Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2018 00:17:48 +0100
From: Pho?nix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend and My Two Dads: Chapter 9 "Dad and Daddy"

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Chapter 9: "Dad and Daddy"



ERIC:


The sun, the excitement of traveling, the hot guy getting a blowjob right
in front of me at the beach, it was all getting to me. I needed to chill
out, before I completely lost control and forgot where I was and what I was
doing. I was at a public beach naked, masturbating, with my two dads and
boyfriend lying right next to me!

I tried to be discreet about it, gently thrusting my hips, rubbing and
edging my hard dick against the beach towel. As the action in front of me
got hotter (the two studs didn't seem to care they were in public) I
started to thrust faster, too horny to give a fuck about being
inappropriate anymore. I spread my legs wider, brushing my right leg
against my dads who were making out fervently next to me.

As the couple finally got up to leave to go somewhere more private, I was
outraged. "Come back here and finish what you started!" I felt like
screaming after them, feeling like they owed me something.

Okay, Eric, breathe. I fought the temptation to get up and follow them.
Number one, my dick was still hard and would definitely draw attention.
Plus I still needed to behave. As liberal as my dads were, this was just
the first day of our summer trip. I didn't want them worrying about me
running after some random strangers and then cutting the whole trip short.

I waited to go soft. I looked to my left, at my boyfriend Will reading a
book. He'd been on the same page for the past 15 minutes, I noticed. He
wasn't reading, he was just using it to look at people from behind his
sunglasses, like I was. He could act cool all he wants, I knew he must've
been watching the hot couple as well. It was driving him wild, probably
even more than me. But now the couple was gone, and I wondered what else he
might be looking at.

On my right, my dads weren't even being THAT naughty compared to the other
couple, but they were still making out in a way that you could only get
away with at a gay nudist beach like this. Sven was lying on top of David,
naked and still dripping wet, the sun shining on his wide back, his thick
thighs, and big bubble butt. He was completely smooth from the neck down
which didn't seem to be in fashion anymore, which made him stand out even
more.

I couldn't tell if Will was looking at them, but he could definitely hear
them. As per usual, my dads' make-out session was so loud you could hear it
even with the sounds of the sea splashing close to us.

The fact Will and my dad kissed while they were drunk a few weeks ago never
raised any red flags for me. I've drunkenly kissed so many of my
girlfriends, and that definitely didn't mean I was straight. Just like
kissing a couple of my straight guy friends in college didn't mean that
they were gay (Then again... whole different story). But what Dad told me
earlier today on the balcony made me think twice.

Will asking to call Sven "Dad," and then failing to mention that part to
me, probably meant something. He wasn't just being drunk and crossing the
line; there were some feelings there. If I knew Will (and his
never-talk-about-your-feelings family he grew up in) he was probably
feeling hella confused right about now. And I had no idea what to do about
it. Except to maybe cross the line myself to see how he'd react.

"Can you put some more sunscreen on me?" I heard Sven ask David. He was
done with his front and needed help with his back.

"Don't forget we gotta go soon," David said. "We got a reservation at that
restaurant with the great reviews, seems to be the best place in town. And
tonight's our only chance to go."

"I can do it!" I said, snatching the sunscreen quickly.

My dads looked at me, probably surprised to hear me butt in, but didn't say
anything. Sven lay on his stomach between Will and David, and I got on top
of him.


- - -

Right after our little conversation with Sven on the balcony earlier that
day, I got to thinking by myself in the shower. For the first time, all of
a sudden, I saw an image in my mind of Dad and Will kissing. Poor Will, I
was such a dick to him when he told me. I shouldn't have laughed in his
face, I should've been more reassuring. I thought of this as some silly gag
when he obviously took it much more personally.

I dried after the shower and stroked my dick a couple of times to fluff it
up. I left the bathroom and passed through the living room naked. Everyone
was there, David packing our beach bag and Sven and Will waiting on the
couch.

I went to the bedroom and put on a pair of speedos.

"Hey Daddy, what do you think of these?" I walked back to the couch and
stood in front of my dad and Will. "Should I wear them or the other pair we
got together at the store? You know, the one that makes my package look
bigger?" I grabbed my junk through the fabric and shook it up and down for
them a couple of times.

