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Subject: The Ultimate Bond Here’s a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr/post/114156395704/ This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2016. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you’re under the age of majority in your jursdiction, please come back when you’re of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it’s changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing all the awesome porn they fty/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. hoo. Enjoy… ***** It was one unforgettable night. Of all the crazy hot situations I’ve ever been in, that one particular night nearly 17 years ago stood out in my mind. Still reliably got me hard. Got us both hard. Something we’d talked about, at first half-jokingly, then more intently, as we saw how hot it made us both. How much harder, more intensely it made us cum in and on and for each other, how heated our already searing deep, dirty talk got. Turning it from a fantasy to an idea into an actual plan just intensified the whole thing for us both, drove us near-crazy with the implications of what we were going to do together. How much it would change us. What it meant. And then, after much searching and planning and time, Dad and me found just the right woman to help us make our dreams come true. And that one incredible, unforgettable night, we dipped our toes back into the water of sex with a woman for the first time in years, the first time either of us had sex with anybody apart from each other in nearly as long. The feeling of my father’s huge, hard cock sliding up alongside mine, inside of her, sharing the sweet softness of her body, her different tastes and scent and feeling, exploring her and experiencing her together, was mind-blowing. Made our shared, simultaneous orgasm inside of her even more powerful, which is what we’d hoped for, because this woman was giving us something even more amazing, we hoped – a son of our own. The final bond to bind us even tighter together as father and son, as partners, as men. Tonight, though… well, nothing would ever diminish the incredible, life-changing intensity of that night. The night me and Dad made our son together, created this amazing family. But tonight was all set to be another major sexual milestone for both of us. Up there with the night we created Brock… the weekend Dad and I finally committed to each other as partners… the first time he and I came naked, together, as father and son, and started out on this path. Now, Brock was 16, like I was when I first came to my Dad, like our boy wanted to come to us now. To be with his Dads. An instinctual, undeniable pull, the same pull I’d felt, drawn into my father’s orbit, craving him in every way a son could, and especially the ways society says a son shouldn’t. Dad and I had never let ourselves hope too much that it might be this way with Brock, with our boy. Definitely never forced it, or guided him down this path. We watched for the signs, the same signs Dad said gaziantep travesti he’d seen in me, and if it was going to happen, we’d let it take its course, naturally. And thank our lucky stars if it did. Well, it did. We were always a close family, affectionate, and from early on, you could tell our big, handsome kid was interested in us. In our manly, burly bodies, the thickness of the fur on our chests. The solidity of our muscles, the scratch of stubble on our jaws. He had elements of his birth mother in him, for sure, in the angle of his cheekbones, the hazel of his eyes, the dirty blond color of his hair. Otherwise, he was all Taylor man, broad-shouldered, long-legged, solidly-framed, and once he hit his teens and his man’s growth, he really took after us. Grew unusually close, bonded with us, especially for a teenager. Yeah, of course, there was the usual fighting, some bullshit teenage attitude, but like Dad had forewarned me, it went with the territory, and if you were lucky, you’d come out on the other side of it with a young man you still loved and could be proud of. And while I can’t deny that I didn’t eye him up occasionally, check him out slowly, thoughtfully, and feel a twinge in my big young dad dick, well, Dad told me that went with the territory too. Sure did for him. Still did now, and the things we whispered to each other about our son when we were together, naked, thrusting tongues and cocks up against, then inside each other, lost in our decades-long lust and love for each other, were incredible. But just fantasies, until tonight. Brock’s 16th birthday. The night he wanted to join us. Dad and I waited for him in the living room, excited but nervous too, the way we were when we watched our big, hunky kid stride onto the wrestling mat at school to take on an opponent. But different, too, because for for us, being paternal had an extra dimension – lust. One more part of the complex stew of emotions that come with being a father, and being a son. We were both naked for him, Dad at the armchair, me on the couch, our cocks throbbingly hard, already wet with anticipation. We smiled at each other with that mix of heat and nerves, and then all we could do was stare, as Brock entered the room. God, he was beautiful. Big, blond, muscled in that mix of youthful athleticism and impending manly solidity you start to get in your later teens. Unlike us, he wore a pair of tighty-whiteys, charmingly boyish in their pure simplicity, but the big, hard cock stuffed inside them, throbbing across his left hip as he came into the room, was all adult. All man. He looked even more nervous than us, almost taken aback when he saw