Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 15:13:10 -0500 From: Bob Roberts Subject: Two Dads and Their Son, Pt. III This story is total 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. And please remember that nifty needs your support to keep offering free hot porn. :) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments are definitely welcomed - bobroberts0009@gmail.com Part III: As planned, Steve and I had a couple of talks with Rob as we finished getting breakfast on the table. Our son clearly understood the need to keep our fucking a secret, and he enthusiastically told us that he never wanted it to stop. I realize a 12-year-old's mind can change over time, but that was still a damn good thing to hear. We'd repeatedly had sex with our son last night and all he was worried about was getting more. Fuckin dream come true. The "versatility" talk went well too, although not without its hiccups. Mainly, Rob just kept asking how much it would hurt, since mine and Steve's poles are longer and considerably thicker than his. We assured him we would go easy on his hole because the last thing we would want to do was hurt him. We told him we would barely even stick them in the first few times if that was what it took. Relieved, our kid then admitted to us that it was hot watching both of us top another man but also be able and willing to take it in return as well. We explained that having that versatility just doubles up the fun a man is able to have. The three of us finished up breakfast and just sat talking about random stuff as we all downed more coffee and as Rob and I smoked a couple more Marlboros. Perhaps because he'd now fucked his first asses, Rob seemed to be drinking more coffee and smoking harder than he had the day before. We all agreed that we would spend the early part of that Saturday knocking out whatever errands and chores we each needed to do so that we would have the remainder of the day free to play. Steve and I have always been very disciplined with Rob, and as a result he's a bright kid with great grades and a solid work ethic. I didn't want any of that to change just because sex had entered the picture. The three of us left the kitchen and headed to the showers. Pausing at the doorway of his bedroom, Rob turned and asked if he could shower with us. The shower in our bedroom is quite large, so logistically that wasn't a problem. "Sure, bud," I answered, "but no playing around. We've got work to do first and we'll get all the sex we can handle later." The boy rolled his eyes at me like a kid who'd just turned 12, and he followed us into our bathroom. Pulling down his boxers and dropping them to the floor, Rob ran back to his room to grab a change of clothes. Him stripping down like that was so confident and nonchalant, and the small boxers crumpled on the floor were so tempting, I couldn't help but pick them up and raise them to my face for a deep sniff. The aroma of my boy's emerging manhood was intoxicating. Steve gave me a knowing smirk as, shirtless, he started to shave at the sink. I dropped the boxers as Rob returned quickly to follow me into the shower. As we entered, I instinctively cupped his hairless nutsack, reached down, and covered his lips with mine. I kept the kiss brief, still operating under the illusion that the three of us could make it til that evening without fucking. Steve's knowing smirk, I'm sure, was still on his face. I let Rob have the showerhead first. I stood behind him and watched his amazing body as he bathed. Four feet, ten inches, about 85 pounds, thin but fit, with smooth light skin. My gaze kept zeroing in on his small virgin ass, envisioning how good it was going to feel planting my fat cock inside it. My dadmeat grew with every perverted thought. Still facing away from me, Rob finished rinsing and told me it was my turn. Turning sideways to hide my engorged cock, my boy and I switched places. Seems Rob soon had the same thoughts I was having. Facing away from him as I let the steamy spray finish waking me up, I felt the kid's right hand grab the side of my ass as his left hand slid between my thighs, teasing my balls and fuckhole with the band of his Ironman. "So," he asked, "tonight I'm supposed to become versatile but for now I'm still just a top then, huh?" The boy's seduction of my nuts and ass intensified as his words trailed off. "Fuck discipline and work ethic," I thought, mustering only a barely-audible "mmm hmm." Rob responded with an eager, "Hell yeah!!" as he grabbed the bar of soap to lube up his raging boydick. Steve, rockhard himself from watching the show, reached in with a container of lube, advising his son that would work much better. Within seconds, our 12-year-old fuckstud had his cock slick and heading toward my hole. Because of our difference in height (I'm a foot taller) and the comparative shortness of his dick, Rob had a rough time getting in at first. I bent my legs to ease his access. Soon his pole found the target, sliding in with ease due to the thinness of his meat. Rob grabbed my waist and fucked away. Bent over, I firmly grasped my erect nipples and squeezed them like hell as the boy I made pounded away at his dad's cumhole for the third time in less than 12 hours. Looking back under my armpit, I took in Rob's face - still angelic but grimacing with eyes squinting and skin reddening. Behind him, Steve had joined us, freshshaven and doublefisting his own hard meat. Rob lasted a couple more minutes at most and then cried out, "Fuck, Dad, I'm cumming in there again!!" Goddamn, that boy's a stud. Spurt after spurt of warm boycum entered me as it had just hours before. As Rob's thrusting subsided, I pressed back into him to feel as much of his 4.5 inches inside me as I could. Eventually he slipped out and I turned to kiss him again. Deep, wet mouth action with my kid in what was now a very steamed-up shower. "I'm gonna finish getting clean," I eventually told him. "I'm saving these loads for your ass tonight. Steve, you can do whatever you want." Returning my senses to the warm shower stream, my mind processed the sexual paradise that my house had become. Still rockhard, I would probably have slipped back into the fuck-crazed trance that I was in the night before, but for the familiar movements and moans I was hearing behind me. Spinning around, I saw that Rob had already plunged his still-hard boycock into his other dad's willing hole. Steve bent his legs as I had in order to allow total access for the boy's starving cock. "Fuck yeah, buddy! You owe me a couple of poundings now. Rape my fuckin ass like you just raped Bob's." Steve's moaning and his stream of profanity raged on. "Goddamn right I'm gonna rape your hole, Dad," Rob chimed in. "I'm a man now and you're gonna fuckin know it." The intense fucking and the outpouring of cocky filth coming out of our kid's innocent mouth sent us all over the edge. "Here's comes my fuckin load, Dad. You goddamn fuckin take it. Fuckin tight motherfuckin .... aaaauuuggghhhhh. Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!" Our 12-year-old stud was uncontrollable as he yet again seeded an ass. Right along with him, Steve and I each jacked out a monster load simultaneously with our son. Mine covered the kid's back. Steve's, rope after rope, painted the shower wall. Hottest fuckin shower of my life. Eventually we untangled and got clean. Dressing quickly, we headed out to run our errands, each clearly in a hurry to get back to something a bit more fun. Rob did ask, however, if he could get a quick hair cut while we were out. His curly brown locks were getting a bit thick and long, I'll admit. The kicker, though, was that he said he wanted to get his hair buzzed like ours (Steve keeps his full head of reddish blond hair in a military high & tight, and my balding brown hair is buzzed razor short). Steve and I agreed, telling our kid he could start keeping his hair as short as he wants. Rob thanked us, and reminded me I should also grab some more smokes while we were out, since we're running low. Fuck, it just keeps getting better. To be continued ...