Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 23:55:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <ad4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing Something For Dad

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*****

"Dude, we gotta do something," Kyle said, straddling his surfboard next to
me in the warm water as we talked, looking back to the beach.

Dad was sitting in his beach chair, almost slumped, a half-drunk beer in
his hand, staring fixedly at the sand in front of him. He'd been like this
most of the time since we'd got down here last Friday. He'd been like this
pretty much since the divorce, which Mom had surprised him with the day
after me and Kyle left for college last August. Usually he'd try to put on
a brave front, try to be his warm, cheerful old self for us, but it seemed
like he was out of gas.

I'll be straight with you, our mother was kind of a bitch, and we didn't
really get why being free of her would depress Dad so much, let alone why
he even married her in the first place. He was this big, friendly,
happy-go-lucky, generally chill ex-jock, and she was an uptight, frosty,
reserved rich-girl type. We were definitely his boys, baseball and
wrestling and football studs like he'd been - pictures of his high school
glory days still hung in the halls of our old high school - and we looked
and acted and even sounded like he did. We were on his side through the
whole thing, and we did what we could to be there for him, but even now,
even down at Uncle Tony's beach house for a big chunk of the summer, that
didn't seem to be enough.

It probably sounds kind of selfish, but Dad's depression was cutting into
our bro time, too. We went to the same school and all, but time at home was
really our best time to enjoy each other like we really liked to do, like
we'd been doing since we both hit puberty. Yeah, I know, that old story -
twins who play. Well, it's who we were, and we liked it, and that's all
there was to it. Usually, a trip like this, we'd be getting up to all kinds
of fun, sexy stuff with each other, but it was like Dad's mood had put a
wet blanket on everything. Sure, it felt great to sneak out of the house
with Kyle at night, down into the dunes, get our hands inside each other's
shorts, our tongues inside each other's mouths, and try and catch that
magic wave we had between us... but it felt kind of wrong too, all of a
sudden. Like, how could we play and enjoy ourselves, when our Dad was all
alone and fucking miserable?

Thing is, Dad kind of knew about us. One day when we were 15, we were home
from school and in Kyle's room, practicing our French kissing like we'd
been doing since we were 13 or so, stripped down to our briefs, cocks out,
chuckling and grunting and jacking on each other's hard dicks. And I guess
we were so into it, we didn't hear Dad come home from work early, because
when he suddenly opened the bedroom door, we all got a big shock. After a
few seconds, Dad blushing even harder than we were, he just backed out and
closed the door. But he never said anything to us, even though the three of
us were kinda nervous and quiet around each other, which definitely wasn't
the norm for us.

I guess our mother had cottoned on to just how close me and my bro were,
too. We were play-wrestling one afternoon awhile later, maybe being a
little more handsy than most boys, scrapping on the floor of my room in our
undies, clearly hard and enjoying the play, when she came up to tell us to
quiet down. This was different from Dad busting us - she folded her arms
across her chest, fixed us with a hard stare, and suggested in a chilly
voice that we get dressed and go do our homework. We heard her and Dad
having a Big Discussion that night, and then the next evening, he walked us
down to the park, and sat us down for a talk.

"Look, boys, I know how it is," he said, blushing and uneasy. "I had three
brothers. Sometimes, you just get all swept up in something, and... things
happen."

Me and Kyle shared an uneasy, but curious glance as he continued.

"And hey, you know, it's that old thing of `boys will be boys'. I get it. I
know what it's like to be your age, and, well... y'know... horny a lot, and
stuff. Sometimes, you might fool around with your buddies. Hell, I did. And
when you've got a brother right there, same age, same kind of, uh... moods,
well... I get that, too."

We looked at each other. Dad and Uncle Tony were twins. I know Kyle was
thinking the same questions and things as me - I could read it on his face.

"Boys," Dad went on, "I'm not gonna condemn you for being curious. I guess
most people will say you shouldn't do some things, but then, they're not in
your shoes. They probably don't get it. Your mom is one of those
people. She and I can't stop you, and I'm not gonna pretend like I can sit
in judgment of you - because like I said, I was your age once, and I had
brothers, and I know how it is for you. But just... be careful. Think about
what you're doing. And don't close off your, uh... options for the
future. You're still growing up. Don't decide you're any one thing, based
on some horny teenage messing around."

