My Boyfriend And My Two Dads

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This story was briefly posted on LPSG last year. It has since been edited to fit the ToS.

Chapter 1: "Cheers to New Chapters" (Part 1/2)
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ERIC:

Even after dating for a year, my boyfriend couldn't get over the fact I had two gay dads. Not that I really blamed him, I was used to people's reactions. It might not be unusual to meet gay couples with kids now, but that wasn't really the trend 21 years ago when I was born.

Besides, Will's family was hardly supportive of him, so he envied how close I was to my dads. Will's parents split when he was a baby and went on to marry other people and have more kids with them. So even though he had two families, Will never felt a part of either. Both his father and stepfather were very strict, and he never forged a meaningful bond with either.

On the other hand, I could not have asked for more supportive parents. We lived in a large house in what would be fair to describe as the middle of nowhere, so the three of us spent a lot of time together. I went to school for the first six years and hated every minute of it. Because of problems with bullies and unsupportive teachers, my dad David decided to homeschool me (with my other dad Sven chiming in to help occasionally as well). Before becoming a full-time writer David was a college professor, and he made an excellent teacher. I easily got accepted at the university of my choice, which is where I met Will met at the beginning of our senior year.

The worst part about college was being all the way across the country from my parents. Although they had each other, they didn't have many other relatives; Sven's family being in Germany and David not being in touch with his after they cut him off when he came out in the '80s. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do after college but I knew I wanted to move back closer to them, for both their sake and mine.

As graduation approached and Will and I were still going strong, we started to talk about moving in together. That idea seemed to crumble down as soon as we started looking at apartments and realized we couldn't afford anything. Will was especially sad, since he couldn't count on any help from his family. So I came up with an idea.

"Why don't we move in with my dads?"

"What?" Will said as we lay in bed naked and sweaty one Sunday afternoon, after having had sex for most of the day. (Will and I applied to be roommates shortly after we started dating, which meant we spent most of our free time in our room, naked, fucking.)

"Yeah, it'll give us a chance to save up for six months or a year, and get our own place as soon as we can afford one."

"Would your dads even be okay with this, have you talked about it?" he asked sitting up, my dried cum still glistening on his chest. His load was safely inside me.

"No, but I'm sure they'll be fine. My parents never say no to me."

"Won't it be a bit... crowded," he said, gently stroking my hair.

"You haven't been to my house, it's huge. There are like three spare bedrooms, we'll be fine."

"Guess we'll have to put a gag in your mouth so your parents don't hear when I'm fucking you," he teased, and I noticed his dick chubbing up again. Guess the fact that I found a solution to our problem made him horny.

"That's okay, it'll be payback for all the times I overheard them."

"Fuck," was all Will said and leaned forward to kiss me, eventually flipping me over and adding another load in my ass.

—​

Will met my parents the day before our graduation ceremony. They'd gotten a hotel room close to our school, rented a car, and treated us to a fancy dinner out in town. I'd never seen them smile wider and look prouder of me than when I got my diploma. The following day, we drove to donate most of the stuff Will and I no longer needed, then we all headed to the airport. Will had gotten a congratulatory text from each of his parents, but neither of them had bothered to show up.

—​

"So is there anything about your parents that I need to know?" Will had asked a week earlier, while we were slowly packing our suitcases.

"They drink a lot! We're no lightweights but trust me, they can give us a run for our money."

"I like them already," he riposted, folding a sweatshirt.

"And you know how Sven grew up in Germany, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well you know how there nudity's not really a big deal, and like a lot of people aren't shy to be seen naked and stuff?"

"Are you... trying to tell me your dad's a nudist?"

"No, not really. But he is naked at home a lot. I know some people might think that's weird, but I'm just used to it. So like, just wanna make sure you're comfortable with that."

"Totally. I mean, it's not something that would ever fly in my family, but hey. Plus it's his house, he's letting me live there rent-free, who am I to complain?"

(When I asked my parents if I could move back home, we'd agreed that Will and I would get our own groceries, but we wouldn't be paying rent so we can save up.)

"Cool," I said, feeling relieved. "Other than that there isn't really anything. They're cool people, I'm sure you'll get along."

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(Part 2/2)

WILL:

I have to admit I was worried when Eric mentioned his dad likes to walk around naked. All this time, I'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop, this whole thing had seemed too good to be true. I get to live rent-free, be with Eric, and finally experience life with with a loving family? I was always jealous of how much Eric liked his dads, and I couldn't even imagine what it would've been like growing up as a gay boy with gay parents like David and Sven.

But then the anxiety and doubt started to creep in. Maybe I idealized them too much before I even met them? Now I was picturing an unattractive, middle-aged man walking around naked, making me feel trapped in a house I felt uncomfortable in.

Turns out, I needn't have worried. When I met my boyfriend's two dads, I was amazed by how handsome they were. I could barely keep my eyes off them! They were both snappy dressers and seemed to be in more-than-decent shape. Sharp contrast to my dad and stepdad, who both sported beer guts and wore exclusively hoodies and baggy cargo shorts.

My mood that whole night was pure euphoria. I was graduating college, had a safe place to stay, and would be living with three other gay men! I was lucky there was so much to be done those last few days of school, otherwise I would've broken down and cried tears of gratitude and happiness in front of everyone.

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We arrived at the house just around dinner time. Eric had been right: it was huge. It had three floors plus a basement. Eric gave me a tour and showed me the home gym, the large TV area, and the open-plan kitchen. In the back, there was a large pool and a patio. The nearest house was five to ten minutes away, so the yard was completely private.

When we all reconvened in the kitchen, David was already making dinner.

"Welcome. Our home is your home," Sven said, passing out four glasses of prosecco. "Cheers: to new chapters."

"Cheers," we all said and clinked glasses.

"Hey hey hey, no," Sven stopped me before I managed to take a sip. "In the eyes!" he said, shaking a finger between my eyes and his.

"It's a thing," Eric explained. "You gotta look each person in the eyes when you cheer otherwise it's seven years of bad sex. He takes it very seriously!"

"Well I don't want seven years of bad sex!" Sven laughed and gave his husband a quick pat on the ass.

"My bad, I'm sorry," I said with a smile. "Cheers," I repeated then clinked glasses with Eric while looking him straight in the eyes, then David, then finally Sven. Sven winked at me mischievously as we made eye contact and cheered.

"So, what's the first thing you wanna do?" Eric asked.

"First thing I wanna do is take a shower!" I said, feeling gross after our flight.

"Same!" Eric said. "Come, I'll join you."

He led the way to our bedroom, and I was in mild shock he'd said in front of his parents that we'd be showering together. Of course, we shared a bedroom so they knew we'd be having sex, but I was still surprised to hear him bring up shared showers so casually.

I was happy we had an en-suite bathroom, but the only problem with it was how small the shower was (the same shower Eric had used as a kid). Still, we were determined and both squeezed in, which of course led to kissing and jerking each other off before long. We spent about 10 minutes edging each other, then came out of the shower and toweled off, our stiff dicks bouncing up and down.

"Fuck me!" Eric demanded and led me out to the queen-size bed.

"We gotta go down for dinner soon," I reminded him, even though I was horny as hell as well.

"We'll be quick," he said and reached to the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. "This has been there forever but it'll do the trick."

Eric squirted some on his right hand and lubed up his hole, kneeling in front of me on the bed. My dick was already rock-hard and I glided it inside Eric, who let out a soft moan.

"Fuck," I said, and started fucking him. I climbed on the bed as Eric lay on his stomach with me on top of him. I wanted to be quick, but at the same time prolong the pleasure at least a few more minutes. So I took my time, fucking my boyfriend in his childhood bedroom, while his parents were downstairs cooking us dinner.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck!" I said and instinctively reached for the cover and pulled it up over our lower bodies. My dick was still inside Eric.

"Yes?" Eric shouted.

Instead a talking through the door, David opened it and looked inside the room. The bed was facing the door, just a few feet from it.

"Dinner's ready. Don't let it get cold," he said, completely ignoring what was going on.

"We're coming," Eric said, his head tilted back to speak to his dad.

"I bet you are," David grinned and shut the door behind him.

"What the fuck?!" I said, trying not to shout. Less than half an hour in, and we'd already been busted. And not just that, my dick was still inside my boyfriend's ass as he had a casual conversation with his dad, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Neither of them overreacted or made a big deal out of it so I didn't want to either, but holy shit! I knew I was supposed to feel embarrassed and lose my hard-on, but my dick was literally harder than I'd ever felt it in my life.

"I'm close. Keep fucking," Eric said, turning back around.

I didn't need asking twice. I kept going and in just a couple of thrusts I started shooting inside Eric's hole. As soon as he felt it he started cumming as well, jerking himself off and shooting all over the sheets. We both yelled out in ecstasy. "Oh yes! Fuck yes!!"

—​

Three minutes later we were sitting at the dining table with David and Sven, their son's ass still full of my nut.

