BRAX:

    I always knew Eric had a "special" relationship with his parents but even so, I couldn't have imagined just how unorthodox their family was. It almost made MY family seem normal, and that was saying something.

    My parents were separated, and I always went back and forth between their houses, usually staying with whoever had more food in the fridge that week, since neither of them had a lot. They both usually ignored my presence, which was perfectly fine by me. My father had two hobbies: booze and women. For being one ugly motherfucker, he got a shocking amount of pussy; not that the women he scored ever had the highest standards. Whenever he fucked, both parties were usually drunk or high, and I knew that since it took place plenty of times while I was at his house. Sometimes, he'd be fucking someone right in the living room, that I had to walk through to get to the kitchen if I was hungry. I wasn't never too shy to do that, and my father was never too shy to keep on fucking right as I passed them. He always grunted like a hog while thrusting back and forth; at times, I could swear he went even harder whenever I was in the room, maybe to impress me and show me how "real men" fucked.

    The joke was on him. I had no interest in the ugly slags he brought home… but I did have my eyes on quite a few of Mom's boyfriends. There were a lot of them, with my mom's average relationship lasting bout three weeks. None of them were good-looking in a well-put-together, suit-wearing kind of way; but some of them had handsome faces and strong burly bodies that sure as hell got my attention. With some of them, I never heard them say more than "hey" to me. Others were more considerate, and a few of the men that stuck around longer than a fortnight would take on a kind of a paternal role with me. We would throw a baseball or work on their cars, or just sit on the front porch and smoke in comfortable silence. I never allowed myself to get too attached to any of them, since I always knew it was only a matter of time before they were gone, but I still appreciated their presence in my life, as short as it was.

    Unlike my father, my mother had enough courtesy to close the door when she was having sex. I never saw none of her boyfriends fucking her, but some of the guys did walk around the house naked, even if I was around. "Quit staring at my dick, faggot!" some would say if they caught me looking. Others were happy to show off, even giving themselves a few tugs proudly.

    The first time I got fucked was in my mom's bed, by her boyfriend at the time. I initiated it, but still, it wasn't pretty and I didn't enjoy it. Thankfully, Mom broke up with him three days later, so I never had to see him again. After that, I learned about a place called Milken Park, where men went for sex. I hooked up with a few older guys, but I soon found myself attracted to fellow twinks (a term I'd learned at the park).

    Now that I was independent, I hardly spoke to either of my parents anymore. I was still young, but hairy and muscly enough not to be considered a twink anymore. Unlike me, Eric was at the peak of his twinkdom. I envied him for having two gay dads, who were able to teach him the intricacies of gay see much better than what I knew when I first got started.

    Due to his parents' openness, Eric was quite the little mischief-stirrer as well. We both had fun while he sucked me off in the locker room, enjoying the riskiness of the situation. I'd already fucked Eric's dad David in front of him. And now, the pinnacle of hotness: I got to cum right on Eric's face while David was standing right next to us, watching his sweet boy's face get soaked in my spunk.

    "Why don't you help me in the kitchen, Eric? Just wash your face first, maybe," Davis said with an amused smirk a few seconds after I was done cumming. Unwilling to disobey his father, Eric propped himself out of the pool with my help. 

    "C'mere," I said, and before letting him go, I gave the teen a big sloppy kiss, sucking off some of my jizz off his face. 

    "Make sure to leave room for supper," David said to me as he watched me eat my sperm off his only son's face. Then, the two of them made their way to the kitchen, Eric still naked except for the cockring he had on. Still naked myself, I followed them inside the house, there I got to meet Eric's other father, Sven.

    "A friend of Eric's?" he barked at me, looking much stricter than his husband. It was almost like they had a good cop-bad cop routine going on.

    "Yes. I'm Brax," I said, shaking hands with the German man, who was just as naked as I was. Just like his son, Sven was sporting a metal cockring around his dick, except Sven's was significantly thicker (both the ring and the cock). I was also impressed to see the size of Sven's Prince Albert piercing – I'd seen a couple of those in person, but never one quite so large.

