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    I woke up with an extremely dry feeling in my throat and a rock-hard cock throbbing between my legs. I opened my eyes to see my wife and baby Theo soundly asleep, so I snuck out of the room noiselessly. I climbed down the stairs to the kitchen with my boner bouncing in all directions, smacking my stomach and thighs as I walked. Standing in front of the fridge, I downed an entire bottle of water while slowly stroking my dick, but the liquid did little to quench my thirst.

    "You're not thirsty for water. You're thirsty for cum," a devilish voice said inside my head. "Go check on Nash and Stan."

    I shut the fridge and, still in a state of half-sleep, I headed to Stan's studio. The crisp morning air outside quickly woke me up. Holy shit, I was really about to do this: I was going to suck my son's and my brother's dicks, yet again. Over the past couple of weeks, I'd blown both of them several times. This was my new normal now. A desire for cock which lay dormant in me for forty years had now awoken. The question was: was I craving cock in general, or was it specifically Nash and Stan – two men who I loved more than I could put into words?

    As I walked down the driveway, I was disappointed to see that both Stan's and Nash's trucks were gone. Had they left for work extra early? Or were they just out getting breakfast? Or (really grasping at straws here) maybe they parked somewhere else and I'd still find them lying in Stan's bed, naked and sporting morning wood just waiting to go down my throat?

    I walked up the stairs to my brother's studio and I let myself in, saddened to find the bed empty. I made myself some coffee and I walked around the studio, browsing through my brother's bountiful porn collection. I picked up a couple of gay mags from the '90s, analyzing the hard cocks, hairy chests, and bulging muscles. I had to admit: a lot of these men were pretty hot. Did I have a type? Twinks, bears, daddies – it felt like I was learning a whole new language. I liked some of the younger guys that reminded me of Nash, but I also had a soft spot for the mature men with dad bods who looked more like me. 

    Half an hour later, I'd finished my coffee and made peace with the fact that Nash and Stan were working, since they weren't replying to my texts. My dick was still semi-hard, but I didn't want to drain it all on my own. I decided to wait until tonight. Maybe I'd get to see my son and my brother. If not… maybe I'd find another man to play with.

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    In the evening, I found myself alone once again. As it turned out, Stan had plans to take care of Theo, and Nash was working at his second job. For the first time in a while, I found myself walking into a bar all on my own, wondering if I'd bump into anyone I knew.

    I was happy to see that my favorite bartender was working tonight, and she was serving a man who also looked vaguely familiar. When I approached them, the man greeted me by saying, "Hey! Nash's dad, right?"

    "Yeah," I said, shaking the man's hand.

    "I'm Colin. Tanner's dad. We met at our sons' graduation a couple of months ago," the man reintroduced himself.

    "Ah, yeah. Nice to bump into you here," I said.

    "Can I buy you a drink? What do you want?" he asked, pulling out the empty bar stool next to him.

    When I named my favorite local lager, Colin smiled and revealed that he actually worked for that company. We spent over an hour talking about beer, seamlessly transitioning into conversations about sports, work, and of course: our sons.

    "I ain't gon lie: I worry about Tanner living in New York," Colin said just as I paid for our third round of drinks. "I'm glad my brother Brock lives there, so at least he's got someone to watch over him."

    "He'll be alright. I wasn't much older when I moved to New York on my own," I said in hopes of assuaging Colin's paternal worries.

    "You're back here for good now, right? I heard you just had a baby," Colin said.

    "Uh, yeah, my wife just had a baby," I nodded.

    "Congrats, man," he said, patting my back and then leaning closer and whispering, "Listen, I don't mean to be nosy or anything… But talk around town is that your brother's the baby's daddy. That true?"

    "Yes," I said curtly.

    When Theo was born, Kelly, Stan, and I decided to put my brother's name on the birth certificate. Of course, we knew the news would come out, and it would make for one juicy local scandal. 

    "That's cool," Colin said, unfazed by the weirdness of the situation. "If you guys can all make it work, more power to ya."

    Maybe it was the beer, but I immediately felt a bond with Colin just then. We continued our chat for another fifteen minutes, when Colin made eye contact with a man across the bar and then turned to me and asked,

    "Hey, is that man looking at me funny?"

    "I wouldn't say he's looking at you funny, but he's definitely looking at you," I replied. "Why, you got beef with him? Cuz we can take care of that," I said, cracking my knuckle. Frankly, after my lack of sexual release this morning, I felt frustrated and ready to take it out on someone.

    "No, no, it's fine," Colin chuckled. "It's just… I guess you were open with me so I can be open with you as well. That guy had sex with my wife."

    "You mean when they were younger?" I asked.

