BRADY:

    As autumn progressed, "Wednesday nights with the boys" became a thing between me, my dad, and my brother D.J. Every week, the three of us would go out for dinner together; usually to the hotel where Dad and I had sex for the first time. Afterward, we would often book a room upstairs where we burned off the calories from the meal.

    "I got good news," I announced during this week's Wednesday-night dinner. "I talked to my advisor and it turns out if I only take one extra class next semester I can graduate in time with everyone else."

    "That's awesome!" D.J. said, raising his glass of soda. He was the only person at the restaurant table who wasn't drinking wine. "Cheers! Then after you graduate you can look for jobs in D.C. Oh my God, we can all live together!" he almost squealed with excitement.

    Even though my brother had been planning on following in my footsteps and continuing his education in Boston, just a few days ago he received a thick envelope from Georgetown, granting him early admission. After talking to his parents, D.J. decided that it was too good of an opportunity to miss out on. Now, he was already trying to talk me into moving to Washington.

    "I'm sure there'll be plenty of job opportunities for you there, if that's what you decide to do," Dad said to me. I had no doubt he had the strings necessary to land me a decent job in D.C.; probably better than anything I'd be able to land on my own anywhere else. I hadn't planned on leaving my two boyfriends in Boston… but then again, I hadn't planned on finding out my uncle was really my father, either. 

    "There's plenty of time until then," I said, content to take it step by step for now.

    "This calls for a celebration. Are we getting a room upstairs?" D.J. asked our dad suggestively. Even though we'd barely begun our meal, my insatiable brother was already looking forward to the after-dinner activities. 

    For the past few weeks, whenever we got a room at this place, it led to my father and I spit-roasting D.J. It was by far my brother's favorite sexual position: jammed in the middle between his own dad and big bro. My father nodded, confirming that we would indeed be getting a room tonight, just like we did most Wednesdays. But this time, I had a special request.

    "Tonight, I wanna be the one in the middle," I said confidently.

    "What do you mean?" Dad asked.

    "I want you and D.J. to spit-roast me," I explained. "I've done it before, with other guys. But I wanna feel the two of you in me at the same time."

    "How many times have you… done this before, Son?" my father asked before inserting a thick slice of steak in his mouth and chewing it slowly while I answered.

    "Oh, tons of times. I have a bunch of videos as well. I can show you when we're upstairs," I teased. I was already growing hard with anticipation under the table, and the fact that D.J.'s hand was now massaging my thigh wasn't helping.

    "Behave, boys," our father warned us, noticing that we were groping each other under the table and reminding us that we were in public.

    Somehow, we managed to finish our meal without getting into too much trouble, even though there was some bulge-cupping between all three of us throughout dinner. Finally, in the privacy of the presidential suite, we enjoyed some privacy and freedom to release our semi-hard dicks.

    "Here. The video I promised," I said, connecting my phone to the TV and playing a vid of my two boyfriends spit-roasting me. Dad and D.J., both naked like I was, took a seat on the couch behind me as I set down my phone and stood near the screen for a moment.

    This was my favorite out of all the videos that Sven and David had made of us. The way the two of them kept passing the phone back and forth, capturing both of my holes getting dicks shoved into them, balls-deep, over and over... it always got me rock hard after only a few seconds of watching it. That didn't go unnoticed by the other two viewers.

    "Hey Brady, could you move?" D.J. teased. "Your huge dick is blocking the screen." 

    I laughed, tugging at my hard-on as I took a few steps back and sat on the edge of one of the chairs. Dad was already stroking himself, enjoying the video and slowly slicking up his shaft with precum. My eyes met my brother's across Dad's dick, and I knew we both had the same thought at the same moment.

    A second later, D.J. and I were both on our knees, adding our saliva to the wetness coating our father's erection. My tongue met D.J.'s repeatedly, and when we both got to the plump head, we shared it eagerly, making sure it was getting attention from multiple angles as our hands moved up and down our Dad's throbbing dick.

    On the screen, the view had changed to a wider shot, since Sven had set his phone down on a table so he could focus on a single task: getting his thick manhood as deep in my ass as possible. I loved being able to see both dicks going into me now, and I could tell the images were getting my father even harder. It was time.

    I pulled back from deep-throating the dick that made me, and I got on my hands and knees on the floor in front of the couch. D.J. got the message and he stood up, moving next to where our father was sitting.

    "Which hole do you want, Dad?" my brother asked.

    "His ass," was the response. Dad didn't sound like he needed to consider the choices that much. I knew he loved breeding his sons' well-used assholes best of all.

