Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:49:16 +0000
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend and My Two Dads: Chapter 43

Chapter 43: "No Questions, No Limits, Pt. II"
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DAVID:

    Working from home had many benefits, but it came with its downsides
as well. It could feel extremely isolating, and today was one of those
days. As I stood by the window looking down at the street, I felt miles
away from anyone else. December was in full force by now, and the Boston
Common had few people out for a walk in this weather. Usually, with
everyone here, this apartment felt like a hotspot of sex and debauchery.
Right now, it felt like a designer-furnished prison cell.

    Which is why I almost jumped up in joy and clapped my hands when I
heard a knock on the door. I was just in my underwear and wondered if I
needed to put anything else on, but I decided there was no need for that
when I saw that it was my nephew on the other side of the door.

    "Nathan, hi!" I said enthusiastically while opening the door. "C'min,
c'min. Can I get you some hot coffee? Warm you up from the cold?"

    "Hey, Uncle Dave. Sorry, no time." My face flushed when I heard my
nephew say that. "I just wanted to drop this off."

    In his hands, Nathan was holding a couple of cardboard boxes.

    "It's Grandpa Nate's old things," he told me. "The stuff I got from
Mom's house."

    "That's right."

    The family mansion passed on for generations now belonged to my
oldest sister. I would've been mine, if I weren't...

    "You sure you don't wanna come in?" I asked my nephew again, almost
pleadingly.

    "I'd love to, but I'm training with the police. We're not starting
until 1 today, which... oh god, look at the time," Nathan checked his
watch after handing me the boxes. "Gotta go. See you soon, Uncle Dave."

    "See you," I said and kicked the door shut with my foot.

    I took the boxes to my room and left them on the floor before opening
one of them up. I should've known this wasn't a good time for it, not
when I was already in a funk. On top of everything in the box were old
photographs of Grandpa Nate, my favorite grandparent, and indeed: my
closest family member growing up. I flipped through faded photos of
Grandpa Nate at Yale. Of his wedding with my grandmother. Of my father's
birth. And then, there it was: a photo of 6-year-old me sitting on my
grandpa's lap, both of us donning the biggest smiles I've ever seen. It
brought tears to my eyes and I quickly put everything away and closed the
box.

    I walked back to the large windows in the living room. The apartment
across the street caught my eye. A few days ago, Eric had taken the lead
in our CUMpetition by getting loaded up by a father and son in that very
apartment. In the days since, I'd only had sex with Sven and Brady, which
meant I was falling behind. It was increasingly obvious I wasn't going to
get any work done today... so I might as well be productive in another
way.

    I logged in to a couple of apps and set my status to "Taking Loads
Today." After a few minutes, I started to comb through the messages I
got. I was pretty good at telling the difference between time-wasters and
genuine fuckers, so I texted those back. Pretty soon, I had several men
interested to "cum by" this afternoon.

    The first was a discreet married man who worked in the Financial
District nearby. He was on his lunch break and said he didn't have a lot
of time.

    "As long as you cum inside me, it doesn't matter," I texted.

    Right before the man showed up, I decided I wanted to do this in
Eric's bed. After all, I was in this CUMpetition with him. My son
couldn't help but have a smug expression on his face a few days ago when
he told me the story of how he took Junior and Foster's loads, so I
thought I'd pay him back by telling him how I took loads in his bed this
afternoon.

    The married man showed up and less than a minute later we were in
Eric's bed. No muss, no fuss. He didn't want to kiss, so I went down on
my knees and sucked him off until he was hard. He kept all of his clothes
on, his pants and underwear were just down to his knees. His dick was
quite small but very thick, and had an unruly bush of pubic hair all
around it. Soon I was on my knees on the bed, on the side I knew my son
slept on. The top asked for lube, but I told him to just slide it in; I
could take it. As thick as he was, my hole managed to open up with fairly
little resistance when he started to slide in. What followed was one of
the shortest fucks of my life: less than a minute and barely a couple of
thrusts back and forth, and the man was moaning and dumping his load
inside of me.

    "I'm sorry," he apologized while zipping up. He probably thought I
was unsatisfied after such a brief fuck.

    "That's alright." I'd gotten what I wanted.

    The man dashed out the door, and I took my phone again. The second
fucker who showed up ten minutes later was an Asian tourist who barely
spoke a word of English. He moved fairly quickly as well; I think he was
trying to tell me that someone was waiting for him downstairs but I
wasn't sure. He was good. He was hard in less than a minute and managed
to easily slide into my hole, which was pre-lubed with cum already. He
fucked me for a good ten or fifteen minutes while my head was buried in
my son's pillow, breathing in Eric's scent.

    "Inside?" the fucker asked when he got to the edge.

    "Yes, cum inside me. Fill up my guts."

