D.J.:

    Just as I was beginning to get used to my nightly trysts with my cousin Brady, an even more mind-blowing bombshell dropped on me: Brady was also hooking up with my dad! The whole thing unraveled on Brady's birthday, when the three of us got so horny that we all ended up jacking off together in the living room. During our mutual masturbation, Brady "let it slip" in front of my father that we'd had sex. To my utter shock, Dad didn't seem to mind that I'd fucked my cousin. If anything, it only made the whole situation even hotter! 

    At the time, all I could focus on was busting my nut. But a few hours later, I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom, trying to wrap my mind around everything, when Brady walked into the room, nearly naked and ready to go to bed.

    "I can't believe what happened today!" I blurted. I felt there was no need to beat around the bush.

    "You mean with your dad?" Brady smirked as he sat down on his mattress.

    "Yes! You literally told him that I'd fucked you, and he didn't even flinch!" I had to hold back from shouting, so I just whispered very aggressively.

    "That's probably because he's fucked me as well," my cousin added, like it was no big deal.

    "What?! When? How?" I stumbled, unable to form proper sentences.

    Brady pulled me in and sat me down next to him, and he told me the whole story of my father's secret Grindr profile, the blowjob at Dad's office, as well as the time they fucked at a hotel. The entire time, I tried picturing my father doing those things, but it was all so foreign to me. It simply didn't fit the image I'd had of my conservative dad my entire life – if anything, it was the polar opposite of it!

    That night, I went to sleep and spent the whole night dreaming of my father fucking and getting his dick sucked by Brady. I woke up in the morning to find I'd jizzed all over my bed – multiple times by the looks of it! I'd stopped having wet dreams a couple of years ago, but this new information about my father's sexuality was quickly becoming an obsession of mine that fueled my fantasies whether I was asleep or awake.

    I quickly took a cold shower and put my clothes on. Downstairs, Dad was the only person in the kitchen, and I immediately felt awkward. 

    "Morning," he said stoically. As per usual, he was impossible to read. 

    "Hey," I said, reaching for some coffee but with my hands trembling, I spilled the pot all over the counter and had to clean it up.

    "Maybe we should talk," my dad said to me. "Somewhere private. Come by my office after work today."

    "Okay," I nodded with my back turned to him. A moment later, my sister walked into the room, so I poured some coffee in a to-go mug and I went out so I could be alone and clear my thoughts. 

    I spent the whole day by myself, driving around town and doing some shopping. Dad had texted me to come by his office at 5, but when I got there everyone was still busy with work. Since Dad had taken the day off yesterday, he was now catching up and I had to sit around for an hour and wait. Finally, one by one, people began to leave, until the only ones left there were my father, my cousin, and me.

    "Step into my office," Dad told the two of us. Brady and I followed him into the room, where he shut and locked the door, "just in case."

    "So what're we doing here?" Brady asked casually. Clearly, he wasn't riddled by the same amount of anxiety I was feeling in that moment.

    "I wanted to check in on you and make sure everything's cool," Dad said, looking mostly my way.

    "I'm cool," Brady shrugged. To someone like him, this was just another fun story to add to his list of pervy, kinky experiences.

    "I'm… I'm okay," I stuttered. Whether or not that was a lie, even I couldn't tell.

    "Are you sure?" my father checked.

    "I… I'm just taken aback by everything," I admitted. "You and Brady and… me. Don't get me wrong, I think what happened yesterday was hot as fuck! But… it's gonna take some getting used to."

    "Well, it never needs to happen again, if that's not what you're comfortable with," Dad continued, sounding almost frustratingly pragmatic.

    "No, that's not what I'm saying," I blurted. Suddenly, I'd found myself protesting. Was it because… I WANTED it to happen again?

    "Your mother knows I occasionally hook up with guys," Dad explained. "Obviously, she doesn't know that includes Brady… or you."

    "Well I wouldn't call what happened yesterday 'hooking up,'" Brady chimed in. "I mean, y'all just jerked off side-by-side. That hardly counts as hooking up. It's not like you jerked each other off. Or… sucked each other's dicks or anything," my cousin added with a devilish grin.

    "Yeah… No, that's not what happened," I nodded, looking down at the floor.

    "Would you like it to?" Brady stepped closer to me. 

    "Wh– What do you mean?" I said.

    "Would you like to suck your father off?" my cousin teased, placing his hand on my shoulder.

    Brady and I both turned to look at Dad, who just stood behind his desk tall and proud. His right hand grabbed hold of his bulge… and began rubbing it.

    "Here, let me show ya," Brady said, pushing me gently toward my father's desk. I didn't resist at all, but I wasn't exactly moving on my own, either. For a second, it almost felt like I was watching this all happen from the other side of the room. I had no idea what was coming next, but I sensed that it was going to be an even bigger moment in my life than what happened last night.​​

    With one hand on my shoulder, Brady knelt down right in front of my dad. He pulled me down with him, his firm grip making it clear he intended for me to have a very close-up view of whatever he had planned. In a flash, my cousin was undoing my father's fly and extracting the half-hard dick that Dad had been rubbing up until a few seconds ago.

    I felt myself take a deep breath, and my heart felt like it was beating at twice its normal speed. Of course, Dad's dick looked just as I remembered from the day before... The image was still quite vivid in my mind, and I'd been recalling it almost constantly. But now I could see every little detail of my father's penis. Every vein and pube, each crease and subtle variation in color. Objectively, this was an incredibly hot dick swelling up right before my eyes. And the fact that it belonged to my father was sending my mind spinning. I knew right then that I wanted to suck it, and the thought had me nearly paralyzed.

