STEPHEN:

    After waking up in the morning, I immediately stood up to stretch my back, which was sore from sleeping on the couch. I looked around Taylor and Owen's apartment, where I was spending the weekend, trying to make as little noise as possible in case they were still asleep. I went to the bathroom, surprised to look in the mirror and see black paint running down my face – remains from my Halloween costume last night. 

    After taking a piss, brushing my teeth, and washing my face I passed my son's bedroom and I noticed the door was open. I peeked in, only to see Taylor sprawled naked in bed, his bubble butt up in the air facing me.

    "Dad, is that you?" he mumbled.

    "Yes," I replied. "Is Owen at work?"

    "Yes," my son said, turning around to lie on his back, exposing a hard cock that stood erect in all of its morning glory like a flagpole. 

    "I'm surprised he managed to wake up so early," I said. "You guys were up all night."

    "Could you hear us fucking?" Taylor chuckled. "Sorry. Owen was extra horny after the party last night."

    With that, my son reached down and placed his right hand between his legs. At first I thought he would commence to stroke his cock but instead, Taylor's fingers lingered toward his asshole. He began fingering himself, and even from where I was standing, I could see pearly-white jizz oozing out of my son's hole. My cock gave a throb, but it was still locked in its cage, so it didn't get to grow much.

    "Is… Is that Owen's cum?" I asked Taylor.

    "Yeah. And a couple of other guys from the party last night. Wanna taste it?"

    His question took me by surprise, even though I should've known better by now. If my son was given the opportunity to do something perverted, he would do it. His offer hung in the air, and I knew I couldn't decline. I dropped to my knees and crawled to Taylor's bed, just as he adjusted himself close to the edge, giving me access to his ass.

    "Mmmm," I moaned as I dove in, burying my tongue inside my elder son's asshole, tasting the seed that his husband and some anonymous men had deposited there. Taylor was SUCH a slut, and I could feel it rubbing off on me more and more. 

    After swallowing all the sperm that my son had kept overnight, I rolled my tongue up his taint and sucked on his shaved ball sack for a few minutes, enjoying his morning musk. Next up was Taylor's pole, which was already leaking an inviting amount of precum. I licked up the shaft, right where the drop of precum had left its trail, and then I sucked on my son's cockhead for a few minutes. Taylor began thrusting, going deep and fucking my throat for a few minutes, before quickly retreating and pushing me away like an unwanted dog.

    "Not yet," he grunted. "I wanna save it for later. Leave it."

    There wasn't much I could say other than "Yes, Sir." Taylor got up and helped me stand to my feet, after which I offered to make us breakfast while he showered and got dressed.

    "Let's go say hi to Owen later today," Taylor suggested. "We can go bring him lunch at the gym."

    My son and I finished our breakfast and I got dressed so we could leave the apartment. We went shopping and walked around the city for a couple of hours, before finally arriving at the gym Owen owned. It was a private club which we could only enter thanks to Taylor's membership card. The place was quite small compared to a regular gym, but it had all of the equipment one might need for a good workout. There were only a handful of guys at present, and they all looked very different from the crowd at my gym back home. The members at Owen's gym sure liked showing off a lot of skin while they worked out; it reminded me of our Halloween costumes from last night – "slutty football players."

    Owen waved at us when he saw us walk in. He seemed busy, but still greeted Taylor with a deep kiss (and ass grope) and then pulled me into a hug. I smiled when I felt my son-in-law's hand on my ass as well. Grateful for the lunch we'd picked up for him, Owen encouraged us to enjoy a workout or just relax in the locker room. Taylor said we'd probably do both, which was news to me. I was about to remark that I hadn't brought any workout clothes with me to New York, let alone on this outing. But something told me that the boys would have me covered.

