When my mom split to visit her folks for the weekend, dad didn’t waste any time. Shit, ever since he caught me beating off in his closet he pretty much used me any way and any time he could.
Fucker was a stud. Worked out hard, all the time, and I guess mom wasn’t putting out any more. He was in his prime and I couldn’t believe that cock of his wasn’t getting what it needed. I was glad to help out around the house, doing laundry, chores … kitchen work.
See, I’d gotten laid off down at the plant. Had to move back home. I hated that. Felt like such a failure. But, Dad was totally cool, especially after he found out I’d been perving on him.
And the more he got pleasure from me, patted my head, gave me encouraging words whenever I was down on him like that, the more it got my confidence back up. Made me feel good about myself again.
He started taking me to the gym, too, every morning, jogging after, putting me through my paces. My body was really starting to respond. And, our morning ritual was set by that point. Out in the woods off the jogging path in the state park, after our run, dad all sweaty and huffing, me on my knees, drinking down his load, then him turning me around for the next one.
“Got to do you both ways, boy. Only way to get all this protein up in ya. Good for your muscles. Really starting to show, kid. Fuck – yeah – been loving this, boy. Fuck, you make your old man feel so good.”
So, when the plant started opening up for jobs again, I applied and got re-hired, but dad said it would be better for me to stay at the house – not get an apartment. “Best way to get you back on your feet, boy. Start saving again. Maybe get your own house someday. Close by.. or, hell, build a place out on the property line. We got ten acres. No need to be wasting money when you and I can put up something pre-fab back there, nice and quick.”
Mom was cool with it, too. Hell, she loved all the work I was doing around the house … and in the kitchen. I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself. It gave her a break, and she needed it, what with her folks beginning to ail and all.
The phone rang while I was on my knees, performing my kitchen duties. It was mom calling from the road.
“Aww, hon – sorry to hear about that. Sure – no problem. I understand. Look, why don’t you and I talk about that next week when you get back – you want me up there this weekend?”
There was a pause. My mom was crying – I could hear that over my quiet slurps.
“It’s gonna be okay, babe. You got to do what you got to do. Uh huh – yeah, you’re probably right about that. Understood – well, call if you change your mind. Me and the kid will be up in a flash if you need us, won’t we, kid?”
“Um hmmm – uh yeth – sure,” I choked out of my full mouth, and then went back down on it, to the root. Fuck dad had a nice cock. Just fucking perfect. Couldn’t get enough.
“No – he’s fine. Sounds like he’s catching a cold or something. I’ll keep an eye on it.“ Then, he shoved hard, pushing it deep. I could barely stop from choking, but I did.
“Alright – see ya later hon. Call me tonight. Yeah – he’s in the kitchen right now, fixing up a nice load … of something – not sure what – but you know me, I love everything that boy cooks.”
“Love you, too, babe.”
Then, he hung up. I looked up at him, eyes watering from the throat invasion, but worried about Ma.
“Here’s the deal, kid. Your grandpa fell and broke his hip – so he’s getting put in a nursing home. Your grandma’s going with him. Your mom’s gonna have to move up there, after she checks back here next week. Looks like it could be a couple of months – maybe more – to close down the house and get them packed and moved in. She may even get an apartment so she can be close by.”
He just had the nastiest grin on his face while he was saying all of this – slowly thrusting his hips, flexing his abs – pushing his big swelling cock deep in my throat. I don’t know when I’d ever been so turned on, listening to him talk about mundane details, dripping with implications for our future.
“Your ma says she doesn’t want you to come help her – she wants you to stay home – take care of me – stay focused on the new job. I think she’s right about that. What about you, son?”
I didn’t have a chance to respond – he pushed it balls deep, grabbing my head, stuffing his balls into my chin, my nose into his stomach, completely cutting off my air supply.
So I did the only thing I could think of doing – I pulled my pants down, showing him what I thought about the new arrangement. Dad was always good for at least two loads and I wanted him to know how much I wanted those loads. Fuck he was a stud.
He groaned. The old man loved how hungry I was for him. I pretty much let that out early on, and he took the ball and ran with it.
“Yeah, kid. Your mom’s right. You do need to take care of your daddy, don’t ya, son?”
“Umm hmmmmm – ”
“Fuck, kid. Gonna use you even more, once she’s up there. Before the gym, after the gym, when I get back from work. Expect to see you on your knees, waiting for your daddy when I gets home. Got it, boy?”
“Ummm yetttthhhiiirrrr.”
He started fucking my throat hard and fast, the way he does. Fucker couldn’t get enough of my blow jobs. I reached around and fingered my hole, to really get him going. It was still wet with the load he’d shot on our run that morning. He could hear the squishing of my dripping slot.
“Yeah, kid. Time to start sharing my bed, too. Really figure out what’s going on here.” He had my head in both hands now, sawing in and out of me, that rhythm we’d found together, after he’d discovered me on my knees, his jock in my face, gripping my dripping cock. Never forget that day. Dad took it for action. Wasn’t shocked or anything. Just looked at me and said, “Uh huh – thought so.” Then he unbuttoned his jeans and hauled out his hard cock.
“Here, kid,” he said that day. “Why don’t you try the real thing?”
Then, he pushed it into my mouth. Our lives changed right then and there.
He was getting ready to shoot now. My pants were all the way down, and I was holding on to his muscled thighs, throat open, like he’d taught me to. But, he kept talking, real low and focused.
“Me and your old lady – hell, we been drifting apart for years. Pretty much figure it’s all over between us. Now I got you, no need to play that game any longer.”
It started shooting, and he pushed my face into his crotch, pumping down my throat.
“Fuck – fuck – fuck – so fucking good – such a good fucking cocksucker. Fuck you make your daddy feel good.”
Tears were dripping down my face. But, not because of the throat abuse. That wasn’t it at all – hell, I was used to that by now. I loved it. No, it was the thought of sharing my daddy’s bed that started me crying. My dream was coming true. Never been happier in that moment. Ever.
He just stroked my head, his cock barely going down.
“Yeah, boy. I think we’re gonna have a nice life together. Don’t you?”
I just nodded my head as the last of his seed poured over my tongue.
He knew what the tears were for. Why I was crying. Man wasn’t stupid. He picked up me, planted a big wet kiss on my lips, but grabbed my ass at the same time, digging into my wet cleft. Then, he turned me around and bent me over the stove.
“Time for more of that later, son. Now, I gotta get in that ass again. We’ll have lots of time for loving this weekend. In my bed.”
He pushed it in, and I moaned. Fuck, I loved the way he did me.
“Yeah – in my bed. Where you belong, son.”
Re-Run Fifteen: Me and my bro @a4f101 have talked privately about the new trend of kids coming home to live with their parents. This was my first take on that trend. Here’s one of his.
No matter what, though: this economic trend is a real boon to horny dads.
Editor’s Note: This story was originally prompted by a video, which can be found here. I strongly recommend viewing that video in its entirety. It is oddly mesmerizing and erotic.
I was exhausted after a hellish week at work, so when my wife started humping up against my leg, I reached for her vibrator. I figured I could get her off easy with that, because it was her favorite.
But, the damn thing was so greasy, it slipped out of my hand and shot under the bed. She heard it clunk and roll, and said, “Come on, baby, just fuck me quick with your big dick – I can’t get to sleep and I need to get up early for my shift.”
Well, what man doesn’t like it when someone begs for his ‘big dick’, huh? She grabbed it and I got pretty damn hard. And, anyway, it’s not like I hadn’t done the same to the old lady over the years. Can’t count the times she wasn’t in the mood, but she’d given it up for me anyway. We pretty much had a rule about that: Unless you were sick, or in mourning, “no” really wasn’t an option.
We were tight like that, she and I. We both loved sex, both dug each other’s bodies, and both understood that sometimes, a man (or a woman) has got to do what they got to do. (Hell, I remember one time she was reading a book, and I was all horned up – so, she just turned over, stuck her ass in the air, and kept reading. Hot as hell, that was. Came like a dog while she finished her chapter.)
Anyway, I got up behind her – yup, our favorite position – and was in deep in a second. Damn. Twenty-plus years and it still felt good. I started going to work on her, and she’s playing with herself, reaching back, grabbing my balls, but for the life of me I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn vibrator.
I mean – we’re responsible players, she and I. We clean our toys, religiously, after every use. We get tested if we fuck around (which we do – together and separately, all out in the open) and we take care of our bodies. Like I said: we like sex. A lot. So neither of us wants to get an infection, or give one to each other. Mostly because, well …we want to keep fucking. We like fucking. Who doesn’t?
So, as I was doing her, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out, with her moaning and shit, I kept thinking, “How the hell did that vibrator get all greasy?” We hardly ever used grease on it anyway, except if we were doing some ass-play.
And, then, it hit me. It was the kid. Devon. Little fucker. Horny dude had been shoving it up his ass – had to be – had probably gotten interrupted, or something, and tossed it back in the drawer.
And, the more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. Fuck – images of my son, legs up in the air, shoving a vibrator in his boy-hole … and the next thing I know, she’s cumming and I’m all hard as a rock, and really getting into it, and what I’m thinking about is my kid, taking after his mom, with a nice hungry butt-hole, and next thing I know, I’m blasting off, pounding deep, and filling the old lady with more cum than I’d shot in a week.
I lay on top of her, eventually rolled off, cock still twitching.
“Jesus, daddy,” she said. “Thought you were just along for the ride. That was intense – just what your mommy needed.”
“Yeah … well,” I said, thinking that the ‘daddy’ and ‘mommy’ talk had suddenly taken on a whole new dimension, “What can I say, babe? You still do it to me. You still got it.”
I gave her a nice sweet kiss, my cock pulsing out a final drop of seed. She flicked it off with her finger, stuck it in her mouth, and then cooed at me, “So do you, daddy. So do you.” Then, she was asleep in about a minute – probably less. But, I couldn’t sleep. Hell, all I could think about was Devon, and that young butthole of his that needed to be filled.
I wuz bringin’ in the tack after a long morning in the fields, herding up the young calves that had broke out of the busted fence. Tree had fallen during the storm, and a good amount of the herd had set off. It was long work, but it was done.
