Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2019 21:15:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Drayk Subject: The Bonds Among Family Chapter 2 I hope you enjoy this, readers. Just a story of love and family from the depths of my imagination. Usual disclaimers of legal consumption and copyright (Drayk 2019) apply. Please, after you read, consider supporting Nifty if you at all can. It's cause of all of us that this great archive of stories is here for us. Thanks for reading my tale. Enjoy! The Bonds Among Family Chapter 2 Aaron came slowly to wakefulness. For a moment he was confused, waking up in an unfamiliar place, not to mention the heat radiating weight sprawled partially across him. Then his memory caught up and he looked down at the sleep tossed hair of his ten year old son. Cody was lying on his stomach, his legs and one arm tangled together such that Aaron couldn't imagine how it was comfortable enough to sleep. The other arm was draped across Aaron's stomach. Aaron smiled and simply enjoyed the moment, holding his son in a way he hadn't for a couple years now. They were certainly not a family adverse to showing affection, but Cody had been a bit less prone to it since he 'wasn't a kid anymore.' Aaron chuckled silently to himself. After last night it was clear Cody had grown up more than he could have guessed. Regardless, Aaron was happy to simply enjoy the moment of father and son intimacy. Eventually the morning demands of bladder and stomach grew insistent and Aaron reluctantly decided to get up. He gently kissed Cody's soft brown hair before carefully extricating himself from the boy's grasp. Cody mumbled at the disturbance but did not wake as Aaron climbed out of the bed and rearranged the blanket over his son. Aaron indulged another moment watching the boy sleep. As always, when he had a moment like this, Aaron's heart felt like it would burst with love and pride for his sons. He was constantly amazed to see how his boys grew and what they did. Aaron smiled widely and kissed Cody's forehead once more before finally leaving the room. Aaron went to his own room and into the master bathroom. Standing at the toilet, still naked, he finally let loose his stream. A sigh escaped him as his piss flowed into the bowl, a night's worth of pressure finally released. Eventually the stream stopped and Aaron shook off the last drops. Turning, Aaron looked at himself in the mirror, examining himself and making himself think about what happened the night before. His dark red hair, normally short and styled in layered spikes, was crushed down from sleep. Green eyes, a deep dark shade of emerald, ran across the face in the mirror, taking in the day's growth of beard, a shade lighter than his hair. Two sets of silver rings pierced each earlobe, along with an industrial bar through the top of the left one. Lower, each nipple carried a beaded horseshoe style ring. Spreading across his muscular chest, over his shoulders and down his arms and back ran intricate tattoos. The colored ink was masterful in design, flowing together in a tapestry of art that not only told of Aaron's life, but also accentuated the firm, strong muscles that rippled across his skin. A light dusting a fur flowed over his chest, tapering into a narrow treasure trail running down to a trimmed patch of pubic hair framing the soft, dangling, cut penis hanging between his legs. The tattooed pattern of his lower back wrapped around his waist and a number of woven lines ran down the shaft of his dick. The head showed a hole where it had been pierced with a PA, though currently he wasn't wearing the jewelry. His large balls hung low in their smooth sack. Muscular legs held and supported the body Aaron had built. Aaron brought his eyes back to his face, looking himself in the eyes through the mirror. "You had sex with your underage son." Somehow saying the words aloud make the experience seem both more and less real. Hearing the words would be unbelievable even a day ago, and yet were undeniable. The fact was said, the daylight of morning giving witness to the truth. Aaron had slept with a minor, his own flesh and blood. Aaron couldn't really believe it was real, or that he had gone along with it. Still, the sense of knowledge he had felt last night, the certain truth in the back of his mind that Cody had wanted that to happen was there. A vague sense of guilt tried to have its say but could not stand against the absolute understanding that Cody was more than okay with the sex they had shared. "You had sex with your underage son," Aaron said again. Then he smiled, accepting everything. "And it was really good." Aaron laughed a bit, in true pleasure with his life and the day to come. He jumped in