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Please consider donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Perseus *** Chapter 5 - The Night After The sun streamed through the slightest crack between the curtains. I had been awake for about 10 minutes now and had tried resting my eyes to ease myself back into sleep. But I had sobered up and was in unfamiliar territory, plus the golden beam of light lit up my eyes. I had hooked up with guys before, sure, but usually I left pretty much straight away and scurried on home. Even after my first time getting fucked a few years back! Waking up in someone else's bed. I guess I really was an adult now. Mr. Clarkson began to stir next to me, the quilt that covered us pulled down to his waist and showing off his delicious body. His pecs were covered in a light smattering of hair. His dimples reappeared as he smiled and began to run his hand through my messy hair. "Morning, babe," he said sleepily. "Morning," I said, resting my head lazily on his chest and stroking it with my free hand. "So... last night was..." "Amazing," he sighed. I was struggling for the right word but he had a knack for finding the simplicity in things. I didn't need to overthink. It was fucking amazing. After we got back to his house from the club, we didn't waste any time. As soon as I walked through his front door I was on my hands and knees as he rimmed me and prepared my hole for the deepest fuck I have had in my life so far. Mr. Clarkson was the fourth guy to ever fuck me so it isn't like I have a wide range for comparison. But it certainly was the most memorable. The first round was over agonisingly quickly. We were so in lust and lost ourselves in the moment. He went to his bedroom almost immediately after and I found his kitchen to get some water. I was still drunk and now on a post-sex high - I couldn't believe how lucky I was. My first night out and this was the result! I remember being so excited, wanting to talk to anyone about it and my first thought was my Dads. I could talk to them about anything and it wouldn't feel weird. Perhaps they would even be proud. I haven't really told them about my sex life other than the fact that I have one. It really only occurred to me then that they've probably guessed a lot. You don't really get many healthy teens going to the park for long quiet walks that often! Plus, after a night drinking and partying they probably did exactly what I did as soon as they got home too. I was sure they would be awake but there was no response when I tried to call their phones. Maybe they were mid-fuck? Surely, they couldn't be asleep. They liked a good party as much as the next man! I tried the house phone and after a couple of rings my Dad picked up. As soon as I heard the sounds in the background, I knew exactly why they weren't picking up. It sounded like Damon was watching porn. A bit strange. We all loved porn, that's a given, but I don't know why he would want to settle for that when Eddie is around. My mind was distracted and I soon forgot all about what I actually wanted to say. They told me they were watching it together so I guess it was foreplay. They tried to stifle their moans and I knew they must have carried on stroking. And who could blame them? I know what its like when you've finally found the perfect scene to whack off to, why let a phone call get in the way?! It sounded fucking hot too! I idly toyed with my growing semi and asked for the link. Half of me wanted to add it to my wank bank, and there was a sort of curiosity there, too, of wanting to know what got my Dads off. We said our goodnights and I was horny for round two. I found Mr. Clarkson already in bed and stroking his cock. He was ready and willing to give me my third load of the night. It was a longer session resulting in our immediate collapse. And now here I am. Resting on the hunk I've been pining for ever since I started school. I never really believed in fate until now but everything seemed to fall into place so... perfectly. If you wait long enough you can tie anything to fate, I suppose. It wasn't exactly like the type of fate you see in porn films where your pizza delivery driver just happens to love cock and is ready to go right there and then. I've waited a long time for this. "So, little stud, what do you want to do this morning?" "Well," I said as my hand worked its way down his toned stomach and onto his soft cock. "If I had time, I would be having another go on that." "Got somewhere to be?" "I promised my Dads I would be back in time to have lunch with them." He chuckled. "What?" I said, looking up to meet his gaze. "I can't let them down!" "No, no, not at all," he said smiling. "I admire you." I scrunched my face in confusion. We had slept in after a late night and I didn't want to be late for my Dads. Why did he admire me for that? Lunch