The kid had headed into town to get some new fencing and supplies. Lunch would be up when he got back – any minute now – then we had to get back out to fix the fence proper, and do a hundred other chores that always needed to be done on a big place like this.
Coming out of the barn, I caught a look at him, shoveling muck over to the other side of the pen. His big shirtless back, flared, forearms bulging, and sweat pouring down his spine, into the deep trench that pushed up over the low-slung jeans. God he had an ass for a man of his age – all big and thick from years of hard work.
The sight kind of stopped me in my tracks, like it does sometimes.
Fuck, he was hot. Brawny, muscled, but a nice layer of meat on him, the way I liked. Just right – just the right size, just the right age. Good stank on him, too, like men should have. Man in his prime, he wuz.
But, I shook myself out of it. Bossman didn’t like dawdlin’ on his farm, and I sure didn’t want him to catch me staring like that – lookin’ all hungry and such.
I headed off to get the last of the gear, pacing back to the barn, keeping my head low, but my eyes still focused on his beefy frame. He was intent on his work, so he couldn’t see me lookin’, I think. Front better than the back. Thick thighs, hairy chest, big pecs. He was getting into it now, near enough done, pushing himself, tossing the muck to the back of the tractor, so we could add it to the heap out back that fertilized the front forty.
Didn’t get a good look at the bulge, dammit, but I had a sense of it. Ya couldn’t be around the Boss without getting an eye of what he held down there. Not just the mound, or the snake pushing down his thigh, but the way he held himself, too.
You know how some men with big dicks, are, right? Even if you can’t see what they’re hidin’, they got a way with the world, a way they move through it: confident, struttin’. Like a man does when he’s swingin’ inches. Like the bulls out in the herd. They know what they got – and what to do with it. And, you can tell they know. Least I can, anyway.
I’d hung up the last of the gear and was headed back to the house, figgin’ to make sandwiches, I guess, all the while thinkin’ about big dicks and bulls and the Bossman, mind kinda wandering. Got that way a lot, lately, now that the hair had come in down there, things startin’ to fill out. Body nice and lean and tight. Seemed like all I thought about these days was sex, but I sure couldn’t –
The wind got knocked out of me, good, when he hit me from behind, pushing me to the ground. He was on me, alright, growling – fuck, didn’t know what hit me at first. The horses in the pen scattered, and the next thing I know, he’s ripping my pants over my butt, not even bothering to get ‘em undone.
“Saw you lookin’, boy, don’t pretend you wasn’t.”
“But –
“Shut it.” He pushed my head down, grinding my cheek into the dirt. “I know what you want, kid. Don’t deny it.”
I tried to wriggle free, but his forearm pushed into my back. I couldn’t move for his size. He was such a big fucker.
“Come on, kid, give it up.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, dust flying up in my face with my exhale.
Next thing I know he’s hawking up a deep loogie of spit, the sound loud, and the rumble from his lungs, deep. His paw-slaps it up in my hole, sliming it with his throat muck, sticking a finger up there, too, to get it ready. And, then, all of a sudden I feel it, pressing against my ass.
One thrust and it’s in. I cry out. Can’t help myself. Fuck, it’s big.
“Shut up, kid. Scare the horses. Push back on it. Let me in.”
I does. It goes deep. I cry again, this time into the dirt, so as not to scare the animals, like he tells me. Sand covers my tongue, and I’m suckin’ grit. It’s not like I haven’t had anything in there – this ain’t my first rodeo or nuthin’. I been sweatin’, too, so my ass is slick and wet, but Jesus, I wasn’t ready for this. Well, mostly not, given what I been thinking about lately – all morning – and right before he got up in me.
I push up, knowing my ass looks good, giving him what he wants. And, he takes it, thrusting in deeper. I groan, can’t help myself, and then he’s power-fucking – dragging it out and sluicing it back in. My head spins. My hole’s burnin’ and my own cock’s pulsing, caught in my pants, and hell if I ain’t close myself … usually don’t cum that quick though.
I reach back with both hands – not to push him off, but to pull him in.
“Yeah, that’s it – want it, don’tcha kid?”
“Yes, sir. Want it bad. Need it.”
“Thought so,” he grunts, pushing in to the limit – to that deep place only he hits, the one that seems to be itching all the time, needing to be scratched.
My head bucks up as my body reacts to the final invasion, butting up against his – start to see stars a little. And, that sets him off, big time, like he needs to pay me back for the ringin’ I just caused in his ears, and instantly he’s deep-dickin, growling, bitin’ my neck, pushing my head back down in the dirt, so’s he can take it like he wants to.
Then I feel it biggen, fatten up back there, and sure ‘nuff I know he’s gonna seed me.
“Give it to me – shoot it. Breed me, Boss,” I beg, making sure he knows what I want so bad.
And, he does, a yell roaring from him as his steel-cock pushes the seed home, pumping it deep, where it needs to be.
“Fucking slut – fucking sweet-assed hungry little slut.”
It pumps and twitches, and the warm flood fills me. I can feel it spread in my guts and I clutch the thing with my pucker, sucking on it, pulling out as much juice as I can. Shit, gonna be dripping all day, now, which is only gonna make me more randy.
My body wants as much of his juice in me as he can shoot, so my hips are twitchin’, pushing back, hole all spasmy, tellin’ him how much I needs his spermers. His cock keeps pulsing, but I know he’s done. Know this is a quick one – that he just needs to get the edge off, so he can focus on work for the rest of the day. I feel his sweat dripping on my back, and I push up hard, one more time, holding my ass in the air, wanting to prolong this quick, nasty fuck, feel his sweat, get his musk on my skin so I can smell his stink fer the rest of the day. But, he begins to pull out, done with it, so I grabs his open jeans, yanking him back down.
“Please – just a little more, Boss,” I beg – ‘cuz I know he likes beggin’ sometimes, knowing how much we need him – me and my bro – and how much
I need him, especially these days when I’m so horned out all the time.
He gives me one more hard thrust, but I know it’s time to de-couple. His rules, not mine. His needs. Not mine.
“The kid’s coming back anytime now, boy. Can’t have him finding us like this.”
“Yes, sir.” There’s a calculated whimper in my tone.
He leans down, nuzzling my neck.
“And, sorry, kid. Saw ya lookin’. Just flipped my switch.”
“Ya never done me like this.”
“I know – but, you’re getting bigger, now, more muscled, figured you could take it.”
“I can.”
“Thought so.”
“Anytime you want it, Dad, you can have it. Anytime. Like this. You can just take it, Daddy.”
“Good to know, son. That’s a good thing to know.”
“I want it, Dad. Seems like I want it all the time, these days. Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it.”
He gives me a cuff on the back of my head. Pure love in that, and I feel it. Then he drags his big hog out of me, picks himself up, and yanks me up by the belt like I don’t weigh nuthin’.
Next thing I know, he’s slammed me back into his big frame, grabbin’ my chest with his paws, givin’ my pecs a good, hard squeeze. Hurts a little since they covered with dirt and grit and sweat, but it’s good hurt. Love hurt. Man hurt.
“Shoulda told me that, kid,” he growls in my ear, breath hot and heavy. “Need to know things like that.”
“I just did, Dad. Just did tell ya.” Then the kiss on the back of my neck, meaningful-like, makes me feel warm and loved, and the hard, manly squeeze on my ass, tellin’ me he’s gonna get back in there today – maybe a few times. Could stay like this all day, I thinks. But, he slaps my chest with his big paws, pushes me off of him, and I turn around, just in time to see him shoving his wet meat back in his jeans.
I dust myself off, rubbing the dirt from my face and chest.
“You do Carter like that, Daddy?”
“Not yet. Want to. Shit, that ass of his is lookin’ fine – so high and tight. But, he’s young, yet, boy.“ His eyes get all glassy, thinkin’ of Carter, I suppose, while he fixes his pants, snappin’ the wide buckle of his belt. “Soon enough, though.
Least, that’s what I’m thinking.”
Then, he looks up at me, raking my young muscles with his eyes.
“But, I got you, son. Good to have a big kid like you around. Man enough to be able to take it like that. All a father needs, really. Best not be greedy. Carter’s time will come. It’s your time, now.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said. I can’t help myself, I smile so big. Knowing that my Paw knows I’m man enough now. Man enough to take things to the next level. Whatever level he wants to take it to.
“Get yourself cleaned up, now, or Carter will be suspicious. You know how he gets when we play games without him.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I headed off to the house, full of my dad’s cum, some of it squirtin’ down my legs already, no matter how hard I tries to keep it up in me. Dad shoots a lot – always has. Seems like the man’s just a sperm-factory, always full of spunk.
And, I feels his eyes on me, too, lookin at me – lookin’ at my ass, I suppose. Makes me feel good. Real good – wantin’ more of him.
I hear the truck pulling up, see my baby bro smiling at me in the cab, and suddenly, I’m really looking forward to getting’ more seed in there. Tonight maybe – after my bro sucks the cream out of me, slurpin’ out Dad’s hot cum, after it’s been cookin all afternoon, mixin’ up with my insides.
Yeah, that’s the ticket – have Carter get me nice and ready with his young tongue, then have Dad take over – fuck me nice and long and deep and slow, so I can appreciate it – so he can enjoy it – with baby bro Carter looking on, getting’ all jealous, wondering when he gets the Bossman up inside him, deep, like I do.
Re-Run Two:Not much to add here – I like this one. Nothin’ like a quick hard fuck in the dirt to get the balls burning. And, an inkling of some future themes, where power and dominance come into play.
I had a conference to attend – the kind of thing that bores the shit out of me. But, it was in the same city where my son was going to college, and I hadn’t seen him in nearly a year. My other kid was a senior in high school, and it was spring break, so I decided, “Why the fuck not?” It would be a weekend with my boys. Time for that kind of thing was running out – so I booked the tickets on short notice, me and my youngest packed light, and we headed off.
We got in late the night before, and we all shared a beer in the hotel bar, before we headed up to the room and my oldest son went back to his frat. But we agreed to hook up the following evening, after I’d hit the most important day of the conference. While I was working, the boys were gonna hang out a bit and then do a campus tour. After that, my oldest was going to take his brother to Fraternity Row, and I would hook up with them for dinner.