He looked at us, his Serious Look, and we nodded. We got it. Then that
charming grin spread across his handsome face, the face we'd have in twenty
years' time.

"And for Christ's sake, don't ever let your mother catch you again, OK?"

We gaped, then chuckled, and he laughed with us, and even though we had a
million questions, and he'd always told us we could ask him anything, well,
the questions we had - about what it was like for him at our age, him and
Uncle Tony, what they might have done together - somehow didn't feel
appropriate right then.

We never got around to really asking him, we just figured things out on our
own, and knowing how much like him we were, we knew Dad understood us very
well. We'd catch Uncle Tony giving us a kind of man-to-man grin sometimes,
like he had some ideas too, and even though he was married and had four
kids with his smokin' hot wife, him and Dad always had a special vibe
between them whenever they were together. A vibe like ours.

So I'd been thinking about all that, and of course Kyle had too, because
we're twins, and we might look like big dumb jocks, but we're pretty smart,
pretty perceptive. We talked it out while we floated in the water, looking
back and forth from each other to him and back again. All we wanted to do
was give him some comfort, something to smile about, something to
jump-start him out of the doldrums before things got worse. For us, sex was
always a good bet. Especially with somebody you loved, and we didn't love
anybody more than each other. Except for Dad - him even more than
that. Sure, it didn't hurt that Dad was still big and hunky, in good shape
in his early 40s, the walking embodiment of what me and Kyle would look
like in twenty-odd years. Yeah, we'd kind of fantasized about him joining
us sometimes. But this was about much, much more than sex and fantasies. It
really was about love.

Since I'm three minutes older and about a half-inch taller, that makes me
the "big" bro, so I took the lead. When we headed back in, we roused Dad
from his chair and suggested getting some seafood. And then I led Kyle into
the bathroom, and we took a shower together, leaving the door cracked open
so Dad knew exactly what his boys were doing. We didn't fool around or
anything... well, we swapped a couple of kisses, and let them be a little
loud for effect, but mainly we washed each other, took our time, and
emerged with towels knotted low on our waists.

"Hot water's all yours, Dad!" I called, and then we headed to our shared
bedroom to get dressed. Door open, again.

At dinner, I casually slung my arm round Kyle's neck, and he let his
forearm rest on the thickness of my thigh. Dad couldn't see it, nobody else
could, but Kyle played with the hairs on my knee below the hem of my
shorts. We were seated at an end table on the restaurant balcony,
overlooking the sea, and what Dad could see was my fingers, at first
playing with the collar and open neck of Kyle's button-down shirt,
occasionally grazing over the warm, smooth skin on his collarbones and the
swell of his upper pec. Just the type of casual, brotherly intimacy we'd
always had. Letting Dad see it, see how comfortable we were with each
other. Kind of inviting him into it. I watched him watch us, quiet and a
little thoughtful, and at last, he seemed to be taking notice of the world
around him. Taking notice of us, being there for him. He even started
making some light conversation with us, and it didn't seem like as much of
an effort for him.

On the ride back to the house, Kyle dangled his hand back between the front
seats of the truck, and I took hold of it. Saw Dad's eyes flick up to the
rearview mirror from time to time. And when we got home, it was him who
suggested we all have a beer out on the deck.

Kyle sat by me on the porch swing, Dad in the chair adjacent, where he
could clearly see our knees pressed companionably together, lightly
brushing up and down. This time, it was Kyle's arm round my neck, casually
grazing my skin and hair. It felt good, felt comfortable, and I didn't have
to fake or overdo my soft sighs of pleasure, my relaxing posture. And then
Kyle cut eyes at me, and I nodded, and we began in earnest.

"We really missed you, Dad," he started.

"Yeah," I continued. "Glad we could be here with you. Know it's been a
rough time. Hate what you've been going through."

He smiled at us, his eyes maybe a little shiny, nodding his thanks.

"Wade and me were talking," Kyle went on. "And we thought about maybe
switching schools, coming back home for awhile. Maybe going to State."