During dinner we mostly talked about job opportunities in the area, which in a town so small were very limited. The food was delicious and we had a generous amount of wine. When we were done, Sven served everyone a glass of scotch. The alcohol seemed to be getting to Eric and he started yawning uncontrollably, soon announcing he was going to bed early. Not wanting to be left alone with his parents just yet, I faked a yawn and said I'm going to bed as well.

Eric passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, but I lay for an hour tossing and turning and thinking about everything that had transpired that day. Finally, feeling frustrated that I couldn't sleep, I got up and reached for my stash hoping a blunt would help.

Eric's parents knew we both smoked weed and they were okay with it as long as we didn't smoke inside the house. I put on a pair of rather raggedy loose boxers and headed to the back patio.

There was no one in the rest of the house and all the lights were off, which led me to assume David and Sven were off to sleep. So I was surprised to find Sven standing out in the patio as well, smoking a cigarette, looking out into the night. Just like Eric had warned me, he was naked.

"Hey," he greeted me when he heard me approaching.

Sven was in great shape for a man his age, but that wasn't the only thing that caught my eye. He was completely smooth from the neck down, and he had both his nipples pierced. His nipples looked large to begin with, stretched even bigger by the heaving metal rings hanging off them. Glimpsing down while trying to not be too obvious, I noticed he was well hung, and had a large Prince Albert hanging from the tip of his smooth dick as well.

"Hey," I shot back, trying to sound casual and not stutter.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nah. I thought I'd come out for a smoke."

"Here." Sven reached for his lighter on the table, got closer to me, and lit my blunt. It was the first time I'd had another man do this for me.

I took a deep puff then exhaled. We sat down on the chairs and smoked in silence for a bit. Sven took a sip from the scotch glass that was on the table. We chatted about the house and how I was finding everything. When I was about halfway done with my blunt, Sven finished his cigarette and his drink and announced he needed to piss and stood up.

I expected him to go back in the house, but I was surprised to see him walk up to the edge of the patio and let go, pissing right on the grass. I tried not to stare but I found this strangely captivating. The piercing made his piss sprinkle all over the place. (I couldn't blame him for pissing outside. Doing it in a toilet must get messy with that thing on.) I wasn't sure if the weed was already hitting me or what, but I felt a way that was hard to explain. Warm, and content, and curious about the future. Shit, who could blame me for feeling confused, this whole situation was fucking bizarre. I sat there watching my boyfriend's dad, naked as the day he was born and just as smooth, shake his penis up and down to get the last drops of piss off.

"Good night, son," he said, grabbed his empty glass and went inside the house, giving me a pat on the shoulder on his way in.

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Eric & Will are also recurring characters in the college-themed story Room 141, available here on LPSG
 

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Chapter 2: "Snoop"

ERIC:

Moving back in with my dads was undoubtedly the best thing I could've done after college. Lying in my big comfortable bed with my boyfriend in my arms, while the smell of breakfast lofted from downstairs. No more noisy suitemates. No more crappy cafeteria food.

A lot of my friends who had to move back home after school were bummed out about that. But I got along great with my parents. I just hoped Will would feel comfortable and welcome as well.

"Aww, aren't you cute," I heard my dad David whisper. I was still half asleep, cuddled up next to Will, both of us naked under the cover. "There's breakfast downstairs if you boys are hungry."

"Thanks, Dad," I said with my eyes closed, and heard him walk out and shut the door.

"Was that your dad?" Will mumbled next to me.

"Yeah. They have a tendency to let themselves in. On the bright side there's breakfast if you're hungry."

"Starving," he said and got out of bed, his morning hard-on pointing forward as he walked to the bathroom. I heard him piss with the door open. I followed him in the bathroom and nuzzled on the back of his neck while he brushed his teeth, my hard dick resting between his ass cheeks. I took a piss, washed up, and threw on a pair of boxer briefs before heading downstairs.

When Will joined me a few seconds later, he was fully dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I hope he wasn't uncomfortable with both my dad and I eating in just our underwear. At the dorm, Will and I were usually naked in our room, and wore underwear round our all-boys suite. I guessed he was just on his best behavior for now and would feel more comfortable around the house soon.

Apparently he wasn't the only person on their best behavior. Dad always liked to cook, but today he seemed to go out of his way to make every breakfast food there is. We ate and chatted. Dad let me know that if I want I could easily get a part-time job at the bar a friend of his owns. I figured it's a decent gig, at least until I find something else.

My other dad Sven joined us 15 minutes later, back from his morning run. Dripping sweat, he said a quick hi then headed straight to the shower.

"I have to show you the shower in their room, it's amazing!" I told Will.

"It better be," David chimed in, "cost us an arm and a leg."

A few minutes later Sven rejoined us, naked as usual, still dripping, only this time it was water from the shower.

"Thanks for making breakfast, honey," he walked over to David and gave him a kiss.

"C'mon, you gotta see the shower," I turned to Will.

WILL:

Living with Eric's family felt simultaneously weird and like the most normal thing in the world. Like the fact everyone seemed to walk around in underwear or naked. Nobody in my family would dare do it even if you paid them. But Eric and his dads didn't seem to think twice and they were perfectly chill about it. I guess it's to be expected in a house full of dudes, but it was still a culture shock for me.

And it's not just the fact Eric headed to breakfast in his underwear, but it was the kind he did it in as well. Today, they were a tight pair of white boxer briefs that hugged both his package and his ass (he knew I was crazy about them!) Even though it was a cheap H&M pair they fit him perfectly, and left very little the imagination.

His dad wasn't any more conservative in that department either. He served us breakfast in a pair of bright-green briefs that made his bulge look obscenely large. I tried not to look, but there is literally no resisting it when somebody wears that in front of you, no matter who they are. The head of his cut dick was clearly outlined. I recognized the brand name written on the colorful waistband. All of the other gay guys I knew were broke college kids, but David seemed to be the type to blow money on underwear designed by people who knew exactly what they were doing when they made it show off your assets.

When Sven walked in, he was in nothing but a pair of short shorts (shorter than some boxers I own). He'd been out running. It was a sparsely populated area, but I still was taken aback by his boldness to go out in the street like that, especially with his pierced nipples drawing even more attention. I couldn't help but imagine his big, pierced dick flop out of his shorts as he ran, which I am sure happened frequently.

When he came out of the shower and walked over to kiss his husband, it was more than just a quick peck. I knew they'd been together longer than I'd been alive, but they still seemed to really be into each other (and weren't afraid to show it). Their kisses were long and audible. They allowed themselves to hug and let their hands run up and down each other's bodies in a way in which I never felt comfortable doing it with Eric in front of people.

When he whisked me over to show me the infamous shower, I got why he seemed so into it. We walked through David and Sven's room to get to their en-suite. The shower had two shower heads, and could easily fit eight people.

"Check this out," Eric said and grabbed a little remote. The lights around the shower switched on, changing colors, making it feel like a nightclub.

"I can't wait to get you in here," Eric said and kissed me, squeezing my ass with both hands.

"Eric! Do you wanna call the bar and see if they'll have you do a trial shift?!" we heard David yell out from the kitchen.

"Hold on!" Eric yelled back and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I switched off the shower lights and dared to look around for a second before leaving. The shower was full of fancy products, the only thing I recognized was the bottle of K-Y Jelly mixed in with the shampoos and face scrubs. Sven's discarded sweaty shorts were on the floor next to the shower.

Walking out and through their bedroom, I was surprised to see it was much darker than the rest of the house, and even more surprised to see clothes and other everyday items on the floor. The rest of the house was meticulously tidy, so it was weird to see any sort of mess. Right before I went out, an open drawer caught my eye.

I know you're not supposed to snoop, especially when people have been nice enough to let you live at their house for free. But I also know, from talking to friends, that lots of people go through other people's stuff if they can get away with it, whether it's a medicine cabinet or stuff on people's shelves.

The drawer stood out because of how colorful it was, compared to most things in the room which seemed to be black. I walked closer and saw dozens and dozens of pairs of neatly folded underwear. I recognized all the brands, stuff worn by hot Instagram guys that I jerked off to. A drawer like this would be one of the first things I get when I have the money, I thought. Without really thinking about it, I tried to gently go through the drawer to see what's in there. Seemed to be mostly briefs, many of them in bright colors. Some boxer briefs. And there, behind them: dozens of jockstraps. Some of them basic and white. Others with a special pouch to make your dick look bigger. Some that looked brand new, others that looked like they've been worn and used for decades.

"Fuck," I thought and made sure to leave everything just as I found it. My dick was fully hard, so I had to adjust it in my shorts.

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Chapter 3: "Answer It" (Part 1/2)

MICHAEL: Never have I ever... gotten a lap dance by a stripper.

(Three fingers in the room went down.)

JACOB: You asshole! He only said that cuz he knew I went to a strip club over fall break.

HANNAH: Mia, I can't believe you've gotten a lap dance!

MIA: It was at my cousin's bachelorette party. Her friends basically forced me to. He wasn't even that cute.

MICHAEL: How bout you, Eric? Was it a guy or a girl?

ERIC: A guy, duh. My dads got him for my 18th birthday.

(All six other people in the room gasped.)

MICHAEL: Hold up, hold up, hold up! Your dads got you a stripper?!

