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MARIANO:

    In over four decades of living in the U.S., I'd never celebrated Thanksgiving without my wife – but I guess there is a first time for everything. This year, she had to go to Mexico; her sister was spending several weeks at the hospital, leaving behind four kids that had no one else to look after them. My wife didn't work, so it wasn't a problem for her to spend a few weeks out of the country. On the other hand, I had to stay behind and run my business, living all alone for the first time in my life.

    Thankfully, four of my five children still lived in the area, so they dropped by whenever they had the time. Two days before the holiday, I got a visit from my second-eldest son, Manuel, bringing groceries that I would need for the big meal.

    "I don't know why you won't let Miguel and me have Thanksgiving at our house, like we did last year," Manuel said while he put the groceries in the fridge. Manu lived with his older brother Miguel, and last year the two of them were our holiday hosts.

    "No. Since your mother left, this house has been way too quiet for my liking," I insisted. "I want to have everyone gather here."

    "Ay, you've been lonely, haven't you?" my son noted somberly.

    "Of course I have," I admitted.

    "I know how it is. I lived on my own for a while after my divorce, and I did not like it."

    "Speaking of that. You've been divorced for three years now," I pointed out, "and I haven't heard anything about you having a girlfriend. What's up with that? You're only 34, mijo. Even though your first marriage didn't work out, it doesn't mean you should give up."

    "What are you talking about, I haven't given up on anything," my son said defensively.

    "Fine, fine. I just wanna see you settle down. Not hook up with random girls forever."

    "Why are you writing fan fiction about my life? I'm not hooking up with random girls."

    "Okay," I shrugged. "I just assumed… I mean, a man has needs, so you gotta take care of 'em somehow."

    "Don't worry about my needs," Manuel laughed, "you just worry about your own. I'm sure it's been rough since Mamá left."

    "Oh, it's been rough for much longer than that," I blurted out without considering this was my son I was talking to.

    "Uhh, is there something you wanna talk about?" Manuel asked, closing the fridge and coming to sit next to me at the kitchen table. I decided to be honest with him.

    "Well… your mother and I are almost 60. So at her age, her drive isn't what it used to be. Not even close. As for me, I'm still ready to go whenever, if you know what I mean."

    "Yeah, I do," my son laughed. "So I guess there's been a lot of solo action," he added jokingly, making a jack-off gesture with his hand.

    "Oh hell yeah. I feel like a teenager again," I admitted.

    As far as I could remember, this was the first time that Manu and I were talking about masturbation. I vaguely remember offering to talk to him about it when he was going through puberty, but he told me he already knew everything he needed to know (potentially having learned it from his older brother). Frankly, it felt nice to have an intimate conversation like this as two adult men. Undoubtedly, now that he was divorced, my son also resorted to jacking off just as often as I did. I wanted to ask him about it without making it awkward, but we were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

    "Papá? You home? It's us!" my two youngest sons shouted. 

    "I'm in the kitchen with your brother!" I yelled back.

    A few seconds later, Mario and Mateo strolled into the room. As per usual, the 28-year-old twins were dressed in shorts and tank tops that showed off their muscles, and they each carried a gym bag. They gave me a hug, and then hugged their older brother as well.

    "What're you boys doing here?" I asked them.

    "We figured you're on your own here, so we can stay for a couple of days to keep you company," Mateo said. "We brought some clothes, and we can stay in our old room."

    "You don't have to share a room," I pointed out. "There's plenty of other bedrooms in the house."

    "We don't mind," Mario said. "So, what're you two up to? What were you talking about before we got here?"

    I made eye contact with Manuel, and both of us smiled a bit awkwardly. I thought it would be too weird to tell the twins we had been talking about masturbation, so I made up a white lie and told them we'd been talking about all of the Thanksgiving food that needed to be prepared.

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    Later that night, after having dinner and a nice long chat with the twins, I went up to bed and ended up lying wide awake past midnight. I was never a night owl, but I just couldn't sleep. Finally, feeling thirsty, I decided to head downstairs to the kitchen to get some water. I started to walk down the hallway when I realized I was stark naked. Since two of my sons were in the house, I rushed back to my bedroom to grab a pair of boxers just in case I ran into them. My wife never cared if I walked around the house naked, but that wasn't something we did if the kids were around.