the shower and quickly cleaned up before starting it. While he soaped up his chiseled body his thoughts relived the night. Cody in a snug thong, his cute hairless ass shown off beautifully. The ten year old mouth against his own, and wrapped around his thick cock. Aaron's dick rose to full hardness as his mind replayed the events. Aaron took hold of himself and groaned in pleasure. In his aroused state, it only took a few strokes as he imagined what would come next with his son before Aaron shot off his load against the shower door. Aaron half collapsed against the wall, this orgasm nearly as intense as his previous one. Thick ropes of cum dripped down the glass before Aaron scooped it up and sucked it off his fingers with an appreciative grunt. His cock remained half hard, swinging heavily between his legs as he finished bathing and climbed out. He stood for a moment in his room, enjoying his nudity and semi-aroused state. At last Aaron gave himself a shake and pulled on a pair of green trunks before going down to prepare breakfast. Aaron was half way through cooking some bacon and toast when he heard Cody's footsteps coming into the kitchen. He glanced over and saw his freshly showered son walking in, still wearing nothing more than his small little thong. Aaron had raised his children without a stigma about nudity and their bodies so it was common for them to hang around at home in their underwear. None had ever worn anything like this openly though. Not that Aaron would complain. Cody looked even better wearing it in the sunlight. Aaron opened his arms for a hug from his son. "You know your brothers will be home soon. Sure you want them to see you like that?" "I don't mind, Daddy," Cody accepted the invitation, wrapping his arms around his dad's torso. "So long as you're happy with it." "I love it, Cody. And I love you," Aaron held Cody close, his hands sliding down the boy's back to take hold of his smooth butt. "Thongs definitely suit you. And your cute little butt." Cody giggled and wiggled his ass in Aaron's hands. "You like my butt, Daddy?" "Very much," Aaron squeezed the small mounds then released his son. Turning back to the cooking bacon, he had to ask. "So now tell me, Cody. Where and how did you get a thong? Let alone one sized for you?" Cody fell silent. From the corner of his eye, Aaron looked over and recognized Cody's stance. It was his uncertain hesitation of if he'd be in trouble or not. Resisting the urge to grin, Aaron counted down mentally. Right on cue, Cody finally spoke. "Promise you won't be mad?" Cody cautiously asked. "Depends on what you say next. But I promise to listen to the full story before deciding," Aaron began to make plates for the two of them, waiting for Cody to continue. "Also what made you think I'd wanna see you in one?" Aaron let a note of humor into his voice to ease Cody's worry. "Well..." Cody hesitated, then launched into his explanation. "You remember a few months ago when you had that guy over? He had a keychain kinda tattoo around his wrist?" "Matt," Aaron remembered the hot hookup he'd had with the athletic black man. "I remember." He idly rubbed himself through his underwear, his dick starting to fill to half hardness. "Well I saw him when you came home with him. Was going to the bathroom. He was hot!" Cody blushed at the memory and Aaron chucked at his son's earnestness. "But you're still hotter, Daddy!" "Anyway, you came in and I saw you both kissing and touching each other. It got me hard. It was hot, much better than pictures on the internet. So, I, uh, watched you. When you went to your room, I followed and saw. Well? Everything. I guess." Aaron was mildly surprised at the revelation. Not that Cody was looking up porn, that he already knew. But that he had been watched by his son during a one night stand was new. And actually made the memory even sexier. He indicated that Cody should continue. "Watching you have sex was really awesome and made my penis so hard it hurt. But what I really liked was how he looked when you took down his pants. He looked sexy in that red thong. But was I most liked was your reaction, Daddy. You really seemed to like seeing him like that," Cody paused and looked a little embarrassed. "All I could think about was how much I wanted you to look at me like that." He sheepishly looked at his dad, a blush flushing his face. Aaron's own cock was now painfully hard in his tight trunks. Remembering the wild sex of that night and, indeed, how amazingly hot Matt looked in his thong as his pants came down. Knowing that his prepubescent boy had seen them, was playing with his small dick, took his memory to a place he could not have imagined. "Anyway," Cody continued. "After that night, I wanted to