Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 14:56:24 +0000
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend and My Two Dads: Chapter 42

Chapter 42: "CUMpetition, Pt. II"

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MARCH 1939 | NATHANAEL:

    At Yale, I was surrounded by other young men I'd known my whole life.
Yet in a few short months, David had become my very best friend.

    I found it incredibly easy to talk to him, more than any other person
I'd ever met. We spent time with each other's friends as well but
somehow, I preferred it when it was just he and I. David seemed most
relaxed at those times, and I felt the same. I could let my guard down.
Which was bizarre, because I hadn't realized that my guard was usually up
in the first place.

    David's family was in Columbus, so he didn't get to see them much
throughout the school year. On the other hand, I was at my parents'
almost every weekend, even though lately I'd been using schoolwork as an
excuse to stay at school and spend more time with David.

    "I have something to show you," I told David excitedly one Sunday
night after returning from my parents' house. I pulled out a small box
and showed it to my friend.

    "What is that?" he asked.

    "It's my mother's engagement ring. She wants me to ask Claire to
marry me."

    David's usual joyful expression disappeared in a split second, as if
flushed away.

    "And what are you going to do?"

    "Well, I'm gonna do it. We've basically been promised to each other
by our parents since birth. And we've been dating for three years now, I
think it's about time. Don't you?"

    David looked uneasy, as if he knew some horrible secret. I was
surprised to see him react this way; I thought what I was sharing
was good news. My friend had something to say, but he just couldn't get
himself to do it. Instead he hesitated, clutching my mother's ring, until
he finally leaned over... and kissed me.

    It was then that I realized just how meaningless all of my kisses
with Claire had always been. She and I had kissed for the first time when
we were six, and to this very day there was the same lack of passion in
our kisses as back then. I just assumed it was supposed to feel that way.
But it didn't feel that way with David. With him, I completely lost
myself in the moment. I couldn't breathe. My heart was thumping so
strongly that it was almost painful.

    "I love you," David whispered to me as he broke off our kiss a minute
later, his trembling hand still holding my face. From that moment on, my
life would never be the same.



NOVEMBER 2020 | ERIC:

    "Morning, Dad," I said as I walked into the kitchen.

    "Morning, honey," David replied. "Surprised to see you up so early.
No hangover after Sam's party last night?"

    "Nah," I said, helping myself to some coffee. "Can't speak for Will,
though. He's still passed the fuck out."

    "Yeah, Sven and Brady are fast asleep as well," my dad said, sipping
his own coffee by the window. I went to sit next to him, and I realized
he was looking at our neighbors across the street. The two men were
naked, and giving each other kisses in between making breakfast.

    "Remember when we watched them fuck and we jerked off?" I asked my
father.

    "I do. What did you say their names were?"

    I had to think about it for a while before answering. "Angelo and
Foster, I think."

    "No way!" Dad exclaimed.

    "What?"

    "Remember the kid who fucked me last night? The one who dumped his
load in me and put me ahead in the CUMpetition?"

    "Yeah, yeah, rub it in. What about him?"

    "Well he goes by Junior but his first name is Foster. That's why he
looked so familiar! I think his dad is our neighbor across the street."

    "Hmm. Will you look at that?" I said, smirking. I just got an idea
how to get ahead of my dad in the CUMpetition.

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    About an hour later, my dad David was doing some writing and everyone
else was still asleep, so I said I was going out for a while. I headed to
our neighbors' apartment (after counting windows and doing math in my
head to see what their apartment number was). Foster Senior was the one
who answered the door, wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs.

    "Hey," I introduced myself. "My name's Eric, I live across the
street. You've met my husband, Will."

    "Eric, come on in. So nice to finally meet you. We've been living
across the street from each other for so long, it's really a shame that
we haven't met. Especially with... you know, all of us being gay and
all," the man winked at me.

    Foster invited me in and served me another cup of coffee.

    "Too bad my husband just went out for the day," he said. "He would've
loved to meet you."

    "Oh, is he out?" I asked, disappointed.

    "Yes. My son is coming over for the day, and Angelo thought he'd give
us some alone time."

    "Oh really?"

    This was much better news. I'd come here hoping to get two loads. I
was aiming for our two neighbors, but I just might be able to score a
father and son instead.

    "You know, I think I know your son," I said, "if I'm not mistaken. 18
years old, named after you? If that's the case, we just met at a party
last night."

    "Yes, indeed! What can I say, Boston's a small place," Foster
laughed. I wondered how much he knew about his own son.