But, after the first hour of the conference I was thinking, “What the fuck am I doing? This is bullshit – I should be spending time with my boys.” I was pretty successful in my career, and I didn’t need to be listening to these assholes drone on about shit I’d figured out years ago. So, I texted my sons and snuck out.
I didn’t get a text back, which was odd, given how they’re glued to their iPhones, but I figured maybe they were on the tour, or at the gym, or whatever. It was one of those hotels with key cards – so, you can’t really hear the door open, but as soon as it did, I heard sounds from inside. “Little fuckers,” I thought. “Derrick [my oldest] probably had his girlfriend up in here.” I was kind of pissed off, but kind of turned on, too. Figured I could get a peek at some hot college chick, and pretty much freak out one of my boys, whoever it was that was getting busy. Hell, maybe it was both of them. That would be kinky – but I wouldn’t put it past them – maybe Derrick was giving his brother a hot time with a college slut he’d been banging. I always got the sense he’d try anything once, but I never gave him shit for it. Hell – he got good grades, excelled in sports, and was a natural leader. It was college. This is where you’re supposed to get pussy. So, I snuck in and …
It was both of them, alright.
I can’t really explain what it feels like to be a father and to stumble upon your high-schooled aged kid sucking his older brother’s asshole, while his older brother slurps on the younger kid’s cock. Really got no words, what shot through me then. Anger. Shock. Embarrassment. Surprise. Freak-Out-Mountain. And, you know, about a hundred other things, given the … well … graphic nature of the scene.
But then …
But, then … I couldn’t take my eyes off ‘em. So fucking young, and so totally into each other. I didn’t even feel my cock get hard, but when I glanced, it was snaking down my pants. I was wearing my full power suit, like I usually do on business, and going commando, like I usually do on business – and I just looked at my big dick pushing down my leg, saw the wet spot spreading, and thought, “What the fuck is that?” Like – you know – it wasn’t my dick, but some kind of stranger that had just shown up in my pants. Seriously, if there was anything that could pull my eyes away from my youngest son rimming his older brother, it was the monster that had been unleashed between my legs that I didn’t even recognize.
Because, you know, I’m straight.
Except, they kept slurping on each other. Really loud. The sounds filled the hotel room – grunts and groans … they were into it. Completely. And, it was nasty. I mean – I wish you could see the picture I saw. Fucking imprinted on my brain. It’s there for eternity, that picture, whether I like it or not. One of the nastiest things I’ve ever seen, but nasty in a way that was so erotic, I can’t even explain it. You just had to be there to understand what I saw. Kept seeing. Couldn’t take my eyes off. That and my cock, which seemed to be ready to rip through my tailored suit.
It was my older son who pulled me out of my fixation. Fixations. Whatever it was I was fixated on, which was just about everything at that moment. “Fuck, yeah, bro – suck my hole. Fuck, I missed you. Suck your load out of me, Ross, so you can put another one in there. Been needing it bad, bro. Been so long since I been fucked the way you fuck me.”
Then, the big hairy kid dives back on his younger brother’s cock, and I can hear him choking on it, but still keeping his face all mashed down in his kid brother’s crotch. Like – he’s done this before. A lot. And, can’t get enough.
And I don’t know what happens, but I’m not myself anymore. I’m more fucking turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. And, my oldest son just begged for ‘another’ load up his ass, which means he has one up in there already, and begged to be fucked again – and all I can think about is doing just that. Fucking him. Like his younger brother obviously did.
I don’t even know how my cock got out of my pants. I know that sounds like such a fucking cliche – like you read in porn stories, or something – but I swear to God I can’t remember it. Like I was in shock or something, or sleep-walking, or sleep-jerking, or whatever. Because, the next thing I know I’m standing there, fully clothed, but clutching my cock like it’s a baseball bat, and it’s sticking straight out of my fly, long and hard as a rock, and the fucking thing is dripping like it ain’t dripped since the first night of my honeymoon.
And, then I hear this big fucking ‘slurrrrrrrrrrp’ followed by a pop, and I look up and my youngest son has pulled his face away from the ass he’s been eating and is getting up on his knees, head down, shoving his brother’s head on his cock. “Suck it, buddy. We got all day. I been saving loads for two weeks, bro – I’m just getting started.” And, he begins to fuck his brother’s face, who’s ass is sticking up, all wet, looking right at me.
Which is right about the time my youngest sees me, holding my cock, and fuck, the look on his face was priceless. Probably went through the same shit I just did, except he’s all revved up, face all wet and covered with ass-cum, dick all hard, and horny as hell. But, the minute he sees me is the minute he’s taken his brother’s head and shoved his cock all the way down his throat, so he just holds it there, eyes all big, while his oldest brother just moans and gags and chokes and then moans some more. It looks like Derrick gets off on being treated that way, because his ass starts bucking, and the sounds he makes are kind of like a whore – and I know a little bit about whores, because my wife stopped putting out about – oh, you know, ten years ago. Except I’m not talking about $1000/night whore-noises, which after a while, all sound the same, like they rehearsed in some kind of High-End Hooker Training Program. I’m talking about actual whore-noises, like the sounds you hear coming from the horny cougar who’s had enough of your best friend’s cock, and suddenly gets a hankering for yours. Then when she finds out yours is twice as big as his, she lets loose like a mongoose who’s never had a taste of cobra.
But, I got to give it to my youngest. Either he’s ballsy as shit or … doesn’t give a crap about getting caught, doesn’t care if I think they’re gay, doesn’t want to stop, or doesn’t miss the fact that I’m just as turned on as he is, because he’s caught me jerking my nine and a half inches of daddy-dick, while I watch him face-fuck his older brother. Because, he just pulls his brother’s head off his own impressive cock, tells him to take a deep breath, and then shoves back in, all the while looking at me.
Then, he winks, puts his fingers to his lips, and motions me forward.
I’m in a dream. A fucking trance. Because, I do move forward, closer to the bed. Then the kid starts talking, real low and dirty like.
“Yeah, bro. Suck it. Get it ready. Move back, stud. Come on – stick that ass up, bud, cuz once you get it hanging over the edge of the bed, I’m gonna pull out and mount your hungry butt, give you another load like you’ve been begging me to do.”
And, his older brother – his big, hairy, masculine, older brother jock who always won their wrestling matches – is doing what he’s told. His ass is shimmying, and he’s crawling back, and he’s sticking it up in the air, and the kid is making sounds like I’ve never heard before, choking and slurping and moaning, and at one point, he pulls off, dives down on his younger brother’s balls, and growls, “Fuck, yeah, stud. Gonna give me the big load you got in these nuts? Fill me with your swimmers – breed your bro? Fuck, need it so bad.” Then, he dives back down on the dick, sucking it like he’s a fucking pro.
And, my youngest just looks me in the eye. He’s all lusty. He’s been looking at my cock, which is sticking straight up, and which I’m still stroking, fully clothed, but my big balls have flopped out, all hairy and tight and round, and while he looks at me, he says, really low, in a whisper: “Yeah, bro. Gonna breed you again. So, get it ready for me. Come on, stud. Push it out – push out some of that load still in you, so it’s nice and wet for me – so I can just shove my cock in and start fucking, the way you like it.”
But, as he’s saying all this, he’s looking RIGHT at me, basically telling me what to do, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced.
And, after another groan – nearly animal and primal – my oldest son – jock, frat president, honor student – reaches between his legs, sticks his middle finger up his hole, and then his whole body tenses, and the lips flare out, and this big, thick glob of oozing man-cum just bubbles out of him, and he takes his fingers and rubs it all over his open hole, and then he sticks two fingers back in, digs really deep in his trench, and does it again – this time with a bigger flood of sperm that coats his hole and drips over his balls. His other hand has reached back and grabbed his glute, opening his muscled ass, getting ready for his younger stud brother to mount him.
At which point, I’m gone. And, my youngest is just looking at me, nodding, and all I can see in his eyes is him saying, “Go on, pops. Fuck him. I got him ready – your turn now.”
That’s what I read in his eyes, anyway.
And, so I let go of my cock, grab both of Derrick’s wrists, stick the head of my cock against his hole, and push in. All the way. To the root.
The kids flips out, body tensing, snorting, twisting and bucking a bit, but between the two of us, we’ve got him. I’ve got his wrists, Ross has his head, and our cocks pretty much got the rest of him – skewered like a pig.
And, having crossed the line, I’m not gonna hold back now, because this is the hottest sex I’ve had in years, and I know I’m gonna shoot a fountain of cum. I can barely believe the growl that comes out of my throat.
“You want a load, son? Well, I got one for ya, kid – here you go, sport – dad’s got a bunch of swimmers for ya – the one’s that made ya.”
And, the next thing I know I’m shooting as hard as I can remember shooting, and my youngest son is blowing his own load, shouting and groaning, and the oldest has figured out what’s going on and damn if he’s gonna let shock and surprise get in the way of the best day of his life, so he’s just taking as much as he can get and I’ve never seen anyone take so much dick and so much cum and do it so fucking well and love it so fucking much.
And, just as I begin to reduce the pounding I’m giving my jock son, I lean over his muscled back, and my youngest son – Ross – leans in, face still wet from sucking his brother’s ass, and we kiss – in a way that we’ve never kissed before, but I gotta say – nothing has ever felt better … and so natural.
We stayed like that, pumping into my oldest, tongues dancing down each other’s throats, chests heaving, and my world pretty much turned upside down.
Then, we broke the kiss.
“Love you, dad,” said Ross.
“Love you, too, son.” I replied.
And, my oldest just moaned between us.
We paused. And, then, on cue, we both started picking up the pace again. Because, why not go for round two? We’d barely gone soft.
I untied my tie as I began pushing back into the hottest ass I’d ever fucked. I was going to take my time undressing, because the last thing I wanted to do was to pull out of my son’s juicy jock-hole that was filled full of family cum. I had a lot of questions. A lot.
But this shit was too good to stop, and I figured the questions could wait.
Re-Run Five: Short and simply and situationally erotic. Substantially re-written. I wish I could do more like this – I sometimes get too long-formy.
