DAVID:

    Since walking in on my teenage son jerking off with his cousin Tobi in Berlin, I wondered if Tobi was the type of boy Eric might end up dating someday. They were both more or less the same age, similar statute, and inquisitive minds. So when Eric ended up together with a guy like Braxton, I had to seriously adjust my expectations.

    I had no idea what to make of Brax's relationship with my boy. He was a good fucker, I'll give him that; it's probably what kept Eric going back for more. He was cocky and confident, whereas I'd always thought of Eric as being more gentle and considerate. Then again, opposites attract, and I knew that if I stood up against their relationship, they would probably just see each other behind my back.

    So I decided to be as supportive as possible. I taught my son about anal toys and even let him borrow some of mine, hoping it would help prep his young hole for that big dick that his boyfriend had. Even during the summer, Eric got up at the crack of dawn to go to his job at the gym, which was followed by a long afternoon nap. Afterward, my son would head to his boyfriend's house and spend the whole evening there, night after night, probably fucking their brains out.

    Every now and then, instead of going to Braxton's, the two young men came to our house instead. The four of us would have dinner and Eric and Brax would disappear to Eric's room, treating us to the loud, unrestrained noise of Brax fucking my only son's ass. The whole thing just made my husband laugh, but I felt… conflicted. On one hand, this all felt weird. On the other, it turned me on, which in turn was even more confusing! Either way, it usually led to Sven and I retreating to our own room and fucking there. Sometimes, Sven and Brax could even be heard grunting out their orgasms at the same time from opposite ends of the house, breeding my and my son's asses, respectively.

    These simultaneous sex sessions usually happened at night; but today, I woke up to a rowdy fuck noise coming from Eric's room first thing in the morning. Hard as a rock, I listened in for 15 minutes while Brax stretched my son's hole out. Next to me, Sven was soundly asleep, and as much as I wanted to wake him up, I held back and masturbated, timing my cumshot to take place at the same time as Eric and Brax (very verbally) shot their own loads. 

    Then, in need of some water, I got up and walked to the kitchen, where I saw Eric already making some coffee. My son was stark naked – except for the black butt plug I could clearly make out in his ass.

    "Morning, Dad," my teen smiled at me casually.

    "M– Mooorning," I said while yawning and eyeing my son's plugged hole.

    "Brax is still here," he announced while waiting for the coffee.

    "Yeah, I heard him," I said, my cock still half-hard even after cumming.

    "Oops, sorry," Eric blushed slightly. "Hope we didn't wake you up."

    "As a matter of fact, you did," I replied, trying to sound stern.

    "Oh well. You guys have woken me up plenty of times," Eric chuckled, passing me a cup of coffee. "Here."

    "Thanks," I accepted the mug. I took a sip and before my son had the chance to dash off, I decided to ask him one more question. "Is that one of my plugs? That you have in?"

    "Yeah. I thought we could share," he said, each hand holding a full coffee mug for him and Brax. "Hope it's okay."

    "It's fine. I'm just surprised to see you wearing it first thing in the morning," I said, my cock pulsating once again.

    "Well… As you might've heard, Brax fucked me just now," Eric said, speaking a bit more quietly, as if confiding a secret to me. "And I… I wanted to keep his jizz in me, so I used the plug."

    Jesus! Here I was talking to my son about keeping jizz up his ass! My cock throbbed once more, more than three-quarters hard.

    "I… That's fine," I stuttered, unsure what to say to that. "Jus– Just don't forget to put the plug back with the other toys when you're done using it."

    "You can have it now if you want it," Eric suddenly said, turning his back to me. "If you don't mind; my hands are taken."

    It took me a moment to realize what my son was saying, holding up the two coffee mugs and pointing his plugged ass toward me. HE WANTED ME TO PULL THE PLUG OUT MYSELF!!

    "Sure," I agreed, getting down to my knees, hard as a rock as I placed my free hand around the hilt of the anal toy, and slowly pulled it out of my son's freshly fucked asshole.

    "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Eric moaned out, allowing his boyfriend's cumload to gush out of his smooth hole. I sat back on my knees, feeling my cock throb intensely as it pointed in front of me, less than a foot away from my son's pink and slightly gaped hole. Thick cum immediately began to ooze out of Eric's hole, and as my son began to stand up straight again, a few drops of Brax's jizz landed on the head of my cock.