    Downstairs, all the lights were off. To get to the kitchen I needed to pass the living room, and I could see a dull glow, probably coming from the television. As I walked closer, I heard noises and voices saying something surprising: "Fuck yeah. Ahhh, fuck!"

    My first thought was that one of the twins was watching porn in the living room. They were always a cheeky pair. I now had two options: walk into the room, potentially embarrassing whoever was sitting there; or go back upstairs without getting any water. Or…

    My curiosity piqued, I crept closer so that I could peer into the room. Although it was inappropriate, I couldn't help but wonder who was there. This was my house after all, I told myself. I had every right to know what was going on.

    As I looked around the corner, I almost gasped at what I saw. Mario and Mateo were BOTH sitting on the couch. Porn was playing on the TV on mute. But what really shocked me was that my sons were completely naked and jerking off!!

    The twins' taut nude bodies were illuminated by the television, their hard cut cocks easily visible, damn near identical to one another. I had to admit: they were handsome young men. Seeing them like this, in all their glory, it made me even more proud of them, as weird as that was. I didn't move a muscle as I didn't want to attract their attention, but I couldn't help my dick twitching in my boxers.

    The pair looked entirely comfortable and at ease like this, jerking off side by side. I instantly knew this wasn't their first time doing this. Was that really unusual for twins? Maybe boys who look the same and grow up sharing a room are not unlikely to end up exploring with each other. When did this start, when they were teenagers? Or was it a recent development now that they were adults.

    "Look at that guy's dick," Mario said, making me look at the TV screen, where a muscular Latin guy was showing off his thick uncut cock.

    "Man, I wish we were uncut like Manu and Miguel," Mateo added, almost making me jump. How did they even know their older brothers were uncircumcised?

    "Do you think Dad's uncut, too?" Mario asked his brother.

    "Oh, most definitely," Mateo replied while still stroking his dick.

    "I wonder what his dick looks like," Mario continued, making me more and more surprised with every word they said.

    "I'm sure it looks amazing," Mateo smiled. "Have you noticed his bulge when he wears tight jeans? It looks fucking massive."

    I smiled. Hearing my sons talk about my dick had a surprising effect on me. I wasn't offended or weirded out. I felt good. Proud. The twitching in my boxers only got more aggressive until I realized I was completely hard as a rock.

    I told myself that my erection had nothing to do with looking at my naked sons or the gay porn they were playing on the TV. The only reasonable explanation was that I hadn't had sex in so many months. While some men my age needed pills to get hard, I was popping boners left and right because of how constantly horny I was. I slipped my hand in my boxers and started stroking while watching my sons – even though I knew I should've just gone back to my room.

    An immediate sense of relief washed over me as soon as I wrapped my fist around my throbbing cock. Without thinking, I pulled my boxers down around my thighs and got my dick out so I could jack off more freely. Then, just as I was getting into a steady rhythm, the twins let go of their own pricks. Were they about to stop without cumming? I watched carefully… as each of them reached for his brother's dick. Holy shit: my youngest sons weren't just masturbating together. They were jerking EACH OTHER off!

    For some reason, I shot a huge wad of precum at that exact moment, which came in handy to be used as lube. I watched in amazement as Mario and Mateo gave each other handjobs. Once again, they looked so comfortable doing this… How many times had they done this over the years?!

    Drawn by the action taking place in the living room, I was becoming careless. I kept inching closer… when suddenly, Mateo looked up and saw me.

    "Dad!" he said, looking stunned but still stroking his brother's dick.

    Shit! I was caught with my underwear around my thighs, spying on my sons. To my surprise, the next words out of Mario's mouth were: "Dad. Come sit down."

    I pulled my boxers back up and entered the living room. I expected the twins to stop what they were doing so that we could have a conversation. Instead, my sons simply continued stroking each other's tools, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

    "Wanna jack off with us?" Mateo asked as I stood over them. The stunned expression on his face was now replaced by a mischievous grin.