Merry Christmas.
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Maybe it was the sound of Jase getting up that woke me up, or at
least started to pull me awake. The creak of the floorboards as he tried
to tread quietly across them, the quiet click of the bathroom
door closing. I wasn’t sleeping that great anyway – I always have
trouble with that, the first night sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, and
even though I’d slept in Grandma and Grandpa’s guest bedroom plenty of
times since I was a kid, anyplace that wasn’t my own bed counted as
unfamiliar.
I guess I’d lucked out getting the actual bed – me and
Jase had rock-paper-scissored for it, and he’d lost and wound up
sleeping on the air mattress on the floor next to it. Or not sleeping,
maybe – the old clock radio on the bedside table said it was nearly 1 in
the morning when he disappeared into the bathroom. When we were kids,
we used to sleep in this bed together, but we were pretty big dudes now,
men really – Jase sure was – and I guess everyone thought it would be
awkward if we had to cram into the old queen bed together. Awkward,
sure, but… I wouldn’t have minded, necessarily.
Yo, quit fucking thinking like that, Chris, a
voice in my head snapped the first time I thought it, this afternoon
when we’d humped our bags in here. And I’d tried not to, but fuck, here I
was, thinking it again – wondering if I’d be sleeping better with his
big, warm frame next to mine, or maybe I’d just be lying awake all
night, my cock half-boned in my shorts, throbbing full-hard whenever his
muscled thigh or hairy forearm grazed against me.
Shit… now I was hard,
hard and awake. Seeing the sliver of light under the bathroom door.
Hearing the quiet shuffling sounds from inside there, the lid of the
commode clanking up against the tank, the whisper of fabric sliding down
over hair and skin – Jase is taking his shorts off, dude, a
different voice in my brain piped up, and I couldn’t help but picture
it, squeezing the thickness in my shorts as I pictured his boxer briefs
sliding down his thick-muscled thighs. And then my ears started to pick
up more of the quiet noises coming from the bathroom, and I found myself
squeezing my bulge even harder.
No matter how quiet you’re trying
to be, everybody makes noises when they jack off. Sometimes it’s the
heavy breathing that gives it away, especially the closer you get to the
finish line. Sometimes it’s the sound of a hand on wet flesh. As quiet
as the rest of the house was, I could hear both – Jase’s huffing
breaths, the slick squick-squick-squick of a shuffling hand, the
creak of the floor as his weight shifted. I was wide awake now, awake
and hard as fuck, my dirty brain trying to picture my big brother
stroking his dick. Was he leaning against the counter? Standing over the
john? All the way naked, or his shorts down around his ankles? Did he
like to pinch his nipple, like I did? Rub his fingers over that tingly
spot just under the balls? Did he do it with his eyes closed, or did he
like to look down at his cock as he worked it, watch the head get all
red and dark and wet as he got closer and closer?
Dude, fuckin’ STOP IT, said
that voice in my head again, but nothing was gonna stop my hand from
slipping inside my own boxer briefs, feeling my cock all hard and
getting that pleasant kinda throb to it. Like it knew what was coming,
and it knew I wasn’t gonna stop myself from doing it.
I knew I
didn’t have enough time – I mean, sure, I could do a quick stroke, but
lately I’d been getting into really taking my time with it, and I knew a
quick stroke wasn’t going to take the edge off. It wouldn’t even
scratch the surface, honestly, and then I’d probably still be lying
here, my shorts full of the cum I wouldn’t know what to do with, still
horny, still thinking about Jase and his big legs and his big pecs with
the dark patch of fur on them, and his big, hard dick as he worked his
fist up and down it…
Shit, I was already starting to leak a
little, as I played with myself inside my shorts, under the covers, the
head of my dick starting to take over from the head on my shoulders,
doing my best not to make the bed creak or the covers rustle too much. I
was starting to think that maybe a quick one wouldn’t be so bad after
all, and maybe I could catch my cum and slurp it down before he came
out, if I just got real busy on my dick…
But then a kind of choked gasp-grunt came from the other side of the bathroom door, a husky whisper of “Aw fuck”, and
I could almost swear I could hear the shots of Jase’s cum hitting the
porcelain in there, his breath all heavy as he unloaded. I could for
sure picture it, and that wasn’t helping me stop stroking myself,
already reaching for my left nip as my cock throbbed and started to get
sticky in my right hand. I was right at the point where I couldn’t turn
back, when the water flushed in there. I nearly cursed out loud with
frustration, but I yanked my hand out of my shorts and rolled onto my
side so I wouldn’t be tenting the covers when he came out.
Nearly got busted, dude, the
stern voice in my head said, as Jase quietly opened the door and
emerged from the bathroom. I kind of squinched my eyelids mostly closed,
because I couldn’t help wanting to see him. I’d gotten a pretty good
look before we turned in, Jase in his T-shirt and his boxer briefs,
turning down the covers on the air mattress before I clicked the bedside
lamp off. A good look, but not enough, and now there he was, backlit by
the bathroom light as he quietly pulled the door closed, still throwing
a solid tent in his undies. He looked really, really good, especially
with the beard he’d been growing since his junior year at State. Bigger
and more sculpted than he’d been when he left for school, sure. Like a man,
like I wanted to look when I headed to school myself in the fall. The
light from the bathroom made the curves and definition of his muscles
pop, and the way his shorts rode low on his hips, showing off the V of
muscle that led down inside them, it was real easy to picture him naked,
real easy to picture him stepping past the air mattress and coming
towards the bed instead…
“Hey, did I wake you up?” Jase whispered
as his footsteps squeaked across the floor, and shit, I guess I hadn’t
closed my eyes as much as I thought I did. I could pretend to be asleep,
or…
“It’s alright,” I murmured back. “Wasn’t sleeping much anyway.”
“Shit,
sorry bro,” he said, and I heard the rubbery noise of him settling down
onto the air mattress. “Me either. Been tossing and turning ever since
the lights went out.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said, with a little laugh. “Used to sleep real easy here when we were kids, right?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, settling back. “Different when you’re grown up, though.”
Things went quiet again for a minute.
“Hardly
slept at all, the first month I was in the dorms,” he said after a
little while. “Weird not being in your own bed, y’know?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, which was dumb, because he couldn’t see that. “And if you can’t sleep, you can’t even… uh, well…”
Jase
let out a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel myself blushing all
over, because he knew exactly what I meant, and he’d just done exactly
that. Silence fell between us again, and I kind of wanted to bury my
head under the covers and never come out, not even for Christmas morning
with everyone.
“Guess you really weren’t asleep, were you, bro?”
he murmured real quietly a few minutes later. I couldn’t read the tone
in his voice, and all of a sudden, I was scared shitless. I had no idea
what to say.
The air mattress groaned as he shuffled around
again, and I could make out the shape of his head, hair still all
bed-heady, popping up beside the bed.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he
murmured. “I figured you were asleep, maybe I could… y’know… take care
of business, maybe help me sleep. If I knew you were awake, I wouldn’t
have…”
“It’s OK dude,” I said, my voice quiet and way steadier than I was feeling.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to weird you out…” he muttered.
“Who said I was weirded out?” I said, and I had no idea where that came from. “We’re dudes – we all do it, right?”
I
could just about make out the gleam of his teeth in the low light as he
grinned at me. He let out a quiet chuckle, reached up and knuckled my
bare shoulder.
“I guess we all do, you’re right,” he said. “No reason to be weird about it, yeah?”
“Nuh-uh,” I said, grinning myself now, because Jase always was kind of infectious like that.
“Shit, when I was your age, I couldn’t not do it,” he chuckled. “All the time, am I right?”
I
was blushing harder than ever, but I was smiling too. In the moment, it
felt good to talk to my big bro like this. Dude to dude. Man to man. My
cock had started to soften up, but now he was stirring again, talking
about jacking off with my stud brother.
“Right,” I said. “Shit, if I could, maybe I could sleep…”
Another long, quiet moment.
“So… why don’t you, bro?” he said, and I could see his smile gleaming still.
The idea of going to jerk off, and Jase knowing I
was jerking off, got me fully railed again, but I was hesitating too,
not knowing if I really should. Then the air mattress groaned again, and
Jase’s big form loomed beside the bed in the dimness.
“Fuck it, I
could go another round myself,” he said, and then I had to scoot over
all of a sudden as the mattress creaked and dipped and he slid onto the
bed beside me, sprawling out and getting comfortable.
“Dude, what…” I started, but he just hushed me.
“C’mon,
you never jacked it with a bud?” he said real quiet and low next to me,
sending shivers all through me. I could see his hands tugging at his
shorts, one reaching inside them.
Dude, it’s not too late to stop this, that
warning voice said in my head. Fuck, I was tired of that voice. So was
my dick. He was hard and ready, and there was no fucking way I was gonna
get to sleep, not now, not unless I…
“Yeah, attaboy,” Jase murmured as I pushed the covers down a little and slid my hand back inside my boxer briefs.
Sure,
it was weird at first, even though I’d imagined doing exactly this. I’d
only jerked off in the same room as a bud once or twice, in the dark,
both of us in separate beds, both doing it and knowing the other was
doing it, but not saying a word about it to each other. Which was kinda
hot, but seemed a little bit like we were missing the point, too. Me and
Jase had always been pretty tight, and I’d always looked up to him in a
pretty typical little-bro way, so the fact that I was kind of crushing
on him a bit lately made it somehow easier to get rolling. I couldn’t
have done it if he wasn’t doing the same thing right next to me, both of
us wrist-deep in our underwear, handling our pieces. He let out the
occasional sigh, let his breath deepen, and I took my cues from him.
“Yeah,
go for it, bro,” he murmured, and it was like somebody shot electricity
all through me. I grunted and he chuckled in reply and kept on working
himself.
I could just make out the sight of him tucking the
waistband of his shorts under his balls a couple minutes later, and I
could definitely make out the big shape of his cock, all hard and
curved, his fist working a slow but steady pace on it. Taking his time
with it, not like when he knocked his load out in the bathroom a little
bit ago. I swallowed nervously, then mirrored him, tucking my shorts
under my nuts and letting my cock out to play.