    Seconds later, I'd gotten my second load. I sent the man away with a
smile on my face, already feeling better. I tried to find my next cum
donor, but my luck seemed to be running out. I ended up being ghosted by
a couple of guys, and I had lunch and kept busy with some light housework
in the meanwhile. Finally, I heard back from a black daddy who was my
most interesting candidate for the day. He sent me a couple of gorgeous
dick pics, and promised a five-day load. I wanted him as fast as
possible, but he said it would have to be after work, so I hoped he
wouldn't end up ghosting me as well.

    With nothing else to do while waiting, I started preparing dinner for
tonight, chopping vegetables for the cream soup I'd be making. Then, my
phone started to ping again. A college kid that just got out of class and
wanted to load me up. "I'd love to," I texted.

    I left the food in the kitchen and went to answer the door when he
showed up. He was the opposite of the married man from earlier when it
came to kissing: this boy LOVED making out! He kept pulling me up when I
tried to go down on my knees to suck his cock.

    "I don't have a lot of time," I said, as it was already nearing 5
o'clock, "and I really want your load."

    The boy let me suck him for a couple of minutes even though he was
already hard. I went on my knees on Eric's bed again, poking my ass up in
the air. On the floor by the bed, I noticed Eric's underwear from
yesterday and I smiled. The college kid's cock went inside of me and he
started to thrust fast, reminding me of Junior fucking me in front of my
son's eyes not too long ago.

    This teen boy had good stamina and fucked me for almost half an hour.
I was enjoying myself, when I got a notification on my smartwatch. I
glanced at it to read a text: "Done with work. On my way."

    "Fuck, I'm getting close," the college kid announced. It was perfect
timing.

    "Cum inside me! Mmm. Fill me up," I moaned in anticipation of his
teenage spunk.

    He continued to thrust a few more times, giving my ass a couple of
slaps as well right before he started to unload inside of me. He pulled
my body back, pulled my face into his, and started kissing me again. His
tongue entered my mouth just as his cock filled my hole with his cum. I
felt amazing. I was sorry to say goodbye to him a couple of minutes
later, but I already had my next cum donor on his way.

    By now, my hole was feeling both loose and full. I went to look at
Eric's bed and noticed all the sweat on his side of the sheets. Just
then, a knock had me rushing to the door once again.

    The man at my door was handsome enough to be a model, especially when
he flashed that smile of his, but judging by his clothes he was probably
just another office worker in the city. He was an excellent kisser, and I
walked backward toward my son's room all the while kissing the daddy.

    "Is that your husband?" the man asked when he noticed a photo of
Eric, Sven, and me on Eric's nightstand. He loosened his tie and pulled
down his pants while waiting for an answer.

    "Yes. My husband and our son."

    "Your son? Holy shit," he smiled. "Handsome kid."

    We kissed some more before I sat on the bed and started to suck the
stranger's cock. It filled up my mouth completely even before he was
fully hard. I was playing with his smooth balls when I noticed a wedding
ring on his finger, making me wonder if he had a wife or a husband back
home.

    "This you and your husband's bed?" the man asked as we both started
to climb onto the bed.

    "No. It's my son's," I grinned.

    "You nasty fuck."

    "You wanna know just how nasty? I got three loads in my hole, just
from this afternoon. All three of them bred me on this bed right before
you showed up."

    "Fucking pig," the man grunted. This seemed to be turning him on.
"You like getting bred in your son's bed?"

    "I fucking love it," I said, and I realized I was telling the truth.
Suddenly, I got a flashback of all the times Sven and I had fucked in
Eric's bed over the years. There were too many times to count, but one
time came to mind specifically: in our old house, right after Eric moved
back from college. My husband fucked me in our bed, stuffing a pair of
cum-stained speedos in my mouth. I assumed the cum on them was Sven's,
until he told me it was our son's jizz that was in my mouth. Now, I
looked down at the underwear Eric had left on the floor by the bed.

    "That your son's underwear?" my fuck date asked while stroking his
cock. I nodded and the man reached down to the floor and, as if having
read my mind, stuffed my son's briefs inside my mouth.

    "Take that, you pig!" he said before spitting in his hand
and stroking his long cock a couple more times. With all the saliva and
precum that was on it, it was well-lubricated. Not that we'd need any,
with all of the cum inside my ass anyway.

    The daddy slid inside of me in one swift move as I bit into the musky
underwear. My hole basically sucked his cock in. The more used my hole
was, the hornier I got for more. I could feel all the loads being churned
inside of me, as my latest top fucked them further and further in. I
swallowed saliva, tasting Eric inside my mouth.

    "Yeah, you nasty fuck!" the daddy grunted. He reached around with one
hand and stuffed the briefs even deeper in my mouth, invading my senses
of taste and smell.

    "Mmm, mmm, mmm," I started to moan. "Cum inside me. Fucking cum
inside me," I thought. Again, it was as if the man could read my thoughts
and hear me begging.

    "Yeah? Want me to load you up in your son's bed?"

    "Aha," I nodded.

    "Wanna take my nut while sucking on his underwear? Look at you, you
got your precum leaking all over his sheets."