I observed Will's reaction. His eyes darted back and forth from my crotch
to Sven's face.

"I don't know honey, whichever one you like best. They both look good,"
Sven answered, sounding uninterested but polite.

"What do you think babe, how do I look?" I turned to Will, flexing my abs.

"You look... you look nice."

("Fucking hot" would've been the answer I'd have gotten if my dad weren't
here, I bet. Ironically enough, I ended up not needing any speedos at the
beach.)


Later on during lunch, I was sitting at the small restaurant table with
Sven to my right and Will to my left. Everyone was on their "best behavior"
but many people were still staring at us because Sven was eating shirtless,
his big chest and pierced nipples drawing attention.

"Oops," he said, dripping a bit of tomato sauce on his left pec.

"Here," I went in before he had a chance to grab a napkin. I scooped up the
sauce off his chest with my right thumb, and stuck it in my mouth to lick
it off. I reached over a second time, my wet finger getting the remaining
sauce off Dad's pec and nipple. I moved his large nipple ring up and down
to make sure it was all off. During this, my left hand rested on Will's
thigh.

"Thanks," Sven said quickly and continued talking about the weather.


- - -

At the beach, I grabbed the sunscreen and straddled my dad's body as he lay
on his stomach, both of us naked. My erection from earlier was gone, but I
still had some precum on the tip of my dick. Will tilted his head a bit and
I was sure he was looking at us. I'm gonna do this like the two guys I saw
earlier, I thought.

Instead of just rubbing the lotion on my dad's back I took my time, giving
him a few minutes' massage. My fingers crept lower and lower. I looked at
Will. We couldn't make eye contact with our shades on, which bothered me.
Will was also lying on his stomach, so I had no way of seeing what was
happening in the front of his speedos.

After finishing up his lower back, I continued down to my dad's glutes. I
wasn't quite as firm as the guy I spied on earlier and my fingers didn't go
near Sven's hole, but I still took my time rubbing the lotion in, all over
his big muscular ass in circular motions, then slowly down to his thighs
(including the insides where they touched) and calves.

"There you go, Daddy," I said and smacked his right asscheek. It was
supposed to be a playful slap but it ended up being stronger than I
expected.



SVEN:


I wasn't sure what was up with Eric, but it was sure starting to feel like
there was something going on.

Maybe he was like me and just felt and acted different, freer when on
vacation. I'm not exactly a private person (hell, I'm one of the least
private people I know) but whenever I go traveling that feeling seems to go
up tenfold. There's something so liberating about new places where no one
knows your name or anything about your past. Where they don't know how many
people you've fucked, or what your dirty little secrets are. It made you
feel safe to open up even more, feeling like there'd be no consequences
when you go back home.

Maybe that's part of the reason why Eric was comfortable to open up to me
on the balcony here in Sitges. He shared his feelings about Will with
honesty. And then he brought me up. "When I picture myself with someone
long-term," Eric had said to me, "I kinda want them to be, I dunno...
Stronger? More experienced? More assertive? Someone more like you."

I should've been flattered, and I was. But it also gave me cause for
concern.

I worried my son might assume I was "strong" for the same reason most
people jumped to that conclusion. I knew well the effect I had on others. I
was tall, big, with a strong chin, and a husky voice. All things society
told you a desirable man should be. And, with the exception of working out,
none of it was something I could control. Plenty of straight women swooned
over me, but it was even worse with gay men. On top of my
pseudo-attractiveness, I was aware plenty of them only idolized me because
of their own insecurities and feelings of inadequacy with their own
masculinity.

I didn't want my son to look at me or any man like me and think we were on
the right track just because it looked good on the surface. He might think
of me as strong, but all the drugs I took at his age definitely did not
come from a place of strength. Eric didn't know about all the times I
nearly wrecked my life before David rescued me, and as honest as we were
with him I really didn't think I could find it in me to tell him, to this
day. If I was his idol for any reason, I did not want it to be because he,
or his boyfriend, or anyone else found me attractive.