    "Ahhh, Brax. I've heard that name before. You've met my husband as well," Sven said, allowing himself to smile for just a second before re-adopting a stern expression and saying, "Do you want a drink?"

    "I'll have whatever you're having," I said, eyeing the muscle man's glass, which I assumed contained whiskey. Thirty seconds later, I found out I was right.

    "I'll cut straight to the chase," said Sven, sitting down across from me in the living room, both of us manspreading with our cocks hanging off the edges of our seats. "Have you fucked my son, Brax?"

    "No sir, not yet," I replied calmly.

    "'Not yet'? So you expect it'll happen," Sven raised his eyebrows. "You know, unless he's done something without telling us, our son has never been fucked."

    "I'll make sure to be gentle," I said. "Well… maybe not too gentle," I added with a smirk.

    "Cocky one, ain't ya?" Sven said with another smile on his face. "My husband tells me you're a good fuck."

    "I've gotten a few good reviews," I said, wondering where this unusual conversation was going.

    "Do you ever bottom?" Sven asked matter-of-factly, letting his free hand drop between his legs and "adjust" his cock.

    "I have. Not in the past couple of years," I said truthfully.

    "Not a fan?" he asked, now full-on gripping his dick.

    "No one seemed… interesting enough," I said, hungrily watching Sven's thick tool grow thicker. "So far."

    "Aha," he smirked, finishing his drink in one gulp and standing up to get a refill. By the time he turned around from the bar, he was hard as a rock.

—

    Dinner with Eric's parents was amusing, since three of the four of us were stark naked. The weather was no longer as warm as in the afternoon, but the Hillbecker family kept the house nice and toasty. At the end of dinner, Eric suddenly turned to his parents and asked, "Dad, can Brax stay over tonight?"

    "Uhhh… if that's what you want, Son, sure," David said, looking at his husband and communicating with their eyes, like long-term couples were capable of doing. 

    "Maybe you two could have a conversation first," Sven said vaguely, addressing Eric and David. Somehow, I had a feeling that by that he meant a sex talk; something that I'm sure they've had with their son before, but maybe they wanted to check in with him before allowing me to spend the night.

    Half an hour later, Eric and David were in Eric's room, leaving Sven and me alone in the living room once again.

    "What're they talking about?" I asked Sven openly.

    "Douching," he said flat out, "among other things. I'm sure you're an expert by this point, but we wanna make sure our son is prepared for whatever happens."

    "I gotta say, much better than my first time," I admitted.

    "How did that go?" Sven asked, sounding significantly more friendly by this point.

    "I don't really like talking about it. How was yours?" I flipped the question on him.

    "It was alright. Fucked my cousin when we were nine," he said casually.

    "No way! Get the fuck outta here," I chuckled.

    "Yup. I mean, if you could really call it a 'fuck,' it more like… poking around. We got better with time."

    I shook my head in both disbelief and amusement.

    "No wonder you're so open-minded when it comes to your son," I said to Sven. "You're even worse than Eric!"

    "Ah yeah, he's a rightful prude compared to me," he chuckled. "But see, I grew up in rural East Germany. Not much to do but fuck around with whoever was there. As you can imagine, it was a limited pool to pick from."

    "No doubt," I smiled and nodded.

    "So, you think you're gonna fuck my son tonight?" Sven asked me next, spreading his legs even wider.

    "I dunno, we'll see what Eric's in the mood for," I said.

    "Good answer. But you know, if you're gonna be fucking my boy, I need to test out if you're any good," Sven began tugging on his cock once again, making me lick my lips while staring at it.

    "What, you want me to fuck you first?" I said, getting my hopes up.

    "No. I'm gonna fuck you," he said calmly, as if it was a done deal. "In order to any good at fucking, you gotta know what it's like to take a dick."

