Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2020 01:04:31 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: DILTF-10

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DILTF—Chapter 10: Gary and Grant's Story
A sequel to Chapter 3: Greg's Story
By R. A. Swain

      We never thought dad would go for it, but in retrospect there had
been hints since we were teenagers that dad had interest in doing
something. I'm Gary Watson, a 19 year-old college student, and Grant is my
20 year-old college student brother. We've been messing around with each
other since I was 13, and dad was always in my fantasies when I jerked
off. I didn't know Grant felt the same way until a couple of years after we
first jerked off together.

      The first time we jerked off together we'd been messing around out by
the pool and Grant dared me to swim the length of the pool without my suit
on. I did it, and then dared him to do the same. While we were both
splashing about naked in the pool dad came home. He yelled at us for being
in the pool without adult supervision until he saw we were skinny
dipping. He almost laughed. "Well," he said, "I suppose there no harm
done. I see why you're in the pool when you know you shouldn't be without
me here, but you know what, I like to swim naked too."

      "No way," I remember saying.

      "Yes way," dad answered back. "And if you guys don't mind, I think
I'll join you."

      Grant and I both said nothing, we just watched our father begin to
strip off his shirt, toe off his shoes and sit down on the lounge chair. He
removed his socks. His chest had a lot of hair on it, and he didn't look
like most of the guys I'd seen bare-chested on television. They were
usually smooth. They also had flat abs, but dad wasn't fat either. He
wasn't defined, but he was hot looking if you asked me.

      He stood up and unbuckled his belt, opened his slacks and then let
them drop around his ankles. He stood there in his tight white briefs. I
remember Grant smirking. "Are you really gonna go skinny dipping with us?"

      "Bet your ass I am," was dad's reply. With that he stripped off his
briefs right in front of us, brushed his hand over his cock and tugged it
slightly. He had a lot of hair around his cock, but it was still a very big
looking cock. Much bigger than mine or Grant's at that time. He took a step
toward the pool and dove in, swimming underwater toward us, surfacing in
front of us.

      "I hope you guys are cool with this," dad said. "Because you know
you're not allowed in the pool without an adult being here, and if you want
to swim nude that's fine with me, and I'll join you unless you don't want
me to."

      "No, we want you to skinny dip with us," Grant said. "I mean, it's
cool, if you're okay with us being naked in front of you."

      "Why wouldn't it be?" Dad asked. "We're all men."


      After that time, we spent quite a bit of time skinny dipping with
dad. When I think about it now sometimes, we'd come home and find dad
already naked by the pool. His cock sometimes looked slightly
swollen. Neither Grant nor I thought about it back then, but dad must've
been jerking off out by the pool.

      Anyway, Grant and I attended the same college and spent a lot of time
together playing around, jerking off with each other and our roommates. We
both came to the conclusion separately that if we were sharing a room with
another guy, they had better be okay with us jerking off and being
comfortable. Turns out we were very lucky, and both got roommates who were
as open as us when it came to masturbation. Also, they were both as horny
as us. Many nights we'd all gather in one of our rooms and sit around
talking about sex and jerking off.

      Grant and I also talked about wanting to get back to skinny dipping
with dad, and maybe more over the summer break. We both wondered if we
could get dad to skinny dip again. We figured that would be easy, but
neither of us were sure we'd get the more we wanted. We had talked a lot
about seeing dad with a hard-on. It had been one of my fantasies since I
was 13, and Grant admitted it had been one of his also. We just didn't know
we'd get the opportunity so early in our vacation. We didn't think we'd get
him naked or more only two days into the drive back home.

      After the first night dad seemed to relax a lot more. Not that he was
ever a prude, but getting him to suck both Grant and I, and jerk us off,
and let us suck him and jerk him off was amazing. When I stop to think dad
was in his mid thirties the first time I saw him naked, and he'd gotten
hotter with age, in my opinion, it really turned me on.

      So, we woke up the next morning, naked, in bed with dad. I lazily
reached out and stretched my arms and hands downward brushing my hand
across my dad's naked torso and feeling my hand hit his morning wood. Damn,
I thought, dad was rock hard again. I opened my eyes and looked down at his
cock sticking straight up. I lay there looking at it, at least seven
inches, maybe a bit longer, but two inches shorter than my own, and reached
out to gently touch it.

