Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2017 16:52:12 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Designated Buddy Part 2 - Home Port

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*****

Despite the thorough workout Justin and Alex had given me yesterday, I was
still up at 6 and in my building's gym, savoring the effects of a great
night's sleep and the lingering afterglow of an intense afternoon and
evening with my son and his best bud. Old Navy habits die hard, I guess,
even though I'd been out of the service myself for over a decade. So when
my phone vibrated next to the rowing machine with an incoming text message
from Justin, I was more than ready to take it.

>Breakfast?

I grinned, and felt my cock twitch with interest inside my sweaty gym
shorts. Down, boy, I thought to myself, looking down at the thickening
shape of it in the mesh fabric as I thumbed the Reply button.

>>Absolutely. Just finishing in the gym. Let me know where you want to
meet.

I powered through the last of my time on the machine, and took a moment to
check myself out in the big mirrors as I toweled the sweat off my
face. Still in good shape, broad-shouldered and tight-waisted, even if I
was a little thicker in the middle. Pretty good for a guy heading towards
50. Even the grey in my hair was working for me, and I knew if I wanted to
head down to the bars in Hells Kitchen, I wouldn't have much trouble
finding some hot young dude to come home with me, if I wanted that.

But what I wanted was on his way - possibly two of them, two handsome,
athletic, energetic and entertaining young sailors. My son, and his
extremely hot best friend, the guy who'd actively asked to join me and my
boy in our illicit, incestuous affair. Asked to be accepted as part of our
family. Hell of a thing, I thought to myself as I rode the elevator up to
my floor. It sure hadn't seemed like just play for him, yesterday - the way
his face had opened up, naked and unguarded, when I'd called him `son'. The
intensity in his eyes when he'd called me `Dad' as he slid that fine young
officer's ass down the thick length of my sticky paternal cock. The way
Justin had murmured the word `brother' against his lips before sliding his
thick, agile tongue between them, as we welcomed Alex to our special,
intense family bond.

A boy without a father, and not much in the way of family of his own. A
man, really, smart and engaged and curious. A man just like my boy
Justin. A man I'd be proud to call `son'. I wondered how much of that was
down to the sheer intensity of yesterday, the heat and the sweat and the
spit and the cum we'd shared between us. How much of it was just Alex
playing a game, tasting that forbidden fantasy so many men secretly lust
after, but few actually achieve. It had been a real risk to let him into
what Justin and I had, and that risk kept tugging at my mind this morning -
but Justin trusted him, and I trusted my son implicitly. He was mature and
responsible beyond his years, destined for great things, and I knew he
wouldn't jeopardize that bright future of his for some fuckbuddy
fun. Wouldn't jeopardize what him and me had.

I'd just dropped my keys in the dish by the front door and was about to
toss my sweat-damp shirt and towel into the laundry hamper when the
intercom buzzer rang. I looked at the video screen, and saw the two of them
looking at the camera, smiling, combination caps firmly in place, just as
fresh and clean as when I'd met them yesterday. As squared-away as when
they'd set those hats back on their head at my front door late last night,
before leaning in to share a round of deep, soulful kisses with me. I
pushed the intercom button.

"I thought I was meeting you men for breakfast?" I said

Justin lifted a paper bag up to the camera, Alex holding up a tray of
cardboard coffee cups, and the grins on their faces inched a little
wider. I chuckled and hit the button to unlock the lobby doors.

"Morning, Dad," Justin said as I let them into the apartment, stepping up
to me, one arm sliding easily around the back of my neck as he met my lips
in a soft, intimate kiss. I returned it on instinct, a definite rise
happening inside my shorts, even as I felt the awkward thrill of Alex's
eyes on us in our father-son embrace.

"Good morning... sir," Alex said, a little blush making him even cuter as
he said it. Justin stepped smoothly out of my direct embrace, making room
for Alex, who suddenly seemed a little unsure of himself. So I hooked my
arm around his trim waist and pulled him gently to me, admiring the
five-star handsomeness of his perfectly clean-shaven, square-jawed face
beneath his combination cap for a moment, before leaning in to kiss his
lips. They parted readily to accept my tongue into the warm, still
minty-fresh cave of his mouth, and it took very little prodding to get his
tongue to move slowly, deeply with mine for a long, smacking kiss.