(Which also did not mean I wasn't happy to set an example whenever I could.
When Eric expressed interest in starting to work out in his teens it was
because he saw me do it, which made me proud. When we went shopping at
George's store Eric started off shy and more modest, until he saw me
undress and felt more comfortable showing off his own body and flexing in
the mirror.)


After Eric told me he'd like a partner who's more like me, I started
noticing little things. I don't know if he realized just how long our hug
lasted right after that. He held me tightly yet gently at the same time (if
that makes sense), breathing in the faint scent of my shower gel (which to
be fair, I found very attractive as well).

Then, after Eric's walking out of the shower naked and putting on a pair of
tight speedos, came a different surprise.

"Hey Daddy, what do you think of these?"

Daddy?! Has he EVER called me that? I'm sure he did at some point as a kid,
but it felt completely different to hear an adult voice say it.

When he was young we tried to get him to call David "Dad" and me "Papa,"
which he eventually abandoned and started calling both of us "Dad" and
using our names if there was ever any confusion.

Funny how much one little extra syllable could change. "Daddy" felt
completely different. I called myself that when I was being facetious. It's
what David called me behind closed doors. And then there were the
innumerable boys (and men) who begged me for Daddy's dick, who asked for
Daddy to spank them, who groveled and promised they'd do anything just to
have Daddy's cum down their throat.


Then there was the incident at the restaurant. Was Eric just trying to be
helpful by wiping the sauce off my chest before it dripped down to my white
shorts? Either way I'd started to get hard as he grazed my nipple and
started moving my nipple ring around.

Maybe I was imagining things and it had nothing to do with me. Eric was
always a touchy-feely kid, and now on top of that he was probably one horny
adult as well. He was absolutely mesmerized by the couple of naked guys
lying next to us at the beach. I could tell exactly what he was doing. He
thought he was being sly, but I could notice him rubbing his dick while
looking at them.

I didn't say anything because I didn't wanna embarrass him. Plus it was our
fault for bringing the boys to a beach like this. Granted, we didn't think
there'd be full-on blowjobs out in the open. At gay nudist beaches like
this it wasn't too unusual to see someone discreetly jerking off or giving
someone a hand-job, but people rarely got to sucking and fucking in front
of everyone.

The couple left, probably leaving my son behind with blue balls. And then...

"I can do it!" he jumped at the opportunity when I said I need sunscreen on
my back.

Eric straddled me, and I felt his testicles on my ass. "Mmm," I moaned
loudly as he started to rub my back firmly. He gave me a nice little
shoulder and back massage, one that I sorely needed after our long flight.
He was good at this! I closed my eyes and started to relax. The sun felt
good, the air smelled nice, the sounds of the sea almost lulling me to
sleep. Then I felt Eric touching my ass.

God he's good, I thought. After a back massage, my lower body needed some
attention as well. He continued, taking his time, rubbing the knots in my
glutes and thighs. His fingers slid against my smooth asscheeks with ease.
Has anyone taught him how to do this? I swear he felt like a professional
masseur.

"There you go, Daddy," he slapped my ass and got up off me. There's that
word again! Twice in one day. This couldn't be a coincidence.

"Wanna go for one last walk before we leave?" Eric asked Will and the two
got up. Holding hands, they headed toward the cave I'd pointed out earlier
and said it's where guys go to cruise and fuck.



DAVID:


Since discovering Eric's Tumblr where he posted naked pictures of himself
and videos of him jerking off and being fucked, I was much more careful
when browsing for porn on that site. I remembered Eric's username and a
couple of times the temptation overcame me and I typed it in ("Just to
check up on him," I told myself) but I never hit enter.

I didn't get a chance to talk to him about it, even though I felt like I
should. I couldn't forbid him from having a porn blog. One: he was an
adult, and two: it would be beyond hypocritical cuz I myself followed
hundreds of blogs like that. But I did feel the need to advise him against
posting photos of his face or any personal information.

This would've normally been a fairly easy conversation for a parent as open
as I was. But I procrastinated because that wasn't all. There were all
those weird father-son searches on Eric's computer as well. "Father son
kissing," "father son naked together gay" ... they rang through my head.

I had no idea how to approach that. One option was to just mind my damn
business and not say anything. That's what I'd been doing so far, yet it
didn't feel right.

