Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2019 22:09:43 +0000 From: gymdad Subject: MANthology: Brandon 1 (Section: gay incest) This work is entirely fictional and features sexual relations between fathers and (often) underaged sons. If this is offensive to you, move on. If this is illegal where you are, or if you are under 18 years of age, proceed with caution. The author neither endorses nor condones any of the actions depicted in this fictional work of fantasy. Copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** Your feedback is greatly appreciated. Please tell me what you think at gymdad@protonmail.com *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different typed of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** BRANDON 1 -------------------------- Junior High can be tough. You're a little fish in a big pond again and many of your friends from grade school get sent elsewhere. That's why I was relieved to see my son Brandon had made fast friends with his classmate, Cameron. He and his dad had apparently moved into the neighborhood not too long ago and whereas Cameron had been over to our house a number of times, I'd never had a chance to meet his dad. On the face of it, Brandon & Cameron were opposites. Brandon and I both have brown hair & brown eyes whereas Cam is a towhead blonde with ice-blue eyes that seem almost feral. Both are lithe and trim but Brandon plays soccer and Cameron is on the diving team. I suppose that's why his skin is tan and even in that little blue speedo. I always see him when I pick Bran up from soccer practice after school by the pool or on the board waiting his next turn. Sometimes he's wiping a Shammy along his tight legs and abs, up to his chest or over his head raising his arms up. If it was a bit windy and the light hit just right, you could see goosebumps and his nipples perk up a bit. If he saw me, he'd smile and wave, which I thought was adorable. He's a good kid. I'm glad Bran found him. That's when I nearly bumped into his dad, Chris, who was watching his boy through the fence as well, like a proud papa. He was maybe mid 30s, with a strong muscled body. His biceps strained at the fabric of his sleeves and his back muscles fanned out into wide shoulders. His shorts looked tailored and he had an ass like a fist. There was a sizable bulge in them, too, and he was either clubbing up a bit, or just supremely gifted as it snaked down his left side a little. `He's clearly no stranger to the gym' I thought as I indulged a vision of him in the locker room in my mind. What's a single gay dad to do? "He's quite the diver." I said, as we both watched him dive, splashless into the water. "Thanks." the man said. "Oh is he yours? You must be Cam's dad." I extended my hand and smiled. "Mitch. Mitch Webb. I'm his friend, Brandon's dad." "OH HEY, MAN! Good to finally meet you. Chris. Chris King and yes, I'm very lucky to call that boy my son." His shake was firm and decisive. "Now that you mention it, the resemblance is obvious. He's a spitting image of you." Light blond hair. Tan with blue eyes. Chris had a generous dusting of chest hair peeking out of his collar and I could envision how Cam was going to end up. A spitting image of his dad. "Likewise," he said as he released my hand. "I can see where Brandon gets his good looks from." I admit, that made me extra proud. Just then, my son Brandon came running up with his backpack and duffel and threw his arms around my waist. I ruffled his hair. "Hey Mr. King!" he said to the man. "YO CAM!" He waved to his friend who stuck his tongue out and flashed some kind of surfer hand sign with his thumb and little finger just before taking one last dive. "Hey can I come by this weekend and hang out?" I'm not sure who Brandon was asking - me or Chris, but I said yes. "Oh man, you BOTH should come by! We'll do a bar-b-cue and enjoy the sun. Saturday? Say, 2?" Brandon and I looked at each other, having a silent conversation. He looked really excited about the idea, so I said "Sure! Sounds good." Just then Cameron - still a bit wet and still wearing just his speedo and carrying his backpack, came up to his dad who greeted him with a peck on the lips. I'd seen people do that before - like Tom Brady and his son - so I guess that was normal. Maybe it wouldn't have seemed... dirty I guess, if Cam had been fully clothed. I didn't kiss Brandon that way. I dunno why. I don't have anything against it, really. I kiss guys on the lips all the time... both mouth and "otherwise". ___________ When we pulled up to Chris & Cam's house, I couldn't help but be impressed with the sizable modern architecture. Neighborhoods in Hollywood are getting dotted with modern mini-mansions which, I admit, I wish I could afford, but on a single dad's income, it's tough. Cam opened the door, in nothing but running shorts. Not surprising for summertime. The house opened up behind him and you could see all the way through to the backyard where I saw Chris walking up in a towel - clearly just out of the pool. I could feel my pulse going up and hoped I wasn't flushed. His pecs and abs were well defined and all his muscles seemed to form a giant arrow pointing to his dick. "Mitch, my man! Welcome!" he called out on his way to the foyer. "Hi Mr. King!" Brandon said, receiving a wink from Chris. "Hey Tiger good to see you again." He got to me and I stuck out my had for a shake, but he just leaned in for a hug. I could feel his wet skin through my T-shirt and I hoped he couldn't feel the bulge in my pants. Cam turned to his dad. "Playstation?" "30 minutes." And with that they were off to another part of the house. Chris led me with his hand on my back into the house. