Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2021 10:36:02 -0700
From: RJ <ruetheben@gmail.com>
Subject: Common Law - Ch. 14

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
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~ Chapter 14 ~

"Daddy! Papaaa!"

Dad and I pause in our packing to smile at each other. "Upstairs, Mace!" I
shout back. Then, as his rapid little footsteps grow louder, he bursts into
the master bedroom, excited to see us. "There's my little guy," I say as he
runs over and hugs my legs.

Chuckling, I squat down to pick him up and give him a proper hug and
kiss. "Missed you, Daddy," he says softly.

"Missed you too, baby. But you had fun at your sleepover, right?"

As Dad comes over to give Mason a quick smooch, he nods emphatically, with
that special little grin.

It's no surprise that Jack is more or less in love with Mason. The way he
dotes on the boy and treats him like a true little prince makes that
evident. Hell, my son no longer calls me his "boyfriend" anymore, as that
term is now used exclusively for his Uncle Jack. It's a playful thing for
Mason, but for Jack, spending time with Mason gives him the chance to
really romance a boy like he's dreamt of doing for so long. He takes him
out on special dates, most of which end up resulting in a sleepover.

Annoyingly, we don't get too many details out of Jack himself. He's a
private guy. Plus, I think he feels it's too crass to discuss intimate
details. But luckily, Mason likes to tell me and his papa about the fun
things he and Jack get up to after their dates: kisses in bed, slow
stripping, touching, and lots of oral. Jack is apparently very fond of
getting his lips anywhere Mason will let him kiss. And any time he gets
between the boy's legs, more often than not he'll bring Mason to three or
so orgasms before bed. Mason in turn gets his own fun, too, playing with
his Uncle Jack's allegedly huge cock. I haven't gotten a good look up close
myself, but the way Mason estimates it by holding his palms apart (and with
confirmation from Dad) is astounding. Jack's just big all over. Good for
Mason, though. I mean, what boy doesn't like the thought of a big dick?

Jack enters the bedroom half a minute after Mason. "Gentlemen," he says,
greeting us with a joyous expression on his face. It's almost like there's
been new life in him ever since he and Mason started exploring together.

"Hey Jack," I say after Dad just gives him an affirming nod. "How was your
night?"

"Mace and I spend a nice, quiet evening in," he says, leaving it at
that. He does have a very satisfied look on his face.

Dad just snorts. "Quiet? I doubt that."

Mason giggles a bit in my arms.

"Alright, but it was nice, still," Jack says, smirking slightly. "Anyway, I
just came up to say hey. Gotta get rollin'."

"Already?" Dad asks.

"Only swung by to drop the little elfie off," the big man says, scratching
his beard a little. "And to wish you a good vacation."

"You sure you don't wanna come?" I ask.

Jack just holds his hands up. "I'm sure, buddy. This is your time to get
away for a bit. Family style."

I could argue that Jack is practically family, but he'd just deny it. He
doesn't like to intrude, which I at least appreciate. "Alright," I
say. "But if you change your mind--"

"I won't," Jack says, chuckling. "You boys have fun. But not too much fun."

"No promises there," Dad says, turning to his buddy. They take each other's
hands and do a quick embrace to say farewell. "You've got the key, right?"

Jack nods. We had given Jack a spare key to the house this week so that he
could take care of Mason's pet turtle while we're gone. Plus, Jack kind of
deserves a spare key now. "Bowser's in good hands," he says jovially.

"Good, good," Dad says. Then, Dad turns to Mason. "Say goodbye to your
boyfriend, kiddo."

Mason smiles as I walk us over closer to Jack to let Mason get his goodbye
kiss. He looks flustered every time Mason demands kisses from him right in
front of me and Dad, but all the same, he lets their lips meet and then
break with a luscious smack. "Catch you later, elfie."

"I'll miss you," Mason chirps.

Jack smiles, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "I'll miss you too."
Then he turns to me and gives me a simple but just as affectionate pat on
the back. "Happy early birthday, bud."

I smile at Jack. "Thanks, big guy."

Now, Jack addresses the three of us. "Well, gentlemen. I'll see you guys in
a week." We all say goodbye one more time before Jack turns and exits the
room.

Dad and I catch up with Mason on his date with Jack briefly, and he tells
us about how they sampled each and every ice cream shop in town before
enjoying a long night of superhero films. And of course, they had a little
fun, but that's to be expected. But Mason doesn't seem terribly interested
in talking too much about his date, because there's something even more
exciting on the horizon: vacation.

This trip was made possible by the serious commission Dad made on that
multimillion dollar property. True to his word, once Dad deposited that
check, he said he was going to take me out on a romantic getaway --
including Mason, of course. This family vacation also serves as a
celebration for me, since it falls on my birthday.

When I had asked what Dad had planned, he gave me an answer that was true
to his word: a cabin in the woods. I was disappointed at first, half-hoping
for a real sort of getaway like Hawaii or the Carribean, but the more I
looked into the place Dad rented out, the more luxurious it seemed. It's
not just some dingy cabin. It's like a cozy, high-end hotel. It's way up on
a mountain, right next to a beautiful lake, with full amenities like a hot
tub and a stocked bar. And best of all? It's private as hell. There's a
city right nearby with lots of fun things to do, including an amusement
park that we'll definitely try out, but it's far enough away from the
nearest town for us to be isolated on our fifty-plus acres of forested
land. Plus, Dad said he had a surprise in store for me. Who knows what that
could mean...

We spend the rest of our morning packing up all the essentials (which, by
Mason's standards, means plenty of snacks) before filling up the car and
driving out to the cabin. It's not too far of a drive. By the time we
arrive, it's later in the afternoon, and we decide to spend tonight solely
at the cabin. Tonight's all about relaxation.

The first thing we do is bring our bags into the cabin, and my jaw drops a
little. Even Mason, who's all excitable, takes pause and murmurs "Whoa"
when we walk in. It's way nicer than the photos made it look, and that's
incredibly rare. The decor is incredibly rustic and charming, perfect for a
rugged, blue collar man that has a sense of interior design. But what
amazes me is the natural light we're getting. One wall is just one huge
window, and the skylights stream in filtered light in the coziest way.

"Like what you see, boys?" Dad says, coming in behind us.

"Uh.... *Hell* yeah," I say, finding myself smiling.

We bring our first round of bags to the bedroom, which is just as luxurious
as the living space. I even smile at the fact that there's only one
oversized bed in the whole cabin. "Special request?" I ask, grinning.

"Nope," Dad says. "But the fella I rented this place from said `You sure
one bedroom is fine for three people?'"

I snort. "What'd you say?"

"That we'd be fine. Just me `n my two young kids," he says with a little
grin.

I feel myself getting hot already. "Bastard," I murmur. Dad just chuckles
and kisses the top of my head before putting his bags in the corner.