After he stepped back from me, face flushed, a pleased little smile on his
face, a rapidly growing tent inside my gym shorts, a silence fell between
the three of us. It felt a little like Justin was hanging back and watching
me and Alex interact, while Alex seemed to want to say something else, but
didn't quite know what or how. So like a father sometimes has to do, I took
the initiative.

"That was quite a night last night, men," I said, watching their smiles
widen. "You all OK with everything?"

I knew Justin was - that kid was down for just about anything at all. It
was Alex, who I didn't know nearly as well, that I was wondering about. Him
and me had a lot of catching up to do, if what had sparked between us all
last night was going to keep growing. If that's what we all wanted, and
right now, my gut was telling me that what had felt right in my bed last
night felt even more right in the light of the day.

"I am, sir," Alex said. "I thought about it a lot last night. What it all
meant. How... big it all was. And I was all ready for you guys to turn
around and tell me it was OK, it was just a game we were playing. But when
I got up this morning, and J asked if I wanted to come back over... I said
`yes' without even thinking about it."

"You sure that wasn't just your dick talking, bro?" Justin said with a sly
grin, reaching over to graze his hand over the prominent bulge in Alex's
crisp white uniform trousers.

"Shut the fuck up," Alex laughed, knocking his buddy's hand away. "I mean
sure, hell – you two are hot as fuck. What we did yesterday was... just
damn. But it wasn't a dick thing – it was a gut thing. You know what I
mean?"

"I do, bud, I do," I said, smiling, and nodding, because yeah, Alex got it.

"When it's right, it's right... am I right?" Justin said, slinging those
muscle-dense arms of his around both our necks, and pulling us in
tighter. Making a unit of us.

"Just like it was with us, huh son?" I said, and he nodded eagerly. When he
tilted his chin up towards me in that unmistakable invitation to kiss,
there was no way I was going to resist him. Our lips met, soft yet firm at
the same time, parting to admit each other's tongues in a slow, sweet,
moist dance. It was still a little strange to have somebody else witness
this, but it was thrilling too. As hot and intense as our secret bond was,
it was a heavy burden at times, too. Having Alex here to know us this way
somehow made that part of it easier. Made me realize just how damn much I
loved my boy, in every way a father can, and all the ways one man can love
another too.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing that," Alex said when we
finally parted.

"Better get used to it, brother," Justin said, then turned and favored his
best bud with his talented lips and tongue, and it was my turn to enjoy the
show.

"So... we're cool, then?" I asked when they separated. Alex locked eyes
with me, Justin watching the two of us intently, and then slowly
nodded. "What we had last night... would you like to keep exploring that?"

"Oh yeah," the kid said almost dreamily, and I had to chuckle at that.

"Thank fuck for that," Justin said. "Because I've been meaning to tell ya,
Dad – you smell fucking amazing."

"Well, I was expecting to shower and go meet you fine young studs
someplace..." I said.

"Damn glad you didn't, big guy," Justin said with that telltale husky edge
to his voice, and with that he was leaning into my bare chest, running his
nose through the fur on my stomach and between my pecs, still moist with
sweat from my workout.

"God fuckin' damn I've missed the scent of you, stud," my boy growled, and
I swore my cock grew another inch at the manly, intensely sensual sound of
his voice and the way he loudly inhaled my sweaty musk.

Justin pushed my left arm up, exposing my sweat-damp pit, and laved it with
his tongue, long and slow, sending a shiver all through me. Just as I was
losing myself in his attentions, I felt my other arm being pushed up, and
Alex was entering the fray, mirroring his best bud's actions with a husky,
appreciative noise of his own.

"Yeah, you like a man's scent too, huh son?" I murmured to him.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "More than you could ever know, sir."

"I thought we cleared this up last night, son," I said, looking deep into
his eyes. "You can call me Dad now."

"Ah fuck... Daddy," he half-moaned, half-whispered, his eye all big and
shiny like they were in bed last night, and I had to pull his handsome face
to mine and draw him into another deep, probing, intensely sexual kiss. A
father-son kiss, like the men in the McGowan family liked to do best.

Justin had one big hand on the hard curve of my ass, groping it through my
shorts, the other hand doing the same to the even harder curve of my cock
in front, as he feasted on my sweat and my scent and my pitfur. He
kiss-licked his way up the inside of my bicep, lapping up the remnant
trails of sweat there, before pressing his lips to the stubble on my jaw,
then tracing his tongue up to my ear, making me shiver again as I fed Alex
my tongue, and received his in return.