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable. It's not often I get to have other dads over. Something to drink? I make an infamous bloody mary." "Well..." "I insist." he pressured. "OK, just one." "I'll bring it out to you. Get comfy out on the patio." I walked out into the backyard. It wasn't huge but large enough for a patio, pool and some grass. It was lined with tall hedges that blocked the views from nosey neighbors. There was a nice sunning area at the far end of the pool with a couple chaises with rolled up towels, and a large umbrella. Before long, Chris came out with two bloody marys and sat down on the chair across from me. His legs were spread and I could see just a bit up his towel. `don't stare don't stare don't stare' I told myself. I mean, if *I* had that body, I'd be comfortable with myself too. Don't get me wrong - I do all right. I am no stranger to the gym, but being a single dad has its limitations. Was Chris a single dad? I didn't see a wife around. Taking a sip of the drink, I remarked "This is good." "Thanks. It's the secret ingredient." "Which is what?" "Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret." I guess that sounded logical. I changed the subject. "Your place is gorgeous!" I gushed. "Thanks. It's still kinda new and doesn't have that `moved in' feel yet, I think, but it's getting there. Starting to feel like home." "Is it just you and Cam all by yourself here?" "Meh, most of the time. My wife works on cruise ships so she's gone like, six to nine months out of the year." "Must get lonely." I said. Chris laughed. "Not really. Cam and I keep each other company." he said with a wry smile and a stare like a hot knife. We talked a bit, exchanging pleasantries and small talk. What do you do. Where'd you move from. Do you like it here. That sort of thing. Chris was sexy and personable and really drew you in - just like his son. He made me feel strangely at ease - uninhibited and comfortable. I removed my shirt. The pool was glittering like sapphires. "That pool looks perfect." "Come on," Chris said, standing up. "Let's go for a dip. Cool down." "I don't have a suit." I said. "Neither do I." Chris said as he dropped the towel. I felt my face flush and blood rush through my ears. His uncut cock hung down and slightly out, and looked like a meaty 6 inches. A vein snaked across it and his balls hung low in the heat. Above the base, his pupes were trimmed just enough to keep the edges clean and snaked up past that enviable "V" up to his belly button. He turned and walked towards the pool and I watched his tight ass shift and sway like two bulldogs fighting over a toy. Stepping down into the pool, he turned to me. I must've been staring because he chuckled a bit. "Come on, don't be shy. We don't wear suits in this house. Well... unless his mom is here." I hesitated and looked around and behind me into the house. "Oh come on!" Chris protested. "The kids are playing Overwatch or something." Slightly shocked at how comfortable and uninhibited I felt, I got up and started taking my clothes off setting my own cock free. "There we go!" Chris said with a smile, watching me toss my clothes onto the chair and step into the water. I winced a bit at the chill as it crested over my balls before falling into the water completely. I came back up, and wiped the water from my face. "Nice." Chris said to me. We floated around for a bit, chatting about more personal stuff. I was gay. Chris was bi - which worked out well since his wife was gone half the year or more. He worked from home in something financial. Ex-wreslter. My wife left me after I discovered I was gay and moved to another state, so we agreed it would be better if Bran stayed with me rather than uproot him. We talked about how much we love our sons. Bran's my pride and joy - I don't know what I'd do without him. Chris and Cam are two peas in a pod and as close as a dad and son can be. It was beautiful to hear. Chris was just in front of me and started edging closer. He backed me up to the edge and leaned in, pressing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock poke my thigh and felt his hand grasp my own stiff member. I got lost for a second and went on autopilot. I reached out, pinching his nipple which elicited a groan I wanted to hear more of. How was I this uninhibited? It's like I was drunk, but extra horny - which, I mean... with this piece of grade-A corn-fed beef in front of me, who wouldn't be? But I only had one drink. That must've been a strong drink. He did say his bloody mary was infamous. In our own