"Is this really all for us?" Mason asks after he explored the room.

"Yeah, buddy. All week."

"Wow," Mason says in amazement. "This is so cool."

"What do you wanna do first, kiddo?" Dad asks. "Explore, or--?" But Dad
barely gets out another word before Mason yells "Explore!" excitedly. He
just laughs. "Alright. Let's get the rest of the stuff, and then we'll look
around."

We spend a good fifteen minutes transferring our things from the car to the
cabin before we allow ourselves to really take a look at what the cabin has
to offer. The bedroom is intimate and warm. The bathroom is gorgeous,
equipped with a spacious, high-end looking shower composed of tile. It even
has a huge window that gives us a good view of the surrounding
mountains. Dad and I tap into the bar in the living area, making ourselves
gin and tonics as we wander around the kitchen and living room. There are
add-ons, like a pool table and a dartboard, but there's also a huge
television high up on the wall, a fireplace, an incredibly comfortable
lounging chair, and a huge couch perfect for cuddling... all the makings of
a great movie night.

But my favorite part of the cabin itself is the back porch. It's actually a
balcony, and the porch (which houses the hot tub) overlooks the valley that
leads down to the lake. And the sun is on its way to setting so perfectly
that I couldn't imagine a better way to watch the day end.

Dad and I take it all in on the balcony while Mason busies himself with
investigating all the cabinets and drawers for goodies. "Beautiful, isn't
it?" Dad says.

"I'll say." I look over, watching him sip his drink. "You picked a good
spot."

He smiles, still looking off towards the lake. "I've had my eye on this
place for a long time," he says before turning to me. "You really like it?"

"Dad..." I laugh a bit. "This place is amazing. I can't wait to get into
the woods either."

"Yeah, I'm hoping we can do some hiking this week," he says fondly.

"I'd love that. And that lake... Fucking gorgeous."

"Watch your mouth," he murmurs.

I roll my eyes. "You're such an idiot."

"Be nice," he says, bumping me with his hip as he polishes off the rest of
his drink. It's a substantial amount, and he takes a few gulps before he
sighs and turns to me. "Wanna head down to the water?"

"I'd love to," I say. He then smiles, leans down, and kisses me so sweetly
that I almost melt into a puddle right there. He tastes of gin, but there's
that unmistakable heaviness of his breath in the kiss too. He gingerly
strokes my side before heading back into the cabin to grab Mason.

Only equipped with a big blanket to bring down to the beach, the three of
us head down to the lake. Dad and I get the blanket open and settled as
Mason heads to the water, removes his shoes, and tips a toe in. "Ooo," he
says. "It's nice."

Dad smiles at him. "Wanna swim, little man?"

"Yeah!" he says. "But I left my trunks in the cabin."

"That's alright," Dad says, taking off his shirt in one fluid motion. "It's
private here. Means we can swim naked."

As Dad starts to undo his belt, Mason giggles. I just smirk. "Skinny
dipping?"

Dad grins right back at me. "You opposed?"

"To seeing you naked?" I ask. "Never."

"Guess that's settled, then," he says, pushing his jeans and underwear to
the ground and placing them on the blanket. I lick my lips at the sight of
his strong body on display for me, all out in the open, so proud and
masculine. God, it makes my mouth water. Then, little Mason trots up next
to me, following in his Papa Joel's steps and stripping all the way
down. "C'mere, munchkin," Dad says, quickly scooping Mason up and then
running towards the water. I hear Mason screaming with laughter as Dad
jumps in with a splash. I watch on fondly before shucking off my clothes
and then diving into the inviting, crystal-clear water alongside my family.

We swim for what feels like hours, and I've never had so much fun while
also feeling so at peace. There must be something in the water, or the air,
because I'm tingling all over. I feel so incredibly happy and blessed to be
in this amazing place with my two favorite guys, my family, my man and boy,
distancing ourselves from the rest of the world and just enjoying our
togetherness.

Eventually, Dad and I find ourselves lounging nude on the blanket while
Mason works on building a sandcastle with a moat nearby. It feels nice to
just rest against my father, who's got an arm comfortably around me. We
just sit quietly, looking whenever Mason asks us to peek at what he's been
creating, but mostly, we're here just to soak it all in. The rolling hills
beyond, the sky starting to change, the trees rustling with the breeze, the
birds singing... It's moments like these where I understand why my dad
loves nature so much, and why he's the quiet, rugged type. This is what
it's all about.

"This place is incredible," I murmur.

"Yeah?" he asks, giving me a gentle squeeze. "You really like it?"

"Duh," I say, grinning as I look up at him.

"You don't have to say you like it just to please me," he says.

I raise my eyebrows. "Seriously? You think I'm doing that?"

"No, no. I'm just saying, if that's the case--"

"It's not," I say shortly.

Dad seems pleased by my assurance. "Well... It's for sale."

I blink, confused and turning so that I'm more fully facing him. "What is?"

"This property," he says, gesturing vaguely to our surroundings.

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Yep. The owner offers a reduced rental rate for prospective buyers."

"Prospective buyers?" I repeat. "Does that mean...?"

"Yeah, I'm... thinking about buying it."

Holy shit. Really? "No way," I say, feeling a smile strain my cheeks.

"Wanted to make sure you really liked it here first."

"Are you kidding? This place is amazing so far," I say excitedly, giddy
about the prospect of being able to come back here whenever I want.

"Well, give it a week at least," Dad says with a smile that plainly says
"Reel it in, kiddo" in perfect dad-fashion.

"Must be expensive," I say.

"I got it covered," he says, whatever that means. "But I'd like to put in
an offer when we leave. It'd be nice to have a real getaway place, wouldn't
it?"

"One-hundred percent," I say, nodding. Then, a thought strikes
me. "Wait. Is this the surprise you were talking about?"

He looks confused for a second before it seems to dawn on him. Then he
smiles. "No, that's not it," he says. "That one's for later." Damn, another
surprise? This is turning out to be quite a good vacation already. "But,
yeah, I was thinking... This could be our getaway home for now, and
then... Maybe in the future... our permanent home."

I give him a little smirk. "Ours?"

"You and me, son," he says. "Mace is gonna grow up one day and wanna leave
the nest, and it'll just be you `n me."

I nod a bit, looking at Mason. Dad and I have talked about the
inevitability of Mason branching outside the home. He's a curious kid, and
if I do my job right, he'll remain as such well into his prime
years. There's a whole world out there that I want him to experience, loves
I want him to have, memories I want him to make. It's evident that he wants
to branch out, like he's doing with Jack and even few boys in his
class. He'll always have me and his Papa Joel, that's for sure. But I want
him to choose exactly what he wants, and make a well-informed decision at
that.

