Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2020 23:44:29 -0600 From: Jay Hooks Subject: My Birthday Present Chapter 2 My Birthday Present Chapter 2 What! The! Actual! Fuck! My eyes fill with tears when I look at Quentin and say, "I thought you said I was yours." Not waiting for a response from either, I turn and run upstairs. I go into the bathroom, the only room up here with a lock on the door, and slam the door shut. I lock it and sit heavily on the toilet lid. I start going through everything that happened and what all was said last night. It all adds up rather quickly. The last person Quentin had sex with, who I couldn't ask about, was right before he left for school when he never left the house. He must have had sex with Dad. Then I remember he was able to take my girth with hardly any prep. That means he must've lied about the last time he had sex. He wouldn't have been able to take me if he's normally as tight as he claimed to be. My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on the bathroom door. I hear Quentin say, "Baby bro, please open the door and talk to me." "When was the last time before me you had sex?" I ask in a barely restrained voice, ignoring his request to open the door. "Please, just open the door and..." "No! When was the last time before me you had sex?" I ask again, this time letting some of the anger slip in my voice. I can barely hear him respond through the door, "Please don't make me answer that. Let me explain before I answer." "Goddammit, Quentin! Answer my fucking question. When was the last time before me you had sex?" "Last night when I got here." I laugh bitterly, "Who was it with?" "Come on, Hayden. Just..." "Who the fuck was it with, Quentin?" "Hayden, please." "Fucking answer me!" "Dad! Okay? It was Dad! He fucked me when I got here before I came up here. Are you happy now?" "Fuck off, Quentin. You fucking lied to me. Just go back to school; I don't want to see you." The next voice I hear is my father's when he says, "Open this goddamn-mother-fucking-door now, son. I promise you; I will break it down. We all need to talk." "Fuck you! I don't want to talk to either of y'all! Just leave me the fuck alone." The door flies inward and I'm scared as fucking hell when I see my dad standing in the frame. Physically, Quentin could pass as a younger clone of our dad. He's the same height as Quentin; however, Dad's not as defined muscularly. He keeps himself in shape, but he lacks the definition of a college athlete. No matter how scared I am, I can't stop my tears. I feel betrayed and like I was lied to and like I was cheated on. But I can't tell who I'm angrier at, my dad or Quentin. When Dad sees me sitting on the toilet lid crying, he immediately stops. His face softens and he rushes to kneel in front of me. I know I'm somewhat pissed at this man, but I can't stop myself when I launch myself into his arms. I hug him tightly and cry on his shoulder. He effortlessly picks me up and carries me to my room. He sits down on my bed and places me between his legs. He holds me close to him and whispers, "Shhh...it'll be okay baby boy. Just cry it out, then we'll talk." My tears finally stop falling and I pull my face away from my dad's chest. I look around the room and see Quentin sitting on the floor in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. He's sobbing and sounds like he can barely breathe. My dad gets my attention by saying, "How's my baby boy doing? You willing to talk now?" I want to be petulant and say no and throw a temper tantrum, but I nod my head and say in a hoarse voice, "I guess. Doesn't sound like I have much choice." Quentin hears my voice, snaps his head up, and looks towards me. My twenty-one-year-old jock brother literally crawls over to me and stays on his knees when he looks up at me and says, "I'm so fucking sorry baby bro. Please, you have to forgive me. I...we wanted to surprise you and I was going to tell you about Dad and me, but last night everything felt so amazing and I never found the chance to tell you. Then I was going to tell you before breakfast, but Dad told us we had to get downstairs. So, then I was going to tell you when we got down there. Only Dad pulled me into a hug and kissed me, thinking I already told you, because that was the plan. You were supposed to know by the time we got down there, so we could give you the rest of your birthday present. I swear to everything I can, I didn't intend to hurt you. I only lied because we decided it would be easier for you to accept me, you, and Dad being together after you and I were together. And we were going to leave it up to you to decide. Well, decide if you were going to join Dad and me. I would've either split my time between you both or if you made me choose between y'all, Dad knew I would've chosen you. I love Dad so much, but I'm in love with you. I've loved you since the day you were born, but you've had my heart since you were fourteen." I look from Quentin to Dad and back again. I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin. So, I start with the simplest. "Dad, since when did you sleep with guys?" Dad smiles at me and says, "Well, the first