      Dad didn't stir, so I took advantage of the situation, wrapping my
palm around his rigid shaft and pumping it a few times. He started to stir
and rolled toward me. I felt his hard cock press into me. My own morning
wood was sticking up begging to be drained. Dad moved again, opening his
eyes. He looked at me, then down at my cock, and then at his.

      "Sorry. Morning Gary. I didn't, I mean, I—"

      "It's okay, dad. We're both guys. Besides, after last night..." I
left it trail off. Dad looked down again, avoiding my eyes. At that point
Grant rolled over and his arm flopped down over dad's waist. Dad shifted
again.

      "Looks like it's time to get up," he said.

      Grant groaned, shifted, stretched his arms over his head and opened
his eyes. He smiled at dad and I and looked down at what I'm guessing was
his morning wood, poking dad in the back. "Sorry dad. Can't help it. Gotta
go pee."

      "I think we all do," dad said. "Who's first?"

      "We all gotta go, let's go together," I said.

      Grant was already up and heading to the bathroom. Dad followed, a
little slow. We stood around the toilet, our cocks all sticking out or
up. "It's hard to go with morning wood," Grant said.

      "Relax it a little," Dad said. "Take some deep breaths."

      Grant started to piss a little, but since his cock was sticking
slightly up it was like a fountain. It shot up and came down on the tip of
my cock and dad's, "Hey, watch it," I said.

      "Feels good," dad said. I watched his cock throb and begin to piss
also with a force that shot across the toilet and soaked Grant's
cock. "Sorry, son."

      "It's cool," Grant said, aiming his cock more toward dad's and
soaking him also. "Revenge piss," he said with a laugh.

      Suddenly both looked at me and swung toward me, soaking my cock with
their piss. The feel of it triggered me and I let loose a stream and swung
back and forth between both of them. We all laughed as we drained our veins
on each other's cocks. "We'd better clean this up and shower," Dad said.

      We had lost some of our morning wood, but not all. "Are we showering
together also?" I asked as Dad turned to the bathtub.

      He looked back at my cock which was starting to grow hard again. "I
guess so. It'll save time." He turned on the water and we followed him into
the shower. It was a tight fit.

      Dad started soaping me up and Grant took the soap and began soaping
up Dad, so I grabbed some soap and began washing Grant. We switched off to
soap up each other, until I felt Grant's hand on my cock, and I had my hand
on Dad's. I squeezed Dad's cock and stroked it the same way Grant was
stroking mine. I looked down and saw Dad stroking Grant. We all paused and
looked at each other.

      "We need more room," Dad said. "Let's take this to the beds."

      We quickly got out of the shower and in a couple of seconds were in a
daisy chain on the bed, me sucking Dad, Dad sucking Grant, and Grant
sucking me. We took turned switching off of each other, our hands exploring
each other's bodies. It was obvious Dad was getting into it, and we were
both into exploring his body. We shifted again and both Grant and Dad moved
to work on my body, their mouths running over my chest and stomach and they
approached my cock from both sides, licking the shaft and balls. Then we
switched again, and Dad and I worked Grant's body with our mouths, copying
what they had done to me. But it was the next shift I was looking forward
to when Grant and I got to work over our Dad's hairy body with our
mouths. He lay back and just let us go back and forth on his cock until he
couldn't take another moment and erupted in a volcano of cum shooting up
above our heads and splattering down on his hairy stomach, chest and
crotch.

      He looked at our hard cocks. "Cum on me. Both of you," he said. We
quickly knelt on either side of our father and he grabbed our cocks and
began stroking them. It didn't take long and suddenly we were spurting cum
out and all over our Dad and each other.

      We all lay back for a moment, spent. Dad's hand rubbing both my cock
and Grant's, then rubbing our cum into his stomach and pubes. "Fuck, we
really need to clean up and get going," he said.

      We drove for a couple hours. Dad was quiet. "Hey Dad, are you okay?"
I asked.

      Dad glanced back at me. "I'm okay, just coming to grips with stuff?"

      "You mean stuff like last night and this morning?" Grant asked.

      "I know you guys are adults, but you're my sons. I never imagined I'd
have sex with one or both of you, and I did. Society programs you to know
that you're not supposed to have sex with your kids," he said.

      "Dad, we're not kids, we're adults, and we wanted it as much as you
did. And I think you did imagine it years ago when we were kids," Grant
said.

      Dad was silent for a while. He drove and looked out the window at the
road for a while and then finally spoke. "When did you guys decide you
wanted to have sex with me?"

