HARRY:

    As snow started to fall in New York by the foot, my son Kurt's latest social media posts were all from sunny beaches. First, he was in Miami with his kids. Then, he went down to Mexico with his girlfriend Jessica. Finally, the two of them flew to Hawaii where they met up with other "adult content creators" right before Christmas and stockpiled new videos to release during the holiday season.

    When Kurt returned from his retreats, I drove down to Connecticut to pay him a visit, since I hadn't seen him in almost a month. Up until recently, it wasn't unusual for us to go a few months without seeing each other; but ever since I'd begun filming videos with my two sons, our lives had become much more interwoven. 

    "I have something to show you guys," Kurt said to Sawyer and me as the three of us sat in their kitchen, having coffee. Sawyer's boyfriend Brock was away visiting family for the holidays. I put down my mug and accepted the iPad Kurt was passing to me. "What do you think of that house?"

    Sawyer and I put our heads together to scroll through some photos of a gorgeous-looking house, that according to the description was in Miami and up for sale.

    "It's nice," I nodded.

    "I'm thinking of buying it," Kurt announced as I took a sip of coffee, almost making me choke on it.

    "What?! But you just bought THIS house," I pointed out. "Can you afford to buy another one?"

    "Well, yes," Kurt shrugged. "Since you joined the project –" (a euphemism for our self-produced incest porn) "– subscription numbers have been through the roof."

     I had to admit, I was now making more money doing porn than in the career that had taken me three decades to build. I was already planning an early retirement. Still, I wanted to be extra careful about it and not jump the gun. Sometimes, it felt like this was all too good to be true. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But unlike me, Kurt had had some time to grow accustomed to this lifestyle and everything that came with it.

    "Jess and I have been to Florida a few times now and we love it," he continued, "especially this time of year. I mean, I'm getting sick of this weather," he said, pointing out the window at the flurry of snow which had started shortly after I arrived at the house.

    "Do what you think is right," I said, determined to support my son.

    "Really?" Kurt looked somewhat taken aback. "I expected more of a pushback from you, Dad."

    "No need. I trust your judgement," I replied. As far as investments go, I believed real estate was one of the safest options, so I had no intention of pooh-poohing my son's plans.

    "Well then, I think I'll call the realtor and get the ball rolling," Kurt said excitedly. Usually, he was very calm and collected, but the prospect of buying a new house was understandably exhilarating.

    My elder son left the table with his iPad, leaving Sawyer and me alone for a few minutes. We gazed out the window and wondered whether I'd be able to drive home tonight like I'd planned.

    "Looks like you might be snowed in," Sawyer pointed out. "You may need to spend the night here."

    When Kurt reappeared, he joyfully announced that the realtor had agreed to take the house off the market for a few days, giving him enough time to make a downpayment. 

    "Congratulations! And if you need any extra money," Sawyer said to his brother, "just let me know. I've been saving and I'm happy to loan you some."

    "You, saving money?" Kurt asked in awe. "Since when did you become so responsible?"

    "I know, I grew up. I'm old and boring now," Sawyer said lamentably.

    "There's NOTHING boring about you or what you do, trust me," I laughed, raising my coffee cup and saying, "Cheers! To Kurt's new house."

    "Nah-huh, if we're gonna have a toast we gotta do it properly," Sawyer jumped up and took out an unopened bottle of champagne from the fridge. "Thankfully there's enough food and alcohol in the house. Looks like we ain't going anywhere in this weather."

    Sawyer passed the bottle to his older brother, who popped it open and filled up three flutes. We toasted cheerfully, and before long we were done with the whole bottle and switching to cognac. Eventually we moved into the living room, to enjoy the more comfortable seating and the roaring fireplace while the snow continued to fall outside. With the fire keeping things so warm, we'd all stripped down to our underwear before we finished dinner and started watching an old movie we all loved. By the time it ended, after the plates and forks had been taken back and replaced by more booze, it was clear that I wasn't going to be driving home tonight. 

    All three of us were on the couch, me in the middle with one of my sons on either side. They were both leaning in toward me as the end credits played over some quiet music.

    "I can't believe it's only three days until Christmas," I said, relaxing and thinking about the busy week ahead.

    "Are we doing enough for the subscribers, do you think?" Sawyer pondered. "Should we give them a special present?"