"He really wants to be one of us, Dad," my son whispered in my ear. "A
McGowan man. Just like us. Not just a one-time thing."

"For good, huh boys?" I growled, and the two of them nodded eagerly, almost
boyishly at me. "Part of our family, and our bond?"

"Yes sir," Justin said, his eyes intent.

"Yes Dad," Alex said with a half-smile, but I could see the equally serious
look in his eyes.

"Then let's take this to bed, sons," I grinned, squeezing the stubbled
backs of their strong young necks, below their combination caps. "That's
where this family likes to be best."

This time, they left their caps on, the rest of their uniforms neatly
folded over the back of the chair by my bed. They made quite a sight, their
proud cocks curving up with steely, youthful hardness, smiles on their
faces as they turned to each other to kiss, hands grazing over each other's
skin. Then they set their caps more firmly on their heads and climbed up on
the bed, to come for me.

"My boys," I growled with lusty pride, and the boyish, happy whimper Alex
let out made for a crazy contrast with the hard-edged musculature of his
young man's body as he slid up the length of my body to resume our earlier
kiss, as my firstborn took my cock in his hand and swallowed it slowly and
skillfully to the root.

"We did quite a lot last night, didn't we, son?" I said to Alex a little
while later, my orgasm slowly subsiding in my balls as my two young men
nestled up beside me, hands playing over the thick contours of my torso.

"It was amazing," he said, and I knew he wasn't just saying that.

"But if you're going to be part of this family, you need to know that we
share everything," I said. "And there's one thing we didn't do that I think
we really should, if you're going to be one of us."

"Oh man, this is gonna be awesome," Justin said, that boyish excitement
ringing through his deep, manly voice.

My boy took over from there, drawing Alex into him for another slow,
sensuous kiss, the pink slip of their tongues enticing as hell. I watched
Justin remove Alex's cap, then his, setting them neatly side-by-side on my
bedside table. Then he put an arm around his buddy-brother's neck and
guided him down low, down between the thickness of my thighs as I spread
them wide to let them in.

"Dad first let me fuck him when I was 16," he said to Alex. "My birthday
present. The first time he fucked me, and the first time he let me fuck
him. Incredible night, bro."

"Oh shit," Alex half-whispered, his eyes rapt in his buddy-brother's gaze.

"Not the first time we'd done anything together, though," Justin said, with
a grin and a wink at me, and I smiled at the memory of his clumsy first
attempts at sucking my big Dad cock sometime before that big night. The
sweet-salty taste of the thick young cum blasting forth from his man-sized
cock and across my tongue for the first time too.

"But the first time for the real men's stuff," he went on, and then his
face disappeared, just the close-cropped copper of his hair visible as his
warm breath gusted over my cum-filled balls, through the fur on my
taint. Then the soft, yet firm press of his lips to the sweaty skin there,
grazing lower. Going deeper.

"Come taste, little brother," he said, after a long minute of tender,
caressing kisses over my most intimate zone. Alex let out another of those
hungry, boyish noises as Justin leaned up and kissed his lips, and those
two words – "little brother" – set our whole dynamic into place. I
knew this was something that had crackled between them for a long time now,
and it slotted perfectly into our familial bond.

Justin guided Alex down, and I now felt his breath, excited and gusting my
cock, balls, taint, and then deeper. His lips were tender as they caressed
their way over my taint, nuzzling up and down, almost like he was marking
his face with my scent. Marking himself as mine. That was a powerfully
primal image, one that set an even bigger bead of precum growing in my
cockslit.

"Go ahead, little bro," Justin said, and the warmth and tenderness in his
voice was stunning to hear. Powerfully sensual, sexual and familial all at
once. "Taste our Dad."

Alex let out that whimper-moan again, and dove right in. Now it was my turn
to grunt with pleasure as he went for it, first nuzzling, then kissing,
then licking his way through the thick fur that crowned my entrance,
zeroing in on the core of me. His lips and tongue were eager and very
talented, and in no time, the fitted sheet was balled up tight in my hands
as I rode out the intense sensations of being eaten out, and well.

"Trust me, he's really good at this, Dad," Justin said with a wink, rubbing
Alex's back and shoulders as the kid went noisily to town, a chorus of
slurping sounds, hungry grunts and panting breaths coming from deep between
my thighs.