is a nice family activity, isn't it? He saw my confusion. "I've never fucked a boy who would rather go back to his family so soon, that's all," he said with one of his trademark grins. "My Dads mean I lot to me," I said, flopping my head back down on his chest "And rightly so! I didn't mean to sound critical. I think its endearing as fuck! Family should always come before dick. No matter how much you love this one," he said grabbing his now firm cock through the covers and stroking my hair with his free hand. I laughed. "This won't be the last time I get that dick, though, right?" "Too right!" We got out of bed and I began following the trail of clothes down the stairs and into the living room. After we were both dressed, I ordered my Uber. "Do you want my number?" I asked. I had never really done this part before. The guys I fucked before were people I already knew well. The texting came first, the sex came second. "Drunk Jake was one step ahead of you," he said, holding up his phone. "You gave it to me in the club." I looked at my messages and noticed one from a number not saved in my phone. It was from about 1:30 in the morning and simply read 'save my number, kid'. Drunk Jake might have been on the ball by giving out his number but not so on the ball reading his messages! My phone pinged to alert that my Uber would arrive in the next couple of minutes and I was actually quite sad to leave. "I'm not sure when we are going to see each other again but I hope its soon," I said with a slight pang in my chest. "It will be as soon we can, babe, don't you worry about that." "It's just my Dads are taking me on holiday in a couple of weeks and by the time we get back school will have started so I bet you'll be really busy and I don't want you to think you have to see me so if you don't I understand -" He pushed a finger to my lips to stop my stream of consciousness. Why was I so nervous about this? "Take it easy, kid, we will figure it out." He walked me to the door as the Uber pulled up onto the street at the end of his driveway. He pulled me into a kiss and I melted into his hands. The lust from last night had drifted away and now it was replaced with pure passion. His lips were soft and his embrace was tender. I felt safe. "See you soon, Jake, try not to forget me," he said with a cheeky smile as we broke our kiss. "See you Mr. Clarkson," I said quietly, my voice trembling. It was like my crush was developing all over again. I thought these butterflies would have flown away after he fucked me! *** I awoke with a prod from my driver. I was in the passenger seat with my face pressed against his window. I must have dozed off. It was at least a 50-minute drive from Mr. Clarkson's house back to mine. "Sorry, are we here?" I said confused, looking out the window trying to figure out where we were. I looked over to the driver. He was an older man, probably a similar age to my oldest Dad, Eddie. But he wasn't as well groomed. His olive skin, his thick head of hair and his classic 'Dad-bod' combined to make a quite attractive man though. "No, child, about ten minute," he said with a thick eastern European accent and slightly broken English. He tapped his phone which was stuck to his screen and acting as his navigation. "You getting call on phone." "Oh! Thanks," I said as I pulled it out of my pocket. One missed call from my Dads and a message from Mr. Clarkson already. I opened the message first as I am sure my Dads just wanted to make sure I was going to make it back. It was a video with a caption: 'I hope this is enough to keep you coming back ;)" It began to play without me even pressing a button. It was from the club last night. My lips around his throbbing cock. I watched as he began getting more verbal, more dominant, and finally until he unloaded his seed all over my face. As the video ended I closed my eyes and remembered that feeling. His warm cum splashing down on me in the open cubicle of the club toilets without a care in the world. "Wow!" I opened my eyes and realised where I was. What was it about Mr. Clarkson's cock that could make me forget the world around me? "Shit, sorry!" I said with an embarrassed laugh, exiting the chat as quickly as I could. "Don't say sorry, child. You are good at that!" "Thanks," I said blushing from the compliment rather than getting caught. I was surprisingly enjoying this adventurous side that was being dragged out of me. I was no stranger to sex in public places, of course, but getting caught or being watched was a whole new ball game that I was more than happy to play. "You need to give lesson," he said, chuckling. I raised my eyebrows and smiled. Was he coming on to me? The confidence I had from last night was going straight to my head. He tapped on a picture on his dashboard and I saw a younger version of my driver with a woman, two young girls and