Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2024 14:13:57 -0400
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: Dating Father and Son: Chapter 30

Chapter 30: "Throupled Up, Pt. II"
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DYLAN:

    I was sweaty as hell and my upper body was sore, the muscles feeling
like I'd been at the gym for two straight days. After loading up the
truck with all of my belongings yesterday, and then Thorne's and Brody's
today, it certainly felt like the hardest workout I'd done in quite a
while. I'd had my shirt off all day and I knew that I was looking pretty
cut after a few months of extra effort at the actual gym. But sheer
exhaustion had kept me from truly enjoying the ego boost of being ogled
by passers-by on the street.

    Strangers hadn't been the only ones eyeing me up today, though.
Thorne's cousin Ridge and his partner Hank had been extra flirty and
gropy since arriving this morning to help out. After we were done with
work, I decided to test how serious the two of them were and to have a
little fun. Thorne, Brody, and Bill had headed down to the street with
the last of the boxes, saying they would get everything secured and close
up the truck. It seemed like a good moment to make my move on Ridge and
Hank.

    "Oh man," I said, stretching my sore muscles (and doing a little
flexing) just a few feet away from Ridge and Hank as they finished wiping
down the kitchen counters. "I'm going to go enjoy Thorne's shower one
last time."

    I flashed the two men both a smile and headed down the short hallway
to the master bedroom. Pausing only to slide off my shoes, socks and
shorts, I grabbed some body wash (one of the very last items left in the
apartment as bare necessities) and stepped into the large shower.

    Whether I was having sex in it or not, this cavernous shower was
incredible, and funnily enough it would be one of the things I'd miss
most after moving to Sacramento. I was happy to have one last chance to
enjoy it. After about a minute under the gentle spray with my eyes
closed, I heard the glass door open and sensed two people joining me in
the misty chamber. Then, I felt four hands begin to touch various parts
of my body right at the same time. I let out a soft moan and relaxed more
as Ridge and Hank began to massage the different muscles they came into
contact with. I moved slightly so they could enjoy the warm water (they'd
been working hard all day, too) and I turned to face them both, opening
my eyes for the first time since they'd entered.

    All I could do was smile, looking at these two hot men standing naked
in front of me, their hands moving ever closer to my more sensitive
areas. Ridge and Hank had become part of my new family, one I'd been
welcomed into so early and warmly. Ridge was Thorne's cousin, but more
like a brother than anything. And he'd been in a relationship with Hank
since Brody was a toddler. The two of them could communicate without
words, and I saw them exchange a knowing glance with one another. I
wondered what they had planned, and how premeditated it might have been.
It didn't matter to me though, and I kept eye contact with both of them
as I reached a hand toward each of their hard cocks.

    That seemed to open the floodgates to more fervent passion, and
suddenly I was kissing Ridge, and then Hank, and then both of them. I was
no stranger to threeway kissing at this point, being part of a throuple.
But it was interesting to see how different it felt with men other than
Thorne and Brody. Maybe it was because they were both older and had that
daddy look that always made me swoon, but I was turning into putty in
their hands, ready to give them whatever they needed.

    When I felt Ridge's hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down, I
happily complied. I was particularly excited to get a chance at Ridge's
cock. The fact that he looked so much like Thorne had always titillated
me. It almost felt like I was about to suck off my boyfriend's twin
brother, and of course it was also hot to be playing around with someone
related to Thorne and Brody. I was always happy to keep things in the
family.

    While Ridge's cock entered my mouth, I felt Hank's hands moving down
my lower back as I bent forward. He reached my ass cheeks and began to
knead them, his fingers quickly sliding deeper into my crack. By the time
Ridge's dick was hitting the back of my throat, Hank was already working
a finger into my hole. These two were ready and moving fast, and it was
hot as fuck.

    "That's right, you're gonna take us at both ends. We know you love
it," Hank said softly. It made me wonder how often Thorne talked to them
about our sex life. I felt even more turned on thinking that my boyfriend
might brag to these two about how I liked to get spit-roasted, sucking on
Brody while his father nailed my ass. We'd never gotten around to doing
the opposite yet, since Brody usually didn't top. In fact, I was really
longing to have Thorne watch his son fuck my ass. Maybe that's something
we would finally get up to in our new home.

