Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2022 16:46:56 -0500
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Brother and His Husband: Chapter 39

Chapter 39: "Double Blowjob, Pt. II"
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OWEN:

    Rory's babies had a tendency of being born first thing in the
morning. It felt like just yesterday we were rushing into the hospital,
awaiting the birth of his first son Phoenix. Now, a year and a half
later, we were back here as Rory's wife had gone into labor.

    I tapped my foot while I stood in the hospital elevator with my
husband and his dad Stephen. With all of the excitement of childbirth,
none of us was even acknowledging what happened last night: Stephen
watching (and jerking off!) while I fucked my husband's ass right in
front of him. I was fairly certain that my sperm was still inside
Taylor's ass right now. If he could get pregnant, we'd probably be on
baby 16 by now.

    "Any minute now," Rory told us when we met him in the waiting room.
He seemed frazzled and excited, and I didn't blame him for not spending
too much time with us before returning to the delivery room to rejoin his
wife and his mother, who was also there.

    "Sooooo... how do we kill time?" Taylor asked as "any minute now"
turned out to be over three hours of waiting. None of us wanted to leave,
but waiting around at the hospital was truly getting tedious. When
Phoenix was born at this very hospital, I'd killed time by
giving expectant-father Rory a blowjob. Now, Rory wasn't around to do
that with, but since I was in a cocksucking mood I figured I might as
well tend to the other Johnston brother.

    "Come with me," I whispered to Taylor, and he and I snuck off to the
single-stall bathroom where I'd sucked Rory's dick a year and a half ago.
When he saw me pulling him into a public restroom, my husband knew
exactly where this was going. The bathroom door hadn't even closed behind
us yet and Taylor and I already had our tongues in one another's mouths,
kissing passionately while rubbing each other's growing bulges.

    "Do you want a blowjob?" my husband offered, nibbling on my lower
lip.

    "I thought I'd do you instead," I said. "You know, this is the same
bathroom where I sucked your brother's dick for the first time?"

    "Well then, we gotta keep up with tradition," Taylor smirked, placing
his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down until I was on my knees, my
nose pressed up against his crotch.

    I took a big whiff as I pulled down Taylor's sweats and breathed in
his musk. Unsurprisingly, my husband was freeballing today. All the
kissing and rubbing was already having an effect on his cock -- by the
time I took it in my mouth, it was already almost completely hard! I
nursed on the flared cockhead, swallowing Taylor's precum and getting him
to peak arousal... just as the bathroom door opened.

    I panicked for a moment, worried about what might happen and kicking
myself for forgetting to lock the door. I looked at the doorway and
instant relief washed over me when I realized it was Taylor's dad Stephen
standing there.

    "I saw you come in here and... you were taking so long that I got
worried," the older man said.

    With his son's hard dick still in my mouth, I looked at Stephen's
face. Somehow, I wasn't buying his excuse. I had a feeling he knew
exactly what we were doing here; otherwise why would he walk in without
knocking? He was hoping to catch us like this.

    "You better shut the door," I said to Stephen after taking his son's
cock out of my mouth with a loud plop. "But you can come in if you want."

    I had a feeling my husband would not object to this invitation. One
look up at Taylor's smirking face and I saw that I was right. I closed my
eyes and got back to work on my husband's engorged and dripping member. I
heard the bathroom door click shut, and then there was silence, aside
from the wet sounds of what I was doing. For a moment I thought Stephen
might not have come in after all, leaving us to ourselves. But just as a
sense of disappointment was about to set in, I heard the sound of the
door locking. Taylor and I were several feet from the door, so I knew it
had to be Stephen securing our privacy.

    He took a few steps, which echoed off the tiled walls, and then I
sensed my father-in-law's closeness as he moved to stand right next to
his firstborn son. Knowing he had an up-close view now, I made a show of
slowly taking Taylor's whole cock down my throat, and then sliding back
and almost all the way off, his cockhead in my mouth and getting a
thorough tongue bath. As soon as his father had entered the room, my
husband had started producing a ton of precum. I felt my own cock throb
and shoot out some of its own juice.

    After everything that happened, I was happy for my husband and his
dad. My own father and I had been pretty sexually open around one
another since my teens, and I knew Taylor had always been a bit envious
of our dynamic.

    Opening my eyes, I was treated to the sight of my father-in-law
groping his hard cock through his jeans. His erection was clearly visible
(he favored pants that fit snugly, something I'd always appreciated).
Feeling excited, I reached out and placed my hand next to his and gripped
Stephen's cock along with him. Our fingers touched for a moment and then
he withdrew his hand to let me have full access. I was also pleased to
see that he'd reached an arm around Taylor's back and shoulder, almost
pulling his son into a half-hug. There was no hesitation there, which
just made me even hornier.