an even younger boy. An old family photo from about a decade ago judging the fashion. "Give lesson to her," he said, no longer holding back, going from chuckle to full belly laugh. "My wife never put in mouth." Thoughts were running through my head. Was he this bold with every passenger? Or perhaps the passengers weren't as bold as me. It certainly wasn't beneath me to suck off an older married man. Hell, that was almost exclusively the guys that fed me through the glory hole in the park. But with that degree of separation removed, this felt a little bit wrong. And exciting. No harm in a bit of flirting, right? "No?" I said, innocently. "That's a shame, there's nothing better than a nice older cock to suck on." "My, my!" he said. If he had pearls I'm sure would have clutched them. Perhaps I had pushed it a bit far. "You naughty boy!" I laughed and though I better not push my luck any more. It wasn't long till we were pulling up to the long driveway to my home. I thanked my driver and gave him a cash tip. As I opened the car door, he tapped me on my shoulder. "Thank you for this," he said holding up the crisp note I just handed him. He slid it into his front pocked and his hand nudged against his obviously hard cock snaking down the leg of his jeans. "And for this." I shot him a wink and clambered out. *** The kitchen was empty besides a sandwich on the table and a note. I had been back in time, had they forgot? I grabbed the note and read it aloud. 'Not sure when you're going to be back. Tried to call. Sandwich is yours. We're in the pool.' Short and sweet. I wasn't really hungry for lunch. I just wanted the social aspect of it to catch up with my Dads and talk about how fun my party was. I covered the sandwich and put it in the fridge for later. I went to my room to grab a pair of speedos and a towel and made my way to the pool. Our house was big. Like most houses this size, it was old. My parents didn't want to change it much when they first bought it. The pool, though, was the one vanity extension they couldn't resist. It was a stand alone building in our garden. The area we lived in experienced all four seasons so it wasn't worth it to have an outdoor pool. One entire side of it was essentially glass folding doors so the entire section could be opened up on a nice day. The building was completed with a small sauna, enough for six people, a built-in hot tub at the head of the pool, and a set of pool-side showers. It was a gorgeous August day outside. I looked out my bedroom window. The pool doors were wide open. Damon was swimming lengths, and Eddie was sunbathing on the decking immediately in front of the building. I didn't really know if I needed these speedos. Swimming naked wasn't exactly unheard of in this family and we certainly didn't have a problem with nudity. I took them just in case though. "You've made it back in one piece then!" Eddie called out to me as I stepped out into the garden. "Just about!" I said, as I walked over and plonked myself down into the lounger beside him, pulling my shirt off. Damon heaved himself out of the water. He had been swimming naked and the sun left his body glistening. I don't mind admitting my Dad's had amazing bodies and I really admired how they looked after themselves. Its something they instilled in me. "So, how was last night?" Damon asked from the edge of the pool shaking himself dry. "It was... amazing!" I said. "It couldn't have gone better. Everyone was having fun, the girls were enjoying themselves, Nicky looked like he was in his element. It was one of the best nights ever. Maybe I've spoiled myself!" "Yeah, not every night out is going to be as good as that, kid," Eddie said to me with a wry smile. "You're not gonna get laid every time either!" "You don't know that," I laughed. "Did you guys enjoy last night?" "It was a real humdinger, kid," Eddie said. "We're so proud of you." "We loved every second of it, Jakey. Maybe we will have to make it a regular thing if you think you can stand partying with your Dads" Damon chimed in. "No complaints from me, I loved hanging out with you guys. All my friends love you and you fit right in. Next time will be even more fun." "I'll drink to that!" Eddie said raising a glass of punch and nodding over to two more glasses on the table between the lounger. Damon came over to pick them up and handed me one. "To family clubbing!" Damon said as we clinked our glasses and took a sip. I was glad that it wasn't alcoholic. I'm not sure the hair of the dog was what I needed right now. A few laps in the pool will do me some good though. I stripped off my shorts and my underwear and was now as naked as Damon. "I'm going in for a bit, are you coming?" I shouted behind me without turning to my Dads as I walked towards the pool. I suddenly felt a nudge to my right pushing me out the way. I don't know how he did