"No... fuckin'... kidding," I growled, feeling myself loosening at the
relentless, hungry, sensual assault of my new son's skilled tongue. I'd
watched him slurp up my freshly-spent cum from Justin's hole late last
night, and wondered how his mouth would feel doing the same to me. If we'd
had more time yesterday, I might have found out. But we had literally all
damn day now, and the complete freedom to do whatever we liked. After all,
we were family now. And like I'd told Alex, in the McGowan family, we
shared everything.

"Can I fuck you... Dad?" he asked sometime later, and I saw the boy he had
once been, handsome and respectful but a little hesitant too, shining
through the manly handsomeness of his young officer's face.

"You want to be inside your Dad, huh son?" I said, because I knew the words
were important.

"I do, sir... always have... you don't even know," he halfway moaned, but
of course I did. I'd seen it on his face ever since he first set foot in my
apartment yesterday. Just like I'd seen it in Justin's face when he was not
much more than a kid himself.

I looked my new boy deep in the eyes, reached down between my thighs, and
ran my finger over the spit-sticky clutch of my hole, slowly, feeling the
deep tingles the motion set off.

"Fuck," Alex whispered, staring down at my finger touching myself,
slow-fisting his big young cock.

"Then come to Daddy, son," I said, with a welcoming smile on my face.

Thankfully, Justin was handling the support-team side of things now,
because he already had a heaping handful of lube to slowly slick up and
down the length of his buddy-brother's cock, and again over and inside of
my hole, talking to his new brother in a low, deep, intent voice. The
connection between the two of them was electric – I'd seen a good bit of
it last night, but it was even more powerful this morning, in the full
light of the day.

"Go easy, bro," he murmured to Alex. "This ain't your first time at the
rodeo... but imagine it is, OK? Imagine today's your birthday... your
special day... and Dad's giving you the gift you always wanted, little
brother."

"Ah big bro," Alex moaned, and kissed his brother.

Justin slipped up behind him, and I knew he was nestling his thick,
epically hard cock up between the hard, squared-off muscles of Alex's
ex-wrestler ass. He wrapped his red-furred forearms around Alex's torso and
kissed softly up and down the side of his neck as he stroked the tensed,
beautiful sculpture of his little brother's torso. I gave my own throbbing
cock a gentle stroke as I watched things unfold, letting my son show me the
man he'd become, and show Alex the big brother he could be. The one he'd
always wanted.

"You're 14 years old, baby brother," Justin murmured in Alex's ear, his
eyes trained on the side of his head. Alex's eyes drifted closed, his mouth
open as he slowly panted. "A beautiful kid. Growing up fast. Ready to be a
man."

I tried not to gasp at the quiet, intense intimacy between them, listening
to Justin murmur the fantasies Alex must have shared with him. My god, the
depth of their bond. How incredible it must have been to discover what they
had in common so deeply.

"You're 14, and you've wanted to be with your family like this for so long,
little brother," Justin continued, his voice low, deep, soft, almost
hypnotic. "Stroking that big, hard cock of yours since before you could
cum. Even more once you started to shoot. All alone in your single
bed. Dreaming of this. Being with your men."

Fuck, even I could picture young Alex as Justin was describing him, and my
cock visibly twitched as I contemplated the idea. Justin could really talk
up a blue streak in bed, in all kinds of ways - hard, nasty and raunchy, or
softer, deeper, intense in a different way. The second time we'd fucked,
he'd spontaneously started talking to me as I thrust up inside of him,
telling me how long he'd really wanted what we were diving into. Telling me
a story of a youth on fire with a grown man's desires. The things he'd
wanted for years by that point. A story about an ill-fitting swimsuit of
his, and my gaze, and the way that look had set him on fire inside, and set
us on the path to becoming lovers.

But that was then, years ago, and this was now, and now Justin was
squirting a dollop of lube onto Alex's fingers, and my new son was applying
them to my tingling hole, a shock of cool quickly growing warm as the gel
warmed to my body temperature.

"So this is our birthday gift to you, baby brother," Justin was murmuring,
his lips gazing Alex's ear, making him shiver. "Making you one of us. Our
Dad ready to let you inside of him, and your big brother right here with
you. Because we love you, little brother. You're one of us now."

Justin ran his hand over the hard-carved muscles bulging under Alex's
tanned skin, rubbing over the stiff dark bullet-points of his nips, as Alex
let out a deep, lusty moan and thrust his tongue into Justin's waiting
mouth. At the same time, I felt the firm, blunt tip of his big young
sailor's cock, slicked with lube and precum, pressing against me. Pressing
inside of me.