    "If you don't mind me asking," I said carefully, "I was wondering at
the party last night... is your son gay or straight?"

    "Haha. Well, for all I know Junior's as straight as an arrow. Then
again, I thought the same exact thing about myself when I was his age and
met his mom. So you never know," the handsome older man winked at me.

    "No, you don't," I smirked.

    Twenty minutes later, Foster received a text saying his son will be
here any second now.

    "Do you want to join us?" my neighbor offered. "Since you and Junior
have already met. I'm sure he'll be surprised to see you here."

    "Oh, he'll be surprised alright!"

    And we were right. Junior's jaw dropped when he saw me in his
father's apartment. Soon, we were all sitting in the living room. Junior
and I were fully dressed, but his dad stayed in his underwear,
unperturbed by his son's presence. When Foster went to the kitchen to
make more coffee, I got a chance to talk to his son alone.

    "Well, last night was fun," I said flirtily.

    "It was," the boy said, sounding a bit nervous. "Listen... um, my dad
doesn't know that I fuck around with guys as well. So, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't..."

    "Tell him? I won't. Not if you're not ready. But see, I was hoping
to... maybe have some fun. All three of us. Today."

    "What? That's crazy. My father would never say yes to that!"

    "You sure?" I raised my eyebrows. "He seems real comfortable in front
of you. He's hot! And you are as well. C'mon, you don't have to do
anything to each other. You can just share me."

    Junior continued to look at me nervously, as his father came back
into the room, put down the coffee mugs, and came to sit next to me on
the couch.

    "What're you boys talking about?" asked Foster.

    "Oh, I was just telling your son how hot his father is," I said,
putting one hand on Foster's bicep. "Very nice."

    "Thank you. That's always nice to hear. Especially coming from
someone as young and handsome as you."

    I looked over at Junior, who licked his lips as I continued to slide
my hand up Foster's arm and then down to his chest. I cupped one of his
pecs and then continued to go lower.

    "What's going on?" Foster asked. He sounded confused, but he didn't
stop me from what I was doing. My hand was now going down his stomach,
dangerously close to his bulge.

    "I just wanted to get a feel," I said. "And I don't think Junior
minds watching. Right, Junior?"

    Both Foster and I looked at his son.

    "N-- No," Junior shook his head. It was cute seeing someone as big
and strong as him look so nervous. But I could tell he enjoyed what he
was seeing. Foster seemed pretty comfortable as well. I knew for a fact
he was an exhibitionist (after watching him fuck his husband against the
floor-to-ceiling windows) and maybe he didn't mind showing off in front
of his son as well.

    "Do you mind him watching, Dad?" I asked Foster, turning my head back
to him. My fingers teased at the waistband of his boxer briefs as I
slowly rubbed his lower abs. The older man answered me but continued
looking across the room at his son as he said,

    "Nothing he hasn't seen before. He's walked in on me and Angelo
enough times when he lived here with us."

    I glanced over at Junior after his father said that. He looked down
at the floor for a moment and my heart swelled as I saw him blush. A
second later he lifted his head up, looked back at his father, and
cracked a smile.

    "And there was that one time," the college kid said in an amused
tone, "when I came home early from school and found you guys right there
on that couch, with that blonde twink."

    Now it was Foster's turn to blush, which surprised me, but then he
tried to hide it by sipping his coffee and laughing a little. I moved my
hand to his bulge and felt his cock starting to swell up under the thin
fabric.

    "Blond twink, huh?" I asked playfully as my fingertips traced along
the head of his cock. "Is that your type?"

    "Mmm, more like I'm their type," he said seductively as he looked
into my eyes. "You daddies' boys can't seem to get enough of guys like
me."

    I was stunned for a moment. Was he referencing my tattoo or was that
just a coincidence? I didn't expect Foster to have seen it, but maybe he
liked watching Will and me fuck across the street. All of a sudden, I
could even picture him with a pair of binoculars, zooming in close enough
to be able to read my tattoo. Maybe it was all just in my head, but the
thought still turned me on.

    I decided to respond by leaning my head forward and taking Foster's
nipple gently between my lips. As I parted them and let my tongue make
circles on the sensitive skin, the older man let out a soft moan. My hand
was still resting on his cock and I felt it throbbing through the
material of his underwear. Without removing my lips from our neighbor's
chest, I glanced over at his son. Junior was sitting back in his chair,
looking relaxed but with a hesitant expression on his face. I could see
that he was hard in his tight jeans.