"Uh-uh, boys," Dad said, and at last, we'd gotten him a little more
animated. "No way. All the work you put in to get into Tech..."

"We know, Dad, we know," I smiled. "Knew you'd say that, too. But it's
kinda killing us to see you so lonely. So... broken up, still. And much and
all as we'd love to be home with you again - just us guys - we know we
gotta think about the future."

"But we really hate seeing you this way, Dad," Kyle took over. "It's not
right. You don't deserve to feel this way. And we want you to really be
here with us, if this is all the time we've got."

"You've always been so cool, Dad," I said, my hand rubbing Kyle's muscled
thigh in an unmistakably familiar, intimate way, as he toyed with the hair
behind my ear. "Our role model. And we listened to everything you ever told
us. Even the stuff a few years ago... when you talked to us about... you
know... brother stuff, and being close..."

"And we're still close, Dad," Kyle finished. "Just like we guess you and
Uncle Tony were... or are..."

Dad blushed, looked away, and I knew we were right. But then he looked back
at us, just in time to see me turn to Kyle, smile at each other, taking a
moment to mentally prep ourselves for this... and then we leaned into each
other and kissed. Real soft, quiet, but deep all the same. Like we'd been
doing for years now. Like Dad had seen us do that one time. Like we'd never
stopped doing.

I expected Dad to say something, to stop us, but he just let us go with
it. Our cocks started to harden visibly in our shorts - we're both
hard-wired for kissing, it's fucking awesome - as we went deeper, tongues
slipping, the soft smacking sounds of our lips deepening, intensifying,
every so often a lusty little moan-grunt from each of us as we sort of
forgot everything else and took each other to that special place together.

When we eventually came up, smiling and ruffling each other's hair, turning
back to Dad... he was staring at us. Something in his eyes, his face, his
gaping mouth... and in the epic tent in his shorts. That's when we knew we
were doing the right thing. We smiled at him, and then I stood up, took
Kyle's hand as he got up by me, and together, hand-in-hand, we stood before
our Dad. Our cocks bulged hard in our shorts, and we just focused our best
look of love on him as he stared up at us with something like amazement.

"Come on, Dad... we want to be with you," I said quietly, reaching for his
hand.

"We want to share something good with you, Dad," Kyle said, taking his
other, and he stood up as we tugged. Not resisting, not just complying, but
coming to us, almost in a trance. And we led him inside.

He didn't resist us as we steered him to the master bedroom, unbuttoned his
shirt, quietly undressing him as we touched his big, thick, powerful
body. Muscled like us, but overlaid with a nice layer of manly
beef. Solid. Mighty. We touched him with our hands, and then our lips, and
as we both kissed our way over the swell of his big pecs, meeting in the
middle to kiss each other again, he let out this soft, almost needful
whimper... so we leaned up and kissed him, for the first time in
years. Soft, but intimate. Taking turns. It took a few rounds of that,
which we didn't mind at all, pressing closer into his sides, until his big
arms snaked round our waists, pulling us close, and he finally parted his
lips to us. Letting us in.

That first time, feeling Dad's tongue slip against mine, searching it out,
sliding past it to explore my mouth with a manly, needy hunger, could've
been enough to make me come. Just the knowledge of what we were doing, much
less his expert tonguework - it was that good. I heard Kyle's muffled,
boyish moan when Dad turned to him and did the same, and I didn't need to
reach over to grope my twin's bulge to know he was throbbing
double-hard. But I did it just the same. And then I leaned in and started
to lick Dad's big meaty pec, latching on to the thick, stiffening flesh of
his nip, and I sucked on it hard. Made him moan into Kyle's eager mouth,
while he clawed at the back of my head. Seemed like me and my bro got our
super-sensitive tits from him. Good to know.

It wasn't long before our shorts dropped to the floor, and there we were,
as he squeezed us in his big, furry arms, looking us over appreciatively,
growling a little at the sight of our big bulges in our underwear. Big and
hard for him. Matching the one he was sporting in his Hanes for us. We did
another round-robin of kissing, and then pushed him down onto the bed, all
smiles and twin hardons and eager eyes as we climbed up to straddle each of
his big thighs, setting to work on his sexy, mature body with our lips and
tongues and fingers.