“Fuck, that’s it,”
he grunted softly, and now the sounds of our hands working our shafts
was louder in the room. Not so loud that anybody else could hear it, but
we could, and that was the main thing.
It was totally fucking
wild, stroking my cock out in the open like this, with my big brother
right beside me, doing the same. Doing it in our grandparents’ guest
room, in the bed we’d slept in together when we were littler. That naggy
kind of voice in my head had died down to barely a whisper, my other
head taking over as I got into the familiar, awesome feeling of my cock
throbbing in my fist as I stroked the length of it. I probably should’ve
been weirded out, like Jase had said – but I wasn’t. Just the opposite – I was getting hornier, more into it. Just
like Jase was, with his little soft grunts and sighs, and the squick-squick-squick sound of his hand working his sticky cock.
“You
OK, dude?” he murmured to me, his voice all kinda close to my ear,
sending a deep buzz through me to match the one coming out of my cock.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Fuck yeah.”
Jase
snorted a knowing little laugh at that, and I felt the graze of the
hair on his thigh as it brushed mine, and that sent a whole different
buzz through my body. Felt like my skin had been electrified where his
had touched it – no, was still touching it, rubbing almost accidentally against me as we both sprawled out a little more and got into our stroke games.
“Damn, you’re hung, lil bro,” he muttered after a minute, and I felt my guts knot up at that.
Jase is looking at your cock, dude, the horny voice in my brain said. He thinks you’re hung. Ain’t that fuckin’ awesome?
“S-so
are you,” I managed to mutter back, and I could just make out the gleam
of his teeth as he grinned at me in the dimness. Then he shuffled a
little closer to me, and more of our skin was touching, all warm and
alive, muscles and hair, and I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to.
“Got real big, this year,” he said again, and I could feel his eyes on me. Not on his cock, on me,
checking me out, which meant maybe I could check him out too… but then I
was already doing that, trying to make my eyes adjust to the darkness so I could see
more of his big college-dude muscles, the bulge and flex of the body I
wanted to have for myself, too.
“Gettin’ big like me, huh
Chrisser?” he murmured, practically in my ear, and my cock throbbed and
started to juice some more in my fist. I let out a soft little grunt, no
idea where it came from, but it was a hungry kind of sound, out in the
air between us, with the sounds of our cocks being stroked, our
breathing, our legs shifting on the covers, shifting against each other.
“Fuck,
hold up,” he murmured, and my hand froze in place on my cock, just holding onto it, all throbbing and a little sticky now, wondering what was up. Hoping he wasn’t going to try and put a stop to this, not now, not when it was just starting to get so good…
The mattress shifted again as he got up,
padded across the floorboards to the bathroom, and pushed the door open a
little more, letting more low light spill out into the room. It seemed
like it almost perfectly spotlit the bed, and it made Jase look like
something out of a dream, smiling and practically naked as he walked
back towards the bed and me, his big cock out, his hand kind of
maintenance-stroking it as he returned.
“Always better when
you can see what you’re doing, right?” he grinned as he slid back next
to me, closer than before, shoulder to shoulder with me as I gaped at
him. But I never let go of my cock the whole time, and as soon as he got
back to stroking his properly, I was matching him stroke for stroke.
“Yeah,
hard to tell under the sweater and the jacket and stuff,” he said, his
eyes roaming over my chest and stomach as we both stroked. I could see him doing it now, checking me out, and fuck, it felt awesome to be looked at like that. “But your
chest is much bigger.”
When his free hand reached over to
slide across and around my pecs, I bit back a groan, and had to clench
up inside not to cum. It was a total surprise, his touch and the sudden
near-miss with my load, but somehow I kept my cool, kept stroking, even
found myself flexing up a little for him to touch me more.
You’ve wanted this forever, dude, Horny Voice whispered inside my head. Don’t fuck it up. Be chill. Let it just… happen. And maybe you can get to touch him too…
I
sucked in a sharp breath when his hand shifted down to squeeze my
thigh, right in the middle of my quad. I almost froze up all over, and I
definitely stopped stroking.
“Yeah, legs are definitely bigger
too. Nice work, bro,” he murmured, and then noticed I’d stopped working
my cock. “You OK, dude?”
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, and sucked in
another ragged breath when he stroked his hand up and down my quad a
little, giving it a light squeeze.
“This OK?” he said, all low
and close, and I looked at him and nodded. Suddenly, being able to see
his face, see his body in the light from the bathroom, I felt even more
naked. I was naked around other dudes a fair amount, in the locker room
and stuff, and me and Jase had seen each other naked plenty of times.
But that was when we were younger, when we were kids. He definitely
wasn’t a kid anymore, and neither was I – he was a man, and I was
feeling like one too, especially now, with him kind of appreciating my
body, my muscles. Especially with my thigh all flexed up next to his,
and looking a whole lot like his.
“Good, bro. Glad you’re cool,” he said, and that smile of his, shit…
Then
he reached for my free hand, the one I wasn’t sure what to do with yet,
lifted it up and placed it on the thick, long muscle of his quad, and
grinned at me again.
“Just a couple of dudes chilling, right?” he grinned. “Relax. Enjoy it. Let’s go, bro.”
He
winked at me and got back to stroking in earnest, and I was a couple
beats behind him. But I caught up real quick, especially seeing his eyes
flicking over my body, feeling the squeeze of his free hand on my
thigh, feeling me up like nobody else had ever really done before – not
while I was basically naked, at least. He flexed his own thigh up under
my spare hand, and I got the message, my brain kicking into gear, moving
my hand up and down the furred hardness of his awesome leg, the big muscles under the fur and the flesh.
“Yeah bud,” he muttered, giving my thigh a deeper squeeze, and we got right back into it.
I’d always thought it was kinda funny how I’d turned out right-handed, but Jase was left-handed. One of those weird quirks of biology or whatever, but right now, it was perfect, because it meant my left hand and his right were free to squeeze-stroke each other’s thighs, while our other hands were busy on our cocks. On one level, that was weird as fuck, for sure, feeling each other up like that, but Jase’s thighs were so damn excellent – I’d really been working on getting mine bigger so they could look like his, and the way his big warm hand stroked over the muscles, grunting approvingly as I flexed them up for him again, filled me with all kinds of good feelings, about him and myself and what we were doing.
The funny part was, I’d been thinking I’d just rub out a real quick one, get my load and get back to sleep, but Jase didn’t seem too interested in speeding things along. He was in this for the ride, seemed like, and if he was cool with it, I for sure was. There was no way I wanted to bring this to an end too quick – it felt like the kind of opportunity I might get just this once in my life, to lay back and stroke off with my hot big brother, the two of us enjoying each other like I’d always dreamed of.
Then Jase shifted a little, slung his thigh over the top of mine, and slipped his free arm behind my neck, resting over my shoulders, getting real comfortable. I tensed up a little at that, even stopped stroking. I’d never been this close, this intimate with another dude before.
“Might as well enjoy it, right little bro?” he murmured, close to my ear again, and I felt all the hairs on my arms stand up. “Just go with it. Bro time, yeah?”
Fuck, I could’ve cum right then and there, but I slid my hand over the hairy, thick-muscled flesh of his leg, down the newly open inner thigh. Showing him I was game, if he was. He let out a deep, low grunt real close to my ear.
“Hot kid,” he murmured almost directly into my ear, and I let out a little grunt and squeezed the head of my cock to stop from shooting off. He just chuckled at that, his hand stroking its regular sticky rhythm on his big piece as I stared at it. Wondering how it would feel in my hand. Wondering how it might taste in my mouth. Wondering what else…
I stopped wondering, for now anyway, as I felt his fingertips tracing over my shoulder, the upper part of my pec, slowly working own over the skin, exploring the newly bigger muscle there that I’d gotten so proud of lately. Big pecs like his, someday soon, I hoped.
“So you never done this with a bud?” he murmured real close to my ear, and I shook my head. “Shame. It’s fun. Good-looking dude like you should be enjoying himself.”
Fuck, Jase was making this real hard for me, in a whole bunch of different ways, but hearing this deep, kinda sexy tone to his voice, this totally hot vibe between us, that was the hardest part of all. ‘Cos I’d been thinking about it a lot lately, imagining it, but never really expected or dreamed it could happen for real. And now all of a sudden, here we were, my studly big brother murmuring in my ear while we touched each other and stroked our cocks together.
Don’t overthink it, dude, the encouraging voice in my head murmured. Just go with it, and see where it leads. He’s as into this as you are. Maybe even more, You should find out…
I looked at him in the half-light coming from the bathroom, and he smiled at me, all white teeth and full lips framed with that thick, dark beard that made him look manly as fuck, and I knew all this was very cool. No need to be afraid of it. Like he said, like the voice in my head was saying – just go with it.
“I’ve thought about it,” I murmured back. “A lot.”
“Yeah, dude?” he grinned. “I bet you have. 17 and hard all the time, right? Big-dicked kid like you needs attention. Needs a bud to share stuff with. Doesn’t have to be anything it ain’t. Just… enjoying yourself, with somebody who wants to enjoy himself too.”
He hadn’t said a word about girls, and I almost got too deep inside my own head about that, wondering if he knew me and who I was better than even I did… and wondering about him, too. Who he was. Who he liked to be with.
He’s with YOU, dude, the voice piped up again. He likes it. You like it. So quit fuckin’ around, and just ENJOY it!
I ran my hand up and down his inner thigh again, and he let out something like a growl and spread his thighs a little wider, grinning at me in a kind of focused way as we both strummed our cocks. I felt his fingertips dancing around the skin of my pec, drawing closer to the stiffness of my nip, making it all tingly and throbby, making that electric wire that connected it to my cock throb and hum.
“This is… fuckin’ hot, Jase,” I half-whispered, and he just grinned and nodded and circled his finger around my nip.
“Yeah, you like talking about it, bro?” he half-whispered, and I just nodded back, because I did – it was insanely hot, not just the whole stroking off and touching each other, but the talking about it too. Even though I’d never done it before, except for grunting things to myself when I jacked off in my room, real quiet, turning myself on even more.