"You're not thinking of growing up and leaving me, are you?"

When I turn back to Dad, he's just smiling at me, and I snort. "Fat
chance," I say, holding up the hand that has his old wedding band on
it. "You're locked in."

Dad chuckles, taking my hand and kissing my ring finger before he strokes
it with his thumb. "Well, in that case... I have a second question."

"Yeah?"

"What if, when Mason sets sail in ten or so years, you and me... we do this
again?"

I tilt my head. "Do what again?"

"Have a kid." Then, he smiles a little more. "A boy."

I know I'm getting hard because his eyes flicker to my groin. "Really?"

"Yeah, kiddo," he says, sliding his hand up my thigh and resting it
there. "You and me, having another Mason."

I don't even know what to say. There's so much I can see in his eyes,
ranging from excitement and sureness to love and lust so perfectly mixed
together. "How would we even go about it this time?" I ask with a
laugh. "Mason was a lucky accident."

"Surrogate," Dad says simply.

I guess that's true. But... "You can't guarantee it'd be a boy," I say.

Dad just smirks. "There hasn't been a daughter in my bloodline for
generations, kid," he says. "It'll be a boy."

He says that with such confidence that I feel my cock throb. Something
about my father's sureness in his virility and his sexual intentions just
drives me crazy. "Aren't surrogates expensive, though?" I ask. I don't know
why I'm whispering now.

"I've been saving up. Specifically for this."

That surprises me. "You have?" He just nods, and I almost laugh. Shit. He's
given this actual, serious thought. Leave it to Dad to have it
together. "Well... I guess the last question is, who'd be the dad?"

Surprisingly, Dad grins a bit mischievously here. "Well, in my wildest
fantasies, you and I bed a girl together and knock her up
simultaneously. Wouldn't know which one of us was the father."

I bite my lip a bit. The thought of sharing pussy with Dad with the sole
intention of impregnating her with a boy is almost making me dizzy. I can
imagine myself getting so turned on watching him breed her before he turns
to me, guides me inside of her, and kisses me until I finish, mixing our
cum together.

"But," Dad says, "surrogates don't really work that way. Not officially, at
least. But... we could still keep it a secret."

"How?" I ask, my mouth suddenly incredibly wet.

"Usually it's a donor situation, so... if we both, y'know, unload in a cup
and mix it all up..." Dad just smirks, seeming proud of this idea. "We
could pick who goes on the birth certificate, but in reality, we won't know
who the daddy is. Though... I like to think of it more like... our son
would be a real mix between the two of us. Equal parts you and me."

Jesus Christ, I'm hot all of a sudden. Isn't that exactly what I've
fantasized concerning Mason? That he was really just half me and half his
Papa Joel? Sharing one donor cup would mean we'd share that responsibility
of raising a boy we both think is ours, like he came from both sets of
balls. *Our* son, together.

"Is that something you'd want?" Dad finally asks.

I lick my lips a bit before smiling. Why would I say no to that? "I
mean... Why wait `til Mason moves out?"

He inhales sharply. "Yeah?"

"If it's what you really want... Why not just wait `til we have the money?"
Then I smile. "Just means we can have more sons down the road."

Dad growls a bit, pulling me smoothly into his lap. I straddle him with a
grin, our faces close as he wraps his arms around me. "Nice big family,
huh? That what you got in mind, kid?"

"I got a lot of things in mind, Dad," I whisper, very lightly kissing his
bottom lip. "Like... well... remember how hesitant I was with Mason?"

He nods, locking eyes with me.

"I won't have any reservations this time around. I trust you completely. So
it'll be you, me, and our boy, whatever we want to do... as early as you
want to."

Dad grunts before reeling me in for a steamy kiss. It's heavy, and I get
shivers feeling his hot, moist breath against my lips. I let our tongues
slide effortlessly against each other as we share such a meaningful
kiss. It really hits me in this moment that we're serious about each
other. Not that we weren't before, but these are big plans he's involving
me in. A new place? Another kid? Being parents together, but intentionally
this time? It's like we're really planning on... settling down, in a
way. God, I love my father.

We stay on the beach for a bit longer, beckoning Mason over when the sun
starts to set. It's a beautiful moment, all three of us cuddling close as
we watch the sun disappear behind those beautiful hills. I could fall
asleep right here, honestly. I feel so at peace.

But there's more to do. As we head back up to the cabin, unfortunately, we
can't seem to come to a consensus as to what to do next. Hot tub or
s'mores? In the end, we decide to combine them. Dad moves the little
portable fire pit next to the hot tub so that Mason can have his fun while
Dad and I enjoy the jacuzzi. I watch from the comfort of the hot tub as he
gets the fire crackling and helps Mason gather all the proper materials,
feeling myself sinking into bliss. This is a real vacation. Totally
relaxing.

Dad disappears for a minute or so before coming back with new drinks. He
hands me mine with a kiss on the lips before sinking into the hot tub
across with me. He lets out a deep, elongated sigh, closing his
eyes. "That's the stuff," he says, nodding appreciatively to himself before
taking a sip of his drink.

"Hear hear," I say, grinning a bit and sampling my own drink. I think he
made some sort of whiskey concoction. "I could definitely get used to
this."

Dad grins at me from over his glass. "I'm sure you could, boyo."

"Couldn't you, Mace?" I ask.

But Mason's too distracted by putting together his first s'more. "Huh?" he
asks lazily, licking the now sticky chocolate off of one of his fingers.

I just chuckle. "Never mind," I murmur before turning to Dad. "So what's
the plan for tonight?"

"I'm open," he says. "But we gotta stay up `til midnight."

"Why midnight?"

"Your birthday," he says, smiling.

"Oh," I say with a laugh. I had completely forgotten. "We don't have to do
that."

"But it was Mason's idea," Dad says, cocking his chin towards the boy.

"Oh yeah?" I ask with a grin, reaching over to stroke my son's hair. "You
gonna be able to stay up that late?"

"Mhm!" he says, mouth full of s'more. He chews and swallows before adding
"Just need lots of chocolate."

I chuckle, nodding. "I'm with you there... Wanna make me a s'more, cutie?"

Mason's quick to make me as perfect as a s'more as he can manage. He even
keeps asking me "Is this gold enough?" when toasting the marshmallow,
wanting it to be just to my liking. Such a sweet boy. When he hands it to
me, I thank him with a kiss before humming at the deliciousness. It's been
quite a while since I've had a s'more. Eating it now makes me feel like a
little kid again, reminiscing about the camping trips Dad and I used to
take before Mason came along. To think, all those tents we slept in
together... Was Dad resisting then, too, wanting to make me boy cum in the
great outdoors? Definitely. Maybe more camping trips are in our future...

"So Mason," I say, getting his attention as he works on more s'mores, "what
do you think about being a big brother?"

