Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2024 17:10:31 -0500
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: Dating Father and Son: Chapter 28

Chapter 28: "Sharing a Footlong"
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BILL:

    The sun felt nice on my face as I settled down at the outdoor table
with my beer. Dylan was meeting me here in about fifteen minutes, and
unbeknownst to him, a special guest was joining us shortly thereafter. I
was all giddy with the surprise I had prepared for Dylan. While we were
texting earlier, he seemed to be in a bad mood, and I hoped this would
cheer him up.

    Dylan and I didn't hang out one-on-one too often, but we tried to
touch base as much as possible. That wild night when Brody turned 21 and
Dylan discovered he'd been unknowingly dating a father and son, Dylan and
I became confidants. He and I bonded over mutual kinks, and shared
experiences about the unconventional family we'd found ourselves a part
of.

    Dylan was younger than me, so I also felt somewhat paternalistic
toward him. He was now in his mid-20s, which was a confusing era for me
when I was that age, especially in terms of relationships and sex. Guys
these days figured since I had a big dick, I must have been a popular
player since high school, with my pick of partners lining up for a chance
at my twelve inches.

    In actuality, my endowment had been a source of insecurity and even
shame for a long time. In junior high school when I first had to shower
around my classmates, my size quickly became the main thing everyone knew
about me. After several nicknames found their way into circulation, "Big
Bill" was the moniker that stuck, and it was especially awkward as the
years went on, when teachers and friends' parents started to use it as
well. Most of them assumed I got the name due to my above-average height
rather than anything more private. The constant snickers and whispers
made me withdrawn and unwilling to entertain thoughts of coming out as
gay on top of everything else.

    When I finally did start to accept my size as an advantage in
college, my newfound confidence often crumbled once I was alone with a
guy and ready to get busy. Rare was the partner that could fit more than
half of me in his mouth, and it would often take hours of slow fucking to
get most of the way into someone's ass. But at the same time, guys we
were unwilling to focus on anything else but my cock, either seeing it as
a challenge or just constantly moaning about how big it was.

    It was only in my late thirties that I really found my stride, after
racking up a few healthy relationships with boyfriends and fuck buddies.
I found that balance between what I could offer and what I knew I wanted,
and only then did I get the genuine confidence that I had now (though
people still assumed it came easily to me).

    Dylan had the natural confidence that I'd lacked at his age, but he
also tended to overthink things sometimes. So if there was any way I
could help him, I was willing to try. Throuplehood came with unique
challenges, even when your partners weren't a father and son. I'd found
my way through some of those, and I suspected that's what was bothering
Dylan's mind today.

    When he arrived, we made small talk for a bit until his beer arrived,
then we quickly turned to the issue that had been weighing on him.

    "I got a job offer," Dylan said, which didn't surprise me. He'd just
graduated from a master's program with high honors, and it seemed like he
could write his own ticket in his chosen field. "It's a state job," he
continued, "and everything that I've been looking for. But... it's in
Sacramento."

    "Ah," I nodded, now understanding. "And you're not sure what that
means for you and your guys."

    "I haven't told em anything yet," he confirmed, looking distressed.
"There's no way they would want to leave the city, and I'm just... I
don't think we could make it work long-distance."

    "Can't you just commute?" I asked. "It's a couple of hours to
Sacramento, right?"

    "It wouldn't work," Dylan responded, shaking his head. "There's
evening events, networking... That all happens during the week. I'd be
home late all the time."

    "You think they'll just drift away from you, don't you?" I asked him
after a few more minutes of me trying to come up with solutions, all of
which were struck down by Dylan.

    "Yeah," he replied quietly. "I mean, no matter how much we all love
one another, I'm always going to be the 'other one,' you know? They have
a lifetime of history together and if I'm not there with them..."

    "What, you think they'll realize they don't need you?" I challenged
him. "That they'll figure out they can just be a couple on their own?"
Dylan paused again, and then just nodded. "Look, I know exactly how you
feel."

    "You... you do?" he said with a surprised look on his face. "But
like... you bring a lot to the table with Ridge and Hank. And I don't
just mean your huge cock." Dylan grinned when he added that last bit,
always ready to drop a tease. I was glad that kind of thing didn't bother
me anymore.

    "Exactly," I said. "And so do you. You know, most throuples start out
with two of the people being together for a while before the third comes
in. And as the thirds, it's natural for us to feel like the extra one, or
the one that's most expendable or whatever. You have to learn to trust
that all three of you are equal partners."