“Yeah, it’s hot, your cock all had in your hand, your best bud next to ya, both of you talking about it,” he practically whispered in my ear in one long, lusty flow of words. “Talking about how fuckin’ hard you are. How hot you are. How awesome it is, being a dude with your best dude. Gettin’ off together. Bein’ men, little bro.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, as quiet as I could.
“See how hard my cock is, little bro?” he murmured to me, and I stared at it and nodded. Such a big, hard, shiny cock.
“Tell me about yours,” he whispered, and I locked eyes with him, and after a moment, started to whisper back.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard, Jase,” I said, watching his handsome face respond, nodding encouragingly. “Never done this before, but I always wanted to. Get off with somebody I liked. Somebody like me.”
“I am like you, Chrisser,” he whispered. “And you’re like me. You know why that is?”
I shook my head, feeling even more like I’d fallen into some insanely hot dream.
“Because we’re brothers, little bro,” he almost growled in my ear, leaning in real close to whisper it to me, and I bit my lip and swallowed a loud moan, pinching the head of my cock again to stop the cum that was dangerously close to exploding out of it.
Jase got it, alright. I was just like him, and he was just like me, in a lot of ways. Two brothers, hot for this, and for each other, and fuck, that made so many things seem so possible…
“You like doin’ this with your big bro, buddy?” he whisper-growled, and all I could do was stare at him and nod.
“Yeah, stud,” he said, grinning, his fingers circling ever closer to the stiff nub of my tit. “I like doin’ this with you too.”
“Aw bro,” I whimpered, maybe a little loud, and he leaned in close.
“Shhhh,” he whispered softly, his breath washing over my lips, so close to me now. His lips so close to mine. “Nice and quiet, bro. We can make some noise some other time.”
Some other time… he was making it real hard for me to not shoot, even more when his fingertip grazed over my nip. I opened my mouth to moan, but swallowed it, just barely a squeak coming out, as he grinned and rubbed my tit more purposefully. Round and round, back and forth, making it and my cock throb doubletime. I writhed on the bed next to him, some careful part in the back of my brain mindful of the bedsprings and the noise they might make.
“You close, little bro?” he whispered, practically against my lips now, and all I could do was shiver and nod and keep on stroking. I vaguely noticed he;d picked up the pace on his own cock too, matching my stroke speed.
“You gonna cum with me, little brother?” he murmur-whispered. “Gonna cum for me?”
“Aw bro,” I whispered hotly, nodding. “Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad…”
“Yeah, I know you do,” he murmured. “Listening to me jacking off before got you all worked up, huh stud?”
I blushed, but nodded too.
“Yeah,” he nodded in reply. “Strokin’ my load out, knowing my little bro was right there, just a few feet away…”
I swallowed another moan at that, my hand beating faster on my cock as he matched my pace.
“Thinkin’ about how hot it’d be if you’d been there next to me, stroking off with me, little bro,” he said in a husky whisper. Suddenly the wet sounds of our foreskins slipping back and forth over our cockheads, the precum slicking things up nicely for us both, was just about all I could hear. That noise that meant you were close, real close, and any second now…
“I wanna see you cum, little bro,” he said, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nip, and then all of a sudden, I felt his other hand slip across my hip, cupping my balls, and I just about screamed out loud.
Jase’s big arm squeezed tighter around my neck, drawing me into him a little more, as he gave me a deep look and a big smile.
“Cum for me, Chrisser,” he whispered, his breath all hot on my lips, roling onto his side against me, and then his other hand slid up from my balls all smooth-like, pushing my hand up and off my cock and taking over, wrapping tight around my superhard cockshaft, stroking my cock like it was his own. Then his lips were on mine and his breath was pushing into my mouth, and then his tongue was sliding in too, and holy fuck I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming…
I moaned and moaned into my brother’s mouth, around his tongue, trying to kiss him back as I shot hot, hard jets of cum up my abdomen and chest, all the way up to my shoulder, my throat, his big hand expertly milking the hot jizz out of me as he sucked the moans from my throat and swallowed them along with my tongue and my spit. I shivered all over, having the most intense orgasm of my young life, Jase’s big arm almost cradling me as my balls turned inside out all over me.
Afterwards, all I could do was lay there and twitch and try to catch my breath. I felt Jase’s hand drop my cock and sweep through the hot streaks of cum on my belly, then the wet sound of his cock as he wrapped his cummed-up hand around himself and went for it. His mouth was still locked on mine, his turn now to grunt and pant and growl as the bed shook under us, his bicep doubling up bigtime as he worked his big, handsome cock, sucking on my tongue before his breath got all short and sharp and huffy. Then I felt it, felt the rain of hot, thick brother cum adding to the mess of mine on my body, eight distinct hot ropes of it joining my load all over me.
We kept kissing, a little slower, less hungry now, as our cum started to cool on me, Jase’s cock a big, sticky mass against my hip as we swapped tongues nice and slow. My first kiss with another dude, and I knew right then and there that I’d be wanting more of this, a lot more. With any dude, really, but with my big brother most of all.
Finally we broke it off, grinning at each other, Jase ruffling my hair with his other hand affectionately.
“Fuck, that was something, huh dude?” he said, as we both looked down my body at the smeared streaks of cum, glistening in the low light coming from the bathroom.
“Oh my god, I’m such a mess,” I muttered. Jase started to chuckle, low and quiet, and I couldn’t help but join in. When our laughter started to get a little louder, he pressed his lips back to mine, parting to receive his tongue again, quieting our laughter with another brotherly makeout.
After a little bit more of that, we separated again, and he climbed up off the bed and padded quietly into the bathroom. I heard the faucet running, and then he came back, cock still bobbing in the air, all rubbery and free from his underwear still tucked under his big balls, a hand towel in his hand. Then he sat side-saddle on the bed next to me, smiling as he swiped away the streaks of our cum from my skin with surprising tenderness. When he wrapped the warm, wet towel around my softening cock to wipe it slowly clean, I found myself getting hard again, and he just chuckled.
“Yeah, you’re just like me, little stud,” he murmured, leaning in to peck my lips, then tucking my cock back into my boxer briefs. It was crazy intimate – just a little gesture, but fuck. “Save it for next time, yeah?”
Next time, I thought, and that sent my cock into full hardness almost immediately. Jase dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed, tucked himself back into his shorts, then climbed over me and slid under the sheets, settling his big body up against me and slipping his forearm over my waist, squeezing lightly as he pressed his lips to my shoulder.
“Next time, we won’t make such a mess,” he murmured, his voice all low and deep and warm. “Plenty of places our cum can go, without leaving a trace.”
I could feel his lips curving into a smile against the skin of my shoulder as I turned to stare at him, my head full of all kinds of new things to consider.
“Not tonight, bro,” he said. “Get some sleep. We’ll see about the rest tomorrow.”
Fuck, sleep was like the furthest thing from my mind right then, but in a matter of minutes, his breath got all deep and even. With the warmth of his body up against me, the deep satisfaction of a well-spent load, and the regular, rhythmic sound of my big brother’s sleeping breath, soon I was slipping under myself, thoughts of tomorrow and more on my mind as my eyes slipped shut, falling into the deepest sleep I’d ever had outside my own bed, in my big brother’s big arms.
Shane pulled out first, standing up as he did. He absently wiped his sweaty forehead with one of his hairy forearms. Vince popped off of Finn’s meat and rolled over onto the bed, catching his breath. Finn’s dick was coated in bright white streaks of Paulson cum, and Vince felt his hole clench at the thought that both brothers had just emptied their balls inside of him.
Finn stroked his mostly-hard dick a couple times, collecting most of the cum in his hand. He brought it up to next to his beard, opened up, and began licking his palm clean. Shane fell on top of him, and began slurping up the white cream from his brother’s fingers. The men began to kiss, trading wads of seed from mouth to mouth as their hands roamed across one another.
When the Paulson brothers started making out, Vince was made aware again that his own dick was raging, and that he knew exactly how he wanted to blow his load.
Vince rolled up onto his feet and turned to the Paulson brothers. Both men pulled away from their kissing and cum-swapping to see Jones halfway tugging at his big, dripping piece. His chest hair was matted with sweat, and his muscles looked a kind of glossy in the stale light of his boyhood room.
Finn spoke up first. “Dude, that was fuckin’ hot! Never been able to do that with a guy before,” Vince stroked his cock and glowered, letting the foreskin slide along his shaft to reveal and cover his head in an easy motion. He let his face go hard until Finn’s eyes roamed down and saw his steel-hard meat. “Oh, man. That’s a fuckin’ beautiful dick. How do you wanna get it off?”
Vince lowered his voice, but said with a strange confidence, “Shane. Sucking me off. In the garage.”
Without waiting for the brothers to respond, Vince turned on his heels and walked out. He made his way to the garage naked, and only had to move a few things around before he found the chair.
It was the same chair that a teenage Shane Paulson would sink his fine ass onto as a morbidly awkward cocksucker would worship him at every turn. Vince found a couple ratty blankets, and threw one on the chair’s seat and sprawled the other on the floor.
By this time, the Paulson brothers had scrambled up and fell into the mostly-packed garage. Neither man had bothered to get dressed, and both let their half-hard cocks swing proudly as they joined Vince.
The younger Paulson seemed pensive, as though memories were washing over him and conflicting with his present. Finn’s face, on the other hand, lit up with a huge grin, his white teeth almost impossible in the dim light that peered in from the shallow windows of the garage door.
“Dude, Shane just told me about how you used to blow him back in school. How it never went the other way.” The elder Paulson brother gripped Shane’s neck, insisting gently as his younger brother fell to his knees. Finn met Vince’s eye, nodding to the chair. “If you only knew how it was with us, dude…”
Vince spread his hairy thighs wide as Shane crawled between them. His face was so fucking perfect–a mix of delicate and hard, young for his age but hard-won wisdom–that Vince Jones thought he might blow just from having the man lick his hair-trigger hard meat. Shane nuzzled his beard-stubbled jaw along his thick inner thigh, and Vince caught his breath at the sensation. Shane looked up at the man with a new kind of hunger, and he didn’t look away as he dove in on the hairy crotch in front of him. He kept his mouth closed, rubbing his face across Vince’s sac and taint and thighs as though he were desperate for his scent. The feeling of soft lips and scraping stubble was amazing, and Vince felt the need to cum subside. He kept up the eye contact with Shane, and was now happy to let the man worship his sweaty junk. Without looking up, he asked Finn, “So how was it with you?”