    If Dad could sense my near-panic, he wasn't reacting to it. In fact, he seemed incredibly relaxed and almost amused, looking down as Brady stroked his own uncle's dick to full hardness. My cousin turned to me and smiled with his mouth partially open, letting his tongue peek out from between his teeth to moisten his lips. I recognized the expression from the first few times he and I had hooked up. Eagerness and excitement, and probably the thrill of taking someone along on a ride.

    Never breaking eye contact with me, Brady leaned in and, for lack of a better word, slurped my father's dick into his mouth. If Dad hadn't been fully hard before, he certainly was now. I could see his dick throb in Brady's hand, right up until the hand pulled away and the last few inches disappeared between my cousin's lips.

    I felt my hand drift to my crotch and begin fishing out my own boner, which was almost painfully hard. It needed some attention and I finally took my eyes away from Brady's to glance down at myself. I was already leaking precum copiously, more than I ever remembered doing before. Something inside my lower body felt like it was on fire, or in overdrive. I was more turned on and worked up than I'd ever been.

    Watching Brady work Dad over like this was incredible. Seeing my cousin suck my own dick was one thing. But now I could really see that he was an expert at this, as talented as any porn star. My father was trying to play it cool and keep it together, but before long he was moaning in pleasure and letting his hand drift to the back of Brady's head.

    I felt myself leaning in closer to get an even better look, my face only about a foot away from Brady's. Suddenly, he pulled off and I could see the entirety of my dad's throbbing, wet dick on display. My cousin smiled that same way that he had before, but this time he was eager for something even more perverted than his uncle's dick. He moved his hand so that my father's shaft was pointed right at me, the head just a few inches from my lips. Brady was offering it to me, as if offering me a popsicle. 

    There was a brief moment of hesitation, but at the same time I was pausing to savor the intense thrill of anticipation before I took this next step. Then, I leaned forward and placed my lips around my father's dickhead. My tongue slowly moved around the throbbing knob and I moaned when I realized I was tasting his salty precum. I immediately needed more of that, and needed more of Dad's dick in my mouth.

    Drawing on the months of practice I'd had with Brady, I proceeded to give my father the best blowjob I possibly could. My hand replaced my cousin's at the base of Dad's dick, and I saw Brady settle back on his knees to watch me work. He had one hand wrapped around my father's leg, and I could see him kneading Dad's thigh. Brady's other hand was undoing his own pants and it was hot to see that he was getting turned on watching (and facilitating) all of this.

    Dad moaned again, even louder than he had before.

    "Oh my god..." he said softly. "D.J., that... that feels so fucking good."

    "He's gotten really good, really fast," Brady said, and I felt myself blush even while my father's dickhead started hitting the back of my throat.

    "You've trained him well," Dad replied, and it was an incredible rush hearing my cousin and my own father talk about how good I was at sucking dick. I was stroking myself slowly, but I had to stop when I felt my father's hand on the back of my head. It sent a chill down my spine and nearly made me cum; and I wasn't ready for that, not yet anyway.

    "Can you...?" Dad asked, almost in a whisper, before trailing off. Rather than finish the sentence with words, he let me know what he was asking by gently pushing himself even further into my mouth, forcing his dick down my throat. I relaxed and just focused on my breathing for a moment, and then Dad's pubes were scratching my nose. He was all the way in, and I could feel the heat and fullness of him so deeply.

    Dad's hand briefly moved from the back of my head to my neck, and he massaged it gently, almost seeming like he was trying to feel his dick opening up my throat. I heard him breathe in sharply, with a hiss, and then he exhaled slowly as his hand moved back to the top of my head.

    I was surprised to feel a hand besides my own wrap around my dick, and then I let go, thinking Brady wanted to jerk me off. But then I was shocked again when I felt my cousin's warm mouth envelop my shaft, and I moaned loudly, the sound muffled by my throat being filled to capacity.

    Dad's hand moved again, this time to the base of my neck, and he pulled his dick out a few inches before pushing it back in firmly. He repeated that a few more times. My father was fucking my throat, and it felt amazing! Crazy as it seemed, it felt like his dick was getting even thicker with each time he thrusted.

    I heard Dad let out his loudest moan yet, and then both his hands were on my scalp and he pushed in hard, one final time. I'd lost track of my breathing and I could feel myself starting to get a little light-headed, but there was no way I was going to pull off and miss the sensation of my father blasting his load as deep inside me as he could get.

    It was intense, like nothing I'd ever experienced. When I'd sucked Brady's dick and swallowed his cum, he'd always allowed me to be mostly in control. I'd found that I loved tasting his load on my tongue and so usually he wasn't as deep as Dad was now when he began to shoot. It was like my entire neck was throbbing in time with my father's shaft as the ropes of his seed cascaded down my esophagus. He was so far in, there was no such thing as swallowing. I was just getting my throat filled with my Dad's jizz.

    I began shooting my own load before I even realized what was happening. Dad was supporting my head and neck, and I felt Brady's arm around my back, and for a moment I just let them support my weight as the waves of pleasure ripped through my body. I was going to need to take a breath soon; and just as I was starting to feel faint, Dad stepped back and slid his dick out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air.

    He wasn't done cumming though, and I felt the last few jets of his sperm splash onto my face. Brady was still supporting me as I managed to straighten my back up, and I leaned forward to lap again at my father's dickhead, managing to capture the last few drops of his load on my tongue.

    My cousin was enjoying the final spurts from my dick as well, and after he raised his head up, my eyes found his and I knew he could see how grateful I was for the gift that he'd made possible. We both glanced up at Dad to see him looking more pleased than I'd seen in quite some time, as he offered me his hand and helped me get to my feet.​​