    "I guess..." Dylan said, seeming to understand but apparently not
really convinced. I was about to continue, but then I got a text from the
surprise guest, saying he was right around the corner from the bar we
were at.

    "Listen, Dylan, I'm happy to talk about this more and help you figure
it out. You know you can always come to me," I said. "But for now... I
have a surprise for you."

    "Oh jeez, what kinda surprise?" Dylan finally cracked a smile.

    "Someone we both know is in town, visiting San Francisco for a few
days. He and I have been texting and... He's standing behind you this very
instance."

    With a shocked expression on his face, Dylan turned around to greet
our friend.

    "BEN?!!"

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DYLAN:

    Seeing Ben kicked me right out of my somber mood. What a trip, seeing
him again after all this time! I'd certainly never imagined that would
happen. The two of us embraced and laughed, and immediately we all began
catching one another up on our lives. Ben was amused by how Bill and I
now knew each other, since each of us had met him and his son Sam
independently (and very intimately).

    Ben filled us in and let us know Sam had recently gotten married; and
he and his husband were now settled in Boston and talking about starting
a family of their own.

Ben was single and still working occasionally as a model, which was what
brought him to San Francisco for a few days. He made passing reference to
meeting "someone new" recently, but declined to offer any details, and we
didn't press him on it.

    Ben was much more interested in hearing the details of our romantic
lives, and I could tell he was impressed that Bill and I were both making
"the throuple thing" work.

    "And with Thorne and Ridge as cousins, to boot?" Ben said, still
looking astonished. "It's quite the pervy party for you two. And Dylan,
to think that you ended up with a father and son, it's just... I'm just
so happy for you."

    When I just looked down at my beer and didn't respond, Ben raised an
eyebrow and then glanced at Bill briefly.

    "Everything okay?" Ben asked, clearly sensing there was some tension
at the table.

    I took a deep breath and let it all pour out. My insecurity about
moving, my feeling like the expendable one in the relationship, my
uncertainty about where this was all going. Ben was the perfect person to
talk to about all this. He wasn't someone I saw often, yet he was someone
I could confide in without feeling judged.

    "So you're worried that when you're gone, they'll figure out that
their relationship works just fine without you," Ben stated, getting
right to the core of my fears. "Did you ever stop to consider that maybe
their relationship -- this crazy, special and unusual thing they have
with one another -- that it only works BECAUSE of you?"

    "Huh?" I responded dubiously.

    "I'm serious," Ben continued. "Look, what I never told you is that...
Sam and I... we tried to give it a go. As a couple. Just the two of us.
Romantically."

    Wow. I'd only met Ben and Sam once, and while they clearly had a deep
connection, I'd never imagined them as a "romantic couple." Even now with
Thorne and Brody, it seemed like an unusual step to take.

    "But we realized it wasn't going to work," Ben continued his story,
and spoke a bit about how hard those conversations had been for him and
his son. "But you know, Dylan... if there had been someone else in the
mix, someone that Sam and I both loved... someone who shared in our
connection the way that you do with your boyfriends... I think it could
have been different."
   "Really?" I asked, feeling hopeful for the first time since my job
offer had come through.

    "Really," Ben nodded, with genuine warmth in his eyes. "Sam and I
couldn't be everything for one another, it was... too much. But you
three, that 'everything' is shared between all of you, so it's less
pressure on each of you."

    I had to admit, I found his reasoning to be sound and ultimately
pretty comforting. We all talked more and I decided to talk to my
boyfriends about all of this later tonight, and see what we all thought
about what the future held. It felt good to think about that conversation
with something other than apprehension.

    "So, now that we've figured that out," said Ben, with a glimmer of
mischief in his eye, "I'd love to see what this hot father and son
actually look like. Got any pics? And don't keep the good ones to
yourself."

    Smiling, I got out my phone and showed him some photos, though all in
the PG-13 range. I could tell Ben was happy for me, seeing us all
together in the images, but a little disappointed at the lack of skin. So
I opened up a hidden folder and let him see the good stuff. The images
that were usually just for me. And when I got to a particular video, I
started it playing and handed him the phone, positioned so that Bill
could also see the screen.

    The video was one of my favorites to watch. I'd lost count of the
number of times I'd jerked off to it on nights alone in my apartment, and
even in a university bathroom stall between classes. But this was the
first time I'd ever watched it with anyone else besides Thorne or Brody.