    "Yeah, when they were two weeks younger than they are now," Colin laughed again. "See, my wife and I decided to try out an… open relationship, kinda. And it sounds like… maybe that's what you and your wife are doing as well."

    "Yes, kinda," I nodded.

    Colin continued to unload and talk about the handful of women he'd slept with in the past few weeks. I listened attentively, eventually popping a boner, which I had to adjust several times. To my enjoyment, Colin was the kinda man who didn't mind getting into explicit details, even though we were in public. When he noticed me groping my bulge for the umpteenth time, he smiled and winked at me.

    "Yeah, I don't blame ya. Same here," he said, grabbing his crotch to show me his cock was hard in his jeans. "You wanna find some ladies to help us take care of these?"

    With my heart pounding, I braced myself and decided to be brave in front of my new buddy.

    "You ever let a man take care of that for ya?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate. Who knew that trying to pick up a guy would be so nerve-wrecking?! I definitely felt more confident with girls. And of course, I didn't have this problem with Stan and Nash – the two of them were always ready and willing to go.

    "Let's find somewhere a bit more private," Colin said, seemingly accepting my offer.

    I motioned my head toward the door, indicating for him to follow. Wordlessly, I got up and led Colin outside to the parking lot. My truck was parked in the last spot, so I figured that would be reasonably private.

    We walked quickly. The only sounds were the noise coming from the bar and our feet kicking the gravel. My heart was racing the entire time, but I felt excited to be doing this. Colin and I got into the truck, and we both let out a nervous chuckle. Colin was the first to make a move, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his hairy thighs. 

    Colin's cock looked nice at first glance, and I immediately compared it to what I knew best. He was about my size, smaller than my brother's and larger than my son's. Colin's dick had a more purple tip and thick veins that seemed to throb. He also had an unkempt bush, which was kind of a turn on. My mouth instantly started watering now that I had someone's penis within reach. I'd been craving it all day and now here it was in front of me: a dick ready to be sucked.

    "Go for it, man," Colin encouraged me calmly, probably sensing my nervousness. "I'll keep a lookout."

    I took a deep breath… and went for it. I leaned over slowly and took this man's boner into my mouth. My fears seemed to wash away as I got that first salty taste of precum and sweat. After that, I no longer held back. I still couldn't swallow a shaft quite as quickly as my son could, but I began working my way down Colin's pole inch by inch. I was happy not to gag in the process. I wanted to leave a good impression. When the cockhead hit the back of my throat, I just kept pushing until I was fully deepthroating Colin. Even though I wasn't hooking up with my son or my brother, this felt just as hot!

    At the sound of someone's laughter coming from the parking lot, I quickly pulled up and Colin hid his erection. Luckily, the people who'd made the noise didn't notice us, they just got in their car and drove off. Once they were gone and I was certain there was no one else in the lot, I leaned down and feasted on Colin's dick once again. Even though the interruption had only lasted a few seconds, that was enough to make my mouth feel desperately empty. This helped me realize why my son loved sucking cock so much – there was nothing quite like it.

    Interestingly, while going down on Colin, I noticed the main difference between him and the men in my family whose dicks I'd sucked wasn't the taste, but the smell. Colin's crotch smelled completely different from Stan's and Nash's. I wasn't sure if it was 'cause of his sweat or precum, but his musk was driving me feral. I fished my own hard cock out of my pants and I started furiously stroking while sucking my new buddy.

    Judging by the soft moans coming from Colin, I knew he was getting off on this just as much as I was. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my head and caressed my hair. Feeling his touch made me want to please him even more. The more I worked, the more saliva started spilling past my lips and down his shaft. At one point, Colin held my head down firmly, forcing his cock as deep as possible down my throat. I gasped for air when he finally let up, but then I immediately went back down, craving more of his manhood in my mouth.

    "Mmm, fuuuck. You gon let me cum in your mouth, man?" he groaned.

    With a mouthful of cock, all I could do was nod in response. Colin held my head steady and began thrusting upward. He was now fucking my throat full throttle, edging himself closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, I felt him blast his load. Fuck, it was so good to feel a cumshot in my mouth! I was almost overwhelmed at first; there was so much jizz. Colin might've been saving it for a few days, because he kept cumming and cumming down my throat, feeding me the largest load I'd ever tasted. I did my best and managed to swallow every drop. As I savored his spunk, I shot my own load, making a mess all over the steering wheel and dashboard of my truck. 

    Once we were done, I sat up and wiped my face, feeling an awkwardness settle in.

    "You up for another drink, buddy?" Colin asked me, breaking the tension with a big smile on his face.

    "Sure," I accepted happily. "But first: hand me some napkins from the glove compartment, please. I need to clean up this mess before we go back to the bar."