little world, we both grasped at each others' stiff cocks and wrestled tongues in each others' mouths. "OH MY GOD, are you guys boyfriends too, now??" I was broken out of my trance by Brandon's voice as he and Cam stood on the pool's edge. "Brandon!" I exclaimed. "I--" "shh.." Chris hissed. I looked over and Cam already had his shorts off too, standing there in smooth boyish perfection. His tan skin stretched over a slim, but not bony frame. He was toned and just out of boyhood, but barely turning into a man. He was that irresistible cusp that I was ashamed to say, triggered an inner pervy side that I had always kept under control. But he was sexy, no doubt about it. His cock was no longer a little boy's cock, all tucked up into his groin, but starting to descend and grow like fruit on the vine. He looked at me with his ice-blue eyes and winked. I swear, he was like Peter Pan. I was even harder now than I was before. I looked over at Brandon who was peeling his shorts off over his butt. As he bent down and pulled his feet through, his tight ass cheeks spread apart just a bit, giving me a glimpse of his pink rosebud. I hadn't seen that since he was 9 and got poison ivy at camp and I had to put calamine lotion on him. I told myself I needed to make sure his sensitive parts weren't itchy and spread the lotion over his ass cheeks, grasping them in my hands and running my finger up his crack, over his puckered hole, then under his taint and around his compact balls and little boy prick. He had gotten a little stiffy, as was natural if someone handled your junk, but I quickly snapped myself back from the edge. I could NOT let myself go there. Be good! *SPLASH* The boys jumped into the pool, laughing. When they surfaced, Brandon spit out some water and wiped his face before they both attacked us. The boys were climbing all over us, pulling us under or reaching and tickling. I swear I felt a hand or foot graze against my cock, which had not gone down at all. Brandon climbed on my back and I swear I felt his boy prick poking me in the back. No, that must've been his hipbone or something. Before long we threw them off and panted. "OK boys, give the old men a rest." They laughed at that and swam back to the shallow end to play Marco Polo. I watched as their two boy butts breached out of the water and then down like a porpoises - complete with blowholes. I was still smiling. "Let's finish out drinks on the chaise." Chris suggested. "Um... gimme 5." I said. Chris looked at me. I lowered my voice a bit. "I'm still hard." He smirked and looked over at the boys. "...From earlier I mean." "Me too." Chris said, stating the obvious. After a beat he added "Once I get hard, it takes a while to go down. You're the same as me... I guess?" With a wink. "In some ways?" I nodded, not passing up that excuse. We both put out arms up on the side and kicked our bodies back, watching the boys play on the other end of the pool. "I'm glad you came by" Chris said. "Me too..." I was completely surprised. But it was true. This was so unlike me. I have to admit, it felt freeing. In another life, I could've been a nudist, but being a single dad I had to keep up appearances. If for no other reason than I didn't want Brandon letting slip that we go naked at the house and have authorities search my hard drive. I had always kept the perv in check but for some reason right now it felt less of an issue. Chris hoisted himself out of the pool, raising his sculpted ass out of the air, briefly displaying his hole. I did the same, to whistles from the boys. "Oh hush" I said, as I grabbed the rest of my drink and laid a towel out on one of two chaises at the far end of the pool. The sun felt amazing on my body and I leaned back and closed my eyes. I had never felt more free. I could hear the breeze hiss through the hedges and birds chirp in the afternoon sun. The breeze felt good against my naked body as it chilled me a bit. A wave of goosebumps flashed across my body causing my dick to bounce a bit. I opened my eyes to a shock. Brandon and Cameron were in the pool, making out, just like we had done. Cam was hanging on to the edge of the pool and bracing his feet against the side while Brandon had his legs wrapped around his waist and arms over Cam's shoulders. Skinny boys don't float as easily. I was transfixed. Was I hallucinating? I closed my eyes and rubbed them only to open them to the same vision as before. I looked over at Chris to ask him if he was seeing the same thing, but obviously he was as he was leaning back with his hands clasped behind his neck - a crest of pit hair on display. He was ginning and his cock was rock-fucking- hard. "Boys!" I admonished. Chris looked over at me. "What? They said `boyfriends TOO'. You didn't catch that? They're boyfriends. They're doing what boyfriends do." He saw that I was eyeing his dick and he nodded over to mine. "Dude... you're hard too." He smiled and looked me dead in the eye. His voice dropped and he reached over, putting his hand high on my thigh. "Don't worry. It's OK. It's natural. You're in a safe space. Just let go, man." He rubbed it a bit before bringing it back up behind his head. Our two twelve year old boys looked over at us, giggling. I suppose it was good to see my son so happy. Seventh grade was a lonely time for me and I'm glad he had someone he was close to. And I guess figured out he was gay? Or at least bi, I guess. I'll let him figure that out for himself. But I have to admit, it was a site to see my boy so carefree and feeling good. I absentmindedly started playing with my cock for a bit watching the spectacle not ten feet in front of us. I heard Chris moan slightly and looked over at him. He was pinching his nipple and stroking his 8 inch piece of meat. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" He asked. "uh huh." was all I could muster. I can't believe I'm seeing this. I can't believe I'm DOING this. The boys broke from their make out session and swam over to the near edge of the pool. I let go of my dick. Chris was still stroking his as Cameron lifted himself deftly out of the pool, displaying a stiff 4 inch dick. His balls were tucked tight from the chill as he walked over to his dad and laid down on top of him on the chaise. Chris pulled him onto him and he gave him a peck on the lips. "Hey tiger." He said. His father's hands roamed down to Cam's ass cheeks and grasped them firmly while the boy leaned in for another kiss on the lips. But this time he didn't pull away. I saw Chris's mouth open slightly and tongue poke out as he entered his son's mouth. Their lips where locked together in a passionate lover's kiss. I felt Brandon climb on top of me and lay down. He was cold and wet too but I didn't care. I could feel our skin touching from head to toe as I stared into his deep brown eyes. These were the eyes I'd seen every day for the past twelve years and I could get lost in them. He felt so good against my body, I could hardly stand it. My heart was beating so fast and hard that I wondered if he could feel it. "Go on." I heard Chris say. "You're amongst friends here. It's safe." I hesitated. "You want to... I know you do." He continued. "Brandon knows you do too." "I...." I opened my mouth to protest but Brandon with a smirk, seized his opportunity and leaned in, kissing me. I instantly went on autopilot and closed my eyes . I felt a rush of blood through my body. My hands roamed over his smooth back and ass as I tasted the inside of his mouth, letting him into mine. He smelled of salt and sweat but some of his sweet boy smell was still coming through. I could feel him grinding his hard twelve-year old cock into my belly slightly. After I don't know how long, Bran broke the kiss and leaned back staring into my eyes with a smile. "I love you, dad." Hearing my pride and joy say that nearly brought tears to my eyes. "Oh my baby boy, I love you too! So much!" I said before diving back in for another passionate kiss. My hands gripped his ass cheeks, massaging them and pulling them apart while my fingertips grazed his tight little boy hole. Inside my head I heard that voice of reason saying `no no, you were so good this whole time. You never touched him. You can't.' But I didn't care anymore. He was touching ME and it felt so good. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." I heard Chris say. I broke from our kiss and looked over at him. He had a dreamy look on his face and was watching me as his son started moving down towards his feet. Chris spread his legs a bit giving his son room to kneel on the chaise. Cam was on his knees between his father's legs and bent down raising his tan little ass in the air. "Have you ever felt your boy's mouth on your cock, Mitch?" Cam grasped his father's dick firmly at the base and angled it up towards his mouth, slowly. He gave the swollen head of his father's cock a few teasing licks. A thin strand of precum stretched between the slit and his mouth, catching the sun, before he opened wide and sank his mouth over the cock that made him. He took the whole 8 inches into his mouth in one go as his father groaned in pleasure. Chris closed his eyes and tilted his head back in ecstasy as his little boy sucked on his thick uncut stick. "Oooohhh ---- I tell ya, Mitch, there's ---- ahhhhhhh ---- nothing like it." he said as I watched cam's head slowly retract up the length of the shaft. It filled his mouth. The boy's lips were stretched over his father's fat manhood and he slowly bobbed up and down. I felt like my heart was on fire. Cam was clearly no stranger to sucking his father's cock. How long had he been doing it? Who else has he sucked off? My mind was racing as I felt Brandon edging down my body like his friend had done. Instinctively I spread my knees, placing my feet on the ground on either side of the chaise. I couldn't believe I was letting my boy do this. That drink had made me so horny and uninhibited. He got down to my cock and looked deep into my eyes like a puppy as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft. I moaned. "You... you don't have to do this, Bran..." I said quietly, hoping he didn't hear me. "I want to, dad." he replied, with obvious sincerity in his voice. He paused. "Don't you want me to as well?" "Oh fuck yeah, son. So