    The teenager was looking in our direction but he was definitely not
focused on me. I couldn't see Foster but I had no doubt that the father
and son were staring into one another's eyes right at this moment. The
air was thick with sexual tension and my cock was already rock hard and
starting to leak precum. My hand grabbed the waistband of Foster's boxer
briefs and pulled it, quickly hooking the material behind his smooth and
ample nut sack.

    My eyes were closed so I didn't see Foster's erection bounce up into
the air as I freed it, but I heard a soft gasp from where Junior sat, so
I figured it must have been quite a sight. I preferred to find out for
myself with some of my other senses, and I kept my eyes shut as I grabbed
the daddy cock that I knew was in front of me and guided it quickly to my
open mouth. The thickness of the head surprised me; it was more than I
expected. I enjoyed the feeling of it filling the whole space for a
moment, massaging it with my tongue, before pushing my head lower. That
fat cockhead hit the back of my mouth and pushed its way down my throat
with ease.

    "Jesus!" Foster cried, as his arm moved across my back while I leaned
forward even more, taking almost three-quarters of his cock in one
plunge. He was big, and I impressed even myself in that moment. My throat
felt nice and relaxed today, ready to take whatever I put into it. Having
seen Junior's cock the night before as he pounded my father's ass, I knew
he was packing just as much as his old man, and I was eager to compare
them up close. As Junior stood up and walked toward us, I saw I was about
to get the chance to do just that.

    I pulled my lips off of Foster's cock and slid down onto the floor,
directly onto my knees. I kept a hand around the older man's cock the
entire time, and when I got comfortable on the floor, I tugged up on the
shaft slightly.

    "Stand up, daddy," I said softly. "I want to be able to do both of
you together." Foster looked a little dazed, but also eager. He looked
down at me on my knees and I felt his cock throb. Foster stood up
quickly, grabbed the sides of my head and shoved his cock down my throat.
I moaned loudly as my nose pressed firmly onto his trimmed pubes.

    "Damn, that looked hot," I heard Junior whisper. I was able to glance
over with one eye and saw that he was dropping his pants. A second later,
he was rock hard and jerking himself very close to my face. My mouth and
throat were still full of Foster's cock as I reached out to stroke his
son.

    My right hand was still wet with my spit from stroking Foster's cock,
and I heard Junior hiss softly as my slick palm made contact with his
shaft. Slowly, the older man let up on holding my head down, and I pulled
off him and took a breath. A moment later, I turned my head and
deep-throated Junior, prompting him to let out a few half-whispered
obscenities. I worked his cock for a few minutes, stroking Foster with my
left hand. Whenever I looked up at the father and son, one of them had
their eyes closed, and the other was staring down at me playing with
their fat and nearly identical cocks.

    I started to move my head rapidly back and forth between the two of
them, taking one in my mouth and then going back to the other. I was
tempted to press their cocks together and try to get both of the swollen
heads in my mouth at the same time, but I thought the better of it.
Junior was hard as fuck, and he was getting worked up fast -- I knew
firsthand how powerful an experience this was for him, and I was both
happy and incredibly turned on to have made it happen. I knew that if
Junior felt his wet cockhead pressed up against his own father's, he'd
almost certainly drop his load then and there.

    Normally I'd happily take that on my face or tongue, but I couldn't
forget my original mission. I backed off a little, still stroking each of
them with one hand, making sure to go a little easier on Junior.

    "We can do this however you guys want," I said coolly. "I have one
condition, though. You both have to cum inside my ass."

    "Sounds like a good deal to me," Foster said as he ran his fingers
through my hair. "What do you think, Junior?"

    "I think I want to watch you fuck Eric," Junior said, sounding more
sure of himself than when we started. "Let me have his mouth." Junior
reached out to grab my head from the other side, and I felt their fingers
touching on my scalp. Both their hands were there for a few seconds,
before Foster's pulled away and the older man changed position to come
stand behind me. He bent down and reached around my chest with impressive
strength, guiding me to the couch, where I got on my hands and knees.

    The father and son stood at either end, and I quickly took Junior's
cock back in my mouth as the elder Foster used one hand to undo my pants
and the other to tug them down all the way to my knees. I hadn't bothered
to put on underwear before coming over here. Shortly after that, I felt
him sliding his dickhead up and down my crack, and then nudging right at
my hole. I clenched reflexively and then relaxed to let him slide inside.

    Less than a minute later, a sigh of satisfaction came from deep in
Foster's chest when he'd managed to work his whole cock inside me. Giving
me only a moment to get used to it, he started to pull back out and I
knew he'd push back in even faster. I timed my sucking so they'd feel
themselves pushing me into the other one.