"Me?" Mason asks curiously, his eyes looking over me as if seeing me in a
new light. "Are you gonna have a baby?"

"Maybe one day," I say with a slight grin towards Dad, who's shifting a
bit. I bet he's stiff under the bubbles.

"It'd be fun to be a big brother," Mason says cheerfully, taking big bites
of his s'mores still. "I think I'd be good at it."

I smile warmly. "I think you would too."

Mason drips chocolate on the back of his hand and laps it up before saying
"Would my little brother do sexy stuff with us too?"

Dad actually chokes on his drink a bit, pounding his chest to clear his
throat, and I resist laughing too hard. "It's possible, kiddo," I
say. "It's possible." Then I chuckle again at the sight of Mason getting
chocolate all over his face. "C'mere, Mace. You're a mess."

Smiling, he hops into the hot tub, and I scoop him into my arms, very
slowly licking the chocolate off his lips, cheeks, and chin. Then, we share
a sweet, sensual, chocolatey kiss. I know Dad's watching. And sure enough,
when I break the kiss with Mason, I can see Dad's arm moving lightly back
and forth under the water, his drink in his free hand.

"Why don't you send Papa a kiss for me?" I say, giving Mason one more
smooch.

"Okie," he says cutely, swimming over to the other side of the tub to get
to his Papa Joel. As Mason draws nearer, Dad sets his drink down so he can
wrap his big arms around the boy and kiss him (as he likes to say) "good
and proper." It's just lips at first before I see Dad's large tongue ease
its way into Mason's mouth. Fuck, now I'm raging hard, too.

When satisfied, Dad smiles at Mason before whispering in his ear. Looking
happy, Mason turns to me and then starts swimming back in my
direction. When he gets to my lap, he swings his arms around my neck and
leans up to my ear. "Papa says he loves you."

I smile across the tub at my father, enjoying this little phone tag
game. "Well tell your Papa that I love him more." Then, as if sending my
son off with a stamp, I give him a quick kiss.

He swims back to his papa, relays the message, and then gets a message and
a kiss in return. Mason then comes back to me and whispers "Papa says
that's impossible." I just smile warmly until Mason adds a bit more. "He
also says he can't wait for birthday sex."

I can't help but laugh. Well, if we're playing that game... "Tell Papa I
wanna be boyfucked real good tonight."

Mason giggles too, especially excited about this message since it contains
a bad word. He hurries over to my dad and whispers in his ear, and I almost
burst out laughing at the face my dad makes at me. I can tell he's torn
between wanting to tell me off for cursing and being turned on by it. He
whispers in Mason's ear again, and when Mason comes back, he relays the
message: "Papa says you're a little pervert."

I feel my cock throb under the water, and I lick my lips before deciding
what to say. One more message should do the trick. "Tell Papa that's
because my father's a pedo."

It gets just the reaction I was hoping for: a flash of fiery lust in his
eyes. "Alright, enough," Dad grumbles. "My cock hurts."

I just chuckle before wading over to his side of the tub and straddling the
leg that Mason isn't on. Now he has both boys in his lap. I was going to
wrap my fingers around his member, but I didn't realize that Mason's hand
was already there. Smiling at my son, I decide to reach down and cup Dad's
balls instead while Mason plays gently with the shaft.

"Boys..." Dad says, but he trails off, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Yeah, Daddy?" I ask sweetly, kissing at his jaw.

"You gotta stop."

"We're just having fun," I murmur, giving his balls a squeeze. Fuck, they
feel full.

Dad grunts, his hips shifting a bit. "C'mon," he says, finally reaching
down to grab my wrist and move Mason's hand off of him. "I'm saving it for
later."

I just sigh but smile. "Fiiine. Later, then."

We spend a little more time enjoying the hot tub and making s'mores before
we decide to head in and relax for the rest of the night. There are a few
board games that Mason found in one of the cabinets, so a few good hours go
by playing games and laughing our asses off. I'm a few drinks in, so I'm
feeling quite good and tingly as the night goes on. And, since we're all
naked still, there's a lot of playful moments showing off our arousal.

When it gets closer to midnight, we decide to have a group shower, enjoying
the hot, fancy spray together while we soap each other up. There's lots of
kissing, touching, and groping in that shower, all that's met with giggles
and grunts. Frankly, I could stay in this shower all night, but when Dad
checks the time, he urges us to get out and dry off.

Once dry, we head to the bedroom. Dad and Mason say they want to set
something up, but I can't peek -- so Dad grabs one of his bandanas from his
bag and then wraps it around my head as a blindfold. I just grin. "Kinky,"
I say playfully.

I hear Dad chuckling as he ties it behind me before he presses his warm,
hairy body up against my backside. "You gonna let Daddy blindfold you one
day, baby?"

I gulp. "How about tonight?"

He just laughs, kissing my neck. "Not tonight," he says. "But one of these
nights... There are a few things I'd like to explore with you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he says, his voice affecting me even more now that I can't see. "You
said you wanted to get boyfucked real good, but... there are a few ways a
man can fuck a boy."

I'm getting chills. "Like?"

"Like... he can be sweet and gentle, or he can be rough." When he bites my
shoulder playfully, I let out a whine. "I wanna tie my boy up. See how
submissive you can get."

I can't help but let out a soft moan at the thought of being under his
control so completely. "You gonna use me, Dad?"

"Mhm. Gonna show you what big men do to sexy little boys," he says,
reaching down to give my growing cock a firm squeeze. "And I won't hold
back." When I whimper, he chuckles in my ear and then lets go, giving my
ass a slap. "But that's for another night."

"I hate you," I murmur, feeling flushed all over. The thought of Dad really
wearing me out this week actually makes my hole twitch.

Suddenly, I feel a little hand take mine. Mason leads the way for me into
the living area and gets me seated on the couch. He even sneaks in a quick
kiss before scurrying away with his Papa Joel. I just sit on the couch,
smiling to myself, wondering what they're up to. I'm sure it's a birthday
related thing. Dad kept checking the time, and it's inching closer and
closer to midnight. Still, even if it's expected, it's bound to be
adorable.

Sure enough, after I hear movement right nearby, Dad undoes the blindfold
and then both of them start singing Happy Birthday. I laugh at the sight of
the cake in front of me, lit up with candles and clearly decorated by
Mason. It's not professional by any means, which makes it even more
precious. As they come to the conclusion of the song, I pull Mason into me
and give him a big hug and a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

"You made this?" I ask.

"With Papa," he says. "But he let me decorate."

"Well you did a fantastic job," I tell him, smiling at him appreciatively.

He beams proudly before leaning in to give me another kiss. "Happy
birthday, Daddy."

"Thank you, baby. And thank *you*, handsome," I say, turning towards my
father. He just grins a bit and lifts the cake to me.