    Indeed, it turned out Taylor had a locker full of workout clothes stashed here so he could stop by anytime without having to lug a gym bag around town. He tossed me a tank top made of material so thin that it felt like a handkerchief, and a pair of shorts shorter than any I'd ever owned. Standard gymwear for him, I deduced. I looked around the locker room, feeling slightly self-conscious about changing clothes while I had the cock cage on. There was one other guy standing a few feet away, someone who'd offered my son a brief hello when we'd entered.

    I understood that the clientele of Owen's gym was predominantly gay and probably consisted of a number of men who were just as sexually adventurous as my son and his husband. So I decided not to worry too much about what anyone thought of my kinky gear. I stripped naked and didn't move to conceal the metal cage as I slipped on the jockstrap Taylor provided, followed by the shorts and tank. As I was putting my shoes back on, the other guy closed his locker.

    "Nice cage," he said as he walked past me, and I caught him shooting me a wink before he turned the corner and headed toward the locker room exit. I looked over at Taylor, who just smiled at me as he pulled his own tank top on. I felt a little pride at getting complimented by a handsome, younger guy in front of my son.

    The cage created what I considered to be a pretty obvious bulge while we were working out, but after I noticed a few guys looking at me with some appreciation I didn't worry about whether it was noticeable or not. Plenty of other patrons were showing off various parts of their body, and while there was some serious weight lifting happening, there were also plenty of flirtatious looks and blatant posing. By the time we were finishing up our workout, I could tell that Taylor was hard in his shorts and more than a little wound up from all the sexual energy present on the gym floor.

    My son told me we were going to head back to the locker room, and I followed, feeling slightly disappointed to leave the charged environment of the weight room. On our way, I noticed the guy who complimented my cage earlier was now in a personal training session with Owen, over at a punching bag on the far side of the gym. They both looked very focused and serious.

    Back at our lockers, Taylor and I stripped down and my son grabbed us a couple of towels. His cock was still mostly hard, and seeing that made my dick start to swell up a little, making me more aware of the confining metal surrounding it.

    "Let's head to the sauna before we shower," Taylor said, tossing his towel over his shoulder rather than covering up his erection by wrapping it around his waist. I figured boners were pretty common in this locker room. Just as I was wondering about the looks I would get if I strutted over to the sauna with the cage on display, I felt Taylor's hands on it. To my surprise, my son unlocked it and placed it on a shelf in the locker.

    "The metal heats up in the sauna," he said softly, returning his hand to my crotch to stroke my semi-hard shaft, now free to swell up as much as it wanted. "So you get some free time." Then, he lowered his voice to a whisper and added, "But don't think for a second that you're not still my little bitch." After those words left his mouth, my son slapped my cock and balls with his open hand, smiling when he saw me wince in surprise. Then he walked toward the sauna and I followed behind him.

    The wooden room was empty and we headed to the far end, with Taylor taking a seat on a lower bench. I sat down next to him and we spent the next few minutes stretching our muscles and rubbing one another's shoulders. As I massaged my older son's upper back, I thought back to when I'd done the same for my other son Rory, in his bedroom not that long ago. That day, my younger son had let me fuck him, an opportunity that had both surprised me and opened up my mind to new possibilities.

    Taylor and I swapped positions again, and now he was working the muscles on my lower back, gently encouraging me to lean more forward to give him better access.

    "Stand up," he instructed, and I complied, rising up but bending at the knees to make sure his hands still had plenty of access to wherever he wanted to place them. Before long I felt his fingers sliding into my ass crack and eventually working their way to my hole. The heat and the massage had relaxed me quite a bit, and Taylor was able to slide two fingers in easily. He moaned with satisfaction as I hissed in a sharp breath but remained bent forward, not resisting at all. After a while, my son added a third finger and then I was the one moaning.

    I could hear a few other guys out in the locker room talking, and occasionally someone passed by the sauna door on the way to the showers. The light was low but someone could have seen us pretty easily if they took a moment to peer in through the glass door. Taylor didn't seem concerned so I didn't worry either.