    "I was just gonna post the first vid from the Hawaii trip," Kurt replied in a flat tone. "But that's for FansOnly. We should figure out something for the VIP group."

    "Why don't we shoot something right now?" Sawyer suggested, and I realized he'd likely been trying to steer the conversation in that direction anyway. He had that naughty look in his eye that I was learning to get excited about.

    Pretty soon, we were setting up stuff in Kurt's bedroom. Luckily, none of us were drunk enough to be fumbling around and everything was ready pretty quickly. Sawyer seemed to have a plan, and he told Kurt and me to sit side-by-side on the bed as he started recording. Then he joined us, with me in the middle once again.

    As we often did, things got started with all of us jacking off and having fun showing off our hard-ons to one another. Sawyer and Kurt took turns jerking my dick, pretending to fight over it, and all the playful tugging got me extra hard. Suddenly, Sawyer was on his knees in front of me and my rigid shaft was sliding down his throat.

    "Fuck yeah, suck Dad's cock," Kurt said as he placed his hand on the back of his younger brother's head. "Take it all like the cumwhore you are." They kept that up for a few minutes before Sawyer came up for air, gasping for a moment before moving over to deepthroat Kurt, whose dick was steadily oozing precum. This was a repeat of the back-and-forth blowjobs we'd received from Sawyer at the school Thanksgiving pageant, only this time it was being captured for posterity.

    "Suck your brother's cock like a good boy, Sawyer," I said without much forethought. Next, I reached over to push his head down on Kurt's dick. Sawyer always seemed to get more excited if I was ad-libbing and talking dirty, and I could see his eyes light up while his mouth and throat were being filled up by Kurt.

    He switched back to me for a while, taking me right to the edge before pulling off and moving again to Kurt, no doubt to bring him just as close. We hadn't discussed how this video would end, and I was happy to let my sons be in charge. However, I found myself secretly hoping that I'd get a chance to blow my load on Sawyer's face again. That was something I loved doing with Jessica as well, and I'd recently realized that facial cumshots had always been my favorite moments in porn movies, ever since I was a teenager.

    I was stroking and keeping myself going while Sawyer worked on his brother, but then Kurt stopped him, to everyone's surprise.

    "Sorry... I've just gotta..." Kurt grunted, I think purposely creating a little dramatic tension. "I've gotta fuck your ass, little bro. It's been way too long." Sawyer smiled and shifted position to give Kurt easy access to his butt, and I silently wondered how long it had actually been since they had done this. Even after having a few adventures with Sawyer in public, and of course that first night at the hotel, I was still a little amazed that my sons had sex with one another casually. I'd never gotten up the nerve to ask how often that happened, but I found that more and more I was thinking about the two of them bonding that way.

    As I watched Kurt slide his cock into Sawyer, which elicited moans from them both, I thought back to the only other time I'd seen them fuck right before my eyes: that crazy day in the woods when I stumbled upon their outdoor shoot, just in time to see Kurt fuck a load out of Sawyer while breeding his ass.

    The two of them looked just as intense today as they did that day. They both had mentioned to me, on separate occasions, how it was always that way when the two of them were having sex. I'd found that to be the case with me and Sawyer as well, and it seemed only natural to get involved right now to ratchet it up even further for all of us.

    I slid over and brought my throbbing cock close to Sawyer's face. His eyes were closed so I gently brushed the tip of my cock along his slightly parted lips. Without any surprise or hesitation, or even opening his eyes, his tongue appeared and lapped at my dickhead, as if to bring it in closer. Ten seconds later, my younger son was getting spit-roasted by his dad and brother. And he looked like he was in heaven.

    The rhythms of our thrusts and pulls fell into sync, as did the moans and grunts that were coming from all three of us. I grabbed Sawyer's hair with one hand, to let him know I was about to cum. Kurt saw that and then we made eye contact across his brother, and I could tell he was right there with me.

    "Let's load him up, Dad!" Kurt said with a wicked grin. And we did, with our cocks pushed deep in both ends of my younger son. Sawyer was groaning with pleasure in between swallows as I unloaded down his throat. When I knew I only had a few shots left in me, I pulled out quickly so that I could see some of my load spray across my boy's smiling face. As I finished up and used my dick to spread some of my sperm around his cheek, Sawyer looked up at me with lust and gratitude in his eyes. It felt good to make my son so happy.​