My Boyfriend and My Two Dads

CHAPTER 30

Family Pride

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Preceded by Beach Bonding 3: Small World

ERIC:

    "Ahh, fuck yes!!"

    "Shh. You don't wanna get caught."

    "I don't give a fuck. Stick it in me. Fuck!" I moaned from inside the stall, as people kept going in and out of the restroom. This place was busier than I'd ever seen it, giving us a chance to be louder without being noticed. Pride-themed music blasted from the bar every few seconds when someone opened the bathroom door.

    "That's it. Just relax. Fuuuuck, there we go."

    I gritted my teeth and I felt the dick all the way up my ass, unlubed, slightly painful, but oh so good!

    "Ah. Yeah," I continued to moan with my eyes closed. "Fuck. I love this. I love you."

    "I love you too… son."

    "I love you, Dad," I turned my head back and we started to kiss, fucking against the inside of the stall door in the rhythm of the music.

 

12 Hours Earlier

 

    "Happy Pride!"

    "Good morning to you too, Dad," I said, yawning, opening my eyes and waiting for them to adjust to the light.

    In my room, my father Sven was opening the curtains and letting the sun in, obviously eager for the day to start.

    "Is that what you're wearing today?" Will asked, lying next to me. He was just as sleepy as I was, but he had a smile on his face when he saw Sven.

    My father was wearing a small, tight pair of speedos which barely covered anything. He had a rainbow painted on his muscular chest, right in between his pierced nips with the large rings hanging off them.

    "What, something wrong with my outfit?" Sven posed for us, turning around a couple of times and flexing like a bodybuilder.

    "I just thought Pride was a family event now," Will said.

    "Which is why I'm spending it with my family!" Sven suddenly hopped on the bed in between us and gave us both something that was in between a hug and a chokehold.

    "Dad! Gettoff!" I struggled, waving my legs to set myself free, and in the process kicking off the sheet that was covering us. Since Will and I both slept naked and woke up with raging boners every single morning, our hard dicks shot up in the air as soon as the sheet was off.

    "Okay," Dad let us go, and we all took a second to catch our breath after our little wrestling match. "So, you boys are joining us today, right? 'Cause if so, you need to hurry up."

    As he said that, my dad grabbed hold of our erections and held onto them like two ski poles, casually stroking us while talking to us.

    "You guys go. We'll get there when we get there. And you shouldn't start something if you ain't gonna finish it," I said, nodding down to my dick which my dad was holding.

    "Okay, I'll let you guys take care of these then," he gave us one last, firmer stroke, before winking and leaving our room with some of our precum on his fingers.

    "Your father's crazy," Will laughed and said for possibly the millionth time. 

    "He'll be your father-in-law soon," I said and leaned in for a kiss. "Now, what did he say about us taking care of these…?" 

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    "Hey!" I greeted everyone a couple of hours later, when Will and I were finally out in the street. My two dads were there, standing and drinking with Brady and Nate. 

    My cousin Nathan was wearing cargo shorts and a polo shirt, but Brady and David didn't have much more on than Sven did. Will and I joined them, shirtless and wearing short shorts, with some rainbow paint on our faces which we'd soon sweat off.

    Will was right: this was a family event! As I watched all the happy families march by, I put my arms around my two dads, fully aware I was one lucky motherfucker to have them in my life.

    "Thank you. For everything," I said, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. David and Sven smiled, then went in for a kiss with each other, as I held the backs of their heads and watched them make out right in front of me.

    "Remember doing this when you were little?" David said in my ear over the noise of the crowd.

    "What?" 

    "Push our faces together and tell us to kiss. And then giggling."

    "Wow!" it came back to me. "I haven't thought about it in years. But yes, I do remember!"

    "Most people think seeing their parents kiss is gross. You couldn't get enough of it!"

    I smiled, thinking back. It really should've been their first sign that I was gay early on, judging by how much I enjoyed watching two men kissing. At first, David and Sven would indulge me by giving each other a little peck. Over the years, they would make out passionately, and I was able to see their tongues going in and out of each other's mouths (which is probably how I learned to be such a good kisser).

    Watching the parade, I started to reminisce about the first Pride parades my dads would take me to. We usually made an annual trip out of it, right after I was done with the school year: we'd travel to a different city and join the celebration. 