    "I've been waiting for this moment, you know," my son said as he thrust his three fingers knuckle-deep into my tight hole. "I thought about doing this last night but I could see Owen had worn you out by the end. Plus, you looked hot with my load all over your face." I smiled and closed my eyes, relishing the very fresh memory of last night's Halloween party.

    Next, my son put his hands on my hips and guided me back gently… until I felt the head of his cock pushing up into my stretched opening. Taylor's dick felt huge as it slid into me, and I did my best to relax. This position, basically sitting back into my son's lap, was new for me. As he slowly worked all of himself into me, Taylor reached up to massage my hairy pecs, which also allowed him to pull me down with added force, getting even further into me than I expected. At this angle, his cock was pushing right onto my prostate. As he thrust in gently, my cock was instantly rock hard and dripping with precum. I resisted the urge to stroke it, keeping my hands on my knees to brace myself.

    We stayed like that for a little while, both of us enjoying the fact that we were adding a new dimension to our connection. I was very relaxed when I heard the sauna door open, and I knew Taylor would take charge of whatever was going to happen with the person who was entering. I decided to keep my eyes closed and just listen to what was transpiring.

    "He's sure loving that," a voice said, the other man clearly commenting on the satisfied look on my sweaty face. "I bet that ass feels great after a hard workout."

    "It sure does," my son replied, and I felt his cock throb inside me as he spoke. "I'm gonna breed this slut's hole before we clean up and head home. Care to watch?"

    "I've gotta get going," the man said, "but I'm horny as fuck after that session with Owen." I realized that the guy speaking was the one who I'd seen in the locker room when we arrived – the one who had complimented my cage. "Maybe I can just bust a quick nut down your slut's throat while you're working him over?"

    "Mmm, I guess that'd be okay," Taylor said, sounding like he was pondering something. "As long as Owen and I can take another crack at your ass sometime soon."

    "Sounds like a fair trade," the man said. I couldn't believe my son had just used me as part of some sexual exchange of favors. My cock seemed to get even harder as I felt the stranger's cockhead pushing against my lips. I gladly accepted his shaft as it slid down my throat, and I felt Taylor's hand on my upper back, pushing me down further so that I was lined up for the young man's cock to go all the way in. There was another hand on the back of my head soon after, pulling my face into the guy's trimmed pubes while he moaned loudly.

    The horny stranger didn't last very long, and before I knew it he was pulling his cock out of my mouth and jerking it rapidly right in front of my face. I closed my eyes again, feeling at once sad that I wasn't going to get his load down my throat, but also excited to feel it blasting across my face. Taylor had done that to me last night and I recalled how hot it was to be facepainted with my son's seed, especially since the dripping load had stayed on my face for the rest of my time at the Halloween party.

    As this dude's cum started to coat my lips and chin, he groaned and cursed, and I loved the feeling of his spongy cockhead pushing his load around even as it kept producing more. When he finally finished, he sighed deeply and slapped his dick across my face one last time.

    "Thanks, Taylor," he said as he headed for the door. "See you around."

    "See ya," my son replied as he started to fuck me harder. After a few seconds passed, he moaned as added "Fuck, Dad... we could stay in here all day and see how many loads you can take... really whore you out." I just moaned in response, licking my lips and tasting the cum that coated a good portion of my face.

    "Oh fuck!" Taylor suddenly gasped, slamming into me even harder, and then I could feel him swelling up inside of me, his tightened-up nuts slapping the spot right behind mine. He was cumming up my ass for the first time, and I felt a huge sense of satisfaction. It dawned on me that I'd been building to this moment ever since he'd given me the cock cage on my birthday. I'd accepted the gift and it led me here – in my son-in-law's sauna, getting my ass bred by my kinky elder son. With my own cock finally uncaged, I blew a HUGE handsfree load all over the wooden bench beneath me, which was already wet with my sweat. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and it was extended when Taylor wrapped his hand around my boner, milking out every last drop of daddy jizz from it.

    "Thank you, Sir," I muttered as my son's hand stroked me to completion.​​