Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:04:43 -0500 From: Bob Roberts Subject: Two Dads and Their Son, Part V 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 @ bobroberts0009@gmail.com Part V: When finally spent, Rob collapsed onto Steve just as Steve had done to him, driving his cock balls-deep to feel the tight afterglow of his dad's ass. I reached back around my kid, taking the Marlboro from his lips and returning it to my own. I looked down at his small, soft, freshly-fucked ass and found my hard-on pointing to exactly the same place. Some of Steve's seed was visible around Rob's asshole, but I knew most of it was still inside. "Good," I thought, "that little hole is well-lubed and it's gonna need it." I made that kid and, truth be told, I'd been waiting years to fuck him. It's time, and I'm going in. Without hesitation, I quickly spitlubed my meat and rammed it in. "No," I ordered our cocky kid, "THIS is a man fucking you!" Rob, still collapsed on Steve's back in a postfuck relaxation, didn't see it coming. That allowed me to slam in my cockhead and at least half of my thick shaft before he clamped down in shock. "Fuck, Dad! Owwwwww!!" "You say you're a man," I continued, "then you fuckin take this." I shoved through his resistance. Looking down, my 8.5" inches was three-quarters of the way in at least. Rob's tense 12-year-old hole was by far the tightest thing I'd ever had wrapped around my dick. And like Steve just a few minutes before, all intentions of being kind and gentle had gone out the window. That amazing little ass was mine and all I could think about was roughfucking it 'til I delivered a payload. But another, "Owwww, Dad! Stop - that fuckin HURTS!!" snapped me back to my senses. Hurting Rob is the last thing I want to do. Slowly I pulled out. "This position won't be comfortable for you," I told him. "Let's head to bed." Resigned, not completely happy, but still turned on, Rob stood up and headed down the hallway to his dads' bedroom. I say "still turned on" because his 4.5-incher was fully erect as he made his way down the hall. Me right behind him, and Steve right behind me. Personally, laying side-by-side has always felt like the easiest way to get fucked. So I climbed in bed behind Rob, each of us on our sides, and aimed for that position. I lathered up my cock with a healthy amount of real lube as well. I want Rob to enjoy getting fucked and - again - the last thing I want to do is hurt him. Also, selfishly, I want bottoming to be a pleasant experience for him because I want to be getting inside that little ass A LOT. A LOT. The feeling of his tight boychute surrounding my cock is just indescribable. Resuming the fuck, I slid in no more than my dickhead. I'd always imagined that if my dad had fucked me, he would have not gone in very deep the first few breedings, out of a consideration of not wanting to hurt me. So I gave our boy that same consideration. He gasped at just the fat cockhead, but the pain was obviously nothing like what he'd just been feeling bent over the arm of the couch. Holding him tight, my cock maintained its position. I throbbed it every few seconds as I reached over him to plant my lips on his. Both the throbbing and kissing were designed to relax him and sure enough it worked. He returned my kissing passionately and his ass soon relaxed to its normal tightness. Steve nestled in facing Rob, their hard cocks grinding against each other as I maintained my slow and gentle reentry. Steve alternated between leaning down to kiss Rob and leaning up to kiss me. I kissed the back of our kid's neck and teased his tiny but aroused nipples with my wedding ring. His thin 85-pound frame was locked between mine and Steve's collective 350 pounds, our hairy chests tight against his bare skin. With all this attention, Rob loosened up more and more for my boyfucking dick. I slid it in slightly deeper with each slow push. I suppose I'd cum so much in the prior 24 hours that maintaining at least some control on this breeding was doable. My lips locked with Steve's, our hands softly working our son's just-as-soft skin, until I finally planted myself balls-deep inside him. FUCK - I was all the way in my 12-year-old son, just like I'd always wished my ex-Navy stud of a dad would have done to me. Confident that our kid was now decently at ease, I began to fuck him in earnest. Still slowly, but pulling almost all the way out and then driving my manhood all the way back in - over and over and fucking over. Rob's moans were far more pleasure than pain, and his furious kissing of his other dad told me we were all good again. I fucked my boy like that for a good ten minutes until Steve mouthed, "Me next, I want back in there." My man's lust drove me over the edge. Whispering, "I love you, Son. I love you so fuckin much," I pounded his little hole as hard as I would pound Steve or any other man I've ever fucked. The tightness and stimulation of that little boyhole brought out one of the most fantastic orgasms I've ever felt. Mercilessly I drilled shot after shot as deep as possible. My "aaaaww FUCK"'s and Rob's "hell, yeah, FUCK me Dad"'s filled the room. Finished cumming, I caressed Rob's little cock and told him again how much I fuckin love him. Rob told me the same as he tried to pull off of my still-hard cock. "Hey, it's my turn now, right Dad??" Steve winked at me and I gave our kid a simple, "Nope." Rough like we were in the living room, I flipped Rob onto his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow. "Nope, your other dad needs back inside that tight ass of yours." "But, I-", Rob protested but I just shoved his face down even more firmly. I pulled out of his hole and within seconds Steve filled the void. Seeing first-hand that our son's ass was now decently relaxed and opened-up, Steve immediately resumed the hard, rough fucking that he'd delivered in the other room. Outweighing our son by at least 100 pounds, Steve held our kid down and just fuckin bred the hell out of him. "Yeah, fucker, THIS is how a man fucks - and this is how a man takes it. Fuckin proud of you, boy." Like me, Steve had cum so much in the prior 24 hours that he was able to control his load despite the warmth and tightness our son offered. Steve roughdrilled him for a good ten minutes as Rob - tough kid - just laid there moaning and taking it. Soon, though, I saw again that familiar look on Steve's face. A load was coming and it was coming soon. But surprisingly Steve stopped himself and pulled out. "It's your turn, get back in there," he ordered me. Still hard and happy to comply, I reentered my son's beautiful tight ass as both of us pinned him face down against the mattress. But for Rob's obvious moans of pleasure and his own humping of the bed, what Steve and I were doing would have bordered on rape. Total loss of control, minds overtaken by the breeding of our kid. Steve and I alternated fucking him, switching every couple of minutes, for as long as we could last - another 15 minutes probably. Finally Steve unloaded his seed in a stream of profanity-laced 'I love you's," balls-deep as he drove in every shot. The mere sight of it put me at the verge of another orgasm. I pushed Steve off as soon as he'd finished. Selfishly I rammed my cock all the way back into our 12-year-old just as I began to cum. That one might even have felt better than the first, filling Rob with pulse after pulse of what made him. Rob's moans of pleasure gave way to shout's of "fuck! Fuck!!" as he pounded his fists - finally free of our restraint - into the mattress. "How many times you guys shoot inside me? Fuck that was hot!!!" Rob turned to look at Steve and me as we each kissed the man who'd just twice fucked his own son. "But NOW it's my turn, right?" Rob pled. We both nodded. "Yeah, Son, it's your turn. You've earned it - fuckin have at it." To be continued ...