guy I slept with was your Uncle Keith. Then with your Uncle Austin. I still have sex with both whenever I can." My jaw drops and I'm shocked. Uncle Keith is Dad's older brother and Uncle Austin is Dad's younger brother. Keith is forty-six and a retired pro football player and Austin is a coach at the school I go to and is thirty-six. The thing is, they live together. When Keith retired from playing football ten years ago, Austin had been a coach for I think three years. Keith decided to move back here to his hometown and bought a huge house. He wasn't married, so he lived alone. Austin was married to his now ex-wife Sherry. After the divorce, Sherry got the house and everything, so Keith told Austin to move in with him. He's lived there ever since. I finally stammer out, "What about when Mom was still alive?" My mom died giving birth to me, so I never knew her. Quentin has a few vague memories of her that he's shared with me. After Mom died, Dad never dated again as far as Quentin and I know. Dad smiles, "Your mother was and will always be the only woman I ever loved, but she knew I was really, really into guys. In fact, she liked to watch me either fuck a guy or get fucked every chance she got. She even knew about Keith and Austin. Your mother believed as long as I didn't sleep with another woman, I wasn't cheating on her. I also believed as long as she didn't sleep with another man, she wasn't cheating on me. Your mother was a very open-minded person. I wish you had had the chance to know her." This is a lot of information to process, so I sit for a few moments and gather my thoughts. Finally, I ask, "When did y'all first sleep together and how did it start?" Dad looks at Quentin and raises his eyebrow in a "go ahead, this is your story" kind of way and Quentin nods. He takes a deep breath and begins, "The first guy I ever had sex with was Patton when we were fourteen years old. That's why he spent the night over here so much and we never let you sleep in my room with us while he was here. At first, it was experimenting, just exploring each other's bodies. Then, we found online porn and decided to try what we saw. One night, I guess we were being extra loud, because Dad came upstairs and burst into my room." "I thought someone was getting hurt. I swear, I could've probably heard y'all from my room. But I was in the kitchen getting something to drink and heard noises, so I went to make sure my sixteen-year-old son and his best friend were okay," Dad interrupts. "So, Dad bursts in and sees me fucking Patton hard. I can still see the smile on his face when he said, `Sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt. Just make sure to keep it down, remember Hayden is asleep right next door.' He then backed out of the room and closed the door. Well, about three months after that is when Patton and his family moved. "So, Dad knew I liked guys already. Then, when you were fourteen and I was seventeen, I noticed immediately when you started thinking about me differently. At first, I thought you found out I was bisexual and didn't want anything to do with me. Then, I started noticing how you would look at me when you didn't think anyone would notice. I thought you either hated me or you were checking me out, but I had to know for sure, so I decided to ask Dad his opinion." Dad interjects, "You weren't subtle at all, baby boy. Everyone noticed. At least me, Keith, Austin, and Quentin did. And when we would go swimming at Keith and Austin's, your board shorts never hid the hard-ons very well, since you carry the Prescott curse. We all have plenty to hide in our shorts." Quentin rolls his eyes and continues, "Anyways, as I was saying. You started acting differently and I noticed you checking me out. Or, at least at the time I thought you might be checking me out, so I went to Dad for his opinion. However, the day I decided to ask for help, he was over at Keith and Austin's `watching the game.' I decided to head over without calling and when I got there, I just walked in, because that's what we've always done at Keith and Austin's. Now I understand why they always said to make sure to call first. "I walked in and thought I would find them in the theatre room, but it was empty, and the projector was off. So, I checked outside by the pool, but nobody was there either. I went back inside and headed upstairs. About halfway up the stairs, I heard the obvious sounds of people having sex. I snuck to the master bedroom door and was shocked when I looked in and saw Keith getting fucked by Austin and he was getting fucked by Dad. "Dad happened to be looking right at the doorway when I looked in, so he immediately saw me. I'm standing there frozen, trying to process what I was looking at. Well, Dad and I made eye contact and he didn't stop or say anything. He started fucking Austin faster and harder. I was so turned on; I didn't even notice I was rubbing my already hard cock through my shorts. Keith yelled that he was about to cum and when he did, that triggered Austin's orgasm which triggered Dad's. As they were all coming down, Dad winked at me and nodded for me to leave before the other two noticed me. I went