ERIC: It was like a silly joke. It's a guy they know, he does a bunch of their friends' parties.

SARAH: What was he like?

ERIC: He was really hot! This Brazilian guy, probably round 35. Great body! But not like I could take him seriously with my parents and everyone else sitting there.

HANNAH: That's so funny. Was he like wearing a thong?

ERIC: Yes! A red one.

SARAH: Was he hard?!

MIA: Of course he wasn't hard, you weirdo!

ERIC: Well, actually...

JAMAL: Dude! No way.

ERIC: He wasn't like hard hard, but I'm sure he fluffed up. He kept shoving it in my face.

JACOB: Dude. My 18th birthday, my dad gave me his old phone and got himself a nicer one.

—​

DAVID:

Seeing my son with his boyfriend made me happy and proud of how well he did for himself. I was extremely worried when he first started college. All parents are, but Eric was more coddled than most kids. When I started homeschooling him my plan was to do it for a year until we found another school, so he wouldn't fall behind. But he begged to stay at home so we let him. By the time he was ready for college he wasn't particularly awkward, but I still worried he didn't have enough real-world experience.

When he told us he was gay as a teen, a part of me was relieved (elated, even!) Sure, I was bummed out he would have to deal with some of the same bullshit as all of us, but if he ever wanted to talk about gay relationships or sex his father and I were much better equipped for that. My own gayness always felt like something that made me less qualified to be a parent. As it turns out, it was a huge plus.

Eric had told us he'd had sex with a few guys in college, but he settled down with Will. I was happy for him (and myself). At his age I was a huge slut, fucking anyone I could find. Granted, some of it was lots of fun. But I was glad Eric didn't seem as interested to dabble in drugs or too much casual sex.

That might be partly because he was always exposed to it and it didn't seem like such a big deal. Growing up, sex in general was taboo for me, but gay sex was the ultimate sin! So his dad and I always made a point to not hide it from Eric when we kissed or touched each other. The first time he walked in on us having sex my initial instinct was to freak out and make a big deal out of it, but I fought it. Sven didn't seem to care much either; he said he'd walked in on his parents or heard them have sex lots of times. I was very proud of the progress we had made, in just one generation, that allowed Eric to feel so much more comfortable with himself.

I knew things hadn't been as easy for Will growing up, so while he was staying with us I wanted him to feel extra welcome. He was a nice kid, you could tell. And it was tough for someone his age in our neck of the woods. In my 20s I was sucking dick in gay clubs and fucking in bathhouses; and here he was cooped up in a house with two middle-aged men instead, without a car of his own.

The first week seemed to go pretty well. The boys seemed happy to be done with school, and I kept busy making sure everything round the house was in tiptop shape. Sven had a really stressful week at work. I could feel how relieved he was the second he walked back in on Friday evening. He jumped out of his suit and left all his clothes on the floor right by the front door, and walked naked to the kitchen to give me a kiss.

"Mmm," I moaned as he grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck. I could smell his musk even with my back turned.

"Where are the boys?" he whispered as I stirred the soup.

"In their room. They've been there all afternoon."

"Wonder what they're up to."

"Probably Bible study," I retorted and turned around to give him a proper kiss.

We made out in the warm kitchen that smelled of food. His exposed dick started to twitch and poked my leg a couple of times.

"Should I add some cream to the soup?" I asked, grabbing his dick and giving it a few jerks.

"Mm, I'd love to, but so tired tonight," he said and I could hear it in his voice. "How about dinner and a movie instead?"

"Okay," I agreed, kissing him again. "But remember what you promised! Our sex life won't suffer just because there's other people in the house now."

"Deal. How about I about I fuck you all day tomorrow? No –," he kissed me, "– matter –," another kiss, "– what."

"Sounds good. Now go tell the boys to come down, and you go grab a quick shower if you want. Dinner's ready in five."

"Wait!" he said, and quickly walked away. I heard him rummage through our room and walk back.

"Since I'm not fucking you tonight, I don't want your ass to feel neglected." He pulled out a black butt plug, one of the larger ones we had. "I want you to wear this during dinner."

I looked in his eyes and he flashed me his mischievous shit-eating grin. I reached for one of the drawers and pulled out a small bottle of lube (we had one in every room of the house).

I unbuttoned my jeans and Sven pulled them down. He quickly lubed up the plug and gave my ass a quick kiss before inserting it. It was ribbed and although it wasn't huge, it took my hole a few seconds to get used to it. Once it was all in, Sven pushed and pulled it in and out a few times, fucking me with it.

"Eric! Will! Dinner's ready!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs.

I gave him a playful smack and pulled up my jeans and buttoned up quickly before the kids came downstairs.

Five minutes later we were all at the table. Sven was the last to join us, hair still wet from the shower, walking up to the table barefoot wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

"All set?" I asked and got ready to dig in.

"If I may," I heard Will say and raise his glass. I was pleasantly surprised to hear him speak out. So far he seemed to be the type to only speak when spoken to. I wasn't sure if he was just shy or felt awkward around us.

"To David, for making this gorgeous dinner," Will continued, "and to Sven and David both for letting us stay here. Thank you guys."

"You're welcome, son," Sven said and patted Will on the shoulder. "We're happy to have you here."

"Yes, Dads, thanks," Eric said as we all took a sip of our drinks. "If there's anything we can do just let us know."

"Actually," I chimed in, "now that you mention it. I have a bunch of chores to do tomorrow but if I give you the list you can run them for me. Seems like I'll be... occupied otherwise." I winked at Sven and started eating. I could feel the plug inside my ass, while Eric and Will were talking about which professors they're happiest to never have to see again.

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(Part 2/2)

SVEN:

I was usually the first one up in the morning. I would take a piss and put on some shorts and go out for a run right away, sometimes as the sun was rising. So I was shocked to wake up on Saturday and see it was almost noon. Fuck, I needed that.

I stretched in bed and reached for my dick, hard as a rock. Unfortunately David wasn't there lying on my right. Too bad. With the boys moving in and my hellish week at work, it's been too long since we fucked. Granted, our "too long" was probably most people's "not even that long." We liked doing it almost every day. Our record was a 120-day streak without missing one.

We were both pretty slutty back when we met, and kept it up for a while, with each other as well as with other people. Things changed quickly when we became parents. But Eric leaving for college meant a sexual renaissance for us. David and I both started working out a bit more. Bought more sex toys. And fucked. In every room of the house. And then some.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When I was done, I crawled back into bed and texted David to join me.

"Are you staying in bed all day?" he asked a couple minutes later, walking in the bedroom.

"That depends on you," I said, and pointed to my dick. I was hard again, and slowly jerking it up and down, using my saliva as lube. "Are the boys home?" I noticed he'd left the bedroom door open.

"They're at the mall, running my list of errands," he said, taking his clothes off. He got on his knees in bed and started sucking my cock.

Fuck, this felt good! I closed my eyes and lay back, gripping the back of his head with my right hand. It'd only been a few days, but the sensation of the tip of my dick and my Prince Albert hitting the back of David's throat was something I couldn't get enough of, ever. I let go of his head and started playing with my nipples.

My nipples were super sensitive, just a pinch could often make my dick go fully hard in a matter of seconds, which is why I got them pierced and kept increasing the gauge of the nipple rings every few months.

I lowered my hands and put them on both sides of David's face as it was bopping up and down my dick. I had huge hands, which I always disliked until I realized how much he's into it; especially when his submissive side came out and he wanted to be slapped around. I pulled David's face up and started kissing him.

He was hard by now as well and we started jerking each other off while kissing. He pinched my nips, and I slapped his ass.

"Aah!" he screamed out. I loved watching him squeal and squirm like this.

SLAP! I smacked his ass again, as hard as I could from this position. The echo reverberated throughout the house.

"Fuuuck!" David yelled out. "You fucking asshole. I love you!" He started kissing me again.

I reached for the bottle of lube on my nightstand but he grabbed my wrist.

"No. I want you to fuck me dry."

"You sure?" Sometimes precum and spit weren't enough, but David knew what he was signing up for. He nodded.

I flipped him over and started eating his ass. As a courtesy to me he kept his hole completely smooth.

I rimmed David's ass for a good 15 minutes. Even though his dick had gone soft I knew he was enjoying himself as my tongue went round and round and inside his hole, my hands holding his cheeks spread open.

That's when David's phone started ringing. He must've brought it up after I texted him and left it on the bed. He pushed the button to mute the ringer.

"It's Eric," he said, glimpsing at the screen.

"Answer it, maybe he needs something," I said, still holding his ass spread open.

"Hey, Eric."

"Hi, Dad," I could hear Eric's voice as David held his phone to his right ear. I went back to the task at hand and continued licking David's pink hole.

"I went to the bank, but they wouldn't give me any information about your account," I overheard as I shoved my tongue as deep as it would go inside David's ass, which he'd made sure is ready for rimming and fucking. "I showed them your card and my driver's license to show we have the same last name, but you gotta do it in person."