      I smiled. "When I was 13," I replied. Dad smiled but didn't look at
me.

      "I was 14," Grant said. "It was after the first time you went skinny
dipping with us."

      Dad shook his head. "After that we were naked a lot in front of each
other. I don't suppose that had anything to—"

      "Dad, if you're thinking you did anything to make us want you, you
did. You fathered us, and later on we got to see how hot a guy you were,
are, and it was in our blood to want you." I said.

      "Yeah, once we saw your cock, we couldn't resist it," Grant added.

      "Besides dad, it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it." I said.

      Dad looked away for a moment. "Yes, I did enjoy it, but I don't think
we should do it again."

      "Why not?" Grant asked.

      "The morality thing," I said. "Dad's getting moral on us in his old
age."

      "Old age? I should put you over my knee for that."

      "Bareassed?" Grant asked.

      "Smart aleck. Don't think I wouldn't do it," dad said.

      "Yeah, and enjoy doing it," I said with a smirk. "You smacking my
hairy naked ass, feeling my cock growing on your lap."

      "I raised a couple of horndogs." Dad said, shaking his head again.

      "Okay dad, we won't hold it against you if you don't want to mess
around again, but will you tell us what your favorite part of last night
and this morning was?" Grant asked.

      "What?"

      "I really liked it when you took my cock in your mouth for the first
time," Grant said. "Just thinking about it gets me hard."

      "Yeah, and I liked it when you jerked me off. And this morning I
liked it when you both pissed on me, and when you asked Grant and I to cum
on you." I said.

      Dad was silent for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking about
all the sexual things we had done together. I glanced down at his crotch
and notice it was swelling in his shorts. "Well, I guess after the initial
shock of it all the best part was when both my sons were sucking on my cock
and balls at the same time."

      Looking down at dad's crotch again I could see the outline of his
cock growing down the leg of his shorts. I hadn't noticed what he was
wearing earlier today, but it looked like he was freeballing. He shifted in
his seat and reached down and adjusted his cock.

      "Dad, are you gettin' a hard-on?" Grant asked.

      "Um, we should change the subject," dad said.

      "If you're hard I'm guessing we'll be stopping soon for lunch, and a
little relief?" I asked.

      "Do you boys jerkoff every time you get a boner?" he asked.

      "Pretty much," Grant replied.

      "Well I don't. I'm not as resilient as you."

      "You were last night, and this morning." I said.

      "Why don't you whip it out and stroke while you're driving?" Grant
suggested.

      Dad laughed. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Your old man jerking
off again in front of you, this time while he's driving."

      "Have you ever jerked off while driving?" Grant asked.

      Dad was quiet.

      "You have, haven't you?" I asked.

      Dad nodded. "Yes, I have, a few times. But never in broad daylight."

      "Never?" I pressed.

      Again, dad was silent for a long moment before answering. "Well one
time, but it was on a lonely stretch of road and there was no other
traffic."

      "Go dad," Grant said. "You've gotten into more that we thought."

      "You boys seem to be under the impression your old man didn't have a
sex life before last night and this morning. Well I'll tell you I've been
know to do a lot of stuff a father shouldn't be telling his sons about
having done."

      We both looked at dad and grinned. "Tell us some of it. Come on. We
can see you've got a hard-on. Tell us some of the stuff you've done?"

      "No," dad said. "Just know that if you've thought of it, I've
probably already done it."

      That got Grant and me. We knew we'd get dad naked and hard again. We
already had him hard, we just had to work on the naked part.

      The rest of the day was a drive that passed with little talk as we
started to cross the desert. We stopped for lunch, a roadside place that
couldn't be called a diner, but definitely a dive. Then we started out
again. Dad's car wasn't the best on air conditioning, so he drove on low
air. This got Grant and I to remove our shirts. Dad was obviously sweating.

      "Hey dad, why don't you take your shirt off?" I suggested. He
resisted, at first, but then after a few more miles he pulled over and
tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest again. "Feel
better?" I asked.

      He nodded. "Yes, cooler."

      "So dad, tell us some of the wild stuff you did when you were our
age," I probed.

      He smiled. "You really think I'm going to tell you the stuff I did?"

      "Sure," Grant said. "You know you want to."

      Greg shook his head. "How about this," he said, "I'll answer one
specific question from each of you. That's it."

      "Like truth of dare? Alright!" I said.