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    Emboldened by the close contact between father and son, I reached for
Stephen's fly. Groping him through his jeans was hot, but I needed to
feel the skin of my father-in-law's cock in my hand. I undid the buttons
and Stephen's cock sprung out, right into my hand. In the rush to get to
the hospital this morning, he seemed to have forgotten to put any
underwear on, which saved me some trouble.

    "Going commando, eh Dad?" Taylor said to his father as he grabbed my
head tighter and fucked my face a little faster.

    "Yeah, whatcha gonna do?" Stephen replied with a chuckle. "I'm
running out of underwear here, I need to do some laundry."

    "You can just borrow some of ours," my husband said to his dad. I
felt Taylor's cock throb again in my mouth as he made his offer, and I
swallowed the incoming wads of pre-jizz.

    Stephen's daddy dick was thick and heavy, though not quite as long as
his son's. Just like his son, he'd already been leaking quite a bit, and
with only a few strokes I managed to slick up his entire shaft. My
father-in-law moaned as I picked up the pace of my stroking to match the
speed at which I sucked off his elder son.

    Then, pulling off Taylor, I looked up into Stephen's eyes for a
second before diving down onto his cock while I started stroking my
husband. I could taste Stephen's precum, thick and salty, with a
different yet similar flavor to his son's. I moaned as I savored it. I
was hard as a rock in my pants, with my cock snaking up one side of my
legs and pumping out a good amount of its own sticky fluid. It felt
incredible, to be sucking off this father-and-son duo side by side. While
this wasn't my first time getting sexually involved with a guy and his
dad, these two men were incredibly special to me. And I knew this
experience meant just as much to them as well -- even more, probably,
considering they were breaking barriers between them for the very first
time! Over the next few minutes, I moved back and forth between the two
cocks, stroking whichever one I wasn't sucking at the time.

    "Doesn't it feel good, getting sucked off by a dude?" Taylor asked
his dad, sounding thrilled to even have the chance to say those words to
him. Stephen paused for a moment and then chuckled mischievously.

    "You say that like you think this is the first time," my
father-in-law replied, and if my mouth hadn't been full of his cock I
might have laughed, because for once Taylor didn't have any kind of
comeback. I think he was shocked to realize that his father might be
kinkier than he'd assumed. I'd always suspected Stephen had a naughty,
adventurous side; but the events of yesterday and today were beyond what
I'd ever expected.

    I was working both their cocks fast now, and I knew the father and
son were probably getting close. Who would cum first? I spread the
fingers of both my hands to feel their nutsacks. Taylor's was hairier
than his father's, and I wondered if Stephen manscaped or if he was
naturally smoother. Both of them were tightened up and I knew I only had
a few seconds. Pulling off of Stephen, I started working both of them at
the same pace with my hands, and brought their cockheads close together,
right in front of my open mouth.

    "Oh fuck," Stephen moaned, probably in awe of what he was seeing and
what was about to happen.

    "Let's fill my husband's mouth with our cum, Dad," Taylor said, and I
saw him lean into his father's embrace a little more.

    I couldn't quite tell who started shooting first, but a second later
I felt both cockheads squirting their juices right onto my waiting
tongue. A lot more followed from both of them, and I refrained from
swallowing right away so that I could savor the taste of a father and
son's seed. I knew the taste of Taylor's jizz better than any other, and
as I tasted it mixed together with Stephen's, I felt my own load start to
coat my hip. I was cumming inside my pants.

    I looked up at the two orgasming men to see them both smiling back
down at me, looking extremely satisfied. As their climaxes began to fade
and the flow of semen into my mouth slowed, I made a show of how much I
had on my tongue before finally starting to swallow the loads. There was
so much that it took a few gulps to get all of it down. After cleaning
both of them off, I finally let go and moved back to a standing position
with their help.

    "That was... fucking amazing," Stephen said, taking a deep breath as
he tucked his equipment back into his tight pants. "Thanks, son," he
added, looking at me and then at Taylor. I knew he meant that for us
both.

    "Thank YOU," I said in reply, "for helping make this a tradition."

    "Tradition?" Stephen asked, looking back and forth between us.

    "I'll tell you later," Taylor said, sounding amused as he zipped up
his fly. "Let's get out of here."

    After a quick glance down the hallway to make sure that three men
exiting the restroom wouldn't attract any undue attention, we walked back
out to the waiting room. As soon as we got there, a frantic-looking Rory
came running in with a huge smile on his face.

    "It's a boy!" he announced joyfully. "I have another son."

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