Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 16:15:29 +0200 From: Internet Subject: Twins Finding Others Part 3 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Part 3 (It's me, Rob, writing this part) At home mom was in the kitchen making dinner. Rod and I went upstairs to our room and got cleaned up, then he said we should put on shorts without underwear. We heard dad come home, great mom and ask where the boys were. In a minute a knock came at our door. "Come on in, dad." Rod stood next to me and put his arm over my shoulder. I smiled at dad who looked confused and worried and didn't know what to say. "It's OK, Dad." I finally said. "We really liked it too." Dad came over and put his arms around us. "I love you both so much. And your mother. It's just that, she can't -- She doesn't..." He hugged us tight. "Shit." He trembled so hard I thought he might faint. "Suck my dick, Dad." Rod took command. "Get on your knees and suck us both at the same time. I want to see what it looks like." Again I couldn't believe Rod said that. I stared at him with my mouth open. He just grinned and pushed dad's head down. "Do it, Dad." Dad looked at each of us. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. Then he smiled. A whole new world had opened up for him, for us too. And then he went down on his knees. Rod dropped his shorts to his ankles. He was already half hard, and dad slipped his mouth over the gooey cock head. Rod nudged me and I dropped my shorts too. We stood next to each other as our father, on his knees, went from one cock to the other, licking, sucking, servicing us, no - more than that, worshipping us. "My boys." He whispered. "My beautiful boys. I've been dreaming for so long." He smeared our cock over his face. "That's great, Dad." Rod laughed. "Cuz you're going to get a lot of us. Is your ass still greasy?" Dad nodded as he slurped on Rod's cock. "Good. Get up and bend over. I think I want to fuck you again." As dad rose he unbuckled his slacks. Then he leaned over the corner of our desk and pulled my cock to his mouth again. Rod moved behind him and slid his whole eight inches straight into dad's ass in one smooth glide. Dad groaned, "Shit," and held Rod hard to him. "You like taking your dad rough, don't you boy." Rod gave dad a few good strong strokes and laughed, "I guess I do, Dad, our ass-fuck daddy." "Good, because that's how I like it." Dad pushed his ass back onto Rod and pulled me by the ass cheeks until my cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged. "Push it down my throat, Robby. Gag me good." "You sure, Dad?" "Just fucking do it, Robby." Rod said. I held dad's head and pushed slowly, feeing my father's throat cramp then loosen. With one hand on his throat I felt my cock stretch his neck until his nose pushed into my pubes. Then I held the back of his head and rammed him a few times really deep as he hissed for air. When I tried to pull off so he could breathe he held me deep in him. We pumped our father in both ends until Rod leaned over him and kissed me, then laughed and said, "Jesus fucking christ. Why'd you wait so long, Dad. I could have fucked your ass last year." I just shook my head at Rod and pumped into dad's mouth. "Let's trade places, Robby." Rod whispered. I heard a plop as Rod's thick cock popped out of dad's loose butt hole. When dad started to rise up off my cock Rod held him down. "Don't fucking move, or you won't get nothing but what you find in the public toilet, you cock sucker fuck hole." Dad spat out my cock and slurped in Rod's ass-slicked prick immediately. Rod went right down his throat to the root. Dad reached behind himself and spread his butt cheeks for me, and I slid in just as we heard mom yell, "Can someone come down and set the table?" Rod laughed and pulled out of dad's throat. "Your turn I guess. Right, cock sucker?" As dad stood up a string of goo dripped from his cock to the wooden floor. I leaned down and sucked his cock, milking the cream out. "There," I said. Rod looked at the puddle on the floor and said, "You made a little mess there, Daddy. Better lick it up." I stared at Rod again, couldn't believe he said it, and then couldn't believe dad bent down and licked his own pre-cum of the floor. As he did Rod gave him one last shaft of meat up the ass. Dad squirmed on the throbbing cock and said, "Maybe we can finish this later." When Rod shrugged dad asked, "Or will you do each other?" "Don't know, Daddy." Rod grinned. "Depends on how nice you are." Dad grinned and shook his head. "Make yourselves presentable for dinner, but be good boys and save dessert for me." Then he changed out of his suit and went downstairs in his shorts. "What's that on your pants?" We heard mom ask. "Oh, just a spot." Dad said. "I guess I got a little excited." "Frank, not tonight. I'm tired." Rod and I looked at each other. Mom didn't give dad any sex, we both thought. "Poor dad." I said. "Not anymore." Rod laughed. "Let's go eat." Downstairs we sat at the square table as usual. Mom and dad, and me and Rod, across from each other. When mom got up to get the wine Rod reached sideways and unbuttoned