    Without a second thought, Eric uttered a "See ya, Dad," and headed to his room, leaving a cum trail behind as he walked through the house. I looked down at my cock and saw the pearls of Brax's seed glisten amid the precum that was freely oozing from my piss slit now. I suddenly realized I desperately needed my husband's cock in my ass.

    But before I returned to our bedroom, I saw that there was a mess that needed cleaning up. Already on my knees, I put my coffee cup down and I bent forward, licking Brax's cum off the hardwood floor. Like a hound dog, I followed the trail of cum, licking all of it off, puddle after puddle.

—

    Two weeks later, at Brax's invitation, the four of us were headed to a cabin that belonged to one of his friends. Brax was originally supposed to go there with his buddies, but they all canceled on him so he invited Eric. Brax knew that I wasn't very comfortable with the idea of my son going to a cabin in the middle of the woods for a week, so Brax invited Sven and me as well. Whether the two of us were invited as chaperones or guests, I wasn't sure; but we had no other plans this summer so we decided to go along.

    The driver to the cabin was Brax – no surprise there, since he was the only one who knew the way. One Monday morning, he came to our house with his truck and picked the three of us up. Eric immediately called shotgun, leaving his father and me to share the backseat (something I wasn't particularly used to). Thankfully, Brax had one of those monster trucks, which allowed for plenty of room, even with Sven's thick thighs taking up half of the backseat.

    The four of us chatted about various things over the next half hour, the conversation slowing naturally as we enjoyed the beauty of the landscape rolling past.

    "Hope the ride's not too bumpy for y'all," Brax said after a particularly rough stretch of road. I smiled, since the jostling had forced Sven's legs to shift around, which meant he needed to reach down and adjust his bulge to get comfortable again. The new arrangement resulted in the head of his cock poking out the leg of his shorts, the Prince Albert piercing glinting in the sun coming through the window.

    "It IS bumpy! My ass is sore, and it's all your fault," Eric said playfully to his boyfriend.

    "It's all part of your training, boy," Brax replied, sounding sergeant-like, before he and Eric both laughed. I wasn't exactly sure why it was funny, but I didn't spend much time dwelling on that since my mind was suddenly filled with images of Brax's cock slamming into my son's ass. Into that tight hole that I'd gotten such a close-up view of the other day. I'd found myself thinking back on that moment several times since it happened. The intense thrill of seeing my son's freshly-fucked asshole right in front of my face – it felt so hot; and so wrong, which of course made it even hotter.

    I looked over at Sven, who was playing with the end of his dick idly and smiling. When we made eye contact, he raised both eyebrows at me mischievously and pulled a little more of his cock out of his shorts. A glance down at my rock-hard shaft snaking down the leg of my own shorts told him I was game for some fun, even if I wasn't quite sure yet in my mind.

    Sven's attitude toward taboos, and breaking them, was always more... aggressive, at least when compared to my more timid approach. For my husband, being transgressive gave him a "fuck yeah" kind of thrill, like flipping a middle finger to conventional boundaries and norms. My cock throbbed again as I felt my husband's hand squeeze it through my shorts. I wasn't surprised that Sven was getting frisky. Being in the back seat of a vehicle was sort of a classic setting for antics, and the fact that our son and his boyfriend were in the front only made it more exciting.

    "Do we have enough gas?" Eric asked Brax, sounding as if they'd talked about fueling up but might have forgotten.

    "Yeah, we're all good," Brax replied. "I filled up this morning while I was out on those errands."

    "Mmmm," my son murmured in a suggestive tone. "That's not the only thing you filled up this morning." 

    Sven had his hand inside my shorts now, and my shaft felt like it was radiating heat as it throbbed in his palm. My husband's other hand was working his dick slowly, and I could see it was approaching full hardness.

    "I can't believe you worked another one out of me in the shower," Brax continued casually conversing with Eric. "I feel like I put about as much in you as I did in the truck." I couldn't help but moan softly as I imagined Eric's hole overflowing with cum and his face with a satisfied grin.

    I was getting more turned on by the second, and Sven's cock was looking very appealing. Was I going to do this? Lean over and suck off my husband with our son right there? It's not like we hadn't played around with him nearby before. There was no way he wouldn't be aware of what we were doing if we went for it right here. I smiled when I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't care.