I knew a ton of gay men (including me) had father-son fantasies. I would've
actually felt better if he had been looking up "father and son fucking," it
would've probably led to some cheesy porn where the actor playing the dad
is five years older than the one playing the son, and I could write it all
off as a harmless fantasy about fictional strangers.

But, "kissing"? "Naked together"? Who searches for random stuff like that?!
There's no way he'd been looking for porn.

All the hoopla right before our trip was a welcome excuse to push all this
in the back of my mind and focus on other things. Until one day it all hit
me at once, even stronger.


"Hey Daddy, what do you think of these?" I thought I heard Eric say to Sven
on our first day in Spain, and it felt like a cold knife through my heart.

Did I hear correctly, was I imagining things? I was busy packing the beach
bag while everyone else was around the couch talking. Maybe I misheard and
Eric had said "Dad" which would've been perfectly normal. But Daddy...

It was the word I used to refer to Sven. I used it while begging him to
fuck me. I screamed it, I whispered it, I struggled to say it with his dick
filling my mouth. And now our adult son had switched to using it, seemingly
out of the blue.

Why did this hit me so hard, why did I feel so dramatic about the whole
thing? I tried to ignore it, until later at the restaurant I saw Eric use
his finger to wipe tomato sauce off my husband's bare chest. He touched his
nipple and moved his piercing up and down and I KNEW Sven was getting hard,
like he always did when anyone touched his nipples.

I excused myself to go to the restroom while Sven was telling everyone how
according to the weather app on his phone it would be a very hot night.

I felt my heart beat fast as I locked the single-user restroom. I splashed
some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror above the
sink. I think I was starting to understand why I might be reacting so
strongly. It wasn't about Eric, it was about me. Was I... Was I jealous of
my own son?


- - -

Jealousy was a big problem at the beginning of my relationship with Sven
(and every other relationship I'd attempted prior). I was't really good at
"dating," ESPECIALLY in the gay world. On the one hand, I met most men at
gloryholes and sex clubs. On the other, I expected to meet someone willing
to commit to me and be my partner for life.

By the time I met Sven, I'd known enough gay men in open relationships that
I started to realize that might be something I'm into. Still, I went psycho
bitch on Sven several times at the beginning whenever I got jealous of the
idea of him with other men, even though he was always very honest about it.
It was when he suggested we could close our relationship that I realized it
was never about the other men, the problem was me. As soon as I worked on
that we started having a lot more fun together.

Still, even to this day I'd sometimes get pangs of jealousy when one of the
younger boys we played with called him Daddy. (Kids seemed to love doing
that these days. Or maybe we were just a magnet for the ones that do.) I
knew how much Sven was into twinks, and I'd never again be one.


- - -

I looked at myself in the restroom mirror, thinking about Eric and Sven. I
knew I had to do something, if for no other reason then to stop feeling
this way. And to think the four of us would be sharing a bedroom for the
first time tonight...



WILL:


It was INCREDIBLY generous of Eric's family to invite me over for this
trip, and I was very grateful. I'd never been outside the country. Whenever
one of my parents went on vacation with their spouse and kids, they'd send
me to stay over with my other parent. So this was my first family vacation.

And as such, it was full of firsts. My first nude beach. The first time
seeing someone get a blowjob in public. How was any of this real?! A lot of
the gay tourists in this town struck me as regulars who came back every
year. If they knew just how new this all felt to me they'd probably laugh.

Unlike me, Eric seem to take to it like a duck to water. He had no problem
getting naked at the beach. Even his behavior with his dads, as close as it
always was, seemed to get even closer and more relaxed. Especially Sven.

I didn't see too much of Sven after we kissed, but whenever I did I felt a
certain kinda way. Every time I saw him he seemed sexier, stronger, his
dick bigger; which probably had nothing to do with the way he actually
looked but the way *I* looked at him. I had to try to avoid him around the
house. He was naked almost all the time, and it was starting to take every
bit of willpower not to reach over and touch him. No, it was better I stay
away! Which is why when we first walked into the B&B and Eric noticed there
was only one bedroom for the four of us, I knew my avoiding tactic was over.