    I swallowed saliva, looking at a drop of precum oozing out of Sven's piss slit and running down his PA ring before dripping down onto the hardwood floor. In the other room, Sven's husband was talking to their son about bottoming and taking a dick for the first time – how exactly that conversation was going, I'd have to ask Eric later. For now, hopeful that we wouldn't be interrupted, I fell to my knees and crawled over to Sven, who looked down at me from his throne. 

    "Uh-uh," he said as I stuck my tongue out toward his leaking cock, wagging his finger in my face. "Start with my feet."

    "Fuck," I moaned. This behavior was the complete opposite of what I was like when Eric was around, yet I found myself turned on by kneeling in front of his dad. A couple of hours ago, my cum was dripping down Eric's pretty face; and now here I was, running my tongue in between Sven's toes and sliding it up the soles of his feet, higher and higher up his legs, until I finally reached his sweaty ball sack. "Mmmmm," I moaned in pleasure as I took a big whiff of his full, shaved balls.

    "My husband got a load out of me this morning," Sven informed me. "But I think there's another one in there for ya."

    I used my tongue to cover every inch of Sven's sack with my saliva. Upstairs, I hear doors opening and closing – maybe Eric going to the bathroom to get ready for me? For now, my attention was on his hunky father, as I licked along his taint to get to his asshole, smoothly-shaved like the rest of Sven's body.

    "Fuck yeah, eat my ass!" the man moaned, sliding down the chair to grant me access to his hole. "You gon eat my son's ass tonight after this?"

    "Fuck yeah," I replied, before burying my tongue back up Sven's chute.

    "Aaaaah, just like that. Rim my boy's hole just like that to open it up. Take your time. I'll know if you did a good job or not."

    "Mhm," I moaned, rimming Sven deeper in an effort to impress him.  My cock was hard and I was tempted to start jacking, but I couldn't run the risk of cumming, not again. I wanted to build up as much cum in my balls as possible before (potentially) fucking Eric tonight.

    "Eat that ass. Eat that fucking ass," Sven commanded, pulling my head in between his glorious glutes. Grasping a strand of my hair, he pulled me up and shoved his hard dick in my mouth without hesitation, making me gag and squirm. The only man to ever act so dominantly with me was my mother's ex-boyfriend, the one who did a bad job at fucking me. Unlike him, Sven was doing an excellent job. I felt safe with him, and turned on by his strength and attitude, which left me feeling powerless in the best way possible. 

    "Eat it. Eat it!" Sven kept repeating himself while shoving his tool down my throat, holding onto the sides of my face. Then, his hand returned to my hair, and he was pulling me up like a plant. To my surprise, he took my hard dick in his mouth and sucked me for just a few moments, enough to stimulate me but not enough to get me to cum. Then, he spun me around and shoved his tongue up my hairy asshole, eating me out for a few minutes before making me sit on his lap, right on top of his rigid penis.

    "Aaaaaaaaah, there ya go!" Sven grunted as his prick went up my hole. In an instant, I was reminded of the pain that sometimes came with bottoming, and I made a mental note to go easier on Eric tonight if it came to that. Thankfully, I was able to relax my hole enough to start enjoying the sensation. Upstairs, I heard my boyfriend and his dad talking in the hallway. Sven and I didn't have a lot of time left.

    "Fuck me. Fuck me," I told him. I was unwilling to let this end here… and thankfully, so was Sven. He started screwing me with top speed, running against the clock. Just a minute or two later, he grunted in my ear, trying to hold back from shouting even louder as he yelled, "Fuuuuck, I'm cumming!"

    I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, controlling my cock as much as possible so it wouldn't shoot at the same time as Sven's. Meanwhile, Sven filled my hole with his daddy seed, proudly seeding me mere moments before Eric and David were back in the living room. 

    "Wanna go upstairs?" Eric asked me, sitting next to me on the couch. Across from us, David was giving Sven a kiss, while Sven's cock throbbed, still mostly erect, with cum glistening on his cockhead even with his son in the room.

    "Sure," I told Eric, giving him a kiss that tasted a bit like Sven's ass. Two hours later, after a long foreplay, I fucked Eric's ass for the first time, with his father's sperm still safely inside my hole.​​