    As I saw all the corporate logos march in front of me this year, I thought of those earlier parties which seemed less commercialized and, in many ways, more sexualized. I'd see guys walking around in nothing but jockstraps, some of them donning buttplugs with puppy tails wagging out of their asses. Others would start to get excited and pop boners sticking out of the underwear or shorts they had on, all things I got to think of as normal.

    "C'mere," I reached for Will and pulled him in for a kiss. We started making out and dancing, surrounded by hundreds of people on the sidewalk. As we danced in our little shorts, our bulging dicks were rubbing against each other.

    "You boys better be careful," David warned us. I knew he wasn't doing it because he wanted us to stop; he just didn't want us to get in any trouble.

    "Keep watch for us," I said, and pulled in my two dads on either side of us, so we were in a little square that most people couldn't see into.

    I continued to make out with Will and let my hand go down and grab his crotch. He was already half-hard after our sexy dancing, and only got harder as I cupped his bulge.

    "I wanna make you cum," I said to him.

    "Right here?" he asked.

    I looked left and right. I saw both of my parents looking at me, shielding us from view with their large, muscular bodies. They were protective, the way you'd expect parents to be. I reached inside Will's shorts and grabbed his boner while I maintained eye contact with David, and then Sven. Sven smirked at me, dancing next to us to the same rhythm that I jerked Will off to.

    "Fuck, baby," Will bit his lips as I jerked him off right in front of my parents. Hundreds, maybe thousands of parade goers walked past us, all oblivious to our action. If only they'd bothered to look down… Maybe some of them did…

    "You know I saw you do this to Sven once?" I turned to David. "At one of the parades you took me to. When you didn't think anyone was looking."

    "No!"

    "Yes," I winked at him, and continued to stroke Will. Even though he'd already cum this morning, it didn't take him long to start shooting his load right in the middle of the crowd. Just like Sven had done that time.

    "There you go," the bartender served us six shots, each a different color of the rainbow. Even though he was overworked and frantic, he still managed to keep a friendly smile on his face.

    We were at our favorite gay bar in Boston, and it was crazier than we'd ever seen it! As fun as it was, I was actually longing for the nights we could come here and be served right away, but hey, at least they were making good money for the day.

    With Will, my two dads, Brady and Nate and myself, there was a shot for each of us. I grabbed the red one and we all cheered and guzzled them bottoms up.

    The crowd kept getting rowdier. Sven and Nate were having an arm wrestling match on the bar, to decide who's paying for the next round. I watched them for a bit before turning to Brady and Will, who were both on their phones.

    "What's up?" I asked both of them.

    "I'm just talking to Sam," Brady said, referring to his college roommate who I'd just met in San Francisco. "He says hi to everyone."

    "Where is he?" I asked.

    "He's still in California. He and his dad decided to stay in San Fran for the summer."

    I raised my eyebrows. By a twist of fate, Sam's father happened to be Ben, my old fuck buddy from Berlin. I never thought I'd see him again; but maybe this was a sign I should make more of an effort to keep in touch. After all, that was one insanely hot foursome we had in San Francisco earlier this month. Maybe I'll invite them to the wedding…

    "Look at this," Will pointed his phone at me, showing me a photo of our old college suitemate Rory and his newborn son, wrapped around his chest in a rainbow-patterned baby wrap.

    "Aww, cute," I gushed. I still couldn't get over the fact that people our age were becoming parents now! 

    "I'll be right back," I said and headed to the bathroom. What would normally be a 30-second walk, took me almost five minutes as I fought my way through the crowd.

    Once in the restroom, I had to wait in line to get to any of the urinals. I looked to my right and noticed the men pissing in the toilets, some of them with the stall doors open behind them. I recognized one of them and headed straight to his stall.

    "Mind if I join?" I asked, squeezing into the cubicle next to my dad David. In order to get to the toilet, I closed the stall door behind me, and instinctively locked it.

    "Hey!" he said joyfully. Of course, us pissing side-by-side was no big deal, especially on a day like today.

     "Dad? I love you," I said as my piss stream started to hit the toilet bowl. He was almost done and shaking his cock, getting the last drops off.

    "You okay?" he laughed, amused by how emotional I probably sounded.