it so quick but Eddie had stripped off his speedos and was hurtling towards the pool. "Last one in is cooking dinner!" I looked over and saw Damon running towards me and I picked up my speed. We both jumped into the pool together with an almighty splash, both covering our junk with our hands to protect the goods on impact. We began splashing each other and tussling in the water as we playfully argued about who was last in. "Independent ajudicator!" Eddie said raising his hand. "I have reviewed the footage and I can confirm..." He mocked heartbeats to feign tension along with his mock referee voice. It was a regular bit of his and Damon and I both knew how it was going to go. He had been doing this for as long as I can remember. "Jake! You were the last in. You're cooking dinner." "Excuse me?!" I said, rehearing the same surprise and speech I did every time. "Bias judge! Your husband always gets preferential treatment!" "Jake, I couldn't possibly give preferential treatment to either of you," he smirked as Damon swam over to him and kissed him on the cheek. I could see under the water that his hand was caressing Eddie's dick. Eddie laughed. "I would just like to add that this bribing took place after my adjudication and didn't influence my decision making. My integrity is intact." "You say that every time!" I said, playing along. It was true, he did. "And Dad does this to you every time!" Also true. "Rules are rules, Jakey, don't be a sore loser!" Damon said, goading me. "What are we having for dinner?" "Did you guys enjoy the sandwiches you had for lunch?" "Delicious as always," Damon said. "Well, you'll be sharing the one you left for me and I'll be ordering a pizza for me!" We swam a few lengths and played a few games with the polo ball before we headed to the pool side showers to get the chlorine smell out. We always finished a pool session with the sauna. It officially seats six people but they would have to know each other pretty well as it was quite snug with just the three of us. I sat on one side and my Dads sat next to each other on the opposite side. Eddie put his arm around Damon and tucked him close as Damon stroked his thigh dreamily. Nothing like a nice hot sauna after exercise to relax us. Eddie's hand found the back of Damon's head and pulled him in for a kiss. They were still a passionate couple and while most kids would be embarrassed, it made me happy to see them still so in love. How could any kid not be so crazily happy that their parents thought the world of each other after all these years? But I had to turn away. I felt myself getting... hard? Why? That never usually happens. Maybe its because we are all naked. No big deal, I told myself. "Don't say now you're 18 we're finally embarrassing you, kid," Eddie laughed. I turned to look at them and they both stared back with smiles, Damon stroking Eddie's chest like I was doing to Mr. Clarkson in bed this morning. Maybe that's it, perhaps I'm starting to see the mundane things they do as more sexual, as they were for me earlier. Sex had just been sex before and even though it was only one night with the man of my dreams, the little things we did were so exciting to me. Just like that the feeling of naivety crept back again. I glanced at my now semi-hard cock and back at them and shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Gotcha," Damon said, trying not to embarrass me. I knew I needn't be embarrassed though. Just a human reaction. I looked to their crotches and they had definitely chubbed up too. "So, how was your night with Mr. Clarkson?" Damon asked me. "Surely you can both call him Anthony by now!" laughed Eddie and I think I detected a slight blush from Damon. I hadn't realised he called him Mr. Clarkson like I did until now. "It was a really good night," I said smirking. "We, err, enjoyed each other's company." "Oh yeah, I bet you did. Never known an 18-year old to call getting pounded THAT before!" Eddie smirked. "We might've just stayed up talking all night!" I said, trying to leave a little mystery. Not likely to get that past two gay men. "And did you?" Damon asked. "Well... no." I conceded, looking down and smiling. As I looked up, I saw them both pretending to be shocked. "We would never have guessed!" Damon said, putting his hands on his cheeks like the Scream painting and pretending to gasp. We cracked up and I reminded myself I was actually lucky that this was the level of teasing I got from my parents. That I could laugh and joke and be comfortable with them. I've often thought about how open they were when I was growing up and whether I would have wanted it any other way. But speaking to friends about their issues and being confused as to why they can't talk to their parents made me realise I wouldn't want it any other way. Knowing they were always there for me is great. "Really though, is this