"That's okay, I thought so anyway, it was a long shot," David replied. His dick was starting to get hard again. "I'll do it on Monday, don't worry about it. Thanks for trying."

"Oh my god, and you'll never guess who we ran into," Eric continued as I pulled my face away from David's hole and started sliding my thick index finger in it.

"Who? (Ah!)" he said with a barely discernible moan. I looked up and his eyes were closed.

"Cynthia, at the bank! Did you know she still works there?"

"Yeah (ah!) I saw her a few months ago." As David talked, I put my middle finger in his hole as well, and started fucking him fast with both fingers. "Although (ah!) to be fair I do most of my banking from home, so (ah!) I hardly ever go there."

"She says hi to you guys! Her son's applying for colleges so she was asking how I liked the school I went to."

"Aha. I'll make sure to check if she's there on Monday," David said, trying to control his voice from trembling as much as possible.

I got to my knees and inspected his ass one more time. I was leaking precum all over the place, and used some of it to lube up David's hole.

"If you want I can go back and ask."

"No thanks Eric, it's not that... (aaah!!) important." As he said that last word, my dick entered his hole. It was tight and a bit dry but I shoved it in in one swift move. I looked at his eyes and they were wide open now. I've known him for most my life, I could tell exactly what they were saying. It was a mixture of "What the fuck are you doing?!" and "Please don't fucking stop!"

"Okay, let me know if you change your mind. We'll be here for a bit longer," Eric continued, oblivious to our activity.

"Okay. Did you do (ah!) everything else on the list?"

I was picking up my pace and properly fucking David at this point. Our bed didn't make any noise, but as I went faster the sound of my low-hanging balls hitting his ass (Slap! SLAP!) got louder.

"Think so. We got the towels you wanted." (Slap! Slap!) "I know you said black but I got em in brown cuz they were on sale. Is that okay?"

David's eyes were closed again, as I fucked him faster and stronger, pumping up and down. His left hand was clutching the sheets in a tight fist.

"That's fine, just keep the receipts," (Slap! Slap!) "and I'll take stuff back if I... (ah!!) if I need to."

By this point I wasn't focused on anything else going on in the room, just how good it felt to be inside my husband. His hole was now relaxed and loosened up. His dick was fully hard, as I jerked it up and down as I fucked him.

"Honestly it's a really dark brown so you can't even see the difference," Eric carried on about the stupid towels.

"Okay. Are... Are you guys, um, headed home right (aaah!) after?"

The sensation of being fucked and having me play with his dick put David over the edge, I could tell. His words sounded weird, his cadence up and down, his voice stuttering. I wondered what would happen if he had to cum right now. I jerked his dick faster.

"We were going to, but if you guys want we can hang out here longer? We're not necessarily in a rush."

"That's (ah!) fine, just (oof!) text me before you get here," he said and bit his lower lip so strongly I was worried he might draw blood.

"Okay, Dad. Love you!"

"Love you too," he said and hung up the phone.

David opened his eyes and looked into mine.

"Oh, I was trying so hard," he said with a smile on his lips and sweat running down his face. I leaned forward to give him a kiss. "Oh I was trying so hard not to yell on the phone, Daddy. Ah! Oh, I'm ready to cum."

I continued to fuck and jerk him more aggressively. "Are you ready? I'm ready too. Do you want Daddy to cum inside you?"

"Oh yes, please! Please."

A series of loud grunts and moans echoed around the entire house, as we both screamed in ecstasy, cumming at the same time. David's load shot all over his belly, his hairy chest, and his face. I felt my dick pump out load after load inside of him.

I passed out on top of him soon thereafter. We cuddled and kissed and played with our cum like two curious boys. We jumped up to head to the shower as Eric and Will texted to say they were on their way.

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Chapter 4: "Two Halloween Parties" (Part 1/2)

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WILL:

I walked across campus, the fog all around me so thick I was barely able to see anything. If I weren't holding a cardboard box full of my possessions with both hands, I would've pulled out my phone and used the flashlight. The sun technically rose 20 minutes ago, but it was so cloudy and foggy that you couldn't even tell. The courtyard was eerily quiet, the crunching of the leaves underneath my feet was all I could hear as I slowly made my way to Dorm Building 1.

There were two or three other people I could see in the distance, which was reassuring. Everyone with their earbuds in, holding cups of hot pumpkin spice latte, their hoodies pulled on to shield them from the fine drizzle.

I was finally moving into my boyfriend Eric's room, which meant I had to make my way through the quad in the rain from Dorm Building 2. His now-ex-roommate Jamal had asked if he could bring in his stuff first thing in the morning before his 9 AM class. I agreed, unaware of just how early that would be. I'd foolishly stayed up late the night before and still felt a bit high when his knocking on the door woke me up. I jumped out of bed, hard as a rock.

"Fuck," I said, looking for some tight underwear to put on. Everything was packed away, I'd have to go out in the loose basketball shorts I wore to sleep. This will have to do, I thought as I rushed to get the door before he woke up the entire suite.

I opened the door. There stood a terrifying red devil, with huge fanged teeth and warts all over his face.

"Aaah!" I jumped.

"Trick or treat," Jamal's voice said. He pulled off the mask and rolled in his suitcase. "D'you like it? It's for the Halloween party tonight."

"Love it. You should wear it all the time."

Fuck, I hated Halloween. And I swear kids in college cared about it more than we did when we were in elementary school.

"I have another small suitcase and a couple of boxes. I'll be – Oh, shit, did I wake you up?" Jamal looked at me.

At first I thought he could tell because of my face, then I looked down to my morning glory. I quickly tried to cover it up.

"That's okay bro," Jamal winked at me. "Where can I dump this stuff?"

"Shhh," I said and pointed to the other bed in the room, where his new roommate Kris was still asleep.

"Oh, okay. Let's try to do this quietly."

—​

Ten minutes later I was at Eric's door. The huge rubber spider and synthetic cobweb all over it left me barely any room to knock. My keycard still wasn't activated, so I waited for Eric to get the door.

C'mon, I thought and knocked a second time. I dropped the box on the floor and pulled out my phone. "Eric??! Where are you?!" I texted. No reply. I knocked again.

"Finally" I said as the door opened, realizing a second later that it wasn't Eric.

If Jamal was dressed like a devil this guy looked like an angel, except he wasn't wearing a costume. He wasn't wearing much at all, just a small tight pair of American Eagle trunks. He was tall, cute, and his body was perfect.

In my three years at college I'd gotten used to picture-perfect jocks roaming around campus. Eric and I were no throwaways but c'mon, some of these guys (including American Eagle Guy in front of me) looked photoshopped in real life. For the most part I learned to ignore them, it was pointless to drool over 'em.

And then I fucked up majorly.

"T-Trick or treat," I stuttered.

"What?" he looked at me all confused.

"I mean, hi!" I reached over for a handshake. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Will, I'll be rooming with Eric."

"Oh hey, man" he smiled and shook my hand. A smile looked much cuter on him than a look of confusion. "You're Eric's boyfriend."

So he's mentioned me.

"Yes," I confirmed and reached for my box.

"Let me get that for you," he offered and grabbed it off the floor. His biceps bulged and looked even bigger holding the box.

I walked into the suite and past the shared bathroom in the middle. On the left was our room, on the right American Eagle Guy's.

"Sorry, I didn't get your name?"

"Sorry, bro. It's Aaron. I'm in the room across the hall."

I opened the door to my new room. It smelled of pumpkin. A large jack-o'-lantern was on one of the desks. Eric still snoozed in his bed.

"Here you go," Aaron put down the box and turned to head back to his room. "Hey, are you going to that Halloween party tonight?"

"Um, I think so," I answered.

"Cool, dude. See you there," he winked and shut the door behind him.


DAVID:

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. One of the first things we did after Eric went to college was throw an epic Halloween party, which only kept getting bigger every year since. Just like the the sex parties of our pre-parenthood days, they ended with most people hooking up and fucking.

"Are you ready?" Sven shouted from the other side of the door. We were about to reveal our costumes to each other.

"Just a minute. Putting the finishing touches then you can come in."

"Okay. Cuz I'm all ready for you!"

"Okay, okay. You can come in."

"Fuck!" we both yelled out as soon as the door opened.

Sven looked incredible! He was naked, wearing only a full-body harness. It was black leather and hugged his whole body tightly. It went around his chest, the straps then continuing down and around his ass the way a jockstrap would. In the front, there was nothing but a metal cockring which was a part of the harness itself. He wore black leather lace-up boots up to his knees, aviator sunglasses, and a cap.

His huge dick was rock hard and pointing upward. He must've been stroking it on the other side of the door, waiting to come in and show me. What he didn't know was that I wasn't alone in the room.


SVEN:

"Fuck!"

I walked into our bedroom expecting to see David in his Halloween costume. What I didn't expect was for him to be there with some boy I've never seen before. Shit. I was naked with my cock out, throbbing hard.

The boy looked shocked but didn't react otherwise. David didn't have much of a reaction either. He stood there in a pair of tiny black briefs, the rest of his naked body completely painted orange, white, and black.

"Sven, this is Brady," he said after regaining his composure. "He's an artist, I asked him to paint my body. See, I'm a tiger."