    Thoughts of my boyfriends vanished when I felt Hank's cockhead
pushing past my sphincter and sliding into me slowly. I moaned, though
the sound was muffled by Ridge's cock, which continued to plunge in and
out of my throat.

    "Fuck yeah, Dylan," Ridge said, sounding like he was savoring every
second of our fun. "I've been wondering if we'd get to do this since the
night we first met you. Remember that, Hank?"

    "Oh, I remember," Hank replied, stopping for a moment to groan softly
as he bottomed out inside me, pressing his pubes against my ass. "The
little slut got down and sucked Thorne's cock right therein the
restaurant. He made quite an impression."
   As much as I could with my face mashed into Ridge's pelvis, I smiled
at what they were saying and how they were saying it. Having two guys
talk about me like that, with their cocks both buried in my holes, was a
massive turn-on. I reached down to stroke my cock, which was already
almost painfully hard. Being as worked up as I was and hearing them say
those things, I knew it would only take a few strokes before... FUCK!

    "Oh man, he's cumming!" Hank said, no doubt feeling my ass clench his
cock as I blasted a load all over the shower floor. "Damn, I... ugh!"
Hank sounded surprised that he was following suit. I felt his cock
throbbing inside me while he deposited his seed almost as deep as Thorne
usually did. Hank kept his cock in me even after he stopped cumming,
using soft thrusts to keep my face implied on his partner's shaft.

    Energized by the load now churning inside my hole, I worked Ridge
even more vigorously with my lips and tongue, and after another minute or
so I'd gotten him right to the edge and was eager for my tasty reward. He
didn't fail to deliver, though he did fail to give me any kind of
heads-up. I'm pretty sure that was on purpose though, so maybe he wanted
to see how quickly I could shift from sucking to swallowing. Never
wanting to waste a drop, I made the switch quickly and by the end of
Ridge's spurting I felt sure I'd gotten it all down.

    As Ridge and Hank helped me get upright and began to soap up my body,
I realized with some amusement that this was my last fuck as a San
Francisco resident -- spit-roasted in my boyfriend's shower by his cousin
and his cousin's man. "Not bad," I thought to myself, letting out a deep
breath and falling into another threesome kiss with the two daddies.

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THORNE:

    After a long week of unpacking and setting up the new house, we all
felt like we'd earned a lazy Sunday. The three of us had only just begun
to explore what our new hometown had to offer. Moving here from the gay
Mecca that was San Francisco, I was skeptical; but as it turns out,
Sacramento wasn't as bad as I'd feared. All in all, doing this for Dylan
was worth it.

    The downtown gayborhood had a number of bars and clubs that seemed
promising for wilder nights of fun. Brody and Dylan were already figuring
out the local music scene as well, and I was happy to let them lead the
way on such things. I'd made it a point to research the more off-the-grid
spots that we might want to check out, and that's where we were this
afternoon.

    This bar had more of a leather/biker feel, and on their website I'd
seen mention of pup nights and other fetish parties, so I knew this was a
spot we'd want to visit, if only to get a feel for the kinkier side of
the local scene. Inside, the place felt like one of the SOMA bars in San
Francisco -- a little dingy but well-decorated, the porn on the TVs
adding some raunch to the otherwise understated erotic appeal of the
place. The crowd was friendly and well-behaved, at least for now. A sling
mounted in one corner of the bar suggested that more debaucherous things
happened, probably later at night and possibly after the front doors were
locked. I was eager to chat more with some of the patrons about what we
might expect here in the future.

    In addition, there was a very pleasant outdoor area in the back. A
large covered patio had plenty of tables and stools, and abutted an even
bigger area with patchy grass and sandy soil, which had a few wooden
picnic tables available. Several small trees provided shade from the
heat. On this warm Sunday afternoon, the patio was bustling and I'd
already spotted a few cocks being pulled through open flies, finding
their way to an accommodating hand or mouth. The action was subtle but
not especially discreet, and while plenty of people enjoyed watching
whatever went down, no one seemed bothered in the slightest. I was
already looking forward to many return visits to this place.