find a way to do that for you. Get you to give me that same look. So I searched online and eventually found a place that had them. I used your credit card and ordered a pair in the smallest size I could. I watched the mail every day so you wouldn't find it first." The boy laughed. "When I finally got it and put it on, I really really liked it. I wanna wear a thong all the time!" For his part, Aaron took a brief time to absorb the story. He'd have to talk about using his card to buy things without asking, but he realized it wouldn't be a severe talk. After he had lustily swallowed Cody's cock through that thong, he couldn't well criticize the purchase. Aaron met his son's eyes and gestured him over. As Cody came around the table, Aaron drank in the sight of the all but naked boy, his thong barely concealing his cute private treasures. Aaron lifted Cody and set him firmly on his lap, his cotton covered erection pressing into Cody's nude butt, then locked his mouth against the boy's. Cody wiggled his ass on the big dick under him as both guys made out like the new lovers they were. Finally breaking the kiss, Aaron set his son down and stood up. "We'll definitely get you more thongs, Cody. Your butt was made for them." He kissed Cody again. "But your brothers will be home soon, so we need to behave." Aaron gave the boy's ass a playful smack and noted with interest the shudder that ran through his body and the slight gasp of pleasure. Gonna have to explore that more, Aaron though to himself. Aaron and Cody cleaned up the remains of their breakfast, then retired to the living room. Both remained in their underwear as Cody started playing Minecraft on the PS4 and Aaron did some work on his laptop. They spent half an hour or so just spending a normal Saturday, same as any other, when they heard a car pulling in to the driveway. Cody glanced up for a moment as the door opened but his game was much more interesting than his brothers getting home. Aaron, meanwhile, set his laptop aside and readied himself for what he knew was coming. The door burst open and a blur of motion flew in and launched itself at Aaron. "Ugh!" Aaron grunted, half in actual pain as Derek, his six year old hyperenergetic son thew himself into his arms. Derek had light blond hair that he wore long, brushing his shoulders. His dark blue eyes sparkled with excitement at seeing his dad again. He wrapped his small arms around Aaron's neck and planted a youthful kiss on Aaron's cheek while describing in endless detail his sleepover at his best friend's house. "And then we watched Moana again and it was so cool and after we played video games and Jeremy fell asleep so I kept playing but then I fell asleep and fell over on him which woke him up and..." Derek's sweet voice went seemingly without the need to actually breathe. Aaron let Derek ramble with a practiced ear, picking out the important points. He stood up, carrying his youngest son in one arm and went to greet his oldest. Lance was an athletic high school senior, seventeen years old, with short black hair and steel gray eyes. Years of wrestling, the reason Cody had gotten interested in the sport actually, had given Lance a strong musculature that was impressive by any measure. He also had a pair of earrings, done when he was fourteen a the same time Aaron had gotten his second set. The joint piercing trip was part of his birthday that year. Lance's skin tight shirt clung to his form and he wore his jeans sagging below his ass, revealing his round bubble butt in designer briefs for the world to see. "Hey, Dad," Lance grasped his father's hand and the two men hugged as best they could with Derek still clinging to Aaron. "How goes?" "Good. How'd it go?" Aaron set down the boy in his arm. "Go put your stuff in your room and see if Cody will let you join him, okay? "Okay, Daddy!" Derek grabbed his things off the floor where he'd dropped them and tore off towards his room. Aaron turned back to his oldest boy. "So?" "It went great, Dad. Nothing to worry about," Lance's smile was a little distant, thinking about the night he'd had. "Zack and my first anniversary was a total success. Thanks for your help planning it." Lance's face flushed a bit. "It was really good." Aaron smiled knowingly. "I should hope so," he laughed gently at his son's inadvertent confession of his intimate activities. "I'm really happy for you, Lance. I'm glad you're both happy together." "We are, Dad," Lance's smile showed clearly the feelings he had for his boyfriend. As he headed towards his room, he paused. "Actually, Dad, we talked about some stuff last night and I was hoping I could ask you some things later? Maybe get your help again?" "Of course!" Aaron said. "Everything alright?" "Yeah," Lance