"I see," I said.

"Brady, this is my husband Sven."

"How do you do?" Brady said quietly with a smile, and waved at me. Given my state of erection I figured it's best not to reach for a handshake.

"Brady, why don't you go to the kitchen and get yourself something, you've been working hard. I'll be there in a minute."

"Sure," Brady said and headed for the door. As he passed me, I could see him eye me up and down while trying to be discreet about it.

"So who the hell's Brady?" I walked up to my husband and gave him a kiss as soon as it was just the two of us. My hard dick bobbed up and down as I walked.

"His mom's an acquaintance of mine. She works at our bank, Cynthia."

"And how old is he?" I asked warily.

"He's of age. So don't worry, no one's getting arrested," David laughed. "Speaking of arrests, are you supposed to be a cop?" He looked at the fake badge on my harness and the police hat on my head.

"Yes. And as an officer of the law, I ask the questions here!" I grabbed David's wrists playfully and held them behind his back. "Now... what is it that you and this boy do together, when he's not painting your naked body?"

"The short version is: we've hung out a couple times in the past few weeks, just... platonically. He's gay but not out to anyone, kinda confused by everything. Wants me to 'mentor' him, whatever that means. Let me go downstairs and pay him and say goodbye, then I'll tell you the whole story."

"I'm not done with you yet," I yanked at his wrists more forcefully. "Pull down those pants!" I shouted.

"Sven, honey, let me do this real quick and then we can play --"

"I said pull them down!"

David turned around to look me in the eyes.

"Yes Sir," he said and slid down his briefs exposing his ass, pretty much the only part of his body that wasn't painted.

"Safeword," I whispered in his ear standing behind him, reminding him he could get me to stop any time if that's what he really wanted.

"Yes Sir," he nodded but didn't use it.

"Now," I positioned my pierced cock head right next to his hole, "I'm gonna fuck you until you whimper like a little tiger cub." My dick went inside his ass, as he struggled to take it unlubricated. "I"m gonna cum inside you, and you're gonna keep it there." I started to thrust. "You're gonna have my cum inside you while you talk to every person at that party tonight. And at the end of the evening, I'm gonna have you push it out and eat it, like the nasty fucking pig that you are."

"Aaah," he moaned. "Yes, Officer."

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(Part 2/2)

ERIC:

The full moon outside the window and the battery-operated candle in the jack-o'-lantern were the only sources of light in the tiny room. The sound of the heavy rain echoed around even with all the windows closed. Every few minutes, a bolt of lightening would illuminate the room, casting my shadow on the wall.

"Why the fuck is it so dark in here?" Will came into the room and switched the light on, killing my vibe.

"Because it's Halloweeeen," I said with a mock eery voice.

"Ooh, spooky," he said sarcastically. "Now come on, we gotta get ready for this party, get dressed."

"I am dressed," I pointed out. I wore just a pair of short white-and-navy striped shorts, a bandana around my neck, and a sailor hat. "I'm a sailor."

"Did pirates steal all your clothes?"

"Will, honey. Do you know how much pressure society puts on girls our age to dress slutty for Halloween? We can't let them go through it alone."

"Oh is that the excuse you came up with? Okay."

"What're you gonna be?"

"Well, seeing as I hate Halloween and I refuse to spend money on it, I borrowed whatever costume someone had. I'm going as Dracula."

"Ooh, original."

Suddenly, there was a very loud knock on the door.

"Who's what?" Will mouthed.

"Oh my god, it's him! Will, it's the Grim Reaper!"

He stared at me unimpressed.

"Well it's either him or Aaron, one of our suitemates. I told him I'd help him with his costume. Come in!"

Aaron opened the door, flashing his brilliant smile. He wore his usual uniform for lounging around the suite: basketball shorts and a cut-off white tee. He walked into the room barefoot.

"Eric my man!" he walked up to me for a pound hug. "Thanks for your help, bro."

"Thank me when we're done, I don't have anything for you yet. Do you have any ideas?"

"Not really, haven't had much time to think about it. I guess I can always wear a jersey and just go as a football player, or a basketball player."

"No, c'mon, that's boring. There's gotta be something else we can think of."

"What, though? It's not like we can sew a costume, it's gonna have to be something we already have."

"Wait right here!" I said and went to the bathroom everyone in the suite shared. When I came back I handed Aaron a fresh white towel and an Old Spice shower gel.

"You can be Old Spice Guy, from the commercials." Aaron eyed me apprehensively. "He wears nothing but a towel and he's got a great body, like you," I pounded one of his pecs. "And here, a bottle of Old Spice you can hold or tuck in your towel."

He looked at me unconvinced.

"C'mon dude. Halloween's the only time you can get away with wearing nothing but a towel to a party."

"Ah what the heck," he grabbed the towel and shower gel. "Thanks dude," he said before leaving for his room.

"And stay true to your costume, no underwear under that towel!" I yelled out after him.

—​

As the clock struck midnight the storm only got worse, the rain pouring down and wind howling loudly. The party was still going on in the multi-purpose room in Dorm Building 1 and I was happy I didn't have to go outside for anything.

Will was busy talking to some friends of his I didn't know, so I was standing by myself when Aaron approached me.

"This costume was a great idea, man!" he said. "I've had every girl in here compliment me."

"I'm pretty sure it's not the costume they're complimenting," I winked and patted his back.

"Hey listen, can I use your keycard please? I left mine in the room."

"Sure. I feel like walking for a bit, I'll come with you."

A couple of minutes later, I opened the door to our suite. Aaron went to get his keycard from his room, and I went to mine to get something else.

"Hey Aaron, come here, I got something you might wanna try."

He walked in, still in nothing but a towel and the flip flops he was wearing.

"One of my dads really likes scotch, so he gave me this nice bottle to have on special occasions. And I guess Halloween's technically a holiday, so this counts."

"Your dad would probably freak if he saw us drinking fancy scotch out of Solo cups," Aaron smiled as I reached for two red cups on my desk.

"Ha! Not my dad. He'd probably be like, 'When I was your age, I was taking shots off of strippers' assholes.'"

"Oh shit man, for real?" he laughed.

"Yeah, my dads are kinda crazy." I handed him a cup. "What he would insist on, though, is eye contact during a toast. So cheers!"

"Cheers!" Aaron said, looking at my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back.

He pulled out my chair and sat across from me as I sat on my bed.

"So isn't Will gonna mind you left him all alone?" Aaron asked, leaning back on the chair.

"He's a big boy, I'm sure he can manage," I answered, leaning back myself.

"It's a big step, you guys moving in together." He took a sip.

"You're making it sound like we bought a house together! We've only known each other for a few weeks. We just figured we might as well room together. Makes fucking whenever we feel like it much simpler."

Aaron smiled again. "I just figured, you called him your boyfriend..."

"Yeah, but that can mean like so many different things," I leaned forward. "We've never talked about like being exclusive or anything."

The storm raged on outside. Aaron sat across from me with his legs spread wide open. I could see up his towel. Not up far enough to see anything good but it still turned me on.

"So like, who's the pitcher and who's the catcher?" he asked out of the blue, and I could swear he reached down to his crotch.

"Why do straight boys love asking that shit?" I laughed.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he put his hands up.

We both took a sip at the same time.

"I guess this is one of the upsides of being gay," he continued, "being able to share an all-boys room. And like check each other out in the locker room and stuff." His right hand lingered on his crotch again.

"Well you ain't gotta be gay to check out other guys. You mean to tell me you never check people out in the locker room?"

"Who, me?" he asked in mock outrage.

"Bullshit. I ain't buying it."

"Okay, okay, I'll admit I check guys out. Every now and then."

"And I bet if someone's got a footlong between their legs you're gonna look twice."

"Possibly," he said and took another sip. "Should we go back to the party?"

Oh shit, I pushed it too far, didn't I?

"Sure," I said and we got got up at the same time. Aaron turned to the door and took a couple steps forward before turning back.

"You're a cool guy, Eric. If I were into guys you'd totally be my type."

Oh?!

"That's a weird thing to say, isn't it?" he said, turning slightly red.

"Kinda. But I like weird, so you're all good."

I took a couple steps forward and we were face-to-face. Suddenly we were nose-to-nose. I waited a couple of seconds to see if he'd push me away or walk away. He didn't.

So I kissed him.

The thunder and lightning sounded loudly outside, as if to mark our activity. Our tongues found their way to each other. Ironically enough, instead of kissing roughly and strongly (like people seemed to expect from straight guys) he kissed timidly and gently, like a girl.

"Can I suck you off?" I asked the second we broke off our kiss. Don't waste a second, I thought, keep it going.

"Is it okay with you? And with Will?"

"You worry too much," I said and dropped to my knees, pulling off his towel.

"Oh. So you didn't wear underwear to the party."

"You told me not to," he winked down at me.

To read this story from Aaron's perspective, check out Room 141 here on LPSG

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Chapter 5: "Pool Party" (Part 1/5)

ERIC:

"Would you ever get your dick pierced?" Will asked me.