    I looked down and indeed: my hard cock was swinging back and forth as
I got fucked, spraying precum all over my son's bed like a hose.

    "Ahhh!" I moaned in anticipation of my latest load. I'd spent all
afternoon being a cum dump in my own son's marital bed, taking loads from
men whose first names I didn't even know. No questions, no limits. And
when my son got home, he would lie in the precum I'd left on his sheets
as evidence.

    I sucked on Eric's briefs as those thoughts crossed my mind, and
a few minutes later a fourth load of cum was being added inside my guts.
As the man's large cock started to pull out, I tried to keep all the
loads safely inside of me but I miscalculated. My hole must've been
looser than I anticipated. As the stranger's cock plopped out of me, I
let a large amount of mixed baby batter spill out of my ass.

    "Fuck. You're leaking all over," the man said as I let more of the
cum ooze out of me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably.

    "You gon clean it up?" he asked as he helped me get up off the bed.

    "Nah. I'll think I'll leave it there," I took Eric's underwear out of
my mouth and replied, looking down at the mess we'd left on my son's bed.

    "You really are something, you know that?" the man shook his head and
started to put his clothes on. We exchanged one last passionate kiss
before we said goodbye and I checked the time. Shit! Sven and the kids
would be home soon. And I still had dinner to make.

    I pulled my underwear up and went back to the kitchen, where
I continued making the soup. All the while, a big goofy grin stayed on my
face.

    Luckily, everyone seemed to be running late tonight. I started
getting texts saying "I'll be there soon" and "Don't start dinner without
me." The soup was already poured in five bowls, and I hoped it wouldn't
get too cold.

    With time to kill, I thought back to my cum-filled afternoon. "Take
that, sonny boy," I thought, smiling to myself. With some of the cum
still inside my ass, I closed my eyes and started to finger my hole with
my left hand, before bringing my fingers up to my mouth and sucking the
strangers' cum off them. Meanwhile, my right hand reached into the front
of my briefs and wrapped itself around my growing cock. I'd been hard
on-and-off all afternoon, too focused on receiving other men's loads to
worry about blowing my own. Now, it was finally time. I could feel it
building inside of me faster than I could control, my balls begging to be
emptied.

    "Fuck!" I pulled my dick out of my underwear. It was all happening
too quickly. I was still standing at the kitchen counter and instead of
turning away I got another idea. I pulled one of the soup bowls nearer
and shot my load directly in it. I moaned and cussed and tilted my head
back. When I looked down, I saw my own jizz mixing with the soup in the
bowl.

    "That one's for Eric," I said out loud to myself with a grin on my
face.

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SEPTEMBER 1939 | NATHANAEL:

    Returning to school meant reconnecting with those friends who didn't
spend the summer in Martha's Vineyard. But there was one person I was
eager to see more than everyone else put together.

    David was out of sight this summer, but there wasn't a single day
when he was out of mind. It was a confusing time for me. On the one hand,
I was grateful to have some "time off" to gather my thoughts. On the
other, I missed him ever so terribly.

    The worst part was that I had no one to talk to about this. I'd
realized that whenever I had a problem I couldn't talk to anyone about, I
always turned to David. So what do I do in this case?

    Everyone else in my life always thought it odd that he and I
socialized so much in the first place. Of course, they'd never say it out
loud; we were polite New Englanders after all. So how do I tell anyone
that David professed his love for me? That he kissed me? And that... that
I enjoyed it?

    David and I never spoke of the kiss. We hardly spoke at all ever
since. He spent the summer in Columbus, volunteering at a summer school
for children in his community. A week into being back at Yale, and we
still hadn't made eye contact a single time.

    "Can we talk?" I asked him after class one day, almost ambushing him.

    "Okay," he agreed and we went to a nearby grassy clearing. The sun
was still shining bright, making me yearn to be back on the island.
Suddenly, I got an image of David and me there together, our toes in the
sand and our hands clasped together. A fantasy that would never be.

    "How was your summer?" I asked, and we spent some time catching up in
a manner that felt much too formal to me.

    "How is Claire?" David finally asked me. I turned to him but he
wouldn't make eye contact.

    "She's alright. We're alright. I... didn't ask her to marry me."

    "Oh," David finally turned to me. As I looked in his deep brown eyes
for the first time in months, I felt grateful. "How come?"

    "I talked to my parents and told them it's not the right time," I
answered. "I think it should wait until after I've graduated."

    "And what did they say?"

    "They tried to discourage me from waiting so long."

    "Aha," David said cryptically and looked straight ahead again.

    I turned around, eyeing our surroundings. Even though there was no
one nearby, we were still in public and needed to be careful. I knew it
wasn't wise, but I couldn't help myself. I rested my hand on David's
shoulder and put one arm around him, pulling him in closer. I felt his
long fingers comb through my hair. And the next moment, with all caution
foolishly thrown to the wind, we were kissing again right there and
then.

Load Tally:

Eric: 2 | David: 5

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