gave a half shrug. "Just a thing to go over is all. I'll come see you later, if that's cool?" "Sure. You know you can always come to me for anything." "I know, Dad. Thanks," Lance walked through the living room toward his room while Aaron stepped into the kitchen for a refill of his soda. "Holy fuck! Cody's wearing a thong!" Aaron heard Lance exclaim behind him. "Damn he looks hot like that." Aaron glanced back in the living room. Cody had been joined by Derek and both were intently watching their game, lying on their stomachs. Lance was part way up the stairs to the second floor. "What was that, Lance?" Aaron asked. "Huh? I didn't say anything, Dad," Lance stopped on the steps and looked back in slight confusion. Aaron frowned. "I just thought I heard you say something, but didn't catch it." "Nope," Lance shrugged. "Dad! You're interrupting our game!" Cody complained, giving a grumpy look to his older family members. Derek was absorbed by the game but Cody was turned around confronting them. "Hah," Aaron laughed and raised his hands placatingly. "Sorry, we'll leave you to your game. Have fun." He entered the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. Weird, he thought. Could have sworn he said something about Cody's underwear. Nobody else did, seemed like. Pretty sure I didn't imagine it, but maybe I did? Aaron shook his had, unable to make sense of the strange moment. He went back to the living room and was soon joined by his oldest son, completing the family. The four of them spent the rest of the Saturday normally, each going about their day together or separate, same as any other day. Cody spent the entire day wearing just his thong, which Aaron enjoyed greatly despite a few times of having to conceal his swelling organ due to the sight. His brothers didn't seem to care beyond some good natured teasing by Lance and a giggled comment about seeing his butt from Derek. Aaron was again glad his boys got along so well and that Cody's new favorite underwear was taken as normal by the others. Later that evening, after a dinner prepared with Derek's enthusiastic help, Aaron sent his two younger boys to the media room to watch a movie for a while as he took care of some things in the office. As he went upstairs, he sent a quick text to Lance. [I'll be upstairs for a while. Come up any time you wanna chat.] He then settled on the couch with his tablet and did some minor busy work while he waited. About fifteen minutes later, Lance tapped lightly on the door frame and asked if he could come in. "Of course, Lance." Aaron set aside his tablet and indicated the couch next to him. "Have a seat. What did you wanna talk about?" Lance took a few steps to cross the room, and took the offered seat. In those moments, Aaron found himself looking at his son in a new light. Lance had lost his shirt during the day, so his torso was on full display. The firm slabs of his chest drew Aaron's gaze before running down his flat stomach. The ridges of Lance's abs were maybe not as chiseled as Aaron's own, but were still a well defined six pack that let into the young man's underwear. The bulging muscles in Lance's arms, used in his matches to grapple and hold in a powerful grasp, flexed under Lance's smooth skin. Aaron found himself wanting to run his hands across those muscles, to feel the hairless chest and strong arms. He pushed the thought away so he could focus on helping his son. Despite that decision, Aaron nonetheless appreciated the mounds of his sagging son's solid ass, hidden only by his gray briefs, as Lance sat next to him. "So, this is kinda a sorta strange thing, Dad," Lance took a breath, gathering his nerves. "It's one part advice, if you can give it, and one part...sorta a favor. Kind of anyway. It's a bit complicated." "I'll help however I can, son. You know you can talk to me about anything." "I know, Dad," Lance smiled and took another deep breath. "Thanks. So here's the thing. Zack and I talked a lot last night. And, uh...we decided we both want to see other guys." Aaron start to respond before Lance kept going. "We're not breaking up or anything. We are both very happy together." Lance grinned a bit sheepishly. "We actually both said we loved each other last night. Like, actually saying the words, not just sorta hinting at it." Aaron was happy to hear of the growing relationship. "So, then?" Aaron asked. "You want to explore other relationships? Or are you two just not providing each other enough sex?" "Dad!" Lance flushed bright red at the tease. "It's not like that." He regained his composure. "We love each other, but after talking we realized that we both have other guys who we are really attracted to. Actually, we both have guys who we kinda love already