I thought it seemed out of nowhere, then I noticed we'd just passed a tattoo and piercing parlor at the mall. We were done with all my dad's chores and slowly headed home.

"Why, do you want me to?" I asked back.

"Not that I want you to, just wondering. I used to be grossed out by it. Now I'm kinda used to it."

"From seeing it on my dad?"

"Well, yeah. Guess it feels more normal now."

"Do you like it?"

"Well it's weird to say how I like your dad's dick!"

"You started it!" I laughed loudly.

"Yeah, I think it's nice."


When I first started college I was really anxious about fitting in. I was homeschooled for years and came from such a small (and very unique) family. Luckily, making friends turned out to be easier than I thought. With time I realized most people were sheltered and inexperienced in one way or another.

Will came from a large family and a larger town, but he could still be so naive at times. I found it endearing, for the most part. Most guys I was fucking with in college seemed happy to pump and dump, but Will's shyness around me let me know he liked me more than that. Luckily, the copious amounts of booze round campus loosened up his inhibitions and we started hooking up. Within weeks we were each other's first boyfriend, and I'd politely asked my roommate Jamal if he'd mind switching rooms so Will and I could room together.

"That was awesome," Will said after dropping his body weight on top of me. It was our first day as roommates and we'd fucked so long the sheets were drenched in sweat, lube, and cum. It was then we decided we'd use one bed for fucking and the other for sleeping in.

He got up to quickly open the window then lay down next to me in bed, both of us still naked. He pulled out a joint and lit it.

"Hopefully this doesn't set off the smoke alarm," he said, inhaling.

"Oh, so you can be a rebel?" I said and squeezed his balls gently.

We passed the joint around a couple of times and smoked in silence.

"So, can I ask you something?" he said after a while.

"You can always ask. We'll see if I answer."

"So, you have two gay dads. Are you adopted?"

I took my time, taking a puff then exhaling.

"Nope."

I looked him in the eyes and could tell he was dying to know more but was holding back.

"They used a surrogate," I continued, after another puff. "They never met her, they went through their doctor. He's a friend of theirs, really successful doctor back in the day. He's my godfather, actually. Both my dads, they jerked off in a cup, and he used one of it, whichever one worked better." I took a long puff again. "The three of us don't know who the biological dad is. We have the information sealed in an envelope if we ever need it, for medical reasons."

"Wow. So like, can't you tell, isn't it obvious?" asked Will, whose mom was black and dad was white.

"No. They look similar; both blond, blue-eyed, just like me. Some friends of theirs like guessing. My dads asked me if I wanted to know when I was round 15 but I said no. As far as I'm concerned they're both equally my dads and that's that."

"Wow man, that is crazy!" Will said, his head hitting the pillow.

I took a deep breath.

"I mean, I 100% understand why that seems crazy to you. But like, for me, it's the most normal thing in the world. It's all I've ever known."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," he started apologizing. "I didn't mean to..."

"That's fine," I interrupted. "No need to be sorry. And I get it. I'm just saying. I have two parents, who both happen to be gay men, married to each other. I'm glad that's all possible now. And I'm glad they could find and afford to have a good doctor and a good lawyer, especially cuz I'm sure that shit wasn't easy back then. But I don't think about that ever, or who my biological dad happens to be. It could honestly be either one of them."

WILL:

"So what do you wanna do for the rest of the day?" I asked Eric from the passenger seat as we were pulling out of the parking lot. We were done with the things his dad asked us to do and we were headed home. There were lots of people out and about. It was a gorgeous day in the beginning of summer, when you can spend all day in the sun without getting too hot.

"How about we chill by the pool all day? Drink, smoke... fuck," he said and grabbed my cock with his right hand while steering with his left. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants with no underwear, a pair he loved to see me wear in public because they very obviously showed off the entire outline of my dick.

"Mmm, that sounds good," I said with a smile. The windows were down and the sun was hitting my face, and I started to get hard immediately. Eric continued to tease me through the fabric.

"You like that?" he asked rhetorically. The answer was obvious and it lay in my pants: my dick, fully hard.

He struggled to pull out my erection one-handed and tucked my sweatpants under my balls.

"You're already leaking precum," he noted and wiped some of it off the tip of my dick and put his fingers in his mouth. He swallowed, then spit in his hand and continued to jerk me off as random cars drove around us.

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned and licked my lips as Eric started to go faster, in more ways than one. As his right hand went faster up and down my dick, his right foot would hit the accelerator and make the car go faster.

"Careful," I said, as I lifted my ass and pulled down my sweats to my ankles. Eric let go of my dick and cupped my shaved balls. He stroked them for a little bit then gave them a few soft smacks, making my right knee reflexively jump up.

"Ouch," I said, breathing in sharply.

Eric cupped my balls again and gave them a gentle squeeze. He hit the accelerator again as he tightened his grip. His eyes kept wandering from the road to my balls to my facial expression. I was clenching my teeth in agony and pleasure, as my hard dick bobbed up and down on its own.

"That hurts," I said but did nothing to stop him. "Eric, baby, please stop."

That seemed to only make him squeeze tighter, and drive faster. We were fast approaching the red Ford in front of us which seemed to have four people in it. At this point we must've been going over the speed limit.

So much sweat was running from my forehead and pits I looked like I was just out the shower. Eric gripped my balls tighter than anyone's ever done it before, as I kept my eyes on the road, watching nervously as we approached the car in front of us.

"Baby, please," I moaned softly. It felt like my balls were about to bust.

Then, in what appeared to be the very last second before we crashed, Eric swerved left and passed the red Ford.

"Fuckin' asshole!" I heard the driver yell after us as we gained more speed and drove past them.

Eric let go of my balls and quickly grabbed my dick. It was drenched in precum and sweat by now.

"Do you wanna cum? Do you want me to make me cum?" he asked with a deep, harsh voice, looking at me.

"Baby please, keep your eyes on the road," I was barely able to speak. Eric jerked my dick faster and faster as he hit the accelerator and I was on the agonizing verge of cumming.

It was then Eric suddenly grabbed my left hand and put it on the steering wheel. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and went down to my lap, putting my dick in his mouth.

"Eric, what the fuck?!" I yelled. I tried to pull him up by his hair but he wouldn't give up, sucking my dick for dear life. I was now the one having to keep his eyes on the road, as Eric pressed his foot on the pedal.

Cars whizzed by in the opposite direction, honking at us. We were quickly approaching the black Chevy in front of us. Eric's head was bobbing up and down faster and faster on my dick.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!" I yelled out, as I started busting load after load after load in Eric's mouth. I wanted to scream and close my eyes but I couldn't. I had to focus on the road at the same time as cumming in his mouth. I steered to the left till we'd passed the Chevy, a split second after unloading in Eric's mouth, then steered us back onto our lane.

Eric raised his head and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands again. He eased up on the gas and we stated to go slower. He'd swallowed most of my jizz, but some of it was dripping down his chin. I held my dick in my right hand. My orgasm was over but the aftereffect was just as strong. I could feel it in my dick, my balls, my asshole. My heart was beating like crazy, faster than I could ever remember. I took deep deep breaths and couldn't speak for at least five minutes, until we pulled up to the house.

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DAVID:

Sven had promised me a full day of fucking, and I intended to hold him to his word. That didn't, however, mean that we couldn't take breaks in between. He'd already fucked me once, while I tried to get rid of my son who kept talking to me on the phone. It was a gorgeous day and it would've been a shame not to spend it in the yard.

Sven went out into the backyard, naked, and fired up the grill. I made an extra-large bowl of punch, probably stronger than anyone would recommend, but it was sweet so it went down easy.

I went to my room to pick out a pair of speedos. I tried on a navy-blue square-cut pair and looked at myself in the mirror. I was by no means America's Next Top Model, but I had a more-than-decent dad bod, nice hairy chest and arms and a six-pack if I sucked in hard enough. I wasn't feeling the speedos, so I tried on an olive-green pair. They came with a push-up pouch in the front that made my dick look huge, and showed off its every curve. They were also extremely low-cut so my entire public hair was out (I hadn't trimmed in a few days so I was a bit bushier than usual). I turned around. An inch or two of my asscrack was showing at the top. I grabbed the punch bowl and went out to the yard.

Sven was standing on the grass, smoking. A Bluetooth speaker was playing ABBA off his phone. I put down the bowl and went to give him a kiss. He hugged me with his left hand, while holding his cigarette with his right. His left hand went inside my speedos and he pressed my hole with his middle finger.

"You better wash that before making me food," I said.

He grinned and put his finger in his mouth. "All clean."

"You nasty pig," I growled.

"You have no idea," he added and grabbed my wrist, jerking me strongly into another kiss.

I hated smoking... except when it was Sven. Our kisses whenever he'd had scotch and a cigarette: that was the best taste I'd ever felt in my mouth.

We started drinking, and it wasn't long after that the boys got home. They unloaded the car and accepted my invitation to join us for food and drinks.

"Eric honey," I said while the two of us were standing alone, "you have something on your face." I pointed to his chin.