"Make a wish, kid."

Hmm, what to wish for? Not that I put any stock into birthday wishes, but
this moment feels special. Everything in my life right now feels perfect,
and there's still so much to look forward to. I keep it simple: I wish for
happiness for me, my man, my boy, and my future son... or sons,
even. Smiling, I blow out the candles, glowing with joy.

The three of us eagerly dive into the cake: chocolate on chocolate. It's
rich and delicious, and I practically moan with each bite. It's quite fun
to lounge on the couch and feed each other forkfuls and share sweet kisses
in between. I feel like I've thought this same thought over and over today,
but I really could live like this forever.

Then, I let out a yawn, and Dad pinches me. "Don't fall asleep, boy."

"Sorry," I say with a laugh. "It's been a long day."

"We still gotta do gifts," he says.

I arch an eyebrow. "I told you no gifts! You guys got me gifts?"

"Well... One gift," Dad says with a slight grin, his eyes flickering to
Mason. Mason in turn giggles. "What do you say, kiddo? Gift time?"

"Yeah!" he says cheerfully.

"Alright, go get your daddy's present ready."

Without hesitation, he hops off of the couch and runs off to the
bedroom. What could it possibly be?

Before I can really give it any thought, Dad slides closer to me, grabs my
jaw, and tilts it towards him so that he can plant a firm kiss on my
lips. "Hey, baby boy."

I hum at the timbre of his voice. "Hi, Daddy."

He pulls me in for another round of kisses, albeit a shorter round this
time. "You know I love you, son," he says.

Feeling warm and flustered in the best way, I just smile. "I know, Dad."

"You know you're my boy," he says, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Mhm," I say with a little nod, nuzzling into his paw.

"You know how proud I am of you."

I just laugh now. "What's this about?" I ask.

He smiles patiently. "Am I not allowed to dote on my lil Mitchy?"

"No, you are," I say, chuckling.

"Good." He leans in and kisses me again. "Because I love my boy," he says,
kissing my cheek. "My son," and then he presses his lips against my
jaw. "My lover," and then he nips at my neck, making me squirm a
little. "My little perv," and then his warm hand slides between my legs to
grip my balls, making me gasp out. "These nice `n full, kiddo?"

I nod, practically drooling right now, dizzy with arousal already.

"Need a birthday cum?"

"Yeah, Daddy," I pant.

"Mmm," he says, feeling around before gripping the base of my cock and
squeezing. "Why don't we take care of that then?" After another kiss, he
stands up and then offers his hand.

I raise my eyebrows but take his hand anyway, getting to my feet and
letting him lead me to the bedroom. And when we walk in, the lights are
dimmed to a warm, almost romantic setting, so I'm immediately in the
mood. Then, my eyes home in on Mason, who's lying in the middle of the bed
on his belly, still naked except for a cute little bow on the small of his
back. He smiles at me, sticking his little peach up a bit.

I pause as Dad, who's standing behind me, places his hands on my
shoulders. "Happy birthday," he says, kissing the top of my head. Then he
whispers "This is the surprise I was talking about."

Mason giggles a bit, but I just look confused, I'm sure. "What's going on?"
I ask.

"Go on, kiddo," Dad says to Mason. "Tell your daddy, like we planned."

Mason nods and looks at me sweetly. "I'm ready to give you your cherry,
Daddy."

I blink, but Dad laughs. "No, Mace. It's *your* cherry, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Oops," Mason says, blushing but smiling. He clears his throat and
tries again. "I'm ready to give you my cherry, Daddy."

I don't know what to say, or feel, or do. If I weren't already hard from
the way Dad was touching me on the couch just a minute ago, I'd be getting
hot flashes right now. "What...?" That's the only word I can get out right
now. Is this happening?

Dad just wraps his arms around me a bit. "Mason and I have been planning
this for a little while now," he says over my shoulder.

I turn my head a bit to look at him, seeing his conspiratorial grin towards
his grandson. "You have?"

"Mhm," he says. "We think he's ready for the real thing." At that, he
reaches down and grips my still-hard cock.

"I... Holy shit," I murmur, my legs feeling weak. "Are you serious?"

Dad just chuckles, seeming to be amused by my amazement. "Your little boy's
ready, kiddo," he says huskily, stroking me slowly. "And your daddy's ready
to watch you take his sweet little cherry."

I let out a moan as Dad increases his pace on my cock, and I stare at Mason
looking positively inviting on the bed, topped with a little bow. He's the
gift. He's my special surprise.

"Don't you wanna make love to your son, kiddo?" Dad asks in my ear.

"Uh huh," I say, feeling lightheaded. His strokes on my cock are getting
exceptionally wet, which probably means I'm dripping precum all over the
floor.

"You wanna fuck him with your stud cock, don't you?"

He says that with such a hard edge to his voice that my knees get
wobbly. "Yeah, Dad," I say.

"Then go to him." He gives my neck one more kiss before nudging me forward
towards the bed.

I can't really believe this is happening. I mean, I knew it'd be an
inevitability. All part of the plan, really. But today? I just hadn't
expected it. I thought it'd be something we all talked about before it
happened, but the two of them are sneaky bastards. They really surprised
me.

I climb onto the bed with a wide smile and a raging hard cock, and when I
get close enough to Mason, I take off the little bow and give his bottom a
squeeze. "This for me, huh?"

Mason nods, smiling so innocently. Fuck, does he realize how naughty he's
being? I suppose not. We taught him that in this house, sex is all about
love and playfulness. But he's not old enough to yet know how deeply
arousing that taboo factor is. One day, though...

"Papa says you're ready," I say. "That true?"

"Uh huh," Mason chirps. "We've been practicing."

"Oh yeah? Practicing how?" I ask, letting my fingers dip into the crevice
of his smooth cheeks and find that pleasure center.

"We... uhhh..." He moans softly when I start touching him there, closing
his eyes.

"We what?" I ask, smiling as I run my finger in circles.

"We... We practiced with fingers, and toys that Papa bought."

Fuck. They really were sneaky. I can see it so clearly, Dad and Mason
trying to keep quiet, Dad easing his thick fingers into his grandson,
loosening him up before graduating to toys. And what kinds of toys did Dad
buy, I wonder? Various dildos and plugs? Maybe a little vibrator to tease
his little man? Fuck, the thought alone of Dad working my son's hole in
preparation for me has got me so hot.

"And you're ready for the real thing, huh?"

Mason smiles. "Yeah, Daddy. I'm ready for your cock."

