KURT:

    Following our divorce, communication between my ex-wife and me was horrible. I could be a dick at times, but she went into full-on vindictive bitch mode. For a while there, I was worried she might prevent me from seeing my children, considering I was barely making ends meet. Miraculously, as soon as I started making money and buying the kids pricey gifts, my ex's attitude seemed to change and she was willing to be much more cordial. Every now and then, she attempted to coax information on how I was making so much money from me, but I continued to be vague and as long as I was signing the checks she didn't care too much.

    She and I didn't see each other too much anyway, except when our kids' school was throwing some sort of an event. This time, it was a Thanksgiving show that was scheduled to run all evening, complete with a play titled The First Thanksgiving as well as a talent show. To make matters worse, my son was performing at the beginning of the show and my daughter at the very end, which meant I was expected to sit through the whole ordeal.

    "Are you sure you don't want me to come?" my girlfriend Jessica asked as I slid my fingers between her tits. We were lying naked in her bed, having just shot a video of us fucking. The cleft between her boobs was soaked with sweat, both hers and mine.

    "I thought you already came?" I teased, sliding my hand lower and slipping two fingers inside of her, feeling my own cumload that was there. "Mmm, I'd love to have you there, but I only just got into my ex-wife's good graces recently. I don't wanna rock the boat by bringing a girlfriend to a school event."

    "And it doesn't help that the girlfriend in question does porn," she noted as I fingered her.

    "Hey, I do porn as well!" I reminded her.

    "Yeah, but your stuff is more hidden. Only people who are looking for it know where to find it. I'm more famous."

    She was right about that. While I still enjoyed mainstream anonymity, it was a daily occurrence for Jessica to get stopped for selfies and autographs by fans at the supermarket or in the street.

    "It would be funny to see how many dads at the school recognize you," I chuckled. There have been many times in public when I'd noticed men who were out with their families giving my girlfriend an interested look before quickly looking away, and I could tell they were subscribed to her page, even if their wives didn't know it.

    For now, I headed to the school without Jessica, but at least I had my brother and my parents there. I sat in the seat they were saving for me, and I was soon approached by my ex-wife, accompanied by a man who I'd never met before, who was introduced to me as her new boyfriend.

    At the risk of sounding like a prick, I thought the guy looked like a less handsome version of me. He was way overdressed for a school event. At first I thought he might be coming straight from the office, but after a brief chat in which I found out he was a "professional pickleball coach," I figured that wasn't the case.

    The show started, and I sat and watched my son dressed as a Pilgrim struggle to speak with a British accent. As soon as he went off stage, I got up and left the auditorium to take a breather and maybe a piss. There was still a ways to go before the final performance that featured my daughter.

    I wandered to one of the bathrooms that was a little further from the auditorium doors, hoping for a little privacy. At the urinal, I got my cock out but didn't really need to go, so of course my hand started to get a mind of its own and before I knew it, I was most of the way hard. It felt extra kinky standing there like that in a school restroom, and I couldn't help but think how much Jessica would appreciate it. I pulled out my phone and snapped a pic for her. Before I could send it, I heard someone just outside the door, about to come in. Worried that it might be another parent – or worse, a student – I turned so that both my hard cock and my phone would be fully hidden from view.

    Luckily, it turned out to be my father and my brother, much to my relief. Dad walked past me to the next urinal and began pissing, as Sawyer leaned up against one of the sinks.

    "Thought we might find you here," my brother quipped. "God, those chairs are uncomfortable. We wanted to stretch our legs." Glancing at the hard cock jutting from my open fly, my brother quickly understood what I'd been doing. "Taking some pics for your lady? Or maybe for the site?" Sawyer asked with a naughty grin.

    "Maybe," I replied coyly. It wasn't my intention to post these photos on our site, but now that Sawyer mentioned it it wasn't a bad idea.

    "Well hand it over and let's get some good shots," he proposed.

    "Jesus, you two..." I heard dad mutter with a chuckle as he finished up his piss.

    Sawyer spent a couple minutes directing me to pose in various ways, each one with my cock at a different angle. At my brother's behest, our dad put his arm around my shoulders and he posed for the pictures with me. I was starting to jerk off a little when there was a noise out in the hallway that sounded way too close to the bathroom door. I dashed into the largest stall just in case someone came in. Thankfully, no one did. But before I could leave the stall, my brother and father entered it, closing and locking the door behind them.

    Suddenly, I felt Sawyer's hand on my cock, stroking me back to full hardness. I looked at Dad and he was just watching silently, his eyes locked on my brother's hand as it moved up and down my shaft.

    "Get your cock out too, Dad," my brother said in an encouraging voice. In a flash, my father's dick was sticking out of his fly just like mine was. It was wild to see Sawyer move his hand from my cock to Dad's and get him rock hard as well. I felt my heart racing and realized I was excited to finally see my brother and father messing around right in front of me.

    Sawyer stepped back, still holding my phone, and snapped some pics of Dad and me together in our dress clothes with our cocks out. My father didn't question anything and got into it quickly. He really was getting the hang of this and enjoying it, I thought to myself. We'd created a monster!