Seeing Eric wiping sauce off his dad's burly chest then licking his finger
gave me a hard-on, even though it was such a small thing. Eric squeezed my
thigh with his other hand while doing it, and I wondered what it would be
like to be in his shoes.

I had no idea what to expect from a gay nudist beach. At first it seemed
like any other beach. Except there were no women and children. And most of
the people were naked. And couples felt comfortable to kiss and rub lotion
all over each other's bodies. Okay, so it was nothing like any other beach.

I thought of my friends back home. My "vanilla friends," as David and Sven
called their friends who never went to nude places or parties, or talk
about sex or jerking off. What would they think if they saw me here now?
Did any of them do, or even think about these things the same way I did, it
was just never talked about?

Most of my friends and I couldn't even talk about watching porn (which I'm
sure we all did). And now, there was a real-life porn show right in front
of us at the beach. The couple of guys closest to us did everything short
of fucking right there. My back was starting to burn because I spent most
of the time lying on my stomach, hiding my erection. But even that would be
nothing compared to the show Eric and his dads gave me.

I'd seen David and Sven make out around the house plenty of times. But to
see them at the beach, Sven lying on top of David, so close to us their
legs were practically touching Eric's... it was even hotter. Maybe there
was something about being outdoors that made it more primal. My dick was so
hard in my speedos it was starting to hurt. I wondered if they were hard
themselves. You can't go on kissing for that long (and that passionately)
without getting hard, right?


Then just as we started to talk about leaving, bringing this whole crazy
experience to an end, Eric decided to take it further. He grabbed the
sunscreen and got on top of his dad. I wasn't sure if anyone could see my
eyes through my sunglasses but I didn't even care. I had to look!

Eric rubbed the lotion all over his dad's back, continuing on down to his
ass. Fuuuck, I was almost gonna cum! I lifted my hips the tiniest bit so my
dick wasn't touching the towel. Breathe, breathe, breathe. There Eric was,
kneading Sven's asscheeks, taking his time. It was all so hot and made even
hotter by the fact they were both completely naked, on top of one another!

I had no idea if this was the first time Eric was doing something like this
to one of his dads, but everyone was acting like it wasn't anything
unusual. Meanwhile, I was dripping so much precum it looked like I'd pissed
the towel. Eric tilted his head my way, as he continued to go down and
massage his dad's thighs.

"Wanna go for one last walk before we leave?" Eric suddenly jumped up and
expected me to join him. Fuck, there's no hiding my throbbing erection in
these speedos. I got up with my back to David and Sven so they wouldn't
see. Eric looked at me from the other side with a devilish grin on his
face. He led me to the "fuck cave" his dad had pointed out earlier.

"Wasn't that super fucking hot?!" Eric exclaimed as we walked away from our
towels. We were nearing the very edge of the beach and there was almost
nobody else around us.

"Um, what?" (You massaging your hot dad's ass while straddling him naked?!
YES!) I played dumb.

"Those two guys! When that guy with all the tattoos started sucking the
other guy off. I wonder if we'll see them around here... Look!"

We'd gotten to the end of the beach, only accessible because it was low
tide. There they were, the guy with the tattooed arms on his knees, giving
the guy that was wearing a cockring a blowjob. Two or three other men were
walking around slowly, cruising (another term I'd recently learned from
Eric's dads).

"Fuck, that's so hot!" Eric said and dropped to his knees, pulling down my
speedos. He wasn't wrong. I just hoped I had it in me to last longer than
two seconds without exploding in his mouth.

Any other day I'd have been too shy to get hard and perform in front of
strangers. But after everything that happened today, just in the past
couple of hours, I was so fucking horny. I didn't care about anyone else
around me. I managed to get completely out of my head, and shut off all the
voices telling me to worry about this or that. I got to enjoy my hot
boyfriend on his knees, blowing me. And if other men wanted to watch, that
was up to them.

For a brief moment the guy with the cockring and I looked at each other. We
were a couple of yards from each other, each of us standing with his
partner down on his knees. We made eye contact. Hey buddy, I thought, and I
could swear he smiled at me and nodded his head.

"Let's switch," I told Eric. My dick was so hard and sensitive, I felt like
I could shoot in his mouth any second. I got on my knees and he stood up,
his dick just as hard and already wet with precum.