God, the way he says bad words is so adorably sexy that it makes my cock
lurch. "C'mere, sexy boy," I whisper, lying down beside him and then
pulling him on top of me. I kiss him deeply but slowly, loving the feeling
of his own hard-on pressing into my stomach. I slide my hands down his
smooth backside as we kiss before resting my hands on his ass, one hand per
cheek. I let one of my middle fingers dip back in and caress his hole
gently, and I'm rewarded with soft boy moans right into my mouth. First,
though... "Open up for me, baby," I say, bringing my middle finger to his
lips.

He does as he's asked and parts his lips, and when my finger hits his
tongue, he clamps his lips around my digit and lets his tongue swirl
around, getting it nice and wet for me. Once I'm satisfied, I replace my
finger with my tongue and bring that wet finger right back to his hole. I
stroke it in circles more before very gently pushing in -- and feeling
Mason lift his hips in response.

Mason took to fingering like a fish to water. He impressed me. The first
time, I just used a pinky, and he barely even flinched. Dad's fingers,
which are much thicker, definitely gave Mason a little stretch, and it took
him some time to get used to it, but much more quickly than I thought he
would. Eventually, his favorite way to cum was when we'd finger him while
giving him a blowjob. That always gets him singing.

As my finger eases into my son, he mewls, and my cock twitches between his
legs, dripping copious amounts of precum on my stomach. I'm about to make
love to my son for real this time, for the very first time. And there's
nothing like a boy's first time. Even though I was much older when I lost
my cherry to Dad, I always think of that moment fondly. He was so good to
me, so loving and tender, guiding me through this new, intense connection,
making me feel things I'd never felt before... I want Mason to have that
same experience. And fuck, I get to be the one to share it with him.

If I'm going to do this properly, that means I have to give my boy the
works. I pull away from his lips and say "Why don't you get on your tummy
for me, baby?"

He does so eagerly, getting back in the position I found him in. Licking my
lips, I get behind my boy, nudging his legs so he opens them a little wider
for me. Then, I climb in between so that my face is right at his ass. It's
so perfectly rounded, milky, and smooth. And nestled between the cheeks is
that tiny, tight, deliciously pink hole. I ease his cheeks apart gently
with my hands to get a good look at it up close. Fuck, he's so cute
everywhere, even here. I find myself grinding against the sheets a bit as I
think about the journey Mason has taken. How many baths have we enjoyed
together? How many times have my soapy fingers washed him here? How many
times has Mason let out a little purr in response? It was so innocent then,
in the bath. Now, I'm about to take that innocence.

I lean down and plant a soft kiss right on his hole, and Mason lets out a
shaky little moan. "Feel good, baby?" I ask.

"Yeah," he mewls.

I've got plenty more for you, kiddo. I give him another kiss, but this
time, I add my tongue -- just a tease at first before I drag it over his
hole. That gets him moaning a bit, and his legs lift as he squirms. I hold
onto his hips and now keep my lips planted against his boyhole, lapping
slowly and steadily. Fuck, I'm salivating like crazy. He tastes so
sweet. "Like boy," I'm sure Dad would say. I close my eyes and get lost in
the flavor of him and in the sounds my son makes. I love that he's feeling
so good, good enough to grind his little cock into the bed as his daddy
rims him. I keep it slow and steady but intentional, loving how wet and
lewd this room is now sounding.

When I come up for air the third time, I spend a moment rubbing my thumb
against his now wet hole. His skin is so tender here, so soft to the
touch. I can't help but think "Am I really gonna fit in here?" God, I can't
fucking wait. Thank you, Mason. Thank you so fucking much.

I switch to my index finger and start to prod at his hole again. I'm about
to start fingering him when I see movement in my periphery -- and as soon
as I turn, I see Dad coming by with a bottle of lube. He smiles when he
hands it over to me, and I take a moment to eye him. His free hand is
gripping his cock, so he must have been stroking slowly while watching the
scene in front of him. Fuck, both of us have been edging practically all
day... These loads will be incredible.

I squirt a little of the cool liquid onto Mason's hole and he giggles at
the sensation. Then, when I start working it in with my finger, it's back
to moaning. I bite my bottom lip as I watch my finger slowly sink into my
boy. The way his hole wraps around my finger is such an incredible
sight. It's like he's sucking me in, his body naturally craving deeper
penetration. I take it easy on him, gently rocking my finger back and
forth, making my little boy moan and cry out in pleasure. That's it,
son. Get into it. I plant a few kisses on his cheeks as I finger fuck
him. Then, my son surprises me by taking over a bit. He gets up on his
hands and knees and starts rocking back and forth, fucking himself on my
finger. I whisper a curse as I watch my boy work on me. Is this a trick his
Papa Joel taught him, or is he just following what his body wants?

And then, Dad joins us on the bed. I feel the weight shift before I notice
he's getting behind me. He places his hands on my sides and then lifts me
up so that I'm sitting upright on my knees, right behind Mason as I keep a
finger buried in my boy. Then, Dad grabs my chin, tilts my head back, and
kisses me deeply. I feel his hard cock sliding up against my ass and my
lower back, and I moan against his lips as I push back against him.

When he breaks the kiss, he slides his hands down my front to give my cock
a squeeze. Then, he just rests my cock right on Mason's ass. "Look at
that," he says, glancing over my shoulder at the incredible sight of my
cock against a little boy's bottom. I look fucking huge like this -- or
maybe Mason just looks extra small. "What a sight."

"I'm so fucking hard, Dad," I whisper, watching my cock twitch and leak
precum on Mason's skin. Now spots on his back are glistening.

"I am too, kiddo," he says, pressing more deeply against me. I can
tell. His cock feels as rigid as I've ever felt it. We're both supercharged
right now.

Then, he grabs the bottle of lube, squirts some into his hand and then
reaches around me to start coating my cock in the slick liquid. I moan at
his touch, especially when he teases the head. I'm so sensitive right
now. Frankly, I'm worried I'll cum as soon as I breach my boy.

"You hungry for some cherry, son?" he whispers to me.

I nod twice, my heart starting to beat even more. This is it. I'm about to
make love to my kid.

"It'll be best for him if you let him ride on top of you," he says. "He
takes toys easier that way."

"Okay," I say, licking my lips. We switch positions now. Mason slides out
of the way as I lie down on my back. Once I'm comfortable, Mason shifts
onto my lap, sitting right on my cock. I grunt, laughing. "Easy, baby."

He just smiles mischievously before his Papa Joel gets between my legs,
right behind Mason. He grabs the boy's sides and slides him forward before
grabbing my lubed-up cock and holding it up straight. "You ready, little
man?" Dad asks Mason.

"Let's do it," Mason says, and Dad and I laugh. Hell yeah, buddy. Let's do
it.

Dad helps Mason into position, and I feel my cockhead kissing his tender
skin. "Hey," I say, getting Mason's attention. He looks at me curiously
before I reach up and stroke his cheek with my palm. "I love you so much."