      Greg felt a grin pass his lips. "No, not like truth or dare. I'm not
playing truth or dare with my sons," he said, but the fact was when he
heard the word dare his cock twitched.

      "Yeah. Come on, Dad. Just simple dares," Grant said. "Like we can
take turns driving while you do a dare. I've already got one. The first
dare is riding naked for 10 miles."

      Greg laughed. "That would be something, wouldn't it? Me riding
naked. I see you like the idea of me naked."

      "Of course, we like the idea of you naked," I said. "It'll be fun."

      Greg shook his head. "Not a good idea. We'll be home in a couple of
hours and then maybe we can do some skinny dipping, or something."

      Grant shifted in his seat. "So, you are going to mess around with us
again?"

      Greg glanced out the window for a second. "I've been thinking a lot
about the things you guys said. You are both adults, and I still can't
believe the things we've done, the things I've done with my sons. I can't
believe I got into some piss play this morning with you."

      "That was wild," I said.

      "Yeah," Grant added. "We've done some stuff like that with some
friends, and a few others."

      "Really?" Greg asked.

      "Yeah, it's," Grant paused. "I don't know, it just really turned me
on when you pissed on my cock."

      "Your Uncle Frank used to get into it a lot too when we were teens,"
Greg said.

      Both Grant and I sat wide eyed and mouths open when dad admitted
that. "Seriously?" I asked.

      "Yes, we used to play a lot in our teens and twenties. I guess we did
a lot of the things it sounds like you two do with your friends," Greg
said. "It sounds like some things runs in the family."

      "Yeah, it does."

      Greg didn't know why he admitted to the piss play to his sons or
engaged in some mild piss play early that morning. It caught him off guard,
but then everything that had been happening had caught him off guard. They
drove the final one hundred miles home arriving just before dark. The three
shirtless men carried their bags into the house and dropped them in the
living room.

      "It's still very warm out," I said.

      "Yes," Grant said. "a perfect evening for skinny dipping."

      "Yes it is," Dad agreed. "How about it? You boys up for a swim?" He
stood up and placed his hands on the button of his shorts. He opened the
snap, but didn't open the fly.

      Grant jumped up and was quick to strip off his cargo shorts. Standing
naked in front of his brother and father he revealed a semi hard cock. "I'm
up for it," he said.

      Gary looked from his brother to his father. He quickly opened his
shorts and dropped them to his ankles. "Me too," he said.

      That was all it took for Greg to open his zipper and let his shorts
fall to the floor. His cock was also significantly fluffed up. He tugged on
it a few times. "Feels good to be naked," he said.

      "Yeah, it does," Gary said, tugging on his own cock a couple of
times. All three men were showing almost full erections.

      They headed out to the backyard, not bothering with any lights. In a
moment they were all in the pool, splashing about, and dunking each other,
and groping each other. Greg enjoyed grabbing his sons' cocks, pressing
their bodies against his, and rubbing his cock against theirs; and his sons
enjoyed the same. Grant swam up to his father and pressed his hard cock
against his father's equally hard cock. He then backed off and Greg turned
and pulled himself over to Gary, copying Grants movements, he pressed his
cock against his son's, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He felt Grant
come up behind him and press his body against his, rubbing his cock against
the crack of his ass.

      "Let's take this out of the pool," Greg said.

      The boys followed their father out of the pool onto the grass. Greg
lay back on the soft grass and saw the moonlight glistening off his sons'
wet cocks. "Looks fantastic," he said, nodding to their naked bodies.

      "Yeah, it does," Grant said, eyeing his father's naked form. He sank
to his knees next to Greg, and Gary joined them on the other side of Greg.

      "Is this going to become a regular thing?" Greg asked. He took
Grant's cock in his hand as he asked the question and began stroking his
son.

      "I hope so," Grant said.

      "Me too," Gary said, before leaning down and taking Greg's cock into
his mouth. Greg was rock hard and enjoyed the feeling of his son's lips on
the crown of his dick. It felt so warm as Gary ran his lips down his
father's shaft. Greg sighed. "Yes, suck my cock."

      He leaned over and took Grant's cock into his mouth and began sucking
on the young man. Grant shifted and took his brother's cock into his
mouth. The three men lay on the ground sucking and licking each other's
cocks and balls, running their hands over each other's bodies, exploring
each other in a slow methodic way. They enjoyed giving pleasure to each
other and receiving pleasure as well.

      End Chapter 10

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