    It started with a close-up of the father and son kissing
passionately, with Brody's back to his dad's chest. Brody was leaning his
head back, and it was clear from the positioning and the slow motions
that they were fucking. That fact was revealed a moment later, as the
camera's view moved along the curve of their bodies until it settled on
Thorne's ass as it pushed forward and up against his son's. The angle
changed and at the same time, Thorne moved his leg to allow an
unobstructed view of his paternal cock sliding into Brody's smooth hole.

    "Damn..." I heard Bill whisper. I hadn't been sure if Thorne had ever
shown this to Ridge, and perhaps even to Hank and Bill; but it sounded
like this was the first time Bill was seeing it. His eyes were fixated on
my phone just as much as Ben's were. Both of them already had a hand
drifting toward their own crotches, their cocks starting to immediately
respond to the incestuous coupling on the screen.

    "Dylan, I'm..." Ben started, and then trailed off as the video showed
Thorne picking up the pace of his fucking. "Wow," was all he could say to
complete his thought. We watched in relative silence until the video
ended, after about two minutes. The night I'd shot it, that was as long
as I'd been able to keep from joining in my two boyfriends' lovemaking.

    Without either Ben or Bill asking, I replayed the video. This time,
Ben looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching us, and I
smiled because I knew exactly what he was thinking; or rather, I thought
I did. I'd expected this sexy stud to whip out that cock that I
remembered so vividly -- I'd never forget the sight of it sliding into
his son's hole as I stood right next to them, and how Ben had jerked me
off so that my load landed right on his cock. I'd watched him fuck my cum
into his boy's hole!

    But instead of unzipping his own shorts, Ben reached over and began
the process of getting Bill's dick out. The other man just smirked and
slid forward slightly in his chair, giving Ben more access. I was
suddenly getting hard myself, aroused at the thought of seeing Bill's
massive endowment once again. It was pleasing to discover that my memory
didn't do it justice. Bill's cock was well on its way to full hardness as
Ben started to stroke it. After a moment, he looked over at me, a
seductive grin on his face.

    "There's certainly room for two hands on this, Son," Ben said to me,
and I felt my heart skip a beat. Hearing his voice speaking those words
took me right back to that amazing night with him and Sam. My hand
reached out and joined his on Bill's shaft. With both of us stroking him
now, Bill couldn't help but start to moan softly and I felt some precum
working its way out of his piss slit. The sticky substance was quickly
spread around by our hands, and then Ben and I looked one another in the
eye.

    As if reading our minds, Bill glanced around quickly, confirming that
we weren't attracting any attention with our activities. The table was in
the corner of the large bar patio and there still weren't many other
patrons out here.

    "You boys should get your mouths on there while we have the chance,"
Bill said softly, but with a commanding edge to his voice. I was amused
that he was referring to Ben as a "boy" despite the fact that they were
so close in age, and Ben smiled at it too. Or maybe he was just grinning
because he was going to get even closer to that twelve-inch monster.

    It was almost overwhelming, putting my mouth on that much cock, and I
certainly didn't mind sharing it. Neither Ben nor I removed our hands as
we got to work, though I alternated between stroking Bill and tugging on
his nuts while I worked his cockhead with my tongue. Ben's lips would
occasionally meet with mine as we aimed to keep every inch of Bill's
shafted coated with our saliva, and making out with him while we both
nursed on that dripping knob was a memorable experience all on its own.

    Our two mouths worked Bill close to the edge a few times, and before
long we could tell he was nearing the big moment. Both Ben and I were
eager to taste the fruits of our labors. I knew Bill's load had gone down
Sam's throat when the three of them had connected that same summer I'd
met them. And though I'd seen Bill's cock shoot before, in a circumstance
not too different from this one, I'd also never had a chance to taste his
seed. So both Ben and I tried to get as much as we could when the milky
fluid started spurting out from the tip of that giant cock.

    I felt Bill's hand on the back of my head and I figured his other
hand was on Ben, holding us both in place at his cockhead. We each
alternated taking the fat knob between our lips to savor what was coming
out of it, happy to share but determined not to let a single drop escape.
Bill was grunting heavily, trying his best to keep things reasonably
discreet, though I suspected the table of young men closest to us had
some inkling of what was happening. But I was more than happy to have it
known that I was sucking a load from this magnificent dick.

    As the flow of jizz finally tapered off, Bill's hand left the back of
my head and I was able to raise myself back up. I could still hear
Brody's soft whimpering from the video playing on my phone -- Bill had
kept it on repeat as we'd been servicing him, which made my cock throb
again in my pants.

    My eyes met Ben's as we both took deep breaths and licked our lips.
He smiled at me.

    "It's really good to see you again, Dylan," he said. "You've found
yourself a wonderful family."

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