downstairs and headed home. About five minutes after I left, Dad called me and said we'll talk when he gets home and that he was leaving right then." Dad takes over the story by saying, "I decided not to tell Keith and Austin we were busted, I didn't want them to try to get Quentin to join us, which they would've. Instead I pretended like I missed a text from Quentin and told them I had to head home because he wanted to talk to me. When I got home, Quentin was sitting in the living room on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees and his right leg bouncing like he does when he's nervous. I looked at him and told him I was going to take a shower and to meet me in my room in ten minutes. I was in the shower less than five minutes before he came into the bathroom and started pacing. I was purposefully ignoring him, which made him more nervous. I finally put him out of his misery and asked if he had any questions about what he saw. He laughed a little maniacally and said, `Oh, I have a hundred questions about what I saw.'" Quentin takes over again, "When Dad and I made eye contact, I could tell he was turned on by me being there. And he saw me stroking my cock through my shorts, so he knew I was turned on too. So, I decided to say fuck it and call him out and the first thing I asked was, `Did it turn you on when you noticed me watching y'all?' Dad got out of the shower and took his time drying off. While he was drying his cock, he said, `Yeah it turned me on knowing my son was watching me fuck my baby brother, why? I could tell you liked it too.' I told him I did enjoy it, but I needed to talk about something else. After he was dry, he went and sat on his bed with his back against the headboard completely naked. He told me to go ahead and ask whatever I wanted to know. I sat on the edge of the bed and faced him. I finally blurted out, `I think Hayden wants me or he hates me. I can't tell which one. But I know I want him. I think I'm falling in love with him or something because all I want to do is hold him and protect him from everything.' Dad laughed and said, `And fuck him.' I was a little shocked to hear him say that out loud, but I nodded my head. He told me neither one of us was good at hiding what we felt for the other. He also told me I needed to wait before I made any move on you." Dad hugs me and continues, "I told him he needed to give you time to discover who you are and who you want to be and who you want to be with. You were too young then. He's the one who decided to wait till you're eighteen. But anyways, back to that night. I made Quentin tell me everything he was thinking. I was sitting there naked as the day I was born and I noticed Quentin couldn't take his eyes off my cock. So, I let him look all he wanted while he asked me question after question." Quentin speaks again, "Well, first, Dad asked me how long I thought I was going to give you. I told him I didn't know, but I wanted you to be able to have some fun and learn what you needed to learn and then see if I was still what you wanted. I decided to wait till you were eighteen after Dad asked me if I thought I would've been ready two years earlier when I was fifteen and I told him no. He then asked if I would've been ready the previous year at sixteen and, again, I said no. Finally, he asked me if I would've been ready then at the age of seventeen (almost eighteen), and I said yes. "Now, the whole time Dad was asking me these questions, he was casually playing with his cock. He wasn't hard, but he was on the rise. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I mean, come on Hayden, look at him. He's fucking hot. I had just seen him fucking his own brother barely an hour earlier, and he was sitting there in front of me stark naked. I love him and I wanted to show him how much. I moved to grab his cock, but he stopped me. He said, `Uh-uh. If you want this, lose your clothes. Otherwise, go on and let me jack off." While Quentin and Dad tell me this story, I am sitting between Dad's legs and being held by him. I can feel his hard cock behind me. I move my ass and nestle his hardness in the trench of my crack. He places a soft kiss on my neck and says, "He was naked and in bed next to me faster than I thought possible." I lean back into him and bend my neck, giving my dad more skin to kiss. I feel someone's hands rubbing my legs and lips suddenly kissing my lower thigh. I look down to see Quentin tentatively smiling up at me with a questioningly expression. Dad's hands are rubbing my chest and stomach and he whispers, "Do you want this, baby boy? We'll stop if you want us to." I turn my face towards the man behind me and look into his eyes; eyes that look like the ones I was staring into last night, ones that stare back at me when I look in the mirror. After a few moments, I place my lips against his. It's not like I haven't ever considered doing this with my dad, but I was so focused on my Quentin fantasies, I never thought about anyone else really. I will admit I've always thought Dad was fucking sexy. I just didn't think he would ever be into guys. Now that I'm looking at Dad, I realize he's a more mature looking