're meant to love physically. And now, my little boy's being brought into the mix, and it just feels... complete. Dad puts his hand on the back of Mason's head and murmurs, "C'mere, beautiful." With a giggle, Mason slides forward and joins me -- and I quickly pull him into my lap so that I can hold him, touch him, be intimate with him and make him feel included. Together, we start working Papa Joel over. Mason takes care of Dad's balls, fondling them in his little hands before leaning in to give them soft kisses while I suckle on my father's cock. I swear I'm probably dripping spit all over the place but I don't care. Just shows my enthusiasm for family lovin'. "Fuckin' love you, boys," Dad grunts, feeding his cock into my throat. I groan around his shaft, pushing forward, relaxing so that he can get in deeper and deeper. I can only go so far, though, because Mason kisses his way up to the base of his grandfather's shaft. He nuzzles his adorable little face into my father's trimmed bush before planting sensual little-boy kisses on the hot, hard flesh. Slowly, I pull back to give my boy an opportunity to explore -- and explore he does. It's like we're reading each other's minds, because Mason drags his lips up as I pull back, and when I pull off completely, my son quickly replaces my mouth with his. Dad groans as his youngest boy takes a turn, and I whisper in Mason's ear as he bobs back and forth, doing his best to match our rhythm. "You're doing so good, baby," I tell him before kissing his neck. "Beautiful, sexy boy." Mason giggles around Dad's shaft, pulling off with a little laugh. "I like when you call me sexy," he whispers, turning to me. I smile before pecking his lips. "Good. 'Cause you're *fucking sexy*, loverboy." I lean in for more kisses, longer kisses, deeper kisses -- and while I get lost in my boy's lips, Dad strokes off right in front of us. I'm sure he doesn't mind the show. I hold Mason's soft jaw in my hand, guiding him through a blend of lusty and sweet kisses, ones that Mason has no problem keeping up with. He really is becoming my little loverboy, my pint-sized Casanova. "God, you two," Dad murmurs, stroking faster. "Gonna make Papa cum." That's the only thing that makes me break the kiss. I separate from Mason's lips to look over at Dad's cock as I swallow saliva. Instinct tells me to suck him dry, but I want to give Mason the pleasure of receiving one of Papa Joel's loads -- so I just hold Mason close, smiling gently. "Get ready, kiddo," I murmur in his ear, like he's in for a treat. My tone works, because Mason giggles excitedly. Dad swears under his breath, his fist moving so fast it almost becomes a blur until he finally pauses, tenses up, and then cums. The head of his cock flares before the first rope spurts out right at Mason's face. Mason gasps a bit, flinching in surprise and scrunching up his face -- but otherwise, he maintains his position, laughing. God, what a sight: my big, beefy, biker gang stud of a father painting his prepubescent grandson's face with his cum. It's a thick load, too, and Mason gets his fair share of ropes before the rest of it spills out onto his lap. Dad only takes a few seconds to catch his breath before we're all chuckling softly at Mason's new look. "Damn, baby," I say, kissing Mason's nose. "Took it like a champ." "It feels funny," Mason says -- and I think he literally means comical, because he can't stop giggling with one of his eyes closed. "Looks good on you, though," Dad says, grunting softly. "Almost wanna take a picture." Well... why not? "Get the Polaroid." Dad eyes me skeptically. "You sure?" "We can keep it in your safe or something," I suggest -- and at that, Dad grins slightly. "Alright," he says, sliding off the bed. Luckily, the camera is on top of the dresser, since Mason and I used it last night while Dad was out. Dad scoops it up before turning it on and coming back to bed. "Okay, cummy boy," Dad says to Mason. "Smile big 'n wide for me." Mason flashes his teeth, grinning as wide as he can, and Dad quickly snaps a photo. He chuckles softly as it starts to print before tossing it to the side to develop. "I'm sure that came out good." "Oh, I have no doubt," I say, turning back to my baby boy. Jesus, he looks oddly adorable with a face full of cum, so I'm happy we've memorialized this with a photo. "Come help me clean him up, Papa." I feel Dad shift nearby just as I start leaning in and slowly lapping up his load. He starts on the other side of Mason's face, and the boy immediately tries squirming away from our tongue bath, his bright laughter filling the room. But we pin him down until Dad's cum is gone and Mason's shining with nothing but our saliva. "Perfectly clean," Dad says, finishing off with a sweet peck on Mason's lips. "Well... maybe not perfectly," I say. When he arches his brow in questioning, I keep talking. "If we really wanna get clean, we should hit the bathroom. I mean, what better way to end a family date than with a nice, long bath?" Dad grins softly, and Mason, who's a giggle machine at this point, practically squeals at the prospect of having a family bath. "Yes yes yes!" he cries. Dad just laughs before leaning in to give me a kiss, holding his lips against mine and humming gently. "Not quite ready to end our date night, huh?" he asks me. I just shake my head, giving him a smile that's just for him, just for my daddy. "Never." - End of Chapter 11 -