and we decided that, assuming they were interested, we should be able to see where it might go." "So you want my advice on having an open relationship? A poly one?" Aaron asked. "More poly than open, based on what we know of the terms. Like, we don't wanna just sleep with any guys we see, exactly. Just specific ones. If they are into us. We spent a long time talking about like, who all we'd wanna sleep with, or date, or whatever. And what our own relationship would be like. We definitely wanna stay boyfriends." "Well so far, it sounds like you guys are on top of things. My best advice is just to keep up the communication. Talk with each other a lot, and be honest about anything you're feeling. And do the same with any other partners you have. Open honesty is vital in relationships, regardless of what form it takes," Aaron draped his arm over Lance's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "I'm really proud of you, son. Sounds like you and Zack are doing well and handing this decision very well, too." "Thanks, Dad," Lance settled into his dad's arm, enjoying the closeness and support he was getting. "There is something, else, though." "Go ahead, Lance," Aaron's fingers massaged Lance's shoulder soothingly. "Well," Lance cleared his throat and stalled for a moment. "I said there were already a couple guys we had our eyes on?" And that we kinda or were already in love with them?" Lance waited for his dad's nod before going on. "Well, it's about the first guy Zack said he was into. I was pretty surprised, but I honestly can't argue. He's super hot." "What's the problem then," Aaron asked. "The problem is that I'm pretty close to him. I don't know I'd be okay if he and Zack were to hook up unless I was also doing the same," Lance sighed and nervously fidgeted a bit. "That makes sense. Did you and Zack talk about this?" "Yeah, a lot. Part of why I'm talking to you, actually," Lance started to pick at an imaginary thread on his jeans. "Sorry...I'm not really sure how to ask this." "Take your time, son," Aaron comforted Lance, hugging him closer. "Do I know this guy? Might help if I knew who you were were talking about." Lance let out a short laugh. "You could say that, yeah, Dad," Lance swallowed, then looked up and met Aaron's eyes. A shock of understanding went through Aaron. "Oh. I see." Lance held his dad's eyes with his gaze. "Zack wants to sleep with you. But I'm not okay with you fucking my boyfriend unless you're also fucking me." "Lance, I..." Aaron started to say before he stopped. A rush of thoughts flashed through his head but quickly vanished. As he looked into Lance's eyes, he felt the same certainty he'd felt with Cody. "It's okay, Dad. I want this. I want you," he heard Lance say, though his face and mouth seemed to stay unmoving. The understanding he felt settled into Aaron's mind and he smiled. "I love you, Lance," Aaron pulled his son closer and pressed his lips against Lance's. He pulled back after a moment and looked at Lance's face, taking in the features with a new perspective. "You are amazing." Aaron locked his mouth back on Lance's, making out with the young man. Lance returned the kiss with a hunger that surprised Aaron, but was undeniably hot in its passion. The two men nearly fought with their tongues wrestling each other. Aaron couldn't help comparing his two boys. Kissing Cody was intense but gentle, exploring and getting to know each other. Lance kissed with intent, seeming to try to taste as much of his father as he possibly could. Aaron found himself loving his son more than ever, enjoying kissing him as much as he had been into kissing Cody. His dick stiffened into full hardness within seconds, the head forcing its way over the elastic waistband. Lance grabbed hold of Aaron's nipple ring and tugged firmly on it, twisting and playing with the pieced nub almost painfully. "Ah!" cried Aaron. "Careful, Lance!" "Sorry," Lance said breathlessly. "I've just wanted to play with these for ages." He kept pulling on the rings but eased up slightly, causing Aaron sharp spikes of pleasure. "Oh, god, Lance," Aaron took hold of one of Lance's nipples, returning the sensation. The teenager growled in lust, his sensitive nipples always a favorite erogenous zone. Aaron pulled Lance's head closer and gently bit his earlobe before running his tongue across the edge of the ear. He noticed happily as his son shuddered in his embrace, goosebumps lifting across his skin. "Ugh, fuck!" Lance, taken unprepared for the feeling cried out and yanked hard on Aaron's nipple ring. This time Aaron didn't object, the mixed pain and pleasure causing his cock to throb. Precum leaked out of slip and tricked down the shaft. Aaron latched his mouth on the side of Lance's