Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2018 18:23:00 +0100
From: Pho?nix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend and My Two Dads: Chapter 3 (Category: Incest)

"Never have I ever... gotten a lap dance by a stripper," Michael said.

Three fingers in the room went down.

"You asshole," Jacob said, taking a sip. "He only said that cuz he knew I
went to a strip club over fall break."

"Mia, I can't believe you've gotten a lap dance!" Sarah said.

"It was at my sister's bachelorette party," Mia said after taking her sip.
"Her friends basically forced me to. He wasn't even that cute."

"How bout you, Eric?" Michael asked. "Was it a guy or a girl?"

"A guy, duh," Eric sipped and said. "My dads got him for my 18th birthday."

All six other people in the room gasped.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up," Michael backtracked. "Your DADS got you a
stripper?!"

"It was like a silly joke," Eric explained while everyone laughed. "It's a
guy they know, he does a bunch of their friends' parties."

"What was he like?" Sarah asked.

"He was really hot! This Brazilian guy, probably round 35. Great body! But
not like I could take him seriously with my parents and everyone else
sitting there."

"Oh my god," Hannah said. "Was he like wearing a thong?"

"Yes. Red!"

"Was he hard?!" Sarah asked again.

"Of course he wasn't hard, you weirdo!" Mia took it upon herself to answer.

"Actually ..." Eric said, raising his brows.

"Dude!" Jamal shouted.

"He wasn't like hard-hard, but I'm sure he fluffed up," Eric explained. "He
kept shoving it in my face."

"Dude," Jacob said, "my 18th birthday my dad gave me his OLD phone and got
himself a nicer one."


- - -


DAVID:


Seeing my son interact with his boyfriend, I have to say I think they both
did good for themselves. I was extremely worried when he first started
college. All parents are, but Eric was more coddled than most kids. When I
started homeschooling him my plan was to do it for a year until we found
another school, so he wouldn't fall behind. But he begged to stay at home
so we let him. By the time he was ready for college he wasn't particularly
awkward, but I still worried he didn't have enough real-world experience.

When he told us he was gay as a teen, a part of me was relieved (elated,
even). Sure, I was bummed out he would have to deal with some of the same
bullshit as all of us, but if he ever wanted to talk about gay
relationships or sex his father and I were much better equipped for that.
My own gayness always felt like something that made me less qualified to be
a parent. As it turns out, it was a huge plus.

Eric had told us he'd had sex with a few guys in college, but he settled
down with Will. I was happy for him (and myself). At his age I was a huge
slut, fucking anyone I could find. Don't get me wrong, some of it was lots
of fun! But I was glad Eric didn't seem as interested to dabble in drugs or
too much casual sex.

That might be partly because he was always exposed to it and it didn't seem
like such a big deal. Growing up, sex in general was taboo for me, but gay
sex was the ultimate sin! So his dad and I always made a point to not hide
it from Eric when we kissed or touched each other. The first time he walked
in on us having sex my initial instinct was to freak out and make a big
deal out of it, but I fought it. Sven didn't seem to care much either, he
said he'd walked in on his parents or heard them have sex lots of times. I
was very proud of the progress we had made, in just one generation, that
allowed Eric to feel so much more comfortable with himself and the concept
of male relationships and sex.

I knew things hadn't been as easy for Will growing up, so while he was
staying with us I wanted him to feel extra welcome. He was a nice kid, you
could tell. And it was tough for someone his age in our neck of the woods.
In my 20s I was sucking dick in gay clubs and fucking in bathhouses; and
here he was cooped up in a house with two middle-aged men instead, without
a car of his own.

The first week seemed to go pretty well. The boys seemed happy to be done
with school, and I kept busy making sure everything round the house was in
tiptop shape. Sven had a really stressful week at work. I could feel how
relieved he was the second he walked back in on Friday evening. He jumped
out of his suit and left all his clothes on the floor right by the front
door, and walked naked to the kitchen to give me a kiss.

"Mmm," I moaned as he grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck. I could
smell his musk even with my back turned.

"Where are the boys?" he whispered as I stirred the soup.

"In their room. They've been there all afternoon."

"Wonder what THEY're doing."

"Probably reading the Bible," I retorted and turned around to give him a
proper kiss.

We made out in the warm kitchen that smelled of food. His exposed dick
started to twitch and poked my leg a couple of times.

"Should I add some cream to the soup?" I asked, grabbing his dick and
giving it a few jerks.

"Mm, I'd love to, but so tired tonight," he said and I could hear it in his
voice. "How about dinner and a movie instead?"

"Okay," I agreed, kissing him again. "But remember what you promised! Our
sex life won't suffer just because there's other people in the house now."

"Deal. How about I about I fuck you all day tomorrow? No --," he kissed me,
"-- matter --," another kiss, "-- what."