    "Yeah. I just… saw a photo of Rory with his baby. And it reminded me of old photos of you guys holding me. And it… feels nice."

    "Aww, honey," he smiled. He leaned forward and gave me a soft hug while I continued to piss, and held me that way until I was done. He didn't let go as I put my cock away and flushed the toilet. 

    I turned and nuzzled against my father's neck, feeling his scent, my nose right behind his ear. We were both a little drunk, which only made us more affectionate. Innumerable guys walked in and out of the restroom, going for a piss, talking loudly, and joking around. 

    "Let's get back out there," Dad said after almost a minute.

    "No," I insisted, gripping him tighter. "Stay."

    I felt comfortable, pleasantly tipsy, and full of love. The bar was too busy for hugs and cuddles. This stall felt like our safe space, even if it was a dingy little bathroom stall.

    "Eric, did you take anything?" my father laughed again, rubbing my back with both his hands.

    "No. I just feel like doing this."

    "Doing what?"

    "This," I said and leaned forward, planting a kiss right on his lips. 

    There was no pushback. We continued to kiss, our tongues in each other's mouths, our passion filling up the cubicle as the music blasted from the bar.

    Since this bar was our usual hangout, many people knew us and knew we were father and son. We couldn't do this out in the open. It made this feel like our dirty little secret, which only felt more exciting.

    "Eric…" Dad started to say, his blue eyes looking into mine, but then didn't say anything else.

    Talking wasn't necessary. We continued to kiss instead, ignoring everything around us. Every couple of minutes, we'd take a break to catch our breath and just stare at each other's eyes and if it were the first time we were discovering each other.

    I turned around and leaned against the stall door with my chest. I poked my ass out, making it clear what I was after. My father did nothing but smile.

    "What?" I asked, smiling back.

    "Nothing, I… just had a flashback. Remember how you said you watched me jerking your father off without me knowing that time at Pride?" Dad came from behind me and put his right hand around my throat, pulling my head in to give me a kiss.

    "Yes?" 

    "Well, I once watched you have sex in a restroom stall just like this, without you knowing," he winked at me, then gave me another kiss, pulling me in and making me arch my head and my ass even further.

    "When?!"

    "Last year, in Provincetown. I was there when Owen fucked you."

    "Fuck off!" 

    "Yup. I was in the next stall," David said with a devilish grin on his face. That type of shit-eating smirk was usually my dad Sven's trademark, but David had his moments as well. "When you guys were done, I went in and saw your load on the wall."

    "Shit. What did you do?" I asked, turned on and hard by now.

    With that, my dad reached into the front of my shorts and rubbed the tip of my cock until he got some precum on his fingers. Then, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, all the while looking me dead in the eyes.

    In the next couple of seconds, too many things happened too quickly. I pulled down my shorts, exposing my ass. Dad reached between my cheeks and rubbed my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

    "Ahh, fuck yes!!"

    "Shh. You don't wanna get caught."

    "I don't give a fuck. Stick it in me. Fuck!" I moaned from inside the stall, as people kept going in and out of the restroom. This place was busier than I'd ever seen it, giving us a chance to be louder without being noticed. Pride-themed music blasted from the bar every few seconds when someone opened the bathroom door.

    "That's it. Just relax. Fuuuuck, there we go."

    I gritted my teeth and I felt the dick all the way up my ass, unlubed, slightly painful, but oh so good!

    "Ah. Yeah," I continued to moan with my eyes closed. "Fuck. I love this. I love you."

    "I love you too… son."

    "I love you, Dad," I turned my head back and we started to kiss, fucking against the inside of the stall door in the rhythm of the music.

    "Maybe we should get someone to take a video, like you and your father did in that hotel?" Dad said, fucking me with his hand around my throat still.

    No matter what he said, I knew David would always be upset that Sven and I fucked behind his back. Even after all this time, I was determined to let David know that I cared for him just as much; that I loved both of them equally. And that I found both of them equally as hot.

    "Eric? ERIC?! Are you there?" suddenly, I heard a familiar voice yelling my name over all the noise in the bathroom.

    "Will?!" I yelled back from inside the stall. 

    I opened my eyes and looked back, making eye contact with Dad while his cock was still inside me. "I think we may've found our cameraman," I said to him, grinning.

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