I put it in my mouth and felt Eric's hands around my head. Instead of
letting me control the blowjob like we usually did, he started face-fucking
me and hitting the back of my throat. This was new. I started to gag and
pulled him out.

"Ease up, baby," I said and he started to go slower. He was just as horny
as me, I could feel it! After a few more thrusts, my throat started to
relax and I could take more of Eric's dick. He started to face-fuck me
again, starting slower and then going faster.

I opened my eyes and tried to look around while sucking. Some other guy was
jerking himself off while looking at us, but kept his distance. The
tattooed guy was getting off his knees and turning around. His partner spit
in his own hand, rubbed tattooed guy's hole, and put his dick in between
his cheeks.

Fuck. They're gonna fuck, I thought and pulled Eric's dick out of my mouth
and started stroking it faster and faster.

"Oh my god, baby, I'm close," he moaned loudly. "Switch!"

I got up and he got back on his knees. I felt his warm mouth around my dick
again. His hands were tugging on my balls. Cockring guy was now fucking his
partner, the top's hands on the bottom's shoulders, as he pounded back and
forth aggressively.

"Get up," I told Eric. He knew exactly what I meant and positioned his ass
to my dick.

There was no lube. There were other people around. But I knew if I didn't
take advantage of this moment I'd regret it forever. It was like I didn't
even know who I was anymore but I didn't care. Nothing would stop me now.

My dick entered Eric's hole surprisingly easy, considering there was no
prior prep. Fuck, this boy is horny, I thought.

"You like that?" I asked, my voice deeper than usual.

"Oh yes. Fuck me," he said, as I felt his hole clench my cock.

Every now and then we would look at the other couple fucking. It was like
we were cheering each other on.

"I'm getting close," I said after a couple of minutes.

"Hold on, please hold on," Eric whimpered in ecstasy. "Don't stop. Fuck me
a bit longer. Oh baby don't stop. I think I can cum by you fucking me."

I continued to thrust, dangerously close to the edge. When...

"Eric?" Sven's voice said.

Eric and I both looked up.

I had two choices: pull my dick out, and stand in front of my boyfriend's
dad naked, my hard dick glistening with precum from fucking his son. Or:
continue fucking.

I continued fucking.

Sven stood in front of us, a few feet away, the sun hitting his gorgeous
naked body.

I thrusted back and forth in Eric's ass, not missing a beat. I felt him
back his ass up against me a couple of times. I took that as encouragement
to carry on.

"Hey Daddy, what's up?" Eric asked casually.

The other couple was still fucking as well. They either didn't notice Sven
or didn't care he was there.

"Just wanted to make sure you're okay," Sven said, looking both of us
straight in the eyes the entire time. I thrusted inside Eric's ass as his
dad spoke. I was so close to cumming! I looked down and noticed Eric's
erect dick swing up and down as I fucked him while he was looking at his
Dad straight in the eyes. "We need to go soon," Sven continued saying,
"your dad keeps going on about missing our reservation."

"Sure thing, just a couple more, ahhhh-- minutes, is that okay?"

I had to hand it to him, Eric did a decent job at talking with a normal
voice while being fucked, but you could still hear him groaning. Sweat was
running down our bodies from head to toe.

"Sure, don't rush. Except, we gotta go soon so many rush a little bit,"
Sven said and winked at us.

Fuck, I was so close! I bet I would cum the second Sven left!

He turned around and started to walk away.

"Hey, Daddy?" Eric said after him.

"Yes?" Sven turned back around and looked at us.

"Thank you for taking us here. I love you."

Sven smiled. "I love you too."

Fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming.

I started filling Eric's hole right then and there. I moaned softly only
because there were other people there, but I felt like screaming at the top
of my lungs. Fuck, this  felt good! I thrust a couple more times, pushing
my jizz deeper and deeper inside him. And that wasn't all.

As soon as he felt my dick unloading inside his hole, Eric started to cum
as well. He was right, he managed to cum just from being fucked. His hands
were on his waist as a HUGE load shot out of his cock, rocketed upwards,
and landed with a splat right in front of his dad's feet in the sand.

Sven still had on a paternal smile, as he winked at us one last time before
walking away.



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