us stand, waiting for him, our eyes full of paternal love, while our cocks surged with unbridled, manly lust. Brock looked like he didn’t know what to do next, despite the way he’d told us he wanted to be with us. I remembered that apprehension from my first time with Dad, and I smiled warmly at him, at my boy, our son, as Dad did the same. We stepped over to him, slow, not wanting to scare him off, and when our hands found the warmth of gaziantep masaj salonları his skin, as we slipped an arm around him from each side and drew him between us, he moaned with gratitude and lust. Slipped his muscled young arms around our bigger backs and squeezed, as we came in close, together at last. Kissed his cheeks together, then his lips, his handsome face upturned blissfully as we murmured lovingly in his ears, caressed them with our lips, slowly stroked the beautiful, firm muscles of his teenage athlete’s body. He took turns slowly, softly kissing us, lingering and moist, intent, going back and forth between his two fathers’ lips, before pulling us both in as tight as he could so we could try kissing together. If I wasn’t already leaking sticky sap from my cock, that would have done the trick, that kiss, and our hands moved over his tight, hard body even more heatedly. “Let’s go to bed, Son,” Dad said warmly to him, and to me as well. His two sons. Brock’s eager, excited smile was infectious, and we grinned and kissed and groped our way together to the master bedroom, to the big king bed Dad and I had shared for nearly twenty years. Welcomed our son into it, stripped now of his briefs, beautifully, achingly naked to join us. We shot a load together, almost simultaneously, in the hot, sweaty press of our bodies together, Brock with his dads on either side of him, kissing and licking and groping and grinding and swapping spit, bodies rutting together heatedly, expressing years of pent-up lust in the thrust and grind and flex of our muscles and skin and cocks and tongues. Dad and I flopped back on the pillows, bathed in sweat, laughing and panting as we watched our big son smilingly, eagerly scooping the family cum off his hot young wrestler body, grinning at us as he experimentally lapped at it with his tongue, then mixing it together and hungrily devouring it. Taking us inside of him for the first time. It was an incredibly hot sight, and the slow, sensual way our son licked the stray remnants of our cum from our bodies just added to it. Had me slowly rearing up again, big and thick like the night I made him with Dad. Dad was coming back to life already again too, but more slowly, and as virile and vigorous as he was, yeah, he was in his early 60s now, so he begged off and let me and Brock make out for him, slipping into a sticky, writhing embrace as we exchanged tongues and spit, as I savored the taste of three generations of Taylor cum in his hot, wet mouth. Dad didn’t stay idle, though. He licked and kissed all over our skin, working his way below us, lapping at Brock’s muscular ass, up and down his cleft, in that masterful way he had. The way Brock moaned into my mouth and wriggled even more on top of me, I knew Dad was eating him out, slow-fucking him with his big, dexterous tongue, breaking off to lap at the big, sticky head of my cock, already leaking precum again. I was surprised when I felt Dad’s big, assured paw wrapped around my shaft, stroking up more precum out of me, and then pulling it down to press against our son’s gaziantep escort bayan tight, cherry pucker, dripping now with his spit. Heard the snap of the lube bottle’s cap, then the slow, syrupy coolness of the lube anointing our son’s hole, my younger father’s cock. “Fuck yeah, Dads,” Brock moaned, craning his head back to kiss Dad hungrily, as my father and I locked eyes. “Are you sure, Dad?” I moaned. “It should be you…” “Bull,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss me, deep and wet, Brock moaning and stroking his big teen cock as he watched us eagerly. “He’s ours to share, son. We made him together. Take our big boy’s cherry, just like you told me you always wanted to, all those nights, baby. I already got my boy’s cherry � yours. It’s your turn to take your son’s. Our son’s.” All I could do was moan, moan and squirm as he took my cock in hand, my big, hard, son-making cock. Lined me up against our son’s tight, pulsing hole, slick and hot and so ready. Then the three of us moaned together as he guided me inside our big, beautiful kid. We rocked and moaned and sweated and kissed, made love as a family, Dad’s hands and lips and tongue, my cock, our boy’s amazing, eager body. Worked slowly, steadily, up to a huge, moaning, bed-shaking orgasm, our boy and me coming together. Dad’s tongue lapping at Brock’s stretched hole, where my flesh joined with him almost seamlessly, creamily, already oozing out some of the cum we’d made him with. I felt the hot press of Dad’s thick cock against my thigh, curved and hard and hot as fresh steel, and as I slipped out, Dad took my place, his rightful place inside our boy as the big jock moaned hungrily and let him inside. I held them both, kissed and licked and sucked on Brock’s big, juicy nips, slow-stroked his dick, on its way to his third hard cum of the day. Shit, it wasn’t even dinnertime yet. But we feasted on each other, rejoining as a unit until Dad finally closed the circle we’d begun, more than 16 years ago, and planted his seed alongside mine deep in our boy. After that, we all needed a break. Drank lots of water, kissed and nuzzled in a big lazy, sticky, sweaty heap. Then made our way into the big shower, more kissing and stroking and nuzzling and talking. Slow