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The Martinez Siblings:

    Ever since they both got divorced, Miguel, 41, and Manuel, 35, live together in a house in Southern California.

    Their younger brothers, twins Mario & Mateo, 29,  live in West Hollywood.

    Their youngest sibling Mia, 28, is married and lives in San Francisco.

 

MARIANO:

    Driving up the freeway in my truck, I started to get a sudden hard-on, making me wish I hadn't worn such tight jeans today. Random boners were an increasingly common occurrence lately, ever since my doctor prescribed me weekly testosterone shots, which he claimed were normal for men my age. All of a sudden, I found myself with the same sex drive I had back in high school – unlike my wife, who had pretty much given up on sex.

    Just as I was about to reach for my crotch and free my dick from its denim prison, my phone rang. My firstborn son's name popped up on the dashboard screen, so I tapped the green button to answer his call.

    "Hi, Miguel," I said. "Hold on, let me close the window so I can hear you better."

    "Are you driving somewhere?" Miguel asked.

    "Yeah, to your brother's apartment."

    "Which brother?"

    "Mateo," I explained. "He and John are moving into their new house, and I'm helping them move some of the furniture today."

    After being married for three years, my son Mateo and his husband John had decided to finally leave their tiny apartment in West Hollywood and they bought a house in Oceanside.

    "Cool. I'm actually calling to ask you to do something similar," Miguel said. "You know that Manuel and I are hosting Thanksgiving at our house this year, right? We need you to bring another table and a few chairs from your house, just to make sure there's enough for everyone."

    Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I let my right hand drop down to my bulge. While hearing my son talk, I pulled down my zipper and managed to extract my cock, which was now throbbing and begging for relief. Almost an entire year had passed, but I could still hear Miguel's voice saying, "Fuck me! Fuck me with the dick that made me."

    Last Thanksgiving, that's just what I did: I fucked my oldest son in front of all three of his brothers. Although it was the hottest fuck I'd ever had, Miguel and I never did it again. My wife returned from her trip to Mexico, and she and I decided to take a long cruise up the coast, all the way to Alaska. After we got back, life always seemed to get in the way. I saw my sons a few times throughout the year, but I never did anything sexual with any of them. Now, jerking off while driving up the freeway, I couldn't help but wonder: Why not? Maybe I should. 

    "Mijo, when do you want me to bring the furniture to your house?" I asked Miguel over the phone.

    "Whenever you get a chance," he said noncommittally. "You have keys to our house. You can let yourself in if we're not here."

    "No," I declined. "I want to do it when you're there. I want us to spend some time together. Alone."

    Although I couldn't see my son's face, I knew that he was smiling when he said, "Okay, Papá. We can definitely make that happen. I'm looking forward to it."

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    I continued jerking off while driving, doing my best to focus on the road while at the same time enjoying the memories from last Thanksgiving. I was hoping to shoot before arriving at my destination, but when traffic got a bit too crazy I finally gave up and tucked my dick away, keeping it confined all the way to West Hollywood.

    I parked near the building where both of my sons lived: Mateo and his husband were on the sixth floor, and Mario lived by himself on the eighth. In the elevator, I pressed 8 and I began to rub my bulge, wondering if I might be lucky enough to get a blowjob from one of the twins today, or ideally – from both of them, just like they did last year. Thinking of my boys sharing my dick between their mouths was enough to make me start leaking precum. Thankfully I was alone in the elevator, giving me a chance to play with myself for a bit. 

    When I knocked on Mario's door, there was no answer. After a couple of  minutes, I went down to Mateo and John's place. This time, the door swung open shortly after my first knock to reveal my shirtless son-in-law with a towel wrapped around his waist.

    "Hey, come on in," John welcomed me with a friendly smile. "Sorry about the towel, I just finished taking a shower. I've been packing stuff all day, so I got real sweaty."