Together, we explored the terrain of his powerful body, the plush steel of
his mounded pecs, the fur scattered across them, down over the thickness of
his strong belly, squeezing the power of his thighs as we nosed deeper into
the musk of his bush. And then, we took a moment to admire the cock he'd
made us with, that thick length, a little over seven inches, but girthy
like ours. A real satisfier of a cock, crowning two big balls, which we
cupped between us as we leaned in and licked slowly up the veiny girth of
him, drawing a deep moan out of him that trailed off into a whimper as our
tongues lashed the underside of his fat helmet. He was leaking already, and
our lapping tongues shared the taste of him as we half kissed each other,
half lavished his cockhead, before opening wider and taking turns to wrap
our lips and tongues around him. One of us sucked while the other licked
his shaft, and then we traded off, loving the feel of his thick fingers
tangling in our short hair, before moving down over the swell of muscles in
our shoulder and backs.

We could've done that all night, but he tensed up after a while and tugged
us up to him, into his arms for another round of deep, wet, lazy family
kissing.

"God damn," he muttered, leaning in to lick our throats and inhale our
scent. "I can still tell you apart by your smell."

We laughed, and kissed him some more, all three of us feeling one another
up as we pulled in even closer.

"Wade's cock curves more to the right than mine does, Dad," Kyle
murmured. "You should check us both out, and compare."

"Fuck yeah, Dad," I murmured against the skin behind his ear, wrapping my
fist round his mighty dick, feeling him shiver all over. "We're all yours
tonight. Tonight, every night, whenever you want us. So come get us."

"Come get your boys, Daddy," Kyle half-moaned, as we flopped back on the
bed together and Dad rose between us, running his big hands over our
powerful young bodies while we kissed. We'd always loved taking our time
and really feeling on each other, admiring the growing muscle in our hard
young bodies. This was the first time we'd let someone do it with us both,
and we'd had plenty of offers. Somehow, it was even more right that Dad
should have first dibs. We wouldn't have had it any other way.

We opened ourselves up completely to Dad, gave him free reign over our
bodies, and the passion that flowed from him was amazing. He'd always been
a passionate guy - those Italian genes of ours - but he'd never shown it to
us before, not like this, not so sensually. It was good to see the spark
back in his eyes, in his touch, and he lavished it on us completely. Made
us shoot load after load of hot, fresh young cum, on our heaving, sweating
twin muscles, into his mouth, over his thick, sexy body. Shared it all with
him and each other in a series of dripping, plunging kisses.

Around midnight, we took a break, slipping back into our underwear, letting
the cool breeze from the sea dry the sweat and spit and cum on our torsos
as we shared a couple of beers and another round of deep, wet family
kisses. Dad had this look on his face, shaking his head like he couldn't
quite believe his luck, couldn't believe everything that had happened, and
was still to come. But he was smiling at last, really smiling, not just
pretending, and that was the best thing of all. If he wanted to leave it at
that, go no further, well, it would be OK.

But Kyle could always kind of read my thoughts - that twin thing - and he
stepped up, taking the lead as he pulled Dad in for a deep wet dad-son
kiss.

"Glad to see you smiling, Dad," he grinned. "But we just got started. You
know that. And if you think you feel good now..."

"Wait until we get back in bed, Dad," I finished, taking my turn to kiss
him.

"Well shit," he chuckled when we separated, feeling our hands running over
his big, sexy body. "How'm I supposed to pick which one of you to focus on
first?"

Kyle and I looked at each other, grinning, and shrugged.

"Hell, you're a twin too, Dad," I said. "How'd you and Uncle Tony figure it
out?"

Dad tossed his head back and laughed, deep and low and long, just like we
remembered, like he used to so much, and that's when we knew it was all
gonna be a lot better from now on. He took us in his big arms, kissed us
quickly but deeply in turn, and steered us back through the sliding door
into the house.

"I guess it's way too late to stop you two from fucking around," he
chuckled. "So let me show you a trick or two to making it even better."

It was cool. We let him think that's what was happening. But we both knew -
we all knew - that this was about me and Kyle making it better. For him,
and for all of us. And we'd only just begun.