"Sounds good. Now go tell the boys to come down, and you go grab a quick
shower if you want. Dinner's ready in five."

"Wait!" he said, and quickly walked away. I heard him rummage through our
room and walk back.

"Since I'm not fucking you tonight, I don't want your ass to feel
neglected." He pulled out a black butt plug, one of the larger ones we had.
"I want you to wear this during dinner."

I looked at his eyes and he flashed me his mischievous shit-eating grin. I
reached for one of the drawers and pulled out a small bottle of lube (we
had one in every room of the house.)

I unbuttoned my jeans and Sven pulled them down. He quickly lubed up the
plug and gave my ass a quick kiss before inserting it. It was ribbed and
although it wasn't huge, it took my hole a few seconds to get used to it.
Once it was all in, Sven pushed and pulled it in and out a few times,
fucking me with it.

"Eric! Will! Dinner's ready!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs.

I gave him a playful smack and pulled up my jeans and buttoned up before
the kids came downstairs.

Five minutes later we were all at the table. Sven was the last to join us,
hair still wet from the shower, walking up to the table barefoot wearing
shorts and a T-shirt.

"All set?" I asked and got ready to dig in.

"If I may," I heard Will say and raise his glass. I was pleasantly
surprised to hear him speak out. So far he seemed to be the type to only
speak when spoken to. I wasn't sure if he was just shy or felt awkward
around us.

"To David, for making this gorgeous dinner," Will continued, "and to Sven
and David both for letting us stay here. Thank you guys."

"You're welcome, son," Sven said and patted Will on the shoulder. "We're
happy to have you here."

"Yes, Dads, thanks," Eric said as we all took a sip of our drinks. "If
there's anything we can do just let us know."

"Actually," I chimed in, "now that you mention it. I have a bunch of chores
to do tomorrow but if I give you the list you can run them for me. Seems
like I'll be... occupied otherwise." I winked at Sven and started eating. I
could feel the plug inside my ass, while Eric and Will were talking about
which professors they're happiest to never have to see again.


SVEN:


I was usually the first one up. I would take a piss and put on some shorts
and go out for a run right away, sometimes as the sun was rising. So I was
shocked to wake up on Saturday and see it was almost noon. Fuck, I needed
that.

I stretched in bed and reached for my dick, hard as a rock. Unfortunately
David wasn't there lying on my right. Too bad. With the boys moving in and
my hellish week at work, it's been too long since we fucked. Granted, our
"too long" was probably most people's "not even that long." We liked doing
it almost every day. (Our record was a 120-day streak without missing one.)

We were both pretty slutty back when we met, and kept it up for a while,
with each other as well as with other people. Things changed quickly when
we became parents. But Eric leaving for college meant a sexual renaissance
for us. David and I both started working out a bit more. Bought more sex
toys. And fucked. In every room of the house. And then some.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When I was done, I crawled
back into bed and texted David to join me.

"Are you staying in bed all day?" he asked a couple minutes later, walking
in the bedroom.

"That depends on you," I said, and pointed to my dick. I was hard again,
and slowly jerking it up and down, using my saliva as lube. "Are the boys
home?" I noticed he left the bedroom door open.

"They're at the mall, running my list of errands," he said, taking his
clothes off. He got on his knees in bed and started sucking me off.

Fuck, this felt good! I closed my eyes and lay back, holding the back of
his head with my right hand. It'd only been a few days, but the sensation
of the tip of my dick and my Prince Albert hitting the back of David's
throat was something I couldn't get enough of, ever. I let go of his head
and started playing with my nipples.

My nipples were super sensitive, just a pinch could often make my dick go
fully hard in a matter of seconds. Which is why I got them pierced and kept
increasing the gauge of the nipple rings every few months. (This was a real
problem when Eric was young and would reach for my nipples or try to put
the rings in his mouth.)

I lowered my hands and put them on both sides of David's face as it was
bopping up and down my dick. I had huge hands which I always disliked until
he showed me how much he's into it. Especially when his submissive side
came out and he wanted to be slapped around. I pulled David's face up and
started kissing him.

He was hard by now as well and we started jerking each other off while
kissing. He pinched my nipples, and I slapped his ass.

"Aah!" he screamed out. I loved watching him squeal and squirm like this.

SLAP! I smacked his ass again, as hard as I could from this position. The
echo reverberated throughout the house.

"Fuuuck!" David yelled out. "You fucking asshole. I love you!" He started
kissing me again.

I reached for the bottle of lube on my nightstand but he grabbed my wrist.

"No. I want you to fuck me dry."

"You sure?" Sometimes precum and spit weren't enough, but David knew what
he was signing up for. He nodded.

I flipped him over and started eating his ass. As a courtesy to me he kept
his hole completely smooth. Just like a boy, like when I first met him.