"Ah fuckkkk," I growled, as Alex broke the kiss and looked deep into my
eyes.

"I love you, Dad," he said, simple and clear.

"I love you too, son," I murmured back, reaching up to stroke the side of
his face, seeing his eyes gleam and soften. "Show me you're my boy."

He nodded once, a military affirmative, and I watched his abs flex as he
thrust his hips, fully breached my hole, and slowly, steadily pushed all
the way inside of me.

Damn, the kid was a good fuck, for sure. For all Justin's compelling
fantasy talk about taking him back to his first time as a very young man,
he blew all that out of the water with his manly skills, his eyes
alternately soft and deep and yearning, then deep and intense and
commanding, his face cycling through a range of expressions - surprise,
lust, love, determination. He was about as big as Justin and me, a solid
piece of young American cock that fit inside of me like he was born to
this. It felt just like it did when Justin fucked me - not just the raw,
satisfying sensation of being thoroughly and skilfully fucked by a hot
young man, but the deeper connectedness to it too. A real sense of
power. The ultimate expression of masculinity, and the thing that had
always put sex with men way above any other kind of pleasure.

"Am I doing good, Dad?" he panted, sweat rolling down his striking
face. "Am I fucking you well, sir?"

"So damn well, baby boy," I growled. "Fucking your Daddy like I always
dreamed you would, son."

"Jesus fuck," he hissed, and set a faster pace, his trim hips going
thwack-thwack-thwack against the beefy muscle of my upturned ass and the
backs of my thighs.

"Fuck yeah, little brother," Justin growled, leaning in to lick up the
sweat trails coursing their way down Alex's neck, over his firm,
hard-flexing pecs, from the smoothness of his freshly-shaved cheek. "Look
at you, bro. My little stud kid bro. Fucking like a man."

"Like a McGowan man," I grunted. "One of us, for sure. Our boy."

"Oh god damn," Alex moan-wailed, keeping up his determined pace. The kid
was a sexual athlete, just like Justin, Like his big brother. Like I'd
prided myself on being, back in my Navy days. He might look different from
us, but he fucked like us, and felt like us, and the growing feeling in my
gut wasn't just my rapidly approaching orgasm, as he fucked his way
skilfully over my prostate - it was that growing feeling of rightness.

Alex slid his strong hands under my hips and lifted my ass up a little
more, changing the angle as he leaned forward over me, his breath hot on my
face as he stared into my eyes and dripped sweat on me. I had a vague
glimpse of Justin moving around behind him, the sound of him kissing all
over Alex's muscular shoulders and back, and then he disappeared from my
view. The sudden change in Alex's face, his eyes rolling up a little, going
half-lidded, clued me in to what my eldest was doing. Yet another thing he
did so well, and when he came up for air a few minutes later, his chin
shiny with his spit and the sweat from deep down in Alex's ass, we
exchanged an approving nod over Alex's gleaming shoulder. Justin smiled
confidently, then leaned in to kiss the side of Alex's neck.

"Your ass is so beautiful when you fuck, little bro," he murmured, with a
tenderness to his sexy words. "It's always beautiful... but especially
now."

I could see the big muscles in Justin's right arm working, his hand out of
view, and I didn't need to hear the lewd, slick, squishy sounds of the lube
being applied to know what was going on. Alex slowed his fuck pace, looked
over his shoulder at his new brother, and nodded. His smile was dazzling,
clear and white in his tanned face, and again, the connection crackling
between the two of them was mesmerizing. I watched Justin's face, the tip
of his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he looked down at
Alex's five-star ass, saw the movement of his right arm as he positioned
his big young sailor's cock, and then his hands took hold of Alex's hips
and he pushed his way inside of him.

"Fuck yeahhhh," Alex moaned, his face a mix of discomfort and pleasure as
my big young son thrust up into him. I knew well how that felt, but Justin
knew how to fuck a man's ass right - and not just because I'd taught
him. It was sheer natural talent. Born to lead, born to fuck - that
could've been my boy's motto.

All of this, the physical and psychological and emotional intensity of what
we were doing, was starting to really get to me. I'd largely left my cock
alone, letting it drool a copious flow of precum all over the sweat-matted
fur on my stomach, but now I took it in hand, jacking it slowly at first,
amplifying all the sensations of getting stud-fucked by this hot young
sailor, this new son of mine, while watching him get thoroughly filled by
my pride and joy. It was incredible mix of sensation and lust and love for
these young men and what we were building between us, not least of which
was a powerful set of orgasms.