    Frankly, I found this preferable, but of course I couldn't say that since I didn't want my son-in-law to think of me as a perv. I pretended to be indifferent while discreetly eyeing John up and down. Even in his late 30s, he had a fit body that many younger men would kill to have. His blond hair was still wet and slicked back, and his strong chest was glistening with water, accentuating his chiseled pecs and perky nipples. His abs were well-defined and followed by a happy trail that led all the way to the public hair peeking out from the top of John's towel.

    "No problem at all," I said, hoping he hadn't noticed me checking him out. "Are my sons around?"

    "No. They both went to the house in Oceanside to start unpacking some of the boxes there," John explained, making me feel disappointed that neither of the twins was around to service me. Just as I started to think I was alone in the apartment with John, I heard the voice of someone else.

    "Dad?! Where are the towels?"

    A second later, John's son Chase appeared – stark naked. The teenager was dripping wet, clearly fresh out of the shower. Chase was almost the spitting image of his father, though his muscles weren't as big and his body hair was more of a soft peach fuzz. Their eyes were an identical shade of blue, and interestingly enough, I noticed that their nipples were the same exact shape and size.

    The teen looked surprised to see me, but he didn't seem embarrassed by his nudity. On the contrary, he was very much at ease, judging by the smug smirk on his face. He had every right to act cocky, based on that large dick swinging between his legs. Holy shit, was it even flaccid, or was he starting to sport a semi? 

    "Hi," Chase greeted me with a confident smile. Fuck, I was starting to get hard again.

    "Sorry, son, I packed all the other towels. But here, use this one," John apologized before loosening the towel around his own waist and passing it on to Chase.

    When my hunky son-in-law exposed himself in front of me, I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. Sure enough, father and son were VERY alike. They were both circumcised and very well endowed, with John's dick being a bit bigger and thicker than his son's.

    "Hi, Chase. I didn't know you'd be here. I haven't seen you in a while," I said, cutting myself short from adding "You've gotten so big" while looking at the teen's dick.

    "My dad asked me to help him out," Chase explained as he ran the towel under his legs to dry his taint. "He promised to make it worth my time. By the way, Dad, how do you plan on paying me today?

    "Whatever you want, son. Name your price," John smiled.

    The pair flashed nearly identical grins at each other. Chase had the towel over his junk now, seeming to spend a lot more time drying his dick than necessary. When he finally dropped the towel, I almost gasped. John's son was cockily standing there with his hands on his hips… sporting a full erection.

    "That's one thing I can help you with," John said calmly, before walking over to his son and dropping to his knees.

    This time I did gasp out loud. I'd been having all these dirty thoughts in my head today, and the day just got much kinkier than I anticipated. I now had no doubt that Mateo had told his husband about last year's Thanksgiving sexcapades that took place at my house. That's why John was so willing to get naked in front of me and offer to blow his own son. This was probably not their first time doing it – far from it, judging by how quickly this was happening and how casually they were acting. 

    John arranged the towel as a kneepad and immediately went down on Chase. Awe-stricken, I watched my son-in-law wrap his strong arms around his son's legs, pulling Chase closer and swallowing his entire dick to the point of gagging. Despite it, John didn't let off one bit, continuing to deepthroat his son like a pro.

    "Mmm, fuck, Dad. This was definitely worth all the heavy lifting," Chase groaned, his fingers intertwined in his dad's wet hair.

    I looked down again to see John now licking up and down the underside of his son's shaft, making sure to give the teen's balls some tongue-action as well. One of John's hands was now rubbing Chase's taint and tugging on his sack. After a while, the cocksucker proceeded to deepthroat his son with loud, wet, slurping noises. It was like these two knew how horny I was and they wanted to give me a show.

    I couldn't hold back any longer and I pulled out my own hard dick. I started stroking myself, just like I'd done in the car earlier, only this live-action porn was even hotter than my faded memories. Chase noticed what I was doing and smirked at me when we made eye contact. He eyed my dick with open interest before tightening his grip on his father's hair.