dad's shorts. "Rod, stop it." Dad said. "Why? You're not getting anything else. She's as frozen as the arctic circle." "Don't talk about your mother that way." Dad said. Rod grinned and pulled dad's shorts open. "Get up." He commanded. Dad looked at me for support but I just shook my head so he rose out of his chair just enough for Rod to slip his pants down to his ankles. "Take them off and put them behind the sofa." Dad did as he was told and sat back down with just his shirt on and his semi hard-on. When mom came back with the wine she asked dad to open the bottle. There was no cork screw on the table. "I'll get it." I offered. "Thanks, Robby." Dad said and waited. When I got back to the table mom was cutting the chicken and Rod had his hand in dad's lap. As I went around to take my seat I saw dad's erection pushing up the table cloth. He rose just enough out of his chair to pour mom some wine, hooking his cock under the table. When she tasted her wine Rod bent down. "I dropped my napkin." He bent under the table. I knew when dad tried to push him away that he was sucking dad's cock, but Rod would not be stopped. Dad spread his legs and stiffened as his hard cock was bent down into Rod's mouth. He let out a gasp and took a large gulp of wine. "Ah," he said trying to relax. "Rod?" Mother asked. "Found it." Rod said and sat up again. As Rod asked for more potatoes and mom took another glass of wine I bent down. "Where's my napkin?" I went under the table to look at dad's cock. He knew now to spread his legs wide, and I easily sucked off the drop of pre-cum on his cock head. I heard him gasp as I pushed a finger up his ass, then he relaxed and lifted a bit out of his chair. "What's wrong, dear?" Mother asked. "Nothing, angel. Just feeling a little hot. The wine, and... you know." "Oh, Frank. Not tonight. Pour me some more wine." Dad looked at me and then Rod, and I could tell he was about to change the rules of the game. He stood up and reached over the table with the wine bottle. Mother saw his semi erect, dripping cock. "Frank!" She gasped. "What are you doing?" "Sorry, Honey. I'm just hot." Mom got up and went to her room. Dad sat back down with another glass of wine. Rod and I cleared the table and put everything into the machine. When we got back into the dining room dad was sitting spread eagle, his chair pushed back so we both could see his hard on. Rod immediately took off his pants and stood next to dad who slurped in the half hard cock next to his shoulder. "Get into the living room, Dad, over the couch, so we can get at both holes again." Dad obeyed like the willing cock servant he had become. He knelt on the couch and spread he knees wide, the perfect height for me, and I slid right into his greasy ass as Rod rammed down his throat. We got the perfect rhythm going so when I pushed into his ass I pushed his throat onto Rod's cock, and when Rod rammed his throat his ass slid back onto my cock. Then we switched positions, dad slobbering over my ass-slicked cock as Rod rammed him fiercely in the ass. We switched a few more times until it got serious and Rod asked, "How do you want it, cum sucker?" "I don't care." Dad said. "Just feed me your juice." I was in dad's ass when Rod started shooting, and dad sucked and slurped and drank every drop of his cum, pushing him back enough to taste the creamy discharge flooding onto his tongue. It looked so good I had to do the same. "Fuck him again, Rod. I got to come in his mouth." I wiped my slick cock over dad's lips. His tongue cam out and his lips gobbled deliriously at my greasy meat. "Come on, baby." He said as Rod pounded his ass. "I know you got as much in those heavy balls as your brother. Feed your daddy some boy cream." I grabbed him by the head and fucked the shit out of his throat. I don't think he tasted a drop until I was dribbling at the end, I came so deep down. Rod wanted to come again and was fucking his ass like crazy, but after a quarter hour he stopped exhausted and pulled out, then went around so dad could clean his tool off. Dad obediently lapped at his elder twin's fuck rod until it was clean as a whistle. "Thanks for dessert, boys." Dad said and slumped down onto the couch exhausted. Rod couldn't resist and squatted over dad's face. "Eat my ass, Cum Dumpster." Dad smiled, obviously he liked being talked to like that, and did as he was commanded. I couldn't resist his cock, which was dripping like a faucet. The second I put my mouth on it I got what I wanted, a load of warm sperm, coming out like a fire hose. I drank most of it but gave the last mouthful to Rod who passed it back and forth as we kissed. "You got to try this, Robby." He got up and guided my ass onto dad's mouth. Dad spread my cheeks and dug into me with his tongue like he hadn't eaten in weeks. "Shit, yeah." I groaned and squirmed on my father's face. "Eat it, Daddy. Fucking ass-muncher. Man, get your tongue in there." I pushed my ass over his nose, his whole face as his tongue searched for my hole. I was so hot I said, "We got to take you to the toilets again. I want to see you do that to some stranger, especially get fucked."