I could feel mine building, boiling and churning deep in my balls, my cock
tingling inside and out with the anticipation of it, and I started to
stroke myself faster to bring it on. Alex opened his eyes, his hips fucking
almost on autopilot now that he'd found the rhythm between me and Justin,
looked down at my hand on my cock, and slapped it away.

"No sir," he grunted. "Not yet. I want that Dad load in me. Yours too,
J. Both of `em. Don't you dare cum, you hot fucks."

"Yeah, you got a plan, baby brother?" Justin panted, sweat gleaming on his
creamy redhead's skin now, his big ex-wrestler torso looking finer than
ever, the chunky muscles flexed almost in concentration as he really put
the wood to Alex. "My fuck-muscles," he'd called them one time when he was
17, rightfully proud of the fucking he'd just delivered. They were in full
effect now, even better than ever with all the PT they did aboard.

"What you wanna do, son?" I grunted, forcing myself not to touch my angry,
drooling hardon. "How you gonna take your family's cum, baby boy?"

"You'll see," he grunted through gritted teeth, his face full of lusty
determination, mixed with preorgasmic haziness. "Make me cum, you fucking
family studs... and I'll show you."

I looked over his shoulder at Justin, who just shrugged. Looked like this
was Alex's show now, and we were just along for the ride. One hell of a
ride, to be sure. So I pulled Alex's sweaty, flushed face down to mine and
kissed him, long and deep and wet, tender and paternal, lusty and sexual,
giving him the best I had as Justin set a faster, deeper pace on his ass,
giving him his best too.

"Can't wait to breed you up, my son," I murmured against Alex's lips. "Make
a true McGowan out of you, you little stud. One of
us. Real... fucking... family..."

"Oh my god, Dad," he moaned, and from the look on his face, and the focused
intensity on Justin's, I knew his prostate was getting thoroughly
assaulted.

"So cum for us, little brother," Justin grunted through gritted teeth. "Cum
for us, and show us how we can cum in you. Make you ours."

"Ours for good, son," I said, verbally tag-teaming him with my son
now. "Take our cum... take our name... take your place in our bed..."

"Alex McGowan," Justin grunted, his hips thrusting harder, faster, deeper,
aglow with sweat. "My little brother."

"Alex McGowan," I said, staring deep into his eyes as I held his face in my
hands, feeling his fuckstrokes growing erratic inside of me. "My son. Our
boy."

"Our family, little bro," Justin huffed. "For life, baby brother."

"We love you, son," I murmured. "Now cum for your family, baby."

"Awww fuckin' fuck!" he yelled, his beautiful muscles tensing up hard,
frozen like a statue, his face getting that starey, spacey look of a man
whose orgasm is rolling through him like a freight train with no
brakes. Heat and steam and sparks inside of him, as he stared into my eyes,
trembling all over, and shot his cum into my depths.

"Goddamn, too fuckin' much," Justin hissed, suddenly tugging his cock free
from the tight confines of Alex's hole and staggering backwards on my bed,
his face flushed and intense as he clutched his red-tipped cock tightly
around the base, the other hand tugging on his big young balls to ward off
his own cum.

Alex slid forward onto my chest, and my arms slipped around him and stroked
up and down his sweaty back, as he gasped and twitched. I kissed the side
of his neck, behind his ear, rubbing my big hands soothingly over his ass
and up and down his flanks.

"You're beautiful, baby boy," I murmured to him. "Daddy's boy. Proud to
call you my son, Alex."

"Thanks Dad," he half-whispered, finally looking up at me with that big,
white smile of his gleaming. Justin slipped down beside us on the bed and
pulled him in for a slow, sensuous kiss, and then I took my turn with him
too.

"You guys need to cum," he said.

"Fuckin' A we do, little brother," Justin grinned, cuffing the back of his
close-cropped, dark-haired head playfully. "So tell us your big plan,
dude."

He looked at us, and I don't know if the red in his cheeks was
post-orgasmic flush, or something more. Either way, I was intrigued. I
didn't necessarily need to cum right now. But my curiosity was piqued, for
sure. He cut eyes from Justin to me and back again, and bit his lip. He was
absolutely fucking adorable. He was absolutely ours, I knew.

"Well..." he said...

-- To be continued... --