bad." Brandon smiled. "Me too." he said. In front of me was my son's ass high in the air as he placed his lips over my piss slit, kissing the throbbing head of his daddy's cock. I felt like I could cum right then and there but I pulled myself back from the edge. As my son's mouth stretched over my dick as best it could I felt an electric shock run across my body like all my nerves were screaming in pleasure. He struggled to get my cock in his mouth. Clearly he wasn't as experienced as Cameron was - how could he be? I winced a bit at some teeth but didn't say anything. I didn't want to break the moment. "Fuck yeah." Chris groaned next to me. "That's a sight to see." And it was, I had to admit. Two fathers lying naked, outdoors, as their twelve-year old boys both sucked on their cocks. I was afraid this all might just be a dream. If it was I didn't want it to end. Chris reached over and squeezed my nipple with this right hand, drawing a low moan out of me. "What could be more natural that a father and his son sharing the kind of love only men understand?" He said. I had to agree... this felt natural even if society told me it was UNnatural. I didn't care. Here in this moment, between the four of us, this was right. This was pure. As my son sucked on my cock I could feel my orgasm building. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't and my balls tightened up like a snake coiling before the strike. "Oh god..." I groaned. Brandon seemed to know what this meant and he gripped my shaft tighter. My cock pulsed as it shot load after load into my son's mouth. He did the best he could to contain it and swallow it but some leaked out his mouth and dripped down his chin. The blood rushed to my ears and everything went fuzzy for a second from such an intense orgasm, as Brandon crawled back up towards me and knelt on either side of my hips. He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss, driving his cum-covered tongue deep into my mouth. The taste of my jizz was very familiar to me but sharing it back and forth with my own boy felt unbelievable. I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I pulled him harder to my mouth. I could feel myself starting to let loose and I was afraid. What if I can't stop myself from fucking my son the way I like to fuck? What if I can't go back to the way things were? What if I don't have to? What if this is what he wants? I could I deny my own boy something so important to him? I knew once I let the perv out of the cage there was no putting him back in. I felt Brandon moan into my mouth and I opened my eyes to see Cameron's face pressed against my boy's hole as I gripped his ass cheeks. I broke the kiss and Bran's head tilted back as he moaned in ecstasy. I looked over and Chris was watching the spectacle, stroking his cock slowly. My own cock was slightly deflated after the orgasm but was quickly coming back to life with the scene unfolding before me. "Yeah, Cam..." I head myself groan. "Eat my boy's ass out..." Did I just say that out load? Cam moaned into my boy's ass and he tongue fucked him in front of me. Chris got up off the chaise and stood by my head with this big shiny cock jutting directly out. I looked up at him in reverence as he gently placed his palm against the back of my head and pulled me onto his dick. I gladly opened wide and took his huge member into my mouth. I could taste his precum as I swirled my tongue around the plump head in my mouth, desperately trying to suck more of it out. "Oh fuuuuuuck...." Chris groaned quietly, in a cross between a growl and a purr. It encouraged me to dive deeper onto his massive cock and I relaxed my throat sinking all the way down to the base. His trimmed pubes tickled my nose as I slid my tongue back and forth across the shaft. I looked up at Chris as my eyes watered. His head was titled back and he had a nipple pinched in each hand, twisting them back and forth gently. I finally had to pull back for some air. As Brandon's hole was getting tongued, my son leaned forward a bit and started licking Chris's cock like a lollipop. Watching my boy enjoying a man's cock -- ANY man's cock -- made me so fucking proud. Like father like son. Maybe being a cockslut is genetic? It was beautiful. I leaned in and started running my mouth up and down the shaft with Brandon on the other side. As Brandon and I kissed and sucked Chris' cock, he started moaning and gently thrusting forward. "Oh man that's hot." He said, watching us. "Dad and son on my cock." I had to agree. Behind Brandon, Cameron stood up and aimed his cock at the hole he'd been eating. It was slick and wet. I felt Brandon's body move forward a bit as Cam slowly penetrated. Brandon moaned against the cock he was worshipping. A steady, gentle rhythm formed as Cam slid in and out of boy boy's ass. I can't believe I'm sharing a cock with my twelve year old son as he's getting spit roasted right on top of me! I licked my hand and reached down underneath him, grabbing for his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it, letting it slide back and forth through my hand as Cameron rocked him back and forth