    Before I knew it, D.J. was shoving his dick down my throat without holding back. He sure wasn't the timid teenager that I'd started training at the beginning of summer. Being able to let loose with both me and his father allowed him to explore both his dominant and submissive sides. I knew D.J. would always be ready to take family dick whenever it was an option, but I suspected he'd be a popular top in the Georgetown gay scene by the end of his first term.

    I'd barely had a chance to savor the feeling of my brother's dickhead throbbing behind my Adam's apple when I felt Dad pushing open my sphincter with his equally big knob. Once he'd passed that barrier, he slammed the rest of himself in, pushing my face into D.J.'s pubes and savoring the muffled gags I was emitting. The two of them had clearly gotten worked up by the video and were taking their cues from my boyfriends, getting rough and going fast. Just the way I liked it. I'd been needing this, more than I'd even realized.

    I let myself go, content to be a complete fucktoy for these two men I loved. They used me for a solid twenty minutes, only allowing me a few seconds of relief during the moments when they'd switch ends. The first time they'd stood up and walked around me, but after that it seemed like they thought it was faster to just grab me and turn me around instead. They didn't want my holes to be empty any longer than absolutely necessary.

    Too busy to be actually watching the video, I could hear that it was heading into its final minute or two. David was the first one to shout that he was cumming, then Sven followed a second later. I heard both my brother and father utter a few "fuck yeahs" as they watched me get filled up by the two older studs.

    When the video ended, it continued on to the next one in the folder. I wasn't sure which one that was at first, but when I managed to catch a quick glimpse during yet another switching of dicks, I had to smile. It was a video of Sven and David DP-ing me! There wasn't any buildup with this one, it started with a close-up of Sven's massive tool balls-deep my hole, already stretching me open to an obscene degree. A moment later, David's dick entered the frame and began to poke at the edge of my hole right above Sven's smooth nuts.

    "No way!" I heard D.J. exclaim as he continued to shove his dick in and out of my hole – the same hole that was now accommodating a second occupant right before our eyes on the screen. "Holy shit, that's hot as fuck!" my little brother continued. "How did you even do that?!"

    "It... mmph," I began, but had to stop since my father was starting to push his dick into my mouth. He paused when he realized I was trying to speak. I laughed before continuing. "It took some practicing but... yeah I've taken two dicks in my ass plenty of times." The three of us watched as David's dick continued to slide in alongside his husband's. When the shot zoomed in, I remembered that it was their son Eric who had been holding the phone to capture this scene.

    "Let's see you prove it, Son," Dad said after we witnessed David's balls make contact with Sven's on the screen. Then, my father stood up and walked around me to where D.J. was already filling my asshole. This was more than I'd been expecting tonight, and while I definitely had been DP-ed plenty of times, it had been a while. I knew I could handle it, and it was going to be intense. But there was no one I'd rather be doing it with than my own father and brother.

    Dad ended up under me, with my back against his chest and one arm wrapped around my torso. He was using the other hand to hold one of my ankles. D.J. had my other leg in his grasp and he was finishing inserting our father's dick into me. Once we got comfortable, I watched with a dreamy expression as my brother bit his lip and looked down at my stretched hole with a determined expression.

    D.J. continued to push my leg up and to the side, matching the other, as he slowly pushed his dickhead between the edge of my hole and the thick tool that created both of us. I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax fully. All three of us sighed deeply as D.J. managed to push past the point of entry and his dick began to slide into me right alongside our father's. Everything was so fucking tight, and the moment was incredibly intense. It seemed like I could feel both their heartbeats all through my body as their dicks throbbed.

    Slowly they began to take turns pushing into me, and I loved the moments when I could feel both of them moving simultaneously in opposite directions. My father and my brother fucking my ass together! If someone asked me what my personal heaven was, I would likely describe this. The two of them had probably been planning to pound their loads into me tonight, just like Dad and I usually did to D.J. This situation called for some slower fucking but it got the juices flowing just the same, and I was ecstatic when Dad started emptying his balls – not just deep in my guts but all around my brother's dick as well. That feeling was all it took to push D.J. over the edge, and by the time they were both finished I could swear my belly felt a little heavier.

    D.J. pulled out first and it sounded like he was in awe as he checked out my sloppy, cummy hole, still clenching around our father's softening dick.

    "Wow! I can't believe that," he said with awe in his voice. "You gotta teach me how to do that."

    I chuckled and had to agree. "What are big brothers for?" I replied, and pulled him in for a kiss.​​