    Brody and I were both wearing tank tops and some fitted khaki shorts.
Dylan had opted for a tight tee and some slightly scandalous running
shorts. The straps of the black jock he had on underneath were visible if
he turned his hips in the right way. That hadn't gone unnoticed by some
of the patrons out on the back patio, and a few minutes ago when Dylan
had returned from getting more beers for us, there had even been a couple
dog whistles as he walked past the small crowd. My boyfriend just flashed
his perfect smile at them and sat back down at the picnic table with us.

    The beers kept flowing as the sun headed toward the horizon. As the
light faded I was interested to see that the only outdoor lighting was in
the corner of the patio, nearest to the door leading into the bar.
Shadows started to darken much of the space around us, and I noticed that
patrons would occasionally wander off in pairs and small groups to one
corner or another.

    Brody, Dylan and I had already been through several bouts of making
out and feeling one another up, only encouraged further by the knowledge
that plenty of eyes were on us as we enjoyed one another. Making out with
my son, playing with his nipples, groping his hard cock -- doing those
things was still an intense thrill and probably always would be. But
doing that in front of a bunch of other men really took things to another
level for me, and I know Brody felt the same way. We'd had to be careful
about our more public displays in San Francisco. Only a very small group
of close friends knew about how close we'd become, and the odds of being
seen by someone outside that circle were always pretty high no matter
where we were.

    But here, we didn't know anyone. The story was ours to tell and we
could decide how open we wanted to be about everything. And if there was
one thing I loved about my two boyfriends, it was that we all got off on
messing around in public. There was no question about how open we would
be in that regard -- basically, we'd push things to the limit any chance
we got. Feeling more than a little drunk and definitely horny from hours
of edging while we enjoyed one another, I was ready to see what limits we
might be in the mood for pushing past this evening.

    "Stand up and take off your shorts," I told Dylan, making sure Brody
could hear me too. Dylan stood up and reached for his waistband, looking
at me with a sly grin.

    "But Daddy, I don't want to get splinters in my ass from this bench,"
Dylan said playfully as he slid the shorts to the ground. I could see his
hard-on practically bursting through the pouch of his jock.

    "Mmm, who says your ass is going to be touching the bench, Son?" I
replied, undoing my fly and pulling out my hard cock. A few strokes from
my hand was all it took to get it slicked up, since I'd been leaking pre
steadily for the last hour or so.

    Dylan's eyes got big and so did his grin, but he also glanced around
in a slightly nervous way. I could tell that the idea of getting fucked
right here, with a couple dozen guys nearby, had him excited. But we also
hadn't seen anyone else doing that, at least not yet. Handjobs and
blowjobs were the only carnal activities the other patrons had engaged
in. Even so, from the conversations I'd had with some of the locals
today, I knew no one was going to file any complaints if we wanted to
take things up a notch.

    "Don't worry," I whispered, and as I grabbed Dylan's waist to begin
pulling him down and onto my waiting cock, I saw Brody whip out his own
hard-on with one hand and grab Dylan's with the other. We were all in
sync and I could tell this was going to be a lot of fun.

    I guided Dylan's ass down and felt my cock push into him. He took it
easily, as he always did, though still managing to grip my shift tightly
as I slowly inched deeper. He sighed as he lowered himself and finally
came to rest in my lap. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled his back
to my chest, while at the same time looking over at the men just fifteen
feet away on the patio. Most were chatting and oblivious, but three guys
at one table all had their eyes locked on us. And I could see at least
two of them groping themselves as they sipped their drinks and stared.

    "C'mere, Son," I said to Brody, and we leaned our heads closer so
that we could kiss deeply. The thrill of making out with my own son in
front of a bunch of strangers made my cock throb inside Dylan's ass. He
squeezed me back, in response, forcing me to stop kissing Brody so that I
could moan and catch my breath.

    "You wanna be filled up today?" Brody whispered to Dylan as he leaned
forward to speak into our boyfriend's ear.