I rimmed David's ass for a good 15 minutes. Even though his dick had gone
soft I knew he was enjoying himself as my tongue went round and round and
inside his hole, my hands holding his cheeks spread open.

That's when David's phone started ringing. He must've brought it up after I
texted him and left it on the bed. He pushed the button to mute the ringer.

"It's Eric," he said, glimpsing at the screen.

"Answer it, maybe he needs something," I said, still holding his ass spread
open.

"Hey Eric."

"Hi, Dad," I could hear Eric's voice as David held his phone to his right
ear. I went back to the task at hand and continued licking David's pink
hole.

"I went to the bank, but they wouldn't give me any information about your
account," I overheard as I shoved my tongue as deep as it would go inside
David's ass, which he'd made sure is ready for rimming and fucking. "I
showed them your card and my driver's license to show we have the same last
name, but you gotta do it in person."

"That's okay, I thought so anyway, it was a long shot," David replied. His
dick was starting to get hard again. "I'll do it on Monday, don't worry
about it. Thanks for trying."

"Oh my god, and you'll never guess who we ran into," Eric continued as I
pulled my face away from David's hole and started sliding my thick index
finger in it.

"Who? [ah]" he said with a barely discernible moan. I looked up and his
eyes were closed.

"Cynthia, at the bank! Did you know she still works there?"

"No, [ah] I haven't seen her in ages." As he talked, I put my middle finger
in his hole as well, and started fucking him fast with both fingers.
"Although, [ah] to be fair I do most of my banking from home, so [ah] I'm
hardly ever there."

"She says hi to you guys! Her son's gonna be a senior this year so she was
asking how I liked college, whether I think he should apply there."

"Aha. I'll make sure to check if she's there on Monday," David said, trying
to control his voice from trembling as much as possible.

I got to my knees and inspected his ass one more time. I was leaking precum
all over the place, and used some of it to lube up David's hole.

"If you want I can go back and ask."

"No thanks Eric, it's not that... [aaah] important." As he said that last
word, my dick entered his hole. It was tight and a bit dry but I shoved it
in in one swift move. I looked at his eyes and they were wide open now.
I've known him for most my life, I could tell exactly what they were
saying. It was a mixture of "What the fuck are you doing?!" and "Please
don't fucking stop!"

"Okay, let me know if you change your mind. We'll be here for a bit
longer," Eric continued, oblivious to our activity.

"Okay. Did you do [ah] everything else on the list?"

I was picking up my pace and properly fucking David at this point. Our bed
didn't make any noise, but as I went faster the sound of my low-hanging
balls hitting his ass [Slap! SLAP!] got louder.

"Think so. We got the towels you wanted." [Slap! Slap!] "I know you said
black but I got em in brown cuz they were on sale, it was a pretty sweet
deal. Is that okay?"

David's eyes were closed again, as I fucked him faster and stronger,
pumping up and down. His left hand was clutching the sheets in a tight fist.

"That's fine, just keep any receipts," [Slap! Slap!] "and I'll take stuff
back if I [ah] need to."

By this point I wasn't focused on anything else going on in the room, just
how good it felt to be inside my husband. His hole was now relaxed and
loosened up. His dick was fully hard, as I jerked it up and down as I
fucked him.

"Honestly it's a really dark brown so you can't even see the difference,"
Eric carried on about the stupid towels.

"Okay. Are... Are you guys, um, headed home right [aaah] after?"

The sensation of being fucked AND having me play with his dick put David
over the edge, I could tell. His words sounded weird, his cadence up and
down, his voice stuttering. I wondered what would happen if he had to cum
right now. I jerked his dick faster.

"We were going to, but if you guys want we can hang out here longer? We're
not necessarily in a rush."

"That's [ah] fine, just [oof] text me before you get here," he said and bit
his lower lip so strongly I was worried he might draw blood.

"Okay, Dad. Love you!"

"Love you too," he said and hung up the phone.

David opened his eyes and looked into mine.

"Oh, I was trying so hard," he said with a smile on his lips and sweat
running down his face. I leaned forward to give him a kiss. "Oh I was
trying so hard not to yell on the phone, Daddy. Ah! Oh, I'm ready to cum."

I continued to fuck and jerk him more aggressively. "Are you ready? I'm
ready too. Do you want Daddy to cum inside you?"

"Oh yes, please! Please."

A series of loud grunts and moans echoed around the entire house, as we
both screamed in ecstasy, cumming at the same time. David's load shot all
over his belly, his chest, and his face. I felt my dick pump out load after
load inside of him.

I passed out on top of him soon thereafter. We cuddled and kissed and
played with our cum like two curious boys. We jumped up to head to the
shower as Eric and Will texted to say they were on their way.


- - -


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