“We’re brothers,” Finn offered, his gaze fixed on watching his brother work on Vince. “We’ve always had a bond. Not like, fuckin’, not always. Near as I can guess, though, me and Shane were sucking each other off pretty regular around the same time he was makin’ you go down on him.”
“Oh yeah?” Vince smirked, a swell of some feeling like ownership filling his voice. He reached down and gripped his thick piece at the base, slapping along Shane’s forehead with its hardness. Vince let go of his cock and snatched up a handful of the younger Paulson’s hair. He pushed down and he slid his ass a bit forward, bringing his sweaty, just-fucked ass level to Shane’s mouth. The men were locked by their eyes, Shane was almost pleading despite not saying a word. Vince cocked his head to the side, then used the fistful of hair in his hand to press Shane’s lips against his cum-slicked hole. As Shane began tentative licks across the hairy trench, Vince looked up to his older brother. “Tell me more.”
Shane was feasting on Vince’s ass like it was a mission from God. His tongue drove deep, ferreting out pearls of cum he and his brother had just shot up inside. Vince stroked his cock absently, savoring the notion that this was going to last.
“We started just jerking off together,” Finn began. “We shared a room, and I was horny. Convinced him to give me a handjob. Then we traded them. Then I blew him one night. Convinced him he owed me, and then we were off to the races.”
Finn’s enormous meat began to firm up again as he talked. “I was…y’know, big, even then. When we started, Shane couldn’t get more than a couple inches in without gagging. I wasn’t any better–fuck, we were both just figuring it out. Pretty much every night, though, after our Mama fell asleep, we’d be at it. By the time I left home, he was a cocksucking champ. Can’t believe you never got some, dude!”
As good as Shane was at eating ass, and as good as his work felt on his hole, Vince wanted to fuck the youngest Paulson’s perfect face. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to hurt the man, but Vince felt like he had been robbed of something he couldn’t place. Maybe busting his nut in the man’s mouth would balance the scales.
Vince sat up in the chair, depriving Shane of his hole. His beard was streaked in spit and small gobs of the cum from Vince’s double-fucked hole. Vince aimed his dick–eight angry inches, covered by a full hood over the head, dripping precum like a slow piss–at Shane’s open mouth.
Shane swallowed him to the base without flinching. His nose was crushed in Vince’s thick patch of bush that fanned out into thick hair along his thighs. Vince could feel the man breathing in his musk despite having a mouth full of dick, and it gave him a surge of pride as Shane seemed so fixated.
Vince and Finn continued to stare at one another. By now, Finn was back to raging hardness, as apparently watching his brother suck dick was enough. Finn barely touched himself as he talked. Vince asked, “When did you guys first…fuck?” He said the last word with a tentative, almost solemn tone.
“Not til later,” Finn confessed, “I mean, after I moved away I met some other dudes. Learned how to fuck a guy. Learned how to take it. Kinda kept that side of me hidden from Shane, though. Figured he would think it was too far.”
Shane was working Vince’s cock like he had been sucking dick his whole life. The velvet confines of his throat were the perfect mix or warmth, wet, and friction. The younger Paulson brother wormed his tongue into Vince’s foreskin, moaning as his efforts earned small spurts of precum.
“So you’re a pig. I already knew that,” Vince said, letting his hands run up his torso. His fingers strummed his nipples as he insisted, “When did you first fuck?”
“His wife was pregnant. Not that they had been fucking much anyway,” Finn answered, then followed up as he saw a hint of horror in Vince’s expression. “C’mon, brothers talk! Shane was hard up. We had knocked off messin’ around for a while, but he was losing his damn mind. One night, we got drunk, and I blew him again. We kinda fell back in together after that, and I was happy I could help my baby bro out.”
“One night, after his wife announced her second pregnancy, Shane got shitfaced drunk and I had to pick him up. We were tradin’ head in my truck, and I had him edging for almost an hour. Partways ‘cause of whiskey dick, the other part ‘cause I wanted him to fuck me. He was a mess, not sure how he was gonna handle another mouth to feed. He and wifey were already tense. Shane had a lot on his plate, so, like a good brother, I helped him get his release. Sat right down on him before he could react. Before I knew it, he pounded a good three loads up inside me.”
Vince looked down at Shane, who had been mostly silent as he bobbed along his shaft. The head felt damn good–if he let it happen, Shane would no doubt milk his load out in no time. But Vince wanted it to last. He wasn’t sure if this would ever happen again. There was no telling how soon he’d ever come back to this shithole little town, even with the prospect of the Paulson brothers.
Vince wanted to drop his seed in Shane Paulson’s mouth, of that he was certain. There was a kind of weird karma, he thought. Except that Shane was on all fours, and his hairy muscle butt was sticking out like a Christmas gift. He’d already had it–felt that perfect hole wrapped around his piece, marked it with his cum–but he was torn. Vince pressed, “When did you fuck him? The first time, I mean.”
Finn was running his hand loosely along his cock, and it was slick with his own precum and the previous fuck glaze from when he had shared Vince’s ass. He was licking his lips as he stared at his brother’s ass. “For a while, it was just him fucking me. But then one night, he let me eat his ass. That got him curious, I guess, ‘cause I was eating his hole out nearly every chance we were alone. I finally got to fuck him on my birthday. Spent an hour licking his ass, but then he sat on it like a born bottom. After that, he pretty much only took my dick.”
Finn dropped to his knees, as though he had convinced himself. He edged up to Shane’s hole with his huge dick swinging. He batted his younger brother’s legs wide enough for him to approach, and spat onto his hairy crack a couple times before shoving halfway in.
Shane groaned on Vince’s piece still fully engulfed by his mouth. He had been staring up to Vince, but his eyelids fluttered as he took his brother’s penetration. Shane stopped cranking his neck up and down Vince’s shaft as he took Finn’s dick, instead using his tongue to worship along the sensitive underside.
Vince was fixed in the moment, trying to take it all in. Shane–the man who had used him as a personal cocksucker when they were teens, the man who fueled many of Vince’s jerk fantasies–was now on his knees, blowing him like a whore. What’s more, his own brother was sinking balls deep into Shane’s perfect, hairy ass, turning what he thought was a straight-but-flexible fantasy man into a full-on cunt. That prospect made his own nuts churn.
Finn was sawing in and out of Shane when he leaned in to Vince. Vince gripped the back of Shane’s head and met Finn halfway. Making out with Finn was intense, and Vince could taste the remains of their cum and his ass on Finn’s breath. “Can’t believe you guys fuck,” Vince muttered between kisses, and Finn pulled away with a grin.
“All the time, man. Sometimes with other dudes, even.”
“No fuckin’ way,” Vince was slack-mouthed at the admission. “I thought you said–”
“You’re the first dude we fucked at the same time. Like, at the same time. But we’ve fucked around with some dudes I know. Can keep their mouths shut, not get hung up, just enjoy the fuck and go back to their wives satisfied.”
“No fuckin’ way.” Vince doubled down. His dick throbbed in Shane’s throat at the thought of the Paulson brothers fucking around.
“Believe it, dude,” Finn was pounding on his brother’s ass like he meant it. As though he was heading for the home stretch.
Vince reached out and pulled apart Shane’s muscular cheeks, giving his elder brother better access. He looked up to Finn and nodded. “You gonna breed your little brother, stud? Knock that cunt up right?”
Finn growled, “You know it, man! Best pussy ever, sucking the nut straight from my balls. You want in on this, dude? Wanna mark my baby brother’s cunt?”
Vince had made every intention of fucking his seed into Shane’s throat, but Finn had egged him on too far. He ripped his dick from the younger Paulson and pulled him off of Finn with a powerful jerk of Shane’s shoulder. Vince all but slid across Shane’s back and found his cock head against a wet, pulsing hole.
Finn was about to protest when Vince shot him a desperate, ravenous glare. “I gotta fuck that hole, bro,” Vince insisted, “Gotta seed that hot fuckin’ cunt.”
Vince rammed in full-bore, and all three men groaned in unison. He grabbed Shane’s hips and began rabbit-fucking until he felt his nuts pulling tight.
While Vince was fucking away, Finn stood and straddled his brother’s waist. His hand was a blur along his meat, and Finn started cursing as he closed in on his own load.
The first shot of Finn’s cum blasted onto Vince’s beard. From there, the elder Paulson aimed his piece downward, with each following shot splattering along Vince’s shaft as it fucked into Shane’s deep, tight hole.
The feeling of Finn’s seed on his face was a definite turn-on. Watching Finn cum on his dick–as he was fucking it into his baby brother–was enough to drive him over the edge. Vince’s mouth became a stream of curses as he slammed deep into Shane’s pussy, his cum intermingling with Finn’s. The older Paulson brother curled his neck down and met Vince eye-to-eye, making out passionately as they rode out the sensation.
The men untangled and sat bare-assed on the blanket. Shane was still breathing hard. Finn was nearly a walking smile. Vince stared through the stale light, trying to read both men. He asked in a half-whisper, “We good?”
Vince leveled his gaze to Shane specifically. Shane looked up, squinted, and then smirked. “Fuck yeah, bro. How’s your hole?”
“Good to go. How’s yours?” Vince grinned.
“Pretty wrecked. Full of cum. But good to go.”
Finn laughed, “We’re all fucked out.”
Vince nodded to the younger Paulson. “Maybe not all of us.”
Shane was still boned up, having not yet cum from taking both men up the ass. He was pumping his meat with purpose.
Finn let out a slow laugh, “I guess not. Shane?”
Shane’s face lit up, and he reached over to grab the back of Vince’s head. They pulled in for a deep kiss, and then the two men made eye contact. Shane Paulson cut a quick glance to his dick, then back up to Vince.
“It’s been a long time since you sucked me off, bro. If I remember right, it’s still the best head I’ve ever had.” Shane’s eyes crinkled as he offered a warm smile. He urged, “C’mon buddy. For old time’s sake?”