    "Here, we'll even play some straight porn for ya," Mario chimed in. With his free hand, he reached for his phone and quickly changed the video playing on the TV. 

    What the hell was going on? I didn't know what to do, so I took a seat on the couch next to my two youngest sons and I kept quiet.

    "Have you ever jerked off without another man before?" Mateo asked me. 

    "No," I replied truthfully.

    "That's okay. Plenty of straight men do it," Mario reassured me. 

    "And you… I gather this isn't your first time doing this?" I asked.

    The twins looked at each other, smiled, and simultaneously said, "No."

    "Mateo, you've been married for a couple of years now. Does John know about this?" I asked.

    "Yes, Dad," Mateo nodded, still smiling. "I have his blessing to get off with Mario whenever I want."

    In my boxers, my dick spat out another large wad of precum, making my underwear uncomfortably wet. I pulled my boxers down and left them on the floor, showing off my uncut tool to my sons, who had been discussing it with interest just a few minutes ago.

    "Way to go, Dad," Mario said. I knew he was being generous: my dick wasn't much bigger than average, yet the twins kept staring at it in awe. Mario, who was sitting right next to me, was getting a particularly good view.

    "Why don't you come sit in the middle?" Mateo suggested, finally letting go of his brother's boner.

    Not wanting to disappoint him, I did what he asked. The twins separated and made room for me to sit between them – but not a lot. I had to squeeze in, with our legs rubbing against each other, our hard dicks pointing up like three flagpoles.

    "I was just asking Mateo if you were uncut," Mario said, unaware that I'd overheard that part of their conversation. "I guess now we know the answer."

    "Can we see what it feels like?" Mateo asked, his hand already reaching toward my crotch.

    Did I hear that correctly? My son was asking to touch my dick?! Surely there were plenty of uncircumcised penises all over LA if he was that curious. Or was he using that as an excuse to cop a feel?

    Still, I didn't say no. My sons both reach toward my pole, their arms moving slowly, giving me ample time to back out. I knew that this was wrong – oh so wrong – but I found myself anticipating my sons' touch with excitement. The busty young woman getting fucked on the TV didn't get any of my attention. Instead, I looked the twins in the eyes, moving my head left to right, watching them smiling at me encouragingly as their hands finally made contact.

    "Oooh, that's nice," Mario said, as if mine was the first dick he'd ever touched.

    "Really is. Nice and thick," said Mateo, sliding my foreskin up and down my shaft.

    Like good brothers, the twins shared access to my cock. While one of them stroked my pole, the other would tug on my hairy nuts, which I hadn't shaved in months. Not only was this my first time being touched by another man, but it was my very first time being touched by two people at the same time. Their hands worked wonders, operating in synchronicity as if they'd practiced this. 

    "You've done this before," I noted loudly. "Let me guess: the two of you have jerked John off?"

    "Oh yeah," Mateo admitted. "Even before I met John. A ton of people have a fetish for twins."

    I always knew my two youngest sons had a naughty streak – but I had no idea just how naughty they could get! As if I was any better. Here I was, allowing the twins to stroke my paternal cock, driving me dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy.

    "Boys. I'm about to blow," I announced, spreading my legs wider. That gave Mario, who was tugging on my balls, access to my taint. His fingers began massaging that area, which was yet another new sensation for me. "Fuck, son, that feels good."

    Mario's fingers pressed harder. Meanwhile, his brother kept pumping up and down, gripping my cock tightly, making me pant. It was in that moment I shot the biggest load I ever remember shooting. Cum kept blasting out like a geyser, covering not only my own torso, but my sons' naked bodies as well. Each of them still had a hand free, so they reached for each other's cocks once again, and within seconds they were cumming on my thighs. 

    Feeling my own sons' jizz on my skin drove me even crazier. My cock continued to cum, until I was utterly spent. 

    "I… I just came downstairs to get some water," I said as Mateo's hand still gently stroked the dick that had made him.

    "Haha. I'll go get you some, Dad," he said, letting go of my prick as well as his brother's. "You look like you need to catch your breath."