neck. He licked and sucked firmly, deliberately leaving a hickie on his son. He felt the need to mark the moment, to leave some evidence of their incestuous coupling. Lance clearly approved, given the ecstatic whimper he made. "Fuck, Dad," Lance pulled away and paused the action for a moment. "You are so fucking hot. I can't wait to have you pounding my ass." He grabbed hold of Aaron's rod and squeezed it firmly. "Fuck! You're huge!" Lance slid down to the floor between Aaron's legs and dove for the exposed leaking cock head. The seventeen year old nursed on the tip, swallowing the sweet precum as it flowed from the piss slit. Aaron's dick got even harder hearing his son's words, watching him start to suck on the cock that made him. His eyes went down Lance's muscular back, the toned shapes flexing as they held Lance in his position. Lower, Aaron took in the glorious sight of Lance's ass. The sight was familiar, Lance's pants rarely covered any more than half his butt, usually less. Knowing he was about to slide deep into that ass brought a lustful leer to his face. Lance noticed the expression and smiled with mischievous grin, knowing what was going through his dad's head. Lance's jeans had slid entirely off his ass, being held up only by his own erection. The hard wrestler globes were tightly held in gray patterned briefs, gloriously filling the designer underwear for Aaron's eyes. Unable to resist it, Aaron leaned over, careful not to disrupt Lance's happy sucking, and grabbed hold of the mounds. He rubbed and squeezed the cheeks, enjoying the firm shapes. On a whim, guessing correctly it would be welcomed, Aaron gave one asscheek a sharp slap. Lance gasped in clear bliss, gasping out "Yes, that, don't stop," before latching back on the cock. Aaron obliged, giving his son's ass several rapid spankings thorough the briefs. Lance was moaning nonstop in joy, loving the warm sting of his butt and the giant cock in his mouth. He pulled down his dad's trunks and took as much of the hard shaft as he could. The head shoved against the back of his throat, causing him to gag slightly at the thickness. He let off, took a breath, and then carefully relaxed his throat and went back down, this time managing to take the rod all the way into his throat. He could hardly believe where he was, between his dad's thickly muscled legs, deep throating his thick hard shaft, while Aaron's hands slid beneath his underwear, soothing the redly spanked skin before spreading his ass and running a finger across his needy hole. Lance moaned and the combined stimulation of everything caused him to spasm, his body clenching and unclenching as an orgasm ripped through his body. It wasn't enough to cause him to cum, but the orgasm nonetheless pulsed through him. Lance pulled himself off Aaron's cock, letting his jeans fall to the floor. He shoved his briefs down after and spun around, dropping to his hands and knees, naked ass facing his dad. "Do it, Dad!" he looked back over his shoulder. "Give me that cock, I need you in me, fuck me please!" Aaron wasn't about to argue. Wasting no time, he stepped to the desk and pulled out a bottle of lube. "Sure you're ready, son?" "Yes!" Lance begged. "Fill my hole with your cock, fuck me so then you can fuck Zack. Both of us want you so bad!" "You got it," Aaron dropped to his knees behind his oldest son. Taking ahold of the boy's ass again, he spent a moment enjoying the view. He spread Lance's cheeks revealing a tight pink hole, the muscle pulsing in eagerness. Hanging down below, Lance's rock hard cock, just under eight inches, and large balls swung heavily. Aaron ran a finger down the crack, pushing slightly when he reached that hole, which opened to allow his fingertip in. Aaron declined the invite for a moment, finishing the run down the crack before taking hold of his son's cock and balls. "Please," Lance whimpered. "Just fuck me. I need it." "Soon, Lance, I promise," Aaron smiled and slapped the ass in gentle rebuke. Lance gasped which became a surprised and held breath as Aaron dropped his face and buried his tongue in his son's asshole. As he lapped and drove his tongue into the tight ring, Lance's arms gave out and his torso collapsed to the floor. He cradled his head in his arms and just moaned nonstop as his father rimmed him. Aaron feasted on Lance's ass for several minutes, loving the sounds he was causing his son to make. One of the best things for him was always knowing the pleasure he was giving his partner. Being able to give his son such bliss was better than almost anything prior. Finally, Aaron made himself stop eating Lance's ass. He grabbed the lube and slathered his cock. Aaron rubbed his dickhead into Lance's crack, resting the head against