    I started to lean my upper body toward Sven, my mouth already watering and anticipating the taste of his meaty cock and salty precum. But then, Sven's arm moved from my lap to my shoulder and he stopped me. When I looked up at him, he was just shaking his head subtly, with that spark in his eye that I knew so well. He wanted to fuck. And before I could second-guess myself, I sat back and lifted my ass off the seat so I could slide off my cotton shorts.

    Turning to face the door on my side of the truck, I slid my ass along the bench seat until it was pushing up against Sven's muscular thigh. I was almost lying flat on the seat but there wasn't quite enough space, so I was bracing myself on the armrest. I glanced up at the windshield and focused on the rear-view mirror. Brax's eyes were darting back and forth between the road ahead and the show getting started in the backseat. I couldn't see Eric's face and I wasn't sure if he knew yet what was going on. But all he would have to do is turn around. There was no way to conceal what we were about to do.

    Sven moved quickly, rotating his body so that his dick was pointing right at my ass and then pushing forward. I was used to taking him fast and hard, but that didn't mean it wasn't a shock to my body every time. Due to the somewhat awkward position, I wasn't able to relax as much as I usually could. So I couldn't help but let out a loud gasp as my husband's dick was suddenly half-buried inside my ass.

    I saw Brax's eyes get big for a second, and I just smiled at his reflection. What else could I do? His eyes, all I could see of his face, seemed to squint a bit, and I realized he was grinning.

    "So what do you think about how your dads are fucking, basically like... all the time?" Brax asked Eric. The question sat there for a moment, and despite the sound of the road it seemed oddly quiet. So I knew everyone in the truck heard my soft grunt as Sven pushed more of his thick dick into my stretched hole.
   "I mean... I totally get it," Eric replied, sounding very matter-of-fact about it. "They're horny all the time, and they're both smoking hot. That's how I want to be when I settle down with someone." Even as Sven started to pull out slowly, preparing for the thrust that would take him balls-deep, I felt some awe at how mature my son sounded. It was pretty nice to hear that we were setting a good example of a happy marriage. And it gave me a funny feeling in my stomach to hear my son say that he thought his dads were "smoking hot."

    That feeling was suddenly pushed out of the way by Sven's shoving his dick as far into me as he could. And now that he was all the way in, I knew he'd get going fast and hard with his thrusting. We both knew this had to be a quick fuck, and he knew what it took to get him there. I still couldn't quite believe I was about to get bred with Eric so close I could have reached out and mussed his hair. Did he know what was happening? He had to, by now. And so that only made the conversation even wilder.

    "They can't seem to keep their hands off each other," Brax added, allowing himself a quick glance back over his shoulder to take in the whole picture. "And sure as hell can't keep their dicks out of each other. Do they do it much with you around?"

    "Yeah, I've stopped counting the number of times I've seen them fuck," my son replied.

    Whoa – that was mind-blowing to hear! I thought we'd always kept a pretty good lid on things. It's not like we tried to hide what we were doing, and sure, Eric had walked in on us several times over the years. But to say it had happened so much that he'd lost count? Somehow, the bewilderment just begat more arousal as I started backing up against Sven to help him fuck me even harder. I was trying to keep quiet, almost like when we'd fuck in bathroom stalls where people were all around. But this felt even more intense.

    "Are you gonna grow up to be as much of a cumwhore as your fathers?" Brax asked my sixteen-year-old son, sounding very amused to be saying that with us right there.

    "I can certainly try," was Eric's only reply. Right after that, Sven started flooding my guts with his seed. He was breathing heavily, and I could tell he was making a big effort to stay silent. As the spurting of his cock lessened, we both began to relax. And when I felt my husband's cock slip out (with a fairly loud, wet plop as the head left my hole), I immediately wished I'd had one of my butt plugs within reach. Since without one, Sven's thick load was going to leak its way through my thin cotton shorts, right onto the seat of Brax's truck. But alas, all the toys were packed in the bags sitting out in the bed of the vehicle.

    Normally another option would be for Sven to slurp his jizz out of me, but there was no way we could manage that in this confined space. As I slid my shorts back up over my dripping ass, Brax glanced back at us in the mirror one final time. We made eye contact again and then he just shook his head in amazement before refocusing on the drive. 

    "We're almost at the cabin, boys," Brax announced. "Ready for a good time?"​​