He smiles and then nuzzles his face into my hand, kissing my palm. "I love
you too, Daddy."

It takes a bit of patience, but soon, Mason and I feel the head of my cock
push past his outer ring. Both of us gasp, and I tense almost every muscle
in my body -- mostly to resist the urge to thrust up into my boy. Fuck,
he's tighter than I thought he'd feel. And then, amazingly, the warmth of
his hole starts to take over my cock, inch by inch. He's so snug. The
perfect fit.

"You're doing so good, champ," Dad says to Mason. "Feels okay?"

"Y-yeah," Mason says, grunting and huffing a bit. "You're so big, Daddy."

I laugh through my moan. "Sorry, baby."

"If it's too much, you let us know, okay?" Dad says, kissing Mason's
neck. "We want you to feel good, too."

"I can do it," Mason says, scrunching up his face but looking
determined. God, I love him so much. He pauses when I'm about halfway in
him, and Dad holds him, making it easier for the boy to get used to the
stretch. I look down between his legs to find his own cock hard as a nail
still. I slide my hands up his thighs and lightly play with him, wanting to
add to those good feelings.

When I look up at him, I notice his eyes are shimmering a bit, like he's on
the verge of crying but pushing through it. He wants to persevere, I can
tell. "Baby," I say, reaching up with my other hand to cup his face
again. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to!" he says, still looking determined. "I wanna make you feel
good."

"You always make me feel good, Mace," I remind him. A single tear drips
over his cheek and I wipe it away with my thumb.

"But I've been practicing," he says. "I can do it."

I just smile at him, nodding. "Okay."

Truthfully, it's good that he paused, because it's giving my cock a chance
to breathe and not cum so fast. We wait a bit as Mason adjusts to the new
feelings, doting on him, touching him all over, giving him the attention he
deserves. It seems to help, because eventually, he leans over a smidge,
places his little hands on my chest, and starts to lift himself up... and
then down... and then up and down again. My eyes roll back as my son starts
to ride me. My little fucking boy, riding my cock. He takes it at a slow
pace, and I focus on remaining still.

Then, Dad lets go of Mason a bit, letting the boy take over more fully. And
eventually, Mason keeps taking me more, and more, and more, gradually
inching his way down until finally, he's settled in my lap. I almost start
crying. I let out a shaky moan, placing my hands on Mason's sides as I
enjoy the sensation of being buried in my son. It's like a lock and
key. His heat is making my cock throb even more intensely, sending electric
tingles all throughout my body.

I need to kiss him. I need to kiss my boy. I lift myself up so that I'm
seated upright with my body in my lap, and I reel him in for a deep kiss,
wrapping my arms fully around him. "I love you so fucking much, Mason," I
murmur. "You feel amazing."

"I do?" Mason asks, holding onto me tightly.

"Mhm. How do you feel?"

"I feel... really really full," he says, and I smile. "I can feel you in my
tummy."

I grunt, looking down between us and grinning. "Doesn't hurt?"

"Not too bad," he says, clearly trying to think of how to describe it. "It
hurts a little, but it feels super good at the same time. Does that make
sense?"

I kiss his nose, nodding. "Makes perfect sense, baby," I tell him before
sliding a hand down to his ass. "What can I do to make you feel extra
good?"

"Umm... Can you touch me here?" he asks, taking one of my hands and guiding
it to his cock.

"Any time, baby," I say, stroking his nail and smiling when his eyes
flutter a bit. He hums with satisfaction before starting to shift in my
lap, like he's trying to grind. I chuckle, loving how adorably sexy he
is. After a few moments, I start to realize he's not grinding because of my
hand. He's grinding because of my cock. "Whatcha doin'?" I ask.

He opens his eyes and smiles, a little flushed. "I like when it moves back
and forth. Feels really good."

Fuck, that's just what I like to hear. "Let me do that, baby," I say,
wrapping my arms around him again. "I'm gonna make sweet, sweet love to
you."

I roll us over so that Mason's on his back and I'm on top of him, still
deep inside of him. Once I'm sure he's comfortable, and once I've got a
grip on his cock again, I very gently start to move my hips. At first, he
squirms, moaning out and arching his back before relaxing a bit and letting
me give him that back-and-forth feeling he likes. I adjust my tempo based
on his facial expressions and noises. The faster I go, the more
high-pitched his moans are, but if his face gets too scrunched up, I back
off a bit. I want to find that sweet spot for him. It has to feel good, but
intense too.

"Do I feel good, Daddy?" Mason asks, panting softly.

"Incredible," I tell him, leaning down to kiss him. It's more difficult to
reach his lips in this position because of our height difference, so I
settle for kissing the top of his head. "You're gonna make me cum so hard."

"Are you gonna cum inside me?" Mason asks curiously.

I lick my lips. "Do you want me to?"

Mason nods. "Papa says that's how we should do it."

I grin a bit. "Papa's right." I feel my cock throbbing even more, signaling
that my orgasm is quickly approaching. I pick up the pace a little bit,
watching Mason's face very carefully. The longer we fuck, the more he seems
to be able to handle something more intense. Such a little champ. Hell,
maybe he was made for it...

"Daddy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I think I'm gonna cum."

Fuck. I look down at my hand that's been lightly stroking him this whole
time. What better way for Mason to lose his cherry than to cum while doing
so? I smile and nod, focusing on him a little more. I rock my hips at a
steady pace and tighten my grip on his hard-on. "Cum for me, baby," I
whisper, stroking him faster. Mason's breathing starts to get more labored,
and his eyes shut tight as he reaches the tipping point. Then, he starts to
cum. He cries out loudly, his body writhing a bit. His hands even go to my
wrist as if to push me away, but I resist, stroking him through his
orgasm. I almost lose focus because I can really, for the first time, feel
his orgasm entirely, because his hole flexes on my cock. I'm right at the
edge as his insides practically force the cum out of me, and I swear and
groan and start to empty my balls into my son. I've never felt an orgasm
like this. Every tiny thrust I make into Mason feels absolutely electric,
and my body erupts in tingles as I just cum, and cum, and cum, and
cum... It feels like an endless number of pulses, like I've flooded Mason
with my load. It's so intense and elongated that I start to lose vision for
a moment. I just close my eyes and wait for the wave to pass.

And then, when I finally feel spent, I sigh heavily with relief. I suddenly
feel weak, sapped of all energy, but I don't want to collapse on top of
Mason, so I hold it together and try to catch my breath. Mason looks fairly
sleepy himself, red-faced and peering up at me with half-lidded eyes. I
just laugh softly as I try to catch my breath. "Hey there," I murmur.

A smile slowly appears on his face. "Hi, Daddy."

"That was, without a doubt, the best birthday present ever," I tell him.

He smiles even wider, looking quite proud of himself. "I think that was the
hardest I ever cummed," he says cutely.