    Next thing I knew, Chase was bucking his hips and fucking his father's face fast. John braced himself by holding tightly onto Chase's meaty thighs, but he took the oral assault with relative ease. My son-in-law's face was getting wet from all the drool leaking out past his lips, but Chase looked like he wasn't about to slow down anytime soon. I could only imagine the kind of stamina a young buck like Chase had.

    "C'mon Dad, arch your back some," the teen ordered as he bent down and trailed a hand along John's spine. "Let's make sure our guest gets a good look at your hole."

    Reaching down, Chase used both hands to spread his father's asscheeks wide open, flashing John's nearly hairless pucker. John even started winking his hole at me while arching his back and spreading his knees wider. I didn't know where to look anymore: at the naked jock with his dick lodged down his own father's throat, or at my son-in-law's gorgeous hole.

    "I think I'm gonna need more, Dad," Chase announced as he stepped back, taking his cock with him before circling around his dad. "I'm gonna need to fuck your ass."

    The teen admired his father's hole for a moment before they moved a few feet to the couch, one of the few pieces of furniture remaining in the apartment. John knelt on the middle cushion, leaning against the backrest. Chase spat on his father's hole before carefully lining up his cock. He then cocked his head at me, signaling me to come closer so I could watch him penetrate his father's ass.

    I stood next to the teenager, holding my breath. I watched as Chase slowly but firmly started sinking his cock inside his father. John groaned, but his pucker opened up to Chase easily, making me wonder just how many times exactly they'd done this before. They weren't even using any lube, other than the teen's precum, which led me to believe that my son-in-law was more used to taking dick than I'd assumed. I always pictured John fucking Mateo, rather than vice versa. 

    "Fuck, son. That feels so good," John groaned.

    "Yeeeah. Take it," Chase grunted in response, driving the last few inches in, until he was balls-deep in his father's ass.

    The teen started off with a few slow and steady thrusts to help his dad's hole loosen up a bit. After a few minutes, John began begging for more, so his son started hammering his ass for all he was worth. My son-in-law held onto the couch, cussing and moaning and constantly repeating how good it felt to get fucked by his own son.

    Chase and John looked and sounded like two animals in heat – and I was loving it! I went to town on my dick, beating off and enjoying the kinky spectacle. The couch was creaking and groaning from the force of Chase's thrusting, even moving a few inches. Seeing John, who always struck me as very masculine, melt under the attention of his son's dick made me wonder what it must feel like to get fucked by another man.

    "I bet you love having an audience while I fuck your slutty hole, huh Dad?" Chase barked.

    "Mmm, yes. Fuck, I love it, son!" John confessed.

    Their verbal banter turned me on even more. Still glistening with water from the shower as well as their own sweat, the two men's muscles were bulging and flexing while their bodies moved as one.

    "Where do you want my load, Dad?" Chase asked after a few more intense minutes. The timing was perfect: I was also reaching the point of no return.

    "I want it in my ass, son," John grunted. "I want you to cum inside my hole."

    "What was that? I couldn't hear you," Chase growled, reaching out to pull his father's hair.

    "Breed me, son!!!" John shouted. "Fucking cum inside my ass!"

    With a few final thrusts, Chase started groaning as he unloaded inside his own father. Both of them were crying out in ecstasy as they orgasmed simultaneously. The teen's jizz shot deep in his father's ass, while John's cum splattered all over the leather couch cushions. Chase slapped his dad's asscheek, before pulling out and stepping back to reveal John's gaping hole, wide open and leaking cum. I was ready to blow my own load, when I realized: maybe I should stick my dick in the hole in front of me? It was only three feet away. Two… One…

    Just then, the apartment door opened, and in came my son Mateo, closely followed by his twin brother Mario.

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to be continued…

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• Chase is the main character of My Son's Friend Moves In