"Thanks, Dad," he said, wiping it with his hand. "Hey, can I borrow a pair of speedos, please," Eric asked. "I don't even know where I put mine."

"Sure, help yourself," I said. "And if Will needs some as well, feel free."

"Thanks," he said. He and Will went into the house and joined us outside 10 or 15 minutes later. Eric came out wearing a blue pair I'd gotten in Spain, Will wore black. All of my swimwear was explicitly slutty, making anyone's bulge and butt look nice. They were also low-cut. I noticed both boys trimmed their pubes quite short but didn't shave them off completely; Eric's being blond and barely visible, Will's dark and curly.

We sat around the small table in the yard, and we ate and drank. Will pulled out some weed and we all lit up. (This was my first time smoking with my son.) Everyone loved my punch and I had to make a second batch. Will, and then Eric, went inside to piss. When he needed to go, Sven got up and walked just a foot or two away and let go.

"I swear that man is half-dog, he loves pissing in nature so much," I said.

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof!" Sven started barking loudly (and convincingly), making everyone laugh. He was pissing hands-free, with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. It was getting all over his legs but he didn't care.

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SVEN:

Sometimes I really missed living in a big city, mostly because of the unlimited amount of strangers you could fuck on any given day. But on days like this, looking at my large sunny backyard where I can be free and naked, I felt it was all worth it.

I have no idea where I would've ended up if I didn't settle down with David. We were both into drugs and casual fucks back in the day but man, I was taking it overboard. Looking at our son now, I had to admit: we did a good job.

Eric looked happy and healthy. Both he and Will looked like Adonises, as far as I was concerned. (Okay, it didn't hurt that they were wearing those tiny little speedos that David keeps buying, he knows they drive me wild.) Both boys spent less time than I did working out, but their results were much more obvious. I envied their youth, and was happy for them at the same time. I was tempted to present them with the money they needed for a place of their own but I wasn't sure how they'd feel about that. Plus, I selfishly wanted to spend some more time with my son. I knew what life was like once you started a steady job and a family of your own. I wasn't ready to give him up just yet.

There were only four of us out in the yard, but it was starting to feel like a real party. The drinks kept flowing, the joints kept rolling, and the music got louder. I was in such a good mood I even agreed to give Eric a chance to control the music.

"You have to beat me first, though," I challenged him. "Ten laps in the pool, front and back. Whoever's first gets to DJ."

"Deal, old man," he reached to shake my hand.

"Call me that again and you won't live to be my age," I joked, and yanked him by the hand trapping his head in my armpit and giving him a noogie.

I was close, but the kid beat me fair and square, which meant switching to rap.

Everyone got in the pool then, where we continued drinking. As the afternoon turned into evening, it got a bit chilly.

"Wanna move it to the hot tub?" David suggested.

"Sure," I said and got out of the pool. I could feel David's eyes looking at me, focused on my bare ass, so I stood there for a few seconds, dripping wet, flexing my glutes for him.

He followed me out of the pool and I hugged and kissed him. The boys were still in the pool, facing us, but talking to each other.

"You are so fucking hot," I said, and put my tongue in my husband's mouth. My hands wandered down his back, ending up inside his speedos, squeezing his asscheeks.

"And you know what I love?" I continued, kissing him in between sentences. "The way your pubes are all out for everyone to see." My right hand wandered from his back to his front, rubbing his lower belly and his pubic area. "Is this the pair you wore to the beach last time we were in Gran Canaria?"

"Mmm, I don't remember," he whispered softly as we kissed. "What I definitely remember is how you fucked me in front of everyone at that beach."

"You know there's probably photos and videos of us somewhere on the Internet, right?" I laughed.

"I wouldn't know, I don't go looking. Who needs porn when I got this?" He reached for my dick and gave it a squeeze.

I saw the boys get out of the pool. "Let's get in the tub," I said.

Our hot tub was big enough for probably eight people, knee-to-knee. So with the four of us there was ample room. Which did not mean I didn't want my husband as close as possible to me. I pulled him in until he was sitting on my lap, his legs spread open, facing me, with his back to Eric and Will.

We chilled like that for a while, occasionally kissing, occasionally whispering to each other. The boys were sitting next to each other but they both seemed to be doing the same thing as us. Thankfully Eric changed the music again, to something slower, some R&B.

"Hey Dad, did it hurt when you got your Prince Albert done?"

"Hm," I looked at Eric and Will. "It did, but it wasn't for very long. Why, thinking of getting one?"

"Maybe," he answered. "We just passed a studio today and were just talking about it."

"Don't do it at no random studio. I have a buddy who can do it for you, same one who did mine. It'll be cheaper and safer."

"Man, I could never do that, I'm too much of a pussy," Will said. His eyes were glazed and you could definitely tell the booze and weed had taken their toll. Then again, that's probably how all of us looked.

"I had no choice. I got these done," I pinched my nipples, "because I wanted to, but the dick piercing was a special request from a loved one." I squeezed David's ass in front of the boys' faces.

David smiled and kissed me, then continued to pinch my nipples.

"See baby, now you have to do it if I ask you to," I overheard Eric say to Will. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Eric's arm move toward Will's crotch, probably grabbing his dick under the water.

I closed my eyes as David and I continued kissing. With all the kissing action, plus him pinching my nips, I was hard as a rock within seconds. David noticed and discreetly grabbed my dick with his right hand. He started going up and down under the water, very very slowly, trying to hide what he was really doing. We looked at each other straight in the eyes with animal lust. David's lips curled into a shit-eating grin.

"You alright, big boy?" he whispered super softly.

I nodded, not breaking eye contact for a second.

"Hey Dad, is there any more punch?" Eric asked.

David turned around to face Eric over his left shoulder. His right hand was still on my dick, jerking me off slowly and discreetly.

"No, but all the ingredients are out in the kitchen on the counter," he answered, never missing a beat. My dick was in heaven.

"How much do I put in?" Eric wanted to know.

"It doesn't really matter, just dump everything in there and add a shitton of ice. Then taste it and if it's wrong just add more juice," he explained while continuing the hand-job. You could say a lot of things about my husband, but you can't say he's not good at multitasking.

Eric got up and grabbed the empty bowl and took it inside the house. Will was alone on that side of the tub now, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He was probably just resting his eyes but he looked like he might be napping.

"Make me cum!" I whispered urgently to David. With the jets running, I was pretty sure Will couldn't hear me.

David turned around to give Will a quick look, then back to me. Now he was all in, jerking me off up and down with gusto. I hugged him around his lower back so he wouldn't fall back, as he took his left hand and put two fingers on my perineum, then closer and closer to my hole.

"Fuck. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" I tried to whisper as gently as possible but it felt like I was screaming. David and I never broke eye contact for a single second. The energy between us that very moment felt amazing, even after all these years. It was my second load of the day, but my dick erupted like a geyser. My toes curled underwater, I couldn't control my breathing. David's fingers close to my hole were pressing hard. I broke off eye contact to look down and see my white cum spurt into the tub, then quickly float all around in the water.

David didn't stop, and continued slowly jerking me until my orgasm subdued. I gave him a big kiss and we both burst into laughter uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Eric asked, walking back with a fresh bowl of punch. He poured some in four cups and walked back into the hot tub. Will opened his eyes and hugged him.

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ERIC:

When Will and I got home from the mall we realized we weren't the only ones who'd planned to spend the day by the pool. Even better with my dads there, I thought. They'd made enough food for everyone and the punch David made looked delicious!

Sven was naked as per usual, but David wore a hot pair of speedos I don't think I'd seen him wear before. I knew Will had a thing for sexy underwear and swimwear, so I walked over to ask my dad if I could borrow some from him.

"Eric honey, you have something on your face."

Fuck. Will's cum was still on my face. Could Dad tell that's what it was?

I wiped it off and asked about borrowing a pair of speedos. Dad said yes, and offered some for Will as well if he wanted some.

I took Will with me and we walked to my parents' bedroom.

"What's going on?" Will asked.

"Dad said we can have some stuff to wear, if we wanna chill by the pool."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I asked, he said yes. Pretty sure."

I took all my clothes off and dumped them on the floor. Will looked at me apprehensively, but then he did the same.

I went through the drawer where I knew Dad kept his swimwear. I rummaged for a bit and pulled out the tiniest pair.

"How about these?" I joked. I'd put on a white pair of barely-there speedos. The top of my dick was out, as was half of my ass.

"Those aren't made for the beach, are they?" Will asked.

"Probably not, probably some fetish party or something. Here, these look more conservative."

I went for a yellow pair that pushed up my ass and made it look amazing. The bulge in the front was nice as well.

"How about you go with these?" I said, offering him a red pair.

"I think black's more my color," Will said and put them on. His dick looked amazing, like he was constantly half-hard. They were cut really low so his pubic hair was showing.

"You look so fucking hot," I said and started kissing him and rubbing his dick through the fabric. He had cum just ten minutes ago so I wasn't sure if he'd get hard again so quickly. Me, on the other hand, that was a different story.

"You're hard," he noticed and put his hand on my dick as well.

"Of course I'm hard, look at us. We look so hot."

We stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring ourselves and each other. We'd been fairly disciplined when it came to working out lately, and then putting on this perfectly-cut swimwear made us feel even hotter. Plus there was something about my parents' bedroom that was... sexy. It was mostly black, the lights were always dimmed, and there was always a nice, sensual smell. There were multiple homoerotic photos on the walls, and Tom of Finland drawings. There was a calendar of nude rowers, as well as a large photo of my dads kissing, shirtless.

"I need to take care of this before going out," I pointed to my erection.

"That's true. Plus I owe you one." Will got behind me and hugged me from behind. His right hand grabbed my dick and his left hand grabbed the speedos to pull them down.

"No. Leave them on," I said.

"You sure?" he hesitated.

"Yes."

It was hard to jerk off in such a small pair of speedos but Will did his best. I was leaking precum and it was getting all over Will's hand and my dad's speedos.

"Grab some lube, I'm sure there's some on the nightstand."

Will hesitated for a second again but did what I told him. I was right, and he came back with a bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand.

Much better. I was getting close to the edge now.

"Go faster. Go faster," I panted.

Will picked up speed. The speedos were tucked in under my balls, but when I got close I quickly tugged them up and over my dick.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. Fuck!"

I came messily, inside the speedos and all over Will's hand. Drops of cum dripped to the black carpet.

"Fuck, that felt good. Thank you, baby." I gave Will a kiss.

We stood like that for a couple seconds, until he pulled out his hand. I took off the speedos and wiped the rest of the cum off myself, then handed them to him so he could wipe his hand. When he handed them back, I knelt and tried to get the cum off the carpet.

"Do you think that'll stain?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter, not like we can do much now anyway."

"What're you gonna do with those?"

"Throw them in the hamper," I answered and walked to my parents' bathroom. I threw the yellow speedos in the hamper and went back to the drawer and picked a fresh, blue pair instead.

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WILL:

I have no idea how many times I've cum in my life, but I can say without a doubt the strongest orgasm I'd had so far was as Eric drove us back home from the mall that day.

He'd always had a wild and experimental side to him, but this was just fucking crazy. It was terrifying! We were lucky to not be arrested, not to mention lucky to be alive! I was horrified... and so turned on at the same time.

Back in the house, I didn't have a lot of time to think about what'd just happened, because I was immediately distracted. Eric's dads were in the yard. Sven naked as always. David wearing a pair of speedos that looked... obscene. His entire pubes were out in the front, making it impossible for me not to look and wonder what was underneath them. His ass was showing in the back. He had the body to pull it off, but he definitely did not look like anyone's dad!

Apparently he'd told Eric we can help ourselves to some of his speedos if we wanted to, which is what we went to do. I was so turned on to be trying them on, and so was Eric. He came in a pair of his dad's speedos, then casually left them in the hamper like it's no big deal, not even trying to hide them.

I needed a drink, and a smoke! I rolled the fattest blunt I could, and shared my weed with everyone. As soon as the weed and liquor started to kick in, I started to relax. Nothing seemed like such a big deal anymore. Sven nonchalantly pissing in front of everyone multiple times. Him and David kissing and groping each other. Eric and I kissing, at the table, in the pool, with everyone there.

By the time we all moved to the hot tub, that shit was hitting me hard. I watched David sit in Sven's lap in a sort of daze. Eric and I talked to each other the entire time but I honestly have no idea what was being said, it's like I switched off. Did he not notice or not care about his dads being so intimate just inches from our faces? Was... Was David jerking Sven off? Yes! Oh my god, yes he was, I could recognize the arm movements. Was Eric honestly so unobservant, to ask for more punch while his dad was getting a hand-job?!

I just closed my eyes, I had no idea anymore. I tried to ignore it, but who was I kidding? I was hard as a rock under the water. I was so turned on it hurt! I opened my eyes the tiniest bit, trying to see what was happening without being caught.

If there'd been any doubt whether David was giving Sven a hand job earlier, it went away the second Eric left the hot tub. They thought I was asleep so they went all in, jerking aggressively, grunting, and moaning softly, all while looking each other in the eye. And a few seconds later... Was... Was Sven cumming? Yes! That must be his cumshot face. He tried to control himself but I could tell. He looked down at his dick. Fuck: it was happening! I was cumming as well. Without touching myself, my dick trapped between the waistband of the tight speedos and my belly. I was shooting in the hot tub, simultaneously with Sven! Fuck!!

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Next thing I can remember I was in bed. It was the middle of the night. Eric was lying next to me, snoring softly, naked just like I was. I had only a vague recollection of walking up here. Water. I needed water.

I got up and stumbled to the kitchen, almost falling down the stairs. All the lights were off. The only noise was the dishwasher running. I chugged a whole bottle of water out the fridge, then a second one. Fuck man, I must be more wasted than I realized. I needed some fresh air.

I went out to the yard. All the cups and plates and bowls were gone, everything was tidy again. I breathed in deeply. I needed to piss. Should I pull a Sven? I let go and started pissing on the grass. Two seconds after I started, I realized I'm not alone.

"Hey," a voice said calmly.

I looked around. Merely a few feet on my right, Sven was lying on his back on the grass, naked, with his hands underneath the back of his head.

"Hey. Sorry," I said. Once I'd started I couldn't stop so I just continued pissing.

"No problem. You okay, son?"

"Yeah, I might just be a bit... a bit fucked up but I'll be fine."

I finished pissing a realized this was the first time I was naked in front of Sven.

"Wanna lie down for a second? I came out for a smoke then I got distracted looking at the stars."

It really was a gorgeous night. I lay down on Sven's right.

"You sure you're gonna be fine?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I just need some water and sleep and shit and I'll be fine," I said, trying not to slur my words.

"You had a bit too much, you'll be alright," he said and put his arm around me. I adjusted my position so I was resting my head on his bicep. "I've come off must worse than just weed and liquor."

We lay in silence, and I have no idea if it took 30 seconds or 30 minutes. Thoughts were racing, half-cohesively, through my mind. I realized this was the first time I could remember getting a hug from a man who I wasn't having sex with.

"You liking it here so far?" Sven asked. Why'd he have to go open this can of worms?

"I do," I started to talk, unable to control my words. "Don't get me wrong, cuz I love it, I really do. It's just so weird."

"What is?" He turned around to look at me instead of the sky. His arm was still under my head.

"Everything, the way you guys live, the way you guys act around each other. It doesn't feel real. It's like someone's making this shit up. It's like an alternate reality."

I heard him take a deep breath.

"Listen. When I was born in eastern Germany, back then it was the GDR. Now, I don't know what they teach you kids in school these days but do some research if you need to know what the living conditions were like then and there. Do you think if someone had told me then that fifty years later I would own my own house, in this of all places, and I'd have a husband and a son and we would live that way legally and openly, and I would be able to travel the world wherever I wanted... Do you think that wouldn't feel like an alternate reality to that boy back then?"

"I guess it would," I mumbled.

"My point is, everything is crazy until it isn't. Everything is impossible until it isn't."

He lay back to look at the sky. I turned toward him and put my right hand on his chest.

"We built a nice little life for ourselves here, David and I," he continued. "We worked hard. And we just got really fucking lucky, as well. We're finally at a point where we can control the narrative, and not have to deal with other people's bullshit. There's up and downs, but we've always been honest with each other and Eric. Honesty, son, that's the most important."

I was only half-registering what he was saying, so many thoughts and feelings whirling inside of me.

"Sven, you know how you call me 'son'?"

"Yeah?" he said, turning to look me in the eyes.

"Well, would it be okay... Can I call you 'Dad'?"

We looked at each other for a second.

"C'mere," he said and pulled me into a hug until my head was resting on his chest and he had both arms tightly around me. I started sobbing. My body was shaking, and tears were rolling down my cheeks and onto his chest.

"Shhh, it's okay." He waited until I'd calmed down, holding me tightly and running one hand up and down my back and the other one through my hair.

"Yes, it's alright if you want to call me 'Dad,'" he said reassuringly.

I squeezed his body tighter with both arms. We lay like that in silence for a few minutes.

"You know how you said honesty's the most important?" I said after a while.

"Yes?" he asked as his fingertips stroked my back.

"Earlier in the hot tub, I wasn't asleep or anything."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I watched you... get a hand-job from David."

"And how did that make you feel?" he asked very coolly.

"Well, honestly... It was hot. It made me cum without even touching myself. I think I shot as the same time as you."

"Hahaha," he laughed warmly and heartily. It was the loudest he'd been all night.

I felt relieved. Happy. Content. After a few seconds, I started dozing off on his chest.

"Time to hit the hay," he poked me to wake me up.

"Hey, Dad?" I said before we got up.

I looked him in the eyes as my heartbeat started to go up. I had no idea how he'd react or if I might grow to regret this, but it felt out of my control anyway.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Timidly at first, I wasn't sure if he'd reciprocate. But I felt his mouth open wider and his tongue go in and out of my mouth as well. We kissed like that for several seconds.

"Good night, son," Sven said when the kiss was over. "Go to bed, don't let Eric sleep alone."

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