    Next, my brother stopped and crouched down. I figured he was going to suck me or Dad off, and wasn't surprised when Sawyer pivoted and set my phone up on top of the toilet paper holder to start recording. Turning back with his hands now free, Sawyer looked up at both of us with a dirty grin. Then, making sure things were fully visible for the recording, he grabbed my cock with one hand while slurping our father's tool right into his eager mouth. Sawyer's other hand tugged on Dad's nuts as he swallowed the whole shaft. My brother always loved deep-throating a guy right away, and I knew how amazing it felt.

    Dad sighed and just closed his eyes, a slight smile on his face. I'd seen the video of Sawyer and Brock with Dad, of course. And now, seeing it all in the flesh right in front of me, took things to a whole new level. My father looked like he was in heaven, and so did Sawyer. Even though he hadn't said anything about it, I knew my brother had been lusting after Dad's cock ever since that morning at the cabin when we took that first photo. I was so happy that Sawyer was now able to get what he wanted.

    Sawyer eventually switched to sucking me, and I noticed Dad was watching intently. I realized this was the first time he'd seen my younger brother swallow my dick in person; I wasn't even sure he'd watched the videos of us before. Dad looked up at me and we had an intense moment of eye contact which eventually turned into two big smiles and a half-hug. We kept our arms around one another as Sawyer continued his excellent work, now taking both cockheads in his mouth at the same time. Dad and I couldn't help but let out a moan as we felt our dicks touch inside my little brother's warm mouth. I could tell my father was leaking a ton of precum onto Sawyer's tongue, just like I was.

    All three of us were startled when the bathroom door opened and a man's voice echoed around the tiled room. We froze, though my cock was still in Sawyer's mouth, and we did our best to remain totally silent.

    At first I was confused because there was clearly only one set of footsteps audible but the guy was talking like he was part of a conversation. Then I realized he must be on the phone, and we heard his voice continue to drone on as he stepped over to the wall with the urinals.

    "Yeah, this pageant thing is pretty long... seems like every kid in the fucking school is in it," the man said in a reigned voice. "And of course one of her kids is in the very last number so we've gotta stay here the whole time."

    Holy shit: it was Mr. Pickleball, my ex-wife's new man! I glanced over at Dad and I could tell he recognized the voice as well. The stall door was locked but this was still a crazy situation... of all the people at this event, of course he was the one to wander in here right now.

    "Yeah, and her ex is here with his whole family," he continued. "First time I'm meeting any of them." He paused for a moment, listening to the person on the other end of the call.

    "I mean, yeah... they're all cool. And I want them to think I'm alright, you know? Since I'm spending time with the kids more now." Another pause. "Yeah... I think he likes me. And he's alright. Fuckin' hell, though... he looks like a fuckin' model. So does his brother. It's kinda intimidating."

    I glanced down at Sawyer, whose mouth was still full of my dick. He still managed to flash me an amused smile, which I returned. And then, to my surprise, he started actively sucking me again, moving his head slowly up and down my shaft. There were some wet noises, but our visitor was too wrapped up in his phone conversation to notice.

    "Dude, it's cool. I'm keeping it together," he said, responding to his friend on the other end of the call. "You date someone with kids, you gotta deal with the ex. I'm just glad he's not a jerk." He paused, and flushed the urinal. "Yeah okay... see you at the tournament tomorrow? Let's kick some ass!"

    He finally ended the call, washed up and then left. All three of us let out a long sigh, though Sawyer's was more out of satisfaction than relief. He switched back to sucking Dad, who I'd noticed was even harder than before. Maybe it was due to Sawyer's skilled hands, but I was amused to think that the thrill and risk of this moment had turned Dad on even more. Sawyer had mentioned something about our father being more of a "bad boy" than we suspected; maybe this was all part of it.

    For now though, Dad and I both relaxed into each other and enjoyed the service we were receiving. I could tell that Sawyer really wanted Dad's load and I put my hand on the back of my brother's head, which I knew he loved. I pushed him down on our father's cock hard, making him gag, and I knew from Dad's face that he was getting close. I was pretty turned on myself and I used my other hand to jerk my cock, pausing now and then to slap it across Sawyer's cheek while he deep-throated the cock that created him.

    I felt myself getting close to cumming, faster than I'd expected. I also noticed the phone on the toilet paper holder, which I'd forgotten about, and smiled at the thought that my ex's boyfriend was unwittingly part of this video. Whether or not we left that in the audio when this was ultimately posted, I knew this one would always bring a smile to my face.

    Feeling like I wanted to keep making this special, I made sure the camera had a good view of me pressing my dickhead right up against Sawyer's face as he was blowing Dad. When the first spurt of my jizz shot across Sawyer's cheek, I heard him moan in excitement. I proceeded to paint the side of his face with cum, with some of it getting onto my father's shaft and then finding its way into my brother's hungry mouth. Dad started moaning as well and as my climax wound down, his got started.

    Sawyer, always the showman, got a taste of what he'd been craving but then pulled off of Dad, allowing our father's load to coat the other side of his face. Dad's hand shot down to Sawyer's head and grabbed some of his hair, making sure his son's head stayed in just the right spot. I wasn't sure if he was doing that for the camera or if it would have been his instinct anyway... and the fact that I couldn't tell made it even hotter. Dad really was a natural at this.

    After our father finished, Sawyer stood up and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of himself and turning his head to capture every square inch of his jizz-covered, smiling face. 

    "Nothing like spending Thanksgiving with the family," he quipped, and then stopped the recording.