Good. That's what I wanted for your first time. "You're so special, baby,"
I say, and I stretch my back in order to give Mason a quick kiss on the
lips. "Thank you."

"Thank *you*," he says back, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I chuckle. "For what?"

"For taking my cherry," he says, and I grunt, feeling my cock twitch inside
of him. "I wanted to do that for so long."

"Well now we can do that as often as you'd like," I say, and Mason hits me
with a grin that plainly says he's going to take advantage of that.

I roll over onto my back again, with Mason on top of me. We're still
connected, so I have him very slowly pull off of my cock. Once it gets to
the head, my cock pops out -- and then, I feel a warm wetness on my cock,
groin, and lower stomach. As Mason lies his head down on my chest and
shoulder, Dad swears and steps closer, reaching out. "Goddamn, kid," he
says to me. "That's some load."

Again, as if my cock hadn't just had the orgasm of a lifetime, my dick
twitches. Guess I really overfilled my boy. "He leakin'?" I ask, grinning.

"Oh yeah," Dad says with a slight smirk. "Beautiful." Mason mewls a bit as
Dad's hand moves, so I bet he's teasing Mason's hole, maybe even fingering
some of my cum back into him. Either way, he's staring at it intently, and
when I look down at his cock, I see that it's as hard as ever.

"You wanna try, don't you?" I ask.

Dad catches my eye and then smiles, nodding slightly.

"You wanna fuck my little boy?"

He growls a bit, and I see his cock lurch and spit out a string of
precum. Thought so. I reach down and cup Mason's cheeks, spreading them
apart and feeling around. Sure enough, a good amount of my load leaked
right out of him, so he's nice and wet... and lubed. "How about it, baby?"
I ask Mason, kissing his cheek as he rests on my chest. "Can Papa fuck
you?"

He smiles and nods. Even though he looks sleepier than before he and I made
love, he lifts his butt and wiggles it at his grandpa. Grinning, Dad slides
between my legs. He scoops up my cum and uses it to lube up his cock, and I
hold Mason to me as Dad positions himself behind his grandson. At first, I
just watch him. He stares down and holds his cock in place before very
slowly inching forward. His mouth hangs open lightly, and he sighs and
gently grunts. Slowly, he works his way forward. Once he's in, he transfers
his hands to Mason's hips to guide the last few inches into his
grandson. Finally, for the first time, he has penetrated a boy.

I wonder if he's thinking of me, remembering when I was Mason's age, how he
wanted to bury himself in me and make incestuous love to his young son. But
he has a strong connection with Mason too. It could very well be a mix of
both. Either way, I know he's overcome right now. As expressionless as he
usually is, I see it in his eyes. I watch him closely, such a ferociously
manly male who's being so tender with his grandson right now. I stroke
Mason's back with one hand and fondle his cock with the other as Dad very
gradually increases his pace. He speeds up enough for us to hear the wet
sounds of cock sliding back and forth in a cum-filled hole along with the
faint slap of skin on skin, matching the tempo of Mason's little grunts in
my ear. Smiling, I kiss my boy, telling him how sexy he is, how loved he
is, how he'll always be my number one boy. I bring him to his second
boygasm of the night, loving the way he cries and trembles in pleasure --
and this one is special, because I get to watch Dad experience what I
experienced when Mason came on my cock. Dad's face scrunches up and he
groans more, tightening his grip on Mason's hips and giving the boy several
harder thrusts before burying deep and holding as he finally cums. He even
leans over, placing his hands on either side of me and hovering his face
above me as he finally gets the relief he's been craving all day. He holds
his breath for nearly ten seconds before sighing so deeply it's like he's
deflating.

He looks dazed. He has to blink a few times before he can really come to,
his arm muscles flexing as he breathes in and out. When he opens his eyes,
I smile up at him, and he smiles tiredly down at me before leaning down and
giving me a kiss. Then, he gives Mason's next a sweet kiss before gently
pulling out of his grandson. He lets himself collapse next to me. "Jesus
Christ," he murmurs, heaving.

I chuckle. "You okay?"

"Thought that was the end for me," he says, and I laugh again.

"You looked hot," I murmur, licking my lips.

Dad turns to me, smiling. "And you, kid," he says, "have never looked so
much like a man than you did while making love to your little boy."

Why does that make me so proud? I feel myself beaming as Dad appreciates my
studliness. "Now I feel like you."

That gets a soft but deep laugh out of him as he looks up at the
ceiling. "Mmm."

As I stroke Mason's back, I ask "How'd he feel?"

He takes a moment to think about it before he turns his head to me. "Like I
imagined you would have felt."

God, my cock is gonna be so sore from being so hard all day. I lean in and
kiss him softly on the lips, smiling. "Sorry he wasn't cherry."

Dad just smiles gently. "It's okay. He's your boy," Dad says. "You deserve
it."

I smile at him. "Well... you can take our next son's cherry," I tell him in
a sultry voice. "Only fair."

Dad just groans a bit. "Don't make me hard again," he mutters, and I laugh
-- but my laugh is cut short by a tender, deep kiss from my father. He
smiles after the kiss before turning to Mason. "Thank you for letting me
try you out, killer," he says, giving Mason a sweet kiss and then giving
his butt a squeeze. "You have the sweetest little peach around."

"I liked yours too, Papa," Mason says sleepily, with that well-fucked
expression on his face. "Made me feel good inside." Dad beams at that.

"I love making you feel good, kiddo," Dad says to him.

"Love you, Papa," Mason chirps. Dad smiles and says it right back in
earnest.

"I love you guys," I say, squeezing Mason to me and sliding even closer to
Dad. "So much. I'm the luckiest guy on Earth."

I truly feel that way. I have a beautiful, adorable, sweet and sexy little
son who I get to raise and watch grow over the years; and I have my father,
the man I've been in love with since I was a kid, the man I'm making plans
to expand our family with, the man I cherish just as much as he cherishes
me. This day has made me appreciate my family so much more, and to think,
this is only our first day here.

I feel Dad's hand slide to mine, and he locks our fingers together. I look
over at him, but his eyes are closed, so I just smile, telepathically
telling him that I love him dearly. I give Mason a squeeze, letting him
rest comfortably on my body, and I give him a sweet kiss on the top of his
head before shutting my eyes as well. This is the perfect way to fall
asleep: fresh from sex, with my boy cuddling me, my man right beside me,
and nothing but the future to look forward to.

But just as I start feeling myself drift off, Mason shifts and then speaks
with renewed energy in his voice. "Can we do it again?"

I open my eyes in surprise before turning towards Dad when I hear him
chuckle. His eyes are still closed, but now he's got a grin on his face. I
smirk to myself, shaking my head and laughing. Here we go...

~ The End ~