going to be more than a hook-up from the bar for you?" Damon asked, putting his parent hat back on for a second. "I want it to be," I responded truthfully. "I've got his number. I do want to see him again but I don't want to seem to keen." "I say go for it, Jakey, what have you got to lose? You know he's into you, clearly," Damon said. "Hang on, though, I think you're onto something with being too keen," Eddie interjected. "Sometimes its better to play it slow and make sure he knows you aren't just going to be at his beck and call." We spent about ten minutes going back and forth and weighing up the pros and cons. Having my two Dads be the best wingmen around was a blessing. "Right, so I think we're agreed. If he doesn't call me before then I'll call him in a couple of days and see if he wants to get a drink. Ok?" "Perfect," Damon said and Eddie nodded along. They had compromised and met in the middle. Years of practice does help. "It'll be nice to see him and just talk outside of, like, alcohol and sex and all that stuff," I said, wanting a date where I can get to know him rather than get to blow him. "That's what dating is all about, kid," Eddie said. "Plus at least now you know he's a good fuck and you won't be disappointed!" I laughed. He has this way of being sincere and yet bringing it back to what is one everyone's mind really. Sex. "I definitely wasn't disappointed, that man has stamina!" "Oh yeah?" Eddie asked, Damon's hand now stroking his thigh once again. "We fucked twice when we got back to his and he's got a pretty good recovery rate!" I boasted about my... my what? My fuck-buddy? My man? My casual encounter? My teacher?! "Young people, eh, can blow two loads and think they're God's gift to sex," Eddie said sarcastically, teasing me gently. Damon was already nodding in agreement. "Not like we didn't do the exact same thing last night too!" he said, his cock getting larger. Maybe from talking about sex. Maybe from Damon stroking his thigh. "I knew you would when I called you!" "Knew we would what?" Damon said, frowning slightly and shifting. "I knew you wouldn't stick at just porn. I thought that was a long shot for you guys!" Damon tilted his head back as though remembering something. "Oh yeah, remember that hot scene, stud?" he said turning to Eddie. "I don't think I'll ever forget that scene" he responded with the biggest grin. He was speaking in a loud whisper and I think he must have known I could still hear him. "I don't think I've ever blown a bigger load." A felt a wet drop splash onto my stomach just below my belly button. I knew I was getting excited but I didn't realise I was rock hard. A drop of pre-cum had leaked from the tip down onto my stomach. Instinctively I scooped it onto my finger. As I raised it to my mouth I looked up and saw my Dads watching me and I paused. They didn't look away. What the hell, they probably do the same. I sucked my finger and savoured the sweet taste letting out the slightest of moans. "You definitely need to give me the link then," I said, giving my cock a couple of tugs. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that, I'll text you it later," Damon said. Eddie looked like he was pausing for though, a vacant sort of look on his face. He snapped back into the room and turned to look to Damon. "We could watch it now," he said, nodding to the TV screen sunk into the wall between us at the far end of the sauna. It was protected by a layer of glass and usually just played soothing images and music. "I can mirror my phone screen to the TV..." Damon's eyes widened. I could tell he wasn't entirely sure so I stepped in. "I'm down," I said, trying to sound confident and doing my best to stop my voice from shaking. I was horny. The flick sounded fucking hot and I wanted to see it. What's the difference between sending me a link and showing it to me now? Eddie stood up, his dick pointing straight ahead. It probably wasn't as close as I thought but it felt like it was inches away. I know I shouldn't think it, but it looked delicious. Should I be having those intrusive thoughts? I can compliment a dick. A dick is a dick. It just happens to be attached to my Dad. He stepped out of the sauna to grab his phone and the TV suddenly kicked into action. A PornHub logo appeared. The scene was two older men and a young twink. The scene already ticked my boxes. My Dad came back in, leaving his phone outside still to avoid it being put in the extreme heat. I twisted my body slightly and moved back against the wall behind me. I wanted a good view of the TV but I also wanted to see my Dads enjoying it too. My Dads opposite me angled themselves in a similar way, Damon leaning back onto Eddie and Eddie leaning back onto the wall like me. I put my left leg up onto the bench and let my right one dangle over the edge and onto the floor as I grabbed my