the young man's ready hole. "Feel that, son?" Aaron held there, pushing against the ring ever so slightly. Lance nodded several times. "That's my fat cock, the same one that created you. I'm gonna fuck you with it. Ready, Lance?" Lance was almost insensible with arousal. All he could muster was a mumbled cascade of "yes, please, fuck me," and similar. Desperate to have that dick in him, he pushed his ass back against it, pulling into his ass the head of his dad's cock. Aaron and Lance both gasped and sighed as the head popped into the tight hole. The warm confines of Lance's ass clung to his rod and the familiar feel of pushing into another guy sent waves of pleasure across Aaron. Carefully, Aaron slid deeper, sliding his shaft into his boy, the hole stretching to encompass his thickness. Lance was speechless as he was filled with his dad's huge hard cock. It felt twice as big as it had looked, but gave only bliss as it forced its way inside. Finally he felt Aaron's hips against his, both men's balls bumping against each other. "Oh, fuck, god, yes." A litany of meaningless words came from him as Lance felt himself overwhelmed by the full feeling coming from his hole. Aaron pulled out slowly, just leaving the tip of his dick in Lance, then slid gently back in. He marveled at being inside his flesh and blood, the tight ass clamped around him. He repeated the stroke several times, carefully pushing in and out of his first born son. Lance groaned. "I'm ready, Dad. Fuck me!" he pushed himself back against a thrust, needing to feel his dad deeper. "I can take it. Use those powerful muscles and give it to me. Fucking slam my ass, damn it!" Hearing Lance urge him on overpowered the concerned hesitancy Aaron was feeling. He growled in lust and took firm hold of Lance's hips. "Be careful what you ask for, boy." He pulled he shaft nearly all the way out of Lance, then paused for a brief moment. He gave his son's ass another hard slap, then slammed his cock all the way to the hilt in a single thrust. His groin slammed into Lance, who shouted "Yes!" in lusty joy. Aaron pulled out and thrust back in, fucking his son as hard as he could. A growl built deep in his chest, a primal lust overcoming him as he pounded the tight young hole, reveling in the full circle taboo of rutting in an ass he had fathered. "Fuck yeah, son, take my fat cock. You like that dick? Letting your own father breed your ass. I'm gonna do this a lot, your hole is mine whenever Zack isn't using it. Gonna fuck him too, you want that, Lance? Fuck both of you with my giant dad dick?" A stream of obscenities flowed from him as Aaron slammed his son's hungry ass. Lance could only pant and moan as he lay on his knees and shoulders. His dad's hard dick fulled him amazingly and every violent thrust cause the shaft to hit his prostate. Intense spasms coursed through his entire teen body every time Aaron's hips crushed against him. His dad finally fucking his hole, the dirty talk he was hearing, the memory of his kid brother's small cute butt in that thong, everything was combining toward one of the greatest orgasms of his life. Aaron slammed in and then pulled all the way out of Lance. He grabbed his son and flipped him over onto his back, lifted the boy's legs to his shoulders, then lined up and slid his cock back into Lance's stretched ass. Lance cried out as the cock jabbed in at a new angle. He grabbed his own hard shaft and started to jack himself but Aaron removed his hand and stroked his son's long dick himself. Lance dug his fingers into the carpet, thrashing and cursing at the love and lust filling him. Aaron continued to fuck his son hard, his balls slapping around at the powerful thrusts. He could feel he was close, his orgasm building. Breathless from the exertion, he managed to gasp out. "I'm cumming!" "Fuck yeah, shoot that load, cum in me, Dad," Lance's own orgasm was building fast, the dual stimulation of his dad up his ass and on his dick brought him to the brink in no time. Lance fought to hold off, wanting to wait for Aaron to cum, wanting to feel his dad shooting deep into him. The pressure was too much though and with a roar of ecstasy, Lance's balls unleashed their load. Pulse after pulse of hot cum shot from his cock, spattering all over his bare chest, stomach, even reaching his face with the first few blasts. Aaron stroked his son's spasming rod, grinning as the cum splashed over him. The ass muscles pulsing around his own cock set him off and his own groans of bliss joined Lance's as he shot his load into his son. Shot after shot of cum filled the hole and Aaron continued thrusting as much as he could, pushing the load as deep into Lance as possible. Finally the orgasm abated and Aaron half collapsed