    "Oh fuck... will you? Please?" Dylan replied, and I felt my heart
start to race with anticipation, realizing what my son was suggesting.
For the first time, I was going to get to see Brody fuck Dylan. They
didn't do it that often and during our past mutual play we never seemed
to get around to it. Not only that, but my son's cock was (hopefully)
going to be right next to mine as we double-penetrated the man we loved.

    Brody shifted both himself and Dylan around to make things as easy as
possible. Even so, it took a minute of pushing and grunting before my son
managed to work even the tip of his cock in. Dylan was already leaning
his head forward onto Brody's shoulder, and I rubbed one hand up and down
his back as I gently thrust in and out slightly. The motion helped push
Brody's cock in a little more, and Dylan was starting to gasp in regular
intervals as he worked hard to relax everything.

    We all worked together to make it happen, and each time I glanced
over at our fellow patrons, the audience of captive eyes seemed to have
grown larger in number. I loved it, and I never would have guessed I
would be putting on a DP show during my first visit to a new spot, no
matter how seedy or permissive it seemed. Yet, here we were. "Watch out,
Sacramento," I thought to myself with a smile.

    I felt an odd sensation, and it took me half a second to realize that
it was my son's balls touching my own. They were so smooth, something I
could feel against my own nutsack, and the feeling got me even hornier.
Plus, if our balls were touching, I knew Brody and I were just about to
hit our goal.

    It was hot looking over Dylan's shoulder and seeing my son's face
while our dicks were pressed together. Brody looked intent and even
dominant, if his wicked grin was anything to go by. He was barely 22, my
boy. That was about the age I REALLY began to come into my own, sexually.
Who knows where Brody might end up in time. Maybe he'll be the sluttiest
bottom boy Sacramento's ever seen; or maybe he'll morph into a dom top.
Either way, Dylan and I would be here for him. I was grateful that with
Dylan's help, I was able to help my son grow in ways I never used to
think possible.

    Dylan's ass was already a tight fit with my son and I both balls-deep
inside him, and it felt incredible when he squeezed us even more... and
then he started to cum! Dylan was suddenly moaning loudly, overwhelmed by
the fullness he was feeling and the jolts of his orgasm. I knew Brody's
hand was helping to work a huge load out of Dylan's cock, and I hoped
that it was oozing out through the fabric of the jock, visible to anyone
watching closely.

    I heard Brody cry out next, and suddenly my cock -- our cocks -- were
surrounded by a wet warmth. My son's load was emptying into Dylan and
filling up every bit of empty space around our thick shafts. The
sensation pushed me over the edge and a moment later,I was adding more of
our family DNA to the mix, shooting my load deep into Dylan. I could feel
the wetness growing between my balls and Brody's and I knew we'd be a
cummy mess when this was all over. Part of me was already excited to
stand up and expose our glistening cocks and Dylan's cummy hole while we
got our clothing back in order.

    I knew we were all happy with this first outing in our new hometown,
at what was likely to be a favorite haunt. As he recovered from his
climax, Dylan relaxed himself and brought his head closer to Brody's. I
leaned in and the three of us enjoyed a long kiss while we savored every
second of the deep physical and emotional connections we shared. A few
moments later, one of the friendly bar patrons offered us a stack of
napkins; "In case you need to clean up," he added with a wink.

    About five minutes later, when we were ready to socialize, the
friendly guy returned with a group of his friends, and they offered to
buy us drinks. We invited them to join us at our table, and we all had a
pleasant chat. Dylan, still bare-assed, continued to sit on my lap like I
was Santa. While talking to our new buddies, I felt some of my son's cum
as well as my own leaking out our boyfriend's freshly-fucked hole.

    When we were making introductions, we just said that we were a
"throuple from San Francisco." Brody and I didn't tell anyone that we
were father and son, which allowed us to be as openly affectionate as we
wanted. I called both him and Dylan "Son" by this point, and no one
batted an eye, wrongly assuming there was no biological connection there.
I'm sure that over time, when we make loyal friends in our new city,
we'll feel safe to come out to them, once we know who to trust. For now,
just like Dylan, Brody was my boyfriend. And I was the luckiest dad in
the world.

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