version of Quentin. I don't know why I never noticed how similar they really are. I turn, straddle my dad, and kiss him hard. I'm so lost in the kiss I forget Quentin is still in the room. I grab at my dad's shirt and urge it up. We break the kiss long enough for both of us to remove our shirts. As soon as they're gone, I smash my mouth against his again. I run my hands over my dad's chest and down his stomach to the waist of his shorts. Once there, I grab the cloth covered shaft hidden inside. Fuck! Dad is just as hung as Quentin and myself, and he feels like he's almost as thick as me. As soon as I feel his cock, I gasp into our kiss. When I feel his hand on my own cock, I break the kiss and rest my head on Dad's shoulder. I'm brought back to reality when I hear, "Fuck! Y'all look fucking hot as fuck together," from behind me. Quentin. I can't believe I forgot he is in here with us. Dad pulls back from the kiss and asks, "Do you want Quentin to leave, watch, or join in? It's up to you baby boy. Or I'll leave the two of y'all and you can enjoy your time with him. I know you're pissed at him for lying, but I also know you've been in love with him for the past four years and he's loved you back and waited for you to be ready." "I want you right now. He can watch and maybe join in in a little bit. But I can't believe I never noticed how fucking hot you are, Dad." Dad smiles at me and says, "Just because you had blinders on for Quentin. I can see why. Your brother is one hot jock ass. But you know what else? His little brother is just as fucking hot. I want to show you how beautiful you are baby boy. Will you let me?" As he's saying this to me, we're both stroking the other's tented shorts. I shuffle down and position myself so I'm lying on the bed between his legs on my stomach. Without breaking eye contact, I tug on the legs of his shorts. With a shit-eating grin he raises his ass off the bed and allows me to take his shorts off. Before I can place my lips on his cock he says, "Nope. If you think I'm going to sit here on this bed butt-ass naked and let you have all the fun, you're fucking wrong. Off with the shorts, turn around, and lay on top of me." I hurry to obey and next thing I hear is, "Fuck baby boy. You're thicker than your uncles and your old man. I'm impressed." I think my eyes roll back in my head when I feel his lips wrap around the head of my cock. The sensation of my cock in my dad's mouth is amazing. However, that amazingness is taken away when he pulls off my cock and asks, "Are you going to work on your old man's dick or are you going to just moan and groan all morning?" Before I can respond, Quentin says, "Baby bro, either suck or get out of the way and let me have it." I cut my eyes towards Quentin and glare at him as I engulf as much of Dad's cock as I can get in my throat. Then, I continue glaring as I swallow more." My heart almost breaks when his eyes tear up and he mouths, "I'm sorry. I love you," and I know I've already forgiven him. I try to say, "I love you too," with my eyes. I think I'm successful because his eyes soften and a smile that can charm the pants off anyone breaks across his face. Dad's moan vibrating my cock brings me back to the task at hand, or well mouth. The feeling of my dad's mouth on my cock is...wow! Just, wow! After a few moments of us enjoying the oral talents of the other, I pull back to catch my breath. "If you keep that up, I'm going to get off really soon," I warn Dad. Dad removes his mouth from my dick, and I roll off him and turn so I'm sitting with my back against the headboard. I look to my right and see Quentin sitting on my bed completely naked, jacking off and fingering his hole. "Y'all look fucking hot together. I'd be happy to just watch you two and jack off. It's up to you baby bro," he says with that killer smile and a hopeful gleam in his eyes. I lean over and place a soft kiss on is lips and tell him, "Part of me wants to torture you and make you watch; while the other part wants to feel one of you in me while I'm in the other." Both Quentin and Dad moan when they hear me say this and I know what my choice is. So, I ask, "Who wants to fuck me and who wants to get fucked?" with a wide grin on my face. Dad lets out a chuckle while Quentin says, "Oh, I want that monster dick in me." Dad follows up with, "As long as you promise me, you'll fuck me next time baby boy." Wow! I'm not sure if I'm more shocked that there will be a next time or the fact my dad wants me to fuck him. I can barely think straight, so I just nod enthusiastically. Quentin grabs the lube from the bedside table, squirts some into his hand, then hands the bottle to me. "Lube up baby bro, then let Dad stretch you." Soon, I'm stroking lube onto my cock while I watch Quentin finger himself and my dad does the same to me. After a few minutes of prepping, I ask, "So, how do we want to do this? Quentin on his back at the edge of the bed while I stand up fucking him and Dad behind me? Or all of us on the bed laying on our sides?" Dad answers, "Let's stay on the bed. Why don't you go ahead and get started with Quentin?" as he grabs my dick at the base. He continues, "Quentin, go