Shane Paulson wagged his dick, and Vince couldn’t scramble fast enough to chow down on that perfect fuckin’ dick.
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Vince shuddered as he felt a mouth against his hole. He stopped fucking Shane for a moment and reveled in the way Finn’s tongue worshiped his pucker. Still, after a minute, Vince returned to the hard fuck, going for broke a second time in Shane’s sweet, sweet hole. The slick feeling across his shaft made Vince thrust a little harder each time, and Shane was shouting into the pillow each time Vince hit bottom.
This went on for a while, until Finn wedged in between Vince’s legs. His enormous piece was rock-hard as it slapped against Vince’s hairy ass, leaving trails of slick in its wake. Vince shook as Finn’s heavy cock wedged into him. Vince felt his own cock swell inside Shane, and all three men grunted as the head of Finn’s dick continued to split him.
Finn began sawing his piece into Vince’s hole, and Vince was reduced to hugging Shane’s chest as he took in Finn’s oversized meat. Vince had estimated before that Finn packed over ten inches–not so much thick, but hard as a brick and rippling with veins–and now Finn was grinding it deep inside his ass.
“Fuck man,” Finn whispered into Vince’s ear. “Sweet fuckin’ cunt…so fuckin’ sweet. I’m gonna cunt you out, bro.”
Vince ran his hands around Shane, his fingers trailing through the thatch of thick hair along his chest. Vince found Shane’s nipples and grazed them, forcing Shane to shudder beneath him. Both men grunted as Finn bottomed out inside Vince. Vince felt nearly split open as the Finn’s cock pushed deeper than he thought possible, the veins so hard that he swore he could feel Finn’s heartbeat.
Finn planted his hands together along the small of Vince’s back, forcing him to stay hunched over his kid brother. The Paulson boys had been fucking around since Shane’s wife was pregnant with their first baby, but fucking another dude together was taking it to a whole new level. The idea made his dick throb, and that made the man beneath him groan as his big piece expanded.
“You like this, bro?” Finn spat, a wicked smile planted across his face. He slid out of Vince by half, waited a breath, then shoved back in. His hips started bucking, and where the men met started making hard, wet slapping sounds. Vince continued to fuck into Shane, his perfect hairy ass still clenching around his dick as Finn, in a way, was fucking them both. Between thrusts, Finn was a torrent of filthy talk:
“I see why my brother bred this hole, bro. Fuckin’ tight, deep pussy!”
“You should see this pussy swallow up my dick, bro. Dude’s gruntin’ like it hurts, but that hole is milking me for filth.”
It was a few moments later that Shane pulled off of Vince’s cock and shifted off the bed where Vince remained on all fours. Finn was pounding him at full rut from behind, and both men barely registered that the younger Paulson had disengaged.
Vince had buried his face into the mattress, trying his best to open his hole for the ten-inch invader. Both Paulson brothers packed significant meat between their legs, with Finn having length over Shane’s girth. From his position of getting railed by the elder Paulson, Vince could hear the brothers whispering to one another as he continued to take the fuck.
“Get up,” Shane said flatly. His eyes had narrowed into a something cold and hungry. His brother was stroking Shane’s hefty piece to hardness, and he popped his own dick out of Vince’s slick ass. Vince became keenly aware of his openness now that his hole was abandoned.
Finn turned around and rolled onto the mattress as Vince stood. His massive boner stood upright, appearing as a slick, vicious spike in the dim light. The head was smaller and tapered, making it a great piece for entering a tight hole. The rest of the dick–all ten inches of the monster–was ridged with heavy veins and looked menacing as it seemed to erupt from his thick patch of dark fur. His balls hung low in a hairy sac between his muscular thighs, nearly reaching his hole as he laid on his back.
Shane spoke, and it broke Vince out of the reverie he was experiencing at the sight of Finn’s enormous cock. “Sit on it, bro,” he encouraged. “Go ahead, drop that stud hole on my brother’s huge fuckin’ dick.”
Shane grabbed Vince by the shoulder, his hand squeezing gently. Vince stepped up onto the bed, then squatted down to accept Finn back inside him. Finn’s veiny cock felt amazing as he sank down. All three men groaned their approval as Vince Jones’ hairy ass bottomed out. Finn pulled Vince in by his chin, and both began swapping tongues in feverish, starving kisses.
Finn Paulson began thrusting upwards into Vince’s trench. Both men moaned into another’s mouth, and Finn felt his hole open to accept the different angle of fucking. Within a minute, Vince was riding back onto the dick that threatened to split him for its length, bucking his hips to drive Finn deeper into his own ass.
Vince was caught up in the sensations of the fuck Finn was throwing him, and for a moment he had not considered Shane. He craned his neck around to see the younger Paulson brother standing at the edge of the mattress, screwing his fist along his dick lazily. Shane had a perfect dick to go along with his perfect body–nearing nine inches, with a fat red knob for a head and a massive vein along the side, almost as thick as a wrist. Shane had a cock made for porn, Vince thought, and it was this piece that had trained away his gag reflex back in high school. It was this cock that fucked him bare–bred him like pussy–in his Mama’s house only yesterday.
And it was this cock that he both craved and feared as Finn coerced, “C’mon, bro. Stick it in him, right next to mine. Let’s cunt this dude together.”
Vince clamped his hole tight as he could at the prospect of taking both Paulson brothers at the same time. Having Finn wedged in nuts-deep made resistance to getting fucked double futile, and already Shane had slipped in behind him. Vince felt the younger Paulson’s hairy chest drag along his back, then his breath as his mouth grazed his nape. Vince shivered at the contact, and his hole gripped at Finn’s meat. “His hole’s hungry, Shane.” Finn egged his brother on, “fucker is milkin’ me at just hearing the Paulson boys are gonna both fuck him.”
Shane grabbed on of Vince’s flanks, using the other hand to guide his wrecking ball of a cock head towards the hole already stretched out by his elder brother’s mammoth piece. Vince let out a sound from deep within his chest–a kind of profound grunt of need, of being broken, of surrender–as his ass was pierced open by the fat head of Shane’s dick.
Vince had pulled away at first, overwhelmed by the sensation. He’d double-fucked a lot of guys with his ex Andy–the little bitch couldn’t get enough dick inside him, and he and Vince had a stable of vetted studs that would share Andy’s raw, hungry cunt–but Vince had never taken on two cocks in his ass at once. In his effort to squirm out of getting two Paulson dicks, he twisted his hips around and swallowed up another couple inches of Shane’s wickedly thick meat.
Shane wrapped his arms around Vince, his thick forearms hugging him from behind. Finn remained motionless, his cock planted deep inside Vince as he studied the man’s handsome face. The look of pain, and disbelief that he was getting double dicked, made Finn lick his lips as he waited.
It was Shane’s turn to talk dirty. As he spoke in a a low tone behind Vince’s ear, Vince could feel himself relaxing against the thickness of two dicks in his ass, and Shane took every chance he saw to wedge in and out of Vince as he talked him through it.
“C’mon stud, give Daddy that sweet hole.”
“Fuckin’ butch hairy cunt feels so good on my sweaty dick, buddy. Deep muscle pussy is opening up like a pro!”
“Almost there, baby boy. Got almost all of my big dick balls deep inside you. Sharing that stud pussy with my brother.”
“Fuck! There ya go, stud, swallowin’ us both to the root. You like that–two brothers claiming that cunt as ours? Fucking that butch ass together?”
Vince amazed himself as he focused on his breathing, relaxing his hole as much as he could. Both men were fully inside of him, and Vince felt wiped out as Shane’s words made him feel both dirty and hungry for more. Slowly, and with purpose, both the Paulsons began fucking into Vince with short, steady strokes. The sensation of two cocks’ friction, competing and filling him as their every ridge and vein scraped along his insides, made Shane whimper and see stars.
As Vince opened up, both men began fucking in earnest. Finn was ramming upwards only by a couple inches, but each time he shoved in against the thickness of Shane’s piece it felt savage. The look on his face was knowing and cool, as though he was enjoying the fuck as much as he was eager to blast.
Shane, on the other hand, was brutal, thrusting into Vince like he almost wanted to hurt him. Vince could feel the crown of Shane’s head pull along his rim, only to gasp out loud as it pounded back up deep. Over and over again, Shane was relentless as he fucked his tripod cock alongside his big brother’s.
“I’m getting there, bro,” Shane growled, his hips smashing up against Vince’s meaty butt. “Gonna nut deep in a cunt with my brother. Gonna glaze that big bro dick with my brother seed. Gonna cream tha—AW, FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Shane Paulson ravaged Vince’s ass as he shot, each blast of cum punctuated with a hard thrust that almost knocked Vince off of their dicks. His voice was a guttural series of the word ‘fuck’ as he rode out his orgasm, and for a moment Vince grew scared that Shane would seriously rip him open as he made his breed stick.
Finn stopped fucking up as he watched his baby brother get off. As Shane’s cum subsided, though, Finn reached back to grab his ass. “Stay deep inside, bro. I’m close, and I wanna blow next to your dick.”
Finn was a little over a minute behind his brother, shoving into the shared hole from beneath and hitting a spot inside that made Vince’s uncut cock spit out precum at every thrust. Soon, though, Finn was cursing up a storm as he unloaded, his seed joining his brother’s far up within the shared pussy they created. Vince shuddered as he felt his ass grow more slick, somehow warmer, because of the double fuck.
Shane pulled out first, standing up as he did. He absently wiped his sweaty forehead with one of his hairy forearms. Vince popped off of Finn’s meat and rolled over onto the bed, catching his breath. Finn’s dick was coated in bright white streaks of Paulson cum, and Vince felt his hole clench at the thought that both brothers had just emptied their balls inside of him.
Finn stroked his mostly-hard dick a couple times, collecting most of the cum in his hand. He brought it up to next to his beard, opened up, and began licking his palm clean. Shane fell on top of him, and began slurping up the white cream from his brother’s fingers. The men began to kiss, trading wads of seed from mouth to mouth as their hands roamed across one another.
When the Paulson brothers started making out, Vince was made aware again that his own dick was raging, and that he knew exactly how he wanted to blow his load.
Tales from Under the Mattress 