on his cock. Brandon was lost in the sensation. I was filled with such pride and love watching my boy - the boy I'd raised, get such pleasure from being fucked. `He really does take after me.' I thought. My son looked forward and leaned into me with a kiss. I could hear the slick sounds of Chris stroking his cock right next to my head as I laid on the chaise, with my son on his hands and knees above me, getting fucked while we kissed. I wanted to etch this moment into my memory. I never wanted to forget it. I could feel the pace quicken and saw Cam's head tilt back, eyes closed and lips puckered in a silent "oooh." He scrunched up his face as he moaned before jamming into Brandon one last time. He convulsed as he gripped my son's hips and came in his ass. Just then I heard Chris moan as his cock fired ropes of cum past me, landing on Brandon's back and face. The last few only hit my chest and shoulders as he shook his dick slightly. Brandon leaned forward cleaning the cum of Chis's cock before returning to me and kissing me with semen dripping off his mouth and chin. I must've been precumming too as I felt Cameron's fingers swirl around my piss slit with a slickness before he licked it up. Just then I felt a coolness hit my cock and a hand spread what felt like lube across it. It was slick and unmistakable. Where'd Cameron pull THAT from? Was it underneath the chaise or something? Do they always have it out here or did they PLAN this? At this point I didn't care as the sensation of the boy gripping and stroking my cock sent me into another world. I moaned against the cock we were both sucking until Brandon pulled back. Cam let go of my dick and it slapped against my belly as Brandon sat back against it, like a railing. My hard cock was now running the length of his ass crack as he slowly rocked forwards and backwards on it like he was straddling a surf board. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. "There's no hole like your boy's hole." Chris said. "Being inside the boy you made... filling him with the seed that made him. It's magic. There's no way to be closer to one another that inside one another." Chris was like the devil on my shoulder but he made sense. "But.." I was worried. I didn't want to hurt Brandon. Was he ready for this? Taking Cameron's cock is one thing, but taking a man's cock - MY cock, which isn't exactly `starter size' is a whole different matter. "I got him warmed up for you, Mr. Webb." Cam said, proudly. "Brandon's been looking forward to this for a while." Brandon rose to his knees, towards Chris who reached into a rolled up towel, grabbing a small bottle and holding it up to my son's nose. Brandon inhaled deeply in each nostril as the unmistakable smell of poppers hit my nostrils. Cam grabbed my lubed cock and aimed it towards Brandon's hole. As I felt my cock head poke against his opening, he shifted and wiggled, finding the right angle before slowly pressing down. "That's it, Tiger." Chris said. "Just relax. Push out a little." Brandon did as he was told and I felt the head of my cock pop into his hole. I moaned. Brandon winced a little and paused before taking a few deep breaths. I could feel him tightening and loosening around my shaft as he focused on the volume of my cock. He leaned forwards a little bit and sank down slowly, groaning as he went. I felt the slickness of the load already in his hole. It was making it easier for Brandon to take it. I could feel Cameron playing with my balls as my son bottomed out on my cock -- on the cock he owed his life to. Chris was right. I never felt closer to Brandon than in this moment. For a split second we were one person again, sharing the intimate energy coursing through our bodies. As he leaned down and kissed me passionately, he started to rock back and forth on my meat, getting used to the thickness in his hole. "That's it, Mitch. Fuck your boy. Slide your daddy cock in and out of him. Make him feel how much you love him." I moaned against my son's mouth and started pawing at his back. I was losing control. I brought my heals up to the chaise and raise my pelvis up, thrusting hard into Brandon as he gasped. I pulled back and lowered again. "You OK, baby?" "yeah, dad.." he said wearily. "... soooo goooood...." We stared into each other's eyes as my cock slowly slid in and out of him again. The love we felt for each other was indelible and electric. He was my world and I was his. With my feet now resting on the chaise and my knees up, I felt a tongue flick against my hole. Cam and his dad had traded places and Chris had his mouth on my anus. I could feel his stubble scratch against the tender skin and I loved it. Cam straddled my chest, facing Brandon who took his cock into his mouth. He was getting spitroasted again, like a good little cock slut. It was a good thing I came not 10 minutes ago, or I'd've shot immediately. I was grateful I could enjoy this longer. I closed my eyes and let the sensation take me into a different realm. It was incredible. I felt like I was floating, like all my nerves were celebrating. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I moaned incoherently. I felt Chris grasp my ankles and raise them up. Instinctively I went with it, scooting down a bit. I looked up at Brandon sucking Cameron's boy cock as I felt Chris press into me like so many men have since I was nearly Brandon's age. I groaned as I felt Chris's fat 8 inches sink deep into my hole. Once inside, he held for a second before pulling slowly out. He went in again, harder this time. And again. He slammed into my hole, sending me deeper into Brandon. We held that pace for a bit, Chris pounding in, and sending me thrusting into my son. Cameron stepped to the side and walked around to his dad who was busy working my ass. He stood behind him, twisting his nipples for him. Chris craned his neck back to kiss his son as he fucked my hole. Brandon's eyes were magnetized to mine as we shared the intimate knowledge that we were both coming to the edge. I began to breathe faster. "Baby, I'm gonna cum soon." "Fuck yeah, dad. Shoot inside me." "You sure, Bran?" "Yeah dad. I've never wanted something so fucking much. I want your cum filling me up. I've wanted it for so long." "Me too, son." And I hit the peak, sending jets of sperm into his hole. Pulse after pulse hitting him deep as he moaned in ecstasy. My hole spasmed, sending Chris over the edge too as I heard him cry out and felt his cum shoot inside me. We both rode that wave for a bit, moaning and writhing as the pleasure coursed through our bodies. I had seeded my son with the seed that made him. There was no going back and I felt so free. Brandon pulled off my cock slowly, and turned around, lying on his back, on top of me. I held him tight and kissed his head tenderly. "That was beautiful, baby boy. Thank you. I love you so much." "I love you too dad." We both caught our breath. I held my son's body on top of mine, his head resting on my chest. I ran my hands up and down his sweaty body savoring every bit of it. I reached for his cock which was still hard and grasped it in my hand. Cameron crawled on top of us both, on his hands and knees, pressing his body agains Brandon's. Cock to cock. Mouth to mouth. The kissed each other passionately as I grasped them both in my hand and stroked. Chris stood up, still hard as a rock and took hold of his son's hips. In one smooth, fluid motion, he sank slowly into his boy's hole, eliciting moans from them both. I could feel Brandon's hole leaking cum as it trickled down my balls. As Chris pumped back and forth into his son, our boy's cocks were pistoning in my hand. Just then, Chris stopped for a second, and reached down to grab my cock, angling it back up towards Brandon's cum-filled hole. He was still loosened up and Chris popped it in with relative ease before resuming. "Come on, Mitch. Let's fuck our boys together." He said. With one hand holding Brandon steady on my body, and the other grasping the boy's cocks, I started pumping my pelvis in and out of Brandon again as they kissed above me. Chris and I got into a rhythm like pistons on an engine working in and out alternately as I felt the boy's cocks sliding back and forth in my hand. I felt so connected to them all. It was like we were a family. Inside my son, I could feel the walls of his rectum as he moaned and groaned. My cock head poked against the second hole deep within him and I felt it pop through. My son let out a gasp but there was no turning back. I was deep into my son now and I was gonna feel every inch of his insides. I worked that opening back and forth slightly, letting my flared cock head pop in and out of it. Brandon's body started to tense and both boys groaned as cum shot into my hand. I felt my son's sphincter spasm on my cock, gripping it and sending me over the edge and I let loose for the third time today. I felt my cock still pulsing in Brandon as Chris cried out. He pulled out of his son, and aimed his cock at his hole, shooting onto it. He let another stream hit Brandon's hole and my cock as I was slowly moving in and out of him. Before he was finished shooting, he plunged back into his son. Cameron groaned loudly as I could feel the semen drip down my balls and collect with the rest of it on the chaise between my legs. No doubt I had slid some of Chris's cum into my son as well with my cock just now. Chris pulled out and immediately knelt down, eating his load out of his son's ass. Cameron raised himself up and craned around as his father gripped his muscled forearm around him, pulling his boy into him. He leaned down and kissed his son, passing his load back and forth. The same load had now entered his son from both ends. Cameron walked himself back and forth to the end of the chaise and off of us, letting Brandon get up. My son turned around and instantly bent down licking the remains of the dripping cum - Chris's, mine, his, and Cam's probably - off of my cock and balls. This gave Cameron the opportunity to eat my load out of Brandon's hole, to soft encouragements from his papa Once the euphoria had evaporated a bit, we all sank down onto the chaises and caught our breath. In a low voice, Chris said "Welcome to the club, Mitch." All I could do was chuckle. I was in heaven.