throbbing cock. The mood had changed. It was intense but it felt like we were all linked by this energy that took over our bodies. The scene had rapidly unfolded and they were right. It was a hot scene. It didn't feel like it was a "biggest load of my life" scene though. The twink was being spit roasted by these two hot daddies. I looked over to MY Dads. They were both rock hard but only Eddie was stroking or... no, Damon was stroking Eddie. I couldn't help but moan, biting my bottom lip to stop me from going over the edge. I could see Eddie's wide grin from the corner of my eye. "Fuck yeah," he moaned into Damon's ear, still loud enough for me to hear, "Feels so fucking good, baby." We were all getting braver and bolder as we started feeling more comfortable with the situation. My free hand slowly drifted to my nipples, pinching them as I stroked my dick, slick with the moisture in the air. "You get that from your Daddy," Eddie said, and I turned to them once again. My Dad nodded towards Damon and I could see his eyes were closed with soft moans escaping from his lips. Eddie was tweaking his nipples just as I was tweaking my own. "I'll add that to the list," I said, referring to our ongoing family joke. We had a mental list of things I got from Eddie and things I got from Damon, the obvious flaw being that I couldn't possibly have been passed on things from both of them. This was definitely an interesting new entry. "So, is the scene as hot as it sounded?" Eddie asked me, gently bucking his hips in the rhythm of his husbands pumping hand. He could have been referring to the porn on the TV. He could have been talking about what was happening right there in the sauna. "It's so fucking hot," I said. I suppose, like me, he could have been referring to both. "I bet you've got a good collection, you should have been sharing this ages ago, selfish!" "We'll have to work our way through it," he said with a wink. I looked back at Damon and he was in his own world. Eyes still closed, writhing to the feel of my Dad's touch on his nipples. The scene was almost reaching its crescendo when I heard my Dad's phone ping with a message outside. As it was being mirrored, sure enough, the message hovered down at the top of the screen. "Nicky Robertson: last night was so fucking fun. You both shot so much!" I stopped stroking but my hand was still firmly on my cock. Damon suddenly came back to earth and looked at Eddie with that stare. "Jake -" Eddie began before I interrupted. "Did... did you fuck Nicky last night?" He looked at me, trying to read my expression. But his fatherly instincts kicked in. They never lied to me. "Yes," he said matter-of-factly, not trying to pretend. I turned my body to face my Dads. I sat back. I spread my legs. Cock still in my hand. I could feel it pulsing. I breathed a heavy sigh and began stroking again. I noticed Damon relax, his eyes going back into his head as he carried on pulling on Eddie's pulsing cock and having his nipples tugged. "Sounds like he fucking loved it," I said with a grin to let my Dads know it was ok. I'm sure they were torn up about it. Nicky is a cute guy, though, and I was happy for him more than anything. I was sure he had a thing for my Dads for ages and I'm glad he finally got what he wanted. I know they probably didn't want to tell me for my sake but I was fine. "He was begging for it, Jake," Eddie said with a smile. "I think he's been wanting it for a long time, Dad," I said, quickening my pace. I was close and the thought of my best friend having fun with the dick I couldn't tear my eyes off was pushing me to the edge.. "He got exactly what he needed," Eddie said, his calm demeanour and monotone, deep voice cutting through any tension that was left. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, "I'm gonna shoot, Dad" "Let it go, boy," he said, staring at my cock. The first spurt landed on my forehead. The next two hitting my lips and dripping down my chin, with the last few spurts landing on my chest. "That's a big load, son," Eddie said standing up. "You get that from me." Another entry on the list. Without being asked, Damon got on his knees between me and my Dad. I never noticed this power dynamic between them before. I was toying with the sensitive head of my cock taking it all in. Eddie gripped him by the back of his head and pulled down so his face was looking up at the underside of his shaft. Eddie's large balls being licked and sucked as they rested gently on my Dad's mouth with his cock extending up passed his forehead. My Dad and I never broke eye contact as the first shot rocketed out of his thick shaft and landed on my thigh. He quickly pulled back and forced his cock into my Dad's mouth. Damon dutifully swallowed every last drop. I looked back up at Eddie. The final entry on the list for today. "Looks like I get that from Dad, too".