on top of his son. Lance wrapped his arms around Aaron, holding his father close. Aaron enjoyed the embrace for a moment to catch his breath, then broke free so he could run his tongue across Lance's body. Lapping up the cum from his son's chest and face like a starving man, Aaron swallowed all the cum he could find, loving the taste of the teenage load. Finishing cleaning the boy, Aaron finally collapsed on the floor next to Lance, one arm draped over him. Lance rolled over and clung to Aaron, resting his head against his sexy dad. The two men lied together in post orgasmic bliss for several long, wondrous minutes. Finally Lance stirred and tried to pull away. Aaron mumbled and held his son against him, not willing to let him go yet. "Dad," Lance laughed and fought to escape. "Dad, gotta let me go." "Nope, not gonna," Aaron smiled at his son. "You are amazing and I love you, Lance." "I love you too, Dad," Lance gave up. "You're better that I imagined. But you do need to let me go. I gotta pee." "Oh!" Aaron let Lance go but eagerly spun around and took the tip of Lance's mostly soft penis in his mouth. "Dad, what," Lance started to ask. "If your piss is half as good as everything else about you tastes, then I want every drop. Go ahead, son, gimme your piss." Lance's face lit up in a wide grin. "Hell yeah, Dad! But you have to piss down my throat too." He settled himself face to face with Aaron's cock and opened his mouth, waiting for the hot stream. Father and son sucked softly on each others' dick head, simultaneously both guys contracted their groins, releasing their hot piss for each other. Almost identically, each guy felt the head swell, the first trickles dribbling onto their tongues. Then the dams broke and hot fresh piss flooded both their mouths. Lance and Aaron both swallowed rapidly, moaning in appreciation at the delicious taste of each others' golden nectar. The salty piss filled their mouths, washing over their tongues, and settled down to a pleasing warmth in their stomachs. The large piss loads almost overwhelmed their ability to keep up, but the two lovers were well practiced at drinking from the tap and managed to keep any drops from escaping their thirst mouths. Finally the twin streams slowed and stopped. Aaron licked up the last drops of his son's piss. "Fuck, That was delicious, Lance." He turned to face the younger man. "I take it you and Zack have had plenty of watersports?" "Mhmm," Lance kept his mouth closed, holding a mouthful of piss still, loving the hot tasty liquid his dad produced. Aaron chuckled when he realized what Lance was doing. "My hot little piss pig," he said lovingly to his son. Leaning down, he slipped his tongue back into Lance's mouth, getting a taste of his own piss. Lance willingly locked mouths with his dad again and they both made out while sharing the last of Aaron's fresh piss. At last they parted and gazed into each others' eyes. They both started laughing in post intercourse euphoria. Aaron rolled onto his back, laughing with his son as they came down from the high. "That was super hot, Dad," Lance looked over his naked dad, idly tracing one of his tattoos. "Thank you. That was everything I wanted and more." "Of course," Aaron laughed. "Did I help you with your problem, then?" "Definitely," Lance rolled himself up and gave Aaron a quick kiss. "You're the best, Dad." "Same to you, son," Aaron stroked the side of Lance's face. "You're welcome to come to me anytime, for anything you need. Whether that's advice, support, or cock." Lance burst out laughing. Falling back to the floor, Lance finally managed to get out, "You got it, Dad." Aaron climbed to his knees and patted Lance's chest. "Let's get cleaned up, before your brothers come looking." He got to his feet, stumbling slightly as his legs nearly gave out. "Damn! You really took a lot out of me." "Same to you. Dunno if I can actually get up." "Well your choice. If you want your brothers to see you naked and sweaty..." Aaron teased. He couldn't help noticing Lance's spent dick jump a bit at the though. He filed that away for future consideration. "Well take your time. I'm gonna clean up." He grabbed his discarded underwear and walked nude down the hall to his room. Tossing them on the laundry pile, he stepped into the bathroom. Aaron looked in the mirror and had a repeat of the morning's introspection. "You fucked your son," he laughed to himself. "You fucked the shit out of him." Happily incredulous, Aaron quickly showered off the sweat of his exertions. Drying off, we went to grab a new pair of underwear, then paused. Fuck it, he thought to himself. Hanging the towel, he left naked to see what his sexy family was up to, his semi-hard dick swinging in front of him.