Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 09:21:05 -0500 From: Bob Roberts Subject: Two Dads and Their Son, Part I This story is fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that have happened in my life. It involves a 12-year-old willingly initiating sex with his two dads. If that bothers you, or if you should not be reading this for any reason, please stop. And if you're someone who thinks about taking advantage of immature and unwilling minors, please rethink that. We weren't put here to hurt other people. Comments are welcome - bobroberts0009@gmail.com Part I: I'm Bob. Rob is my son, born of my short-lived marriage to his mother. She left not long after his birth, pissed that she caught me banging another guy in our garage. Rob looks a lot like me, and his mother has never really wanted much to do with him for that reason. I feel bad about that and I've tried to be the best parent that I can possibly be. I met Steve when Rob was very young. Steve and I have been together ever since, and Steve's the only other parent my kid has ever known. Like me, Steve works hard to be the best dad he can be. We have a solid family and Rob is crazy about both of us. I need to say a word about my own dad. He died when I was a teen. Nothing sexual ever happened between us, but that wasn't for a lack of desire on my part. My first sexual memory - my first dry cum - was when I was six. I got off one day playing with his glasses and his watch and his smokes while he was outside working. When I came, I had no idea what had just happened - only that it felt incredible. I lusted after my dad, unknowingly and then knowingly, for the rest of his life. I still fantasize about what could have been. Back to Rob. He just turned 12, and for quite some time I've been detecting the same sort of curiosity and desire from him that I displayed toward my own dad. Neither of us have acted on it. He's been too scared, I'm sure, and I've struggled with my conscience. On one hand, I know better than anyone that a teen can be mature enough to make the decision to have a loving sexual relationship with his father. On the other hand, I don't want to hurt my kid. I don't want to lose him or Steve, and I sure don't want to go to jail. So I've just been stumbling along, watching for signs (of which there are many) and being totally clueless what to do. As one example, several months ago I caught Rob swiping my cigarettes. Same age as when my dad caught me. As my dad did with me, I decided to let Rob smoke but only when he was around the house or with me. Like my dad, I knew Rob was going to do it anyway. Better that I keep the communication open in our relationship rather than him doing things behind my back. But when we smoke together, I see the same desire, the same sexual curiosity - albeit poorly hidden - that I had for my own father. Gotta admit it turns me on. The kid I made wants to get in my pants. Recently, I returned home from a week-long business trip. Work was so crazy that I only beat off two or three times while I was gone. I came home needing a long, intense fuck session with Steve as quickly as I could get it. The three of us ate a late dinner together, catching up on the events of the past week. Eventually my kid headed to the shower and (I presumed) to bed. As soon as we thought Rob was asleep, Steve and I tore into each other in the living room, groping our boners and making out like a pair of hungry teens. We were both so horned up that there was no way we were even going to make it to the bedroom. But as we stood there making out, me trying to decide who was going to breed who first, life changed. I heard the click of a lighter far across the room behind me. Rob wasn't in bed. He was sitting in the chair watching his dads go at it. With a clear head I probably would have handled things differently, but my head was anything but clear. It had been too long since I'd felt mine and Steve's cocks buried in each other's holes. And I had too much pent-up lust for my kid, plus way too many years of pent-up desire for my own dad. All I could do in that moment was whatever the throbbing log in my pants was telling me to do. Steve's back was turned to Rob. He hadn't heard or seen our son, and had no idea he was in the room. Overcome by all the levels of sexual fury storming through my mind, I pulled down Steve's pants and shoved him against the wall. Massaging his hole, I spat on my 8.5" fat inches. I was burning. This was going to be a quick fuck, and one of the most intense ones of my life. Steve, still unaware that our kid was watching us, moaned and relaxed his ass for the coming assault. As I slowly entered Steve, I looked back over my shoulder at our son. There sat a 12-year-old version of me, Marlboro hanging from his lips, 4.5" cock in hand, jacking away his own long-held desires. Seeing that was more than I could handle. Common sense, rational thought, conscience - it all left me as I rammed my meat balls-deep into Steve's tight ass. I stood there violently fucking the man I love, while the kid I love watched, as thoughts of the dad I love and lost raced through my clouded head. Steve continued to moan in pleasure and pain, jacking his 6.5 fat inches as I bred him. Knowing there was no reason to be quiet, I loudly moaned, grunted, and cussed right along with him. It wasn't long before I burst a huge load inside him, stream after stream of hot cum. I collapsed on top of Steve against the wall, still in a sexual haze even though I'd just unloaded. Steve, hungry as I was, spun around and for the first time realized that our kid was in the room. Steve's a good man, but in that moment all rational thought left him just like it had left me. Steve shoved me over the arm of the couch, spit-lubed his mushroom-headed rod, and plowed into my hairy ass. We both looked straight at Rob who was still smoking and stroking his boy cock. Steve fucked the hell out of me, the man who made the kid who was watching us, and came about as quickly as I did - loudly and violently delivering his seed deep inside me. Now what?? It had been a long week without each other, and Steve and I badly needed more. I guess we both thought (to the extent that either of us were thinking) that we would sort out our "Rob problem" in the morning, and we quickly headed to bed without saying a word. Throwing each other onto the mattress, we rolled in each other's arms still making out like a couple of hungry teens. Still oblivious to our surroundings, neither of us noticed that Rob had followed. He watched for a while and then, like his dads, got up the nerve to go for what he'd wanted for so long. I didn't know Rob was in the bedroom until I felt him on top of me. Specifically, when I felt him positioning his boy meat at the lips of my asshole. I wasn't about to stop him, and neither was Steve. Rob entered me as Steve watched. Grunting and cussing like his dads, Rob fucked his first ass, easily lubed up by the cumload Steve had just deposited. At 4.5 inches, Rob's snake obviously isn't fully grown, but he made up for it with an energy and a rhythm and a force that made me proud. And while his cock may have not felt huge to me, my ass sure felt tight to him. Soon I heard, "I'm cumming, Dad. Fuuuuuuuuucckk!!!" And I could feel it - spurt after spurt of my boy's seed pumping into me, mixing with Steve's load. When he finally stopped shooting, Rob collapsed onto my back. Steve then leaned over. Rob's cock still inside me, my boy and my man kissed passionately. No talking, no apologizing, no trying to sort out what the fuck we'd all just done. The two of them were just on top of me expressing their love and their lust and living in that moment. Chest down, I looked back as they kissed, watching one of the hottest sites I'd ever seen. The rigid meat poking my hip told me that Steve was still hard, probably as hard as I'd ever felt him. At Steve's encouragement, Rob pulled out of me. But my ass was only without a cock for a few seconds, as Steve entered me and began plunging his tool into the mix of his and our son's cumloads. Rob slipped around beside me, and my son and I kissed for the first time - so fuckin passionately - as Steve bred the hole that for so long had belonged only to him. Steve drove long, slow thrusts as he watched the kissing. Soon the third load of the night was unleashed inside in my hole. Steve then leaned down and joined mine and Rob's makeout session. The three of us would soon enough be having a "what the fuck have we done" talk, but it wasn't happening quite yet. We were each still too caught up in the moment. A moment that felt very, very right. To be continued ....