    The two men worked me over like that for a while; the only sounds
were our quick breathing and the wet smacks of fucking and sucking. Soon,
I could feel Junior getting close again and I needed to give him a break.
Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I massaged his balls and looked up at
him.

    "Go stand by your daddy and watch him breed me," I told him. "You
need to be ready to give me your load right after."

    Junior looked down at me and bit his lip softly, then stepped away
and stood behind me, closer to his father. I braced myself better against
the couch and pushed back harder so Foster would know he could really
pound me. He got the message and really let me have it. He seemed very
turned on to be fucking a guy not much older than his son, all while his
little boy was watching.

    "You want me to blow my load in his ass, son?" I heard Foster say
through gritted teeth as he slammed repeatedly into me.

    "Fuck yeah, fill him with your cum, Dad," Junior replied with a horny
tone to his voice.

    Half a second later, I felt Foster's cock explode inside me. It was
like the suddenness of it even surprised Foster himself. I felt him shift
his weight to maintain balance and he softly said "Oh god!" as the
pleasure rippled through his body. As Foster stopped thrusting to let the
rest of his load spill out deep inside me, I wondered if hearing Junior
say "fill him with your cum, Dad" was what put him over the edge. We all
rested for a moment, Foster's cock slowly throbbing as he unloaded
completely inside me and we all caught our breath.

    "Oh, fuck, that looks hot," I heard the teen boy say while his father
slowly slid his cock out of my hole. I knew it was probably gaping wide
open, with Foster's load inside it, and I relaxed as much as I could to
keep it that way. Their cocks were so similar in size, I figured Junior
could just slide right in if he was quick enough.

    "Fuck, son," I heard Foster say aggressively, "get your cock in there
and give him another one of our loads! Two-for-one, the family special,"
he said as he slapped my ass and stepped back.

    Junior quickly and obediently walked up behind me, and I felt his
hands replace his father's on my hips. I was still opened up so much that
I didn't feel his cockhead until he got a little way inside me. As I
expected, he was able to push all the way into me with little resistance.
As I slowly released the right muscles, my ass began to tighten around
Junior, and he started moaning as it did. The sound got louder as I
squeezed him more, and he started to thrust in and out to further enjoy
the sensations. He was fucking a hole full of his father's cum, and I
knew he was at the peak of his pleasure. It wouldn't be long.

    "Oh god, I'm gonna shoot!" Junior shouted, sounding out of breath.
"Oh fuck! Dad, I'm cumming!" I couldn't see them, but I could hear
Foster's low voice whispering to his son. I wondered if he might be
rubbing Junior's back in a fatherly way.

    "Give it to him, son," the older man said softly. "You heard how much
he wants it. Give it to him to take home to his husband."

    He'd said the last part a little louder, as if he meant me to hear
it. I knew that he wanted me to know he'd been watching me and Will! I
smiled at the thought of the fun we could have showing off in front of
the windows, now that we knew for sure we had an interested audience.

    As Junior came inside me, his entire body went rigid and I felt him
squeeze my hips tightly. That helped me push back into him hard, taking
advantage of all the leverage to get him as deep inside me as possible. I
could feel it was at least as far as his father had gone. He gasped with
each pulse of his cock, as he emptied out his balls. After a moment, he
pulled out quickly and I think he must have staggered backward. When I
stood up and turned around, his father had an arm around his back,
looking like he was holding him steady.

    I stepped aside as the younger man collapsed down onto one end of the
sofa, looking back and forth between me and his father. I hadn't cum and
I was rock hard from the family fucking I'd just received, my pants still
bunched down at my knees.

    With a casual speed, I re-dressed myself, as Foster sat down on the
sofa right next to his son, recovering from the intensity of what just
happened. Both the men's cocks were still pretty chubbed, and both had a
few drops of cum still oozing out of the tip. Junior's shaft glistened
with more wetness, covered in both his own load as well as his father's.
Part of me wanted to stay and hear some of what they were about to say to
one another after all this, but that special moment belonged to them.

    "I'll show myself out, guys," I said as I finished putting my jacket,
flashing them a smile. "See you around."

    "Are you gonna tell Angelo?" I heard Junior nervously ask his dad as
I stepped out into the hallway.

    "I can't wait to see how hard his cock gets when he hears this, son,"
was Foster's laughter-filled response, and I smiled as the door clicked
shut behind me.

Load Tally:

Eric: 2 | David: 1

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