ahead and lay down on your back; Hayden, get between his legs. I'll guide you in." And that's exactly what we do. My dad holds my cock as I slowly slide my way into Quentin. Once I'm in, Dad places a hand at the small of my back and tells me to lean forward. Next, I feel my dad's hard length sliding along the crevice of my ass. He teases the hole every time he passes. Finally, I feel the head of his cock catch my hole and he slowly starts to sink in me. After he's all the way in, he rests most of his weight on my back, causing me to push farther inside Quentin. When Quentin lets out a moan, I hear Dad chuckle by my ear. He whispers, "I'm going to pull out some. Once I'm out enough, start fucking Quentin. You will be doing most of the work here. Fuck yourself back into me then fuck into your brother's hot jock ass. Are you ready baby boy?" My response is to gasp out, "Oh gods, yes! You feel amazing in me, Dad; and you feel amazing on me Quentin. I love you both." Quentin grabs me by my neck and pulls me down into a searing kiss. While we are devouring the other's mouth, I feel Dad pulling out of me. He pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the head of his cock in me and tells me, "Get to work, son. Make your brother and dad feel good," with a smack to my ass. I look back over my shoulder with a shit-eating grin and say, "That will literally be my pleasure." Dad chuckles again and says, "Well then, get to it. Fuck yourself on your daddy's cock." I have to stop myself from laughing when I hear Dad call himself my daddy. I give Quentin a questioning look and he just nods, smiles, and says, "Yeah Daddy, fuck my baby bro's ass. Make him cum in me with your cock." Something about that sentence flips a switch in me and suddenly I find myself fucking into Quentin harder and faster than I've ever fucked anyone before. That means that I'm also fucking myself on my dad's cock just as hard and fast. Oh! My! Fucking! God! This is beyond heaven. I can hear Quentin moaning and breathing hard under me and I can hear my dad behind me making similar noises. At one point, I think I hear myself saying, "Fuck, Quentin! I fucking love this hot-jock-ass! How do you like your little brother's bigger dick fucking your ass?" and then, "Oh, fuck yeah Daddy! Fuck your baby boy's ass! You like it, don't you?" I then look down and make eye contact with Quentin, smile so he knows I'm joking, and say, "I'm not sure you didn't tell me about you and dad because you just wanted to keep his dick for yourself. I don't blame you. If I had gotten it first, I probably would've considered keeping it to myself for as long as I could. Same with this ass I'm fucking, Dad. I can see why you didn't want to share it with me before." Quentin says, "Your cock, baby bro, feels fucking amazing. You are the best. I love you! Oh, fuck baby bro! I fucking love you!" At the same time Dad says, "This ass was made to be fucked. How can you be so skinny, but still have a fucking ass like this? I love you baby boy." And I say, "Oh, Jesus-fucking-Christ this feels amazing. I love you both so much. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Oh, fuck me Dad. I'm fucking close! Oh, god, Quentin. Fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" As soon as Quentin hears that, it triggers his orgasm. My ass clenching on my dad's cock when I cum makes him shoot off. We're all trying to catch our breath; only, I'm having a problem since I'm sandwiched between two muscle-bound bodies. "Guys," I sound like I just ran ten miles, "I can't fucking breathe. Dad, I love you, but get the hell off me." He chuckles and says, "I just got off in you, isn't that enough? Sorry, baby boy. Bad joke," and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I feel the pressure release as he backs away from me. A few moments later, I feel him slip out of me and I groan at the loss. I look down at the blissed-out expression on Quentin's face and smile at him. I place a soft kiss on his lips, and he wraps his arms around me tighter. I say, "Quentin, Bubba, you gotta let me go. I need to clean up and so do you or we're going to get stuck together." His grip tightens and he says, "But you feel too good to let go. I'm so fucking sorry I lied to you and hurt you. That was the last thing I ever wanted to do. Thank you for letting me join in with y'all." He finishes by placing a soft kiss on my lips. Before we get a chance to deepen the kiss, we're interrupted by Dad throwing a wet rag at us and telling us to get cleaned up. Once we're clean, we head downstairs to find Dad reheating breakfast, which is really just some cinnamon rolls since they're my favorite. While we eat, I ask, "So, what are the plans for today?" Dad answers with, "I thought we could maybe go over to Keith and Austin's and go swimming or whatever. Your cousins are there, so you can see them." There you go guys. Hope y'all enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to email me and let me know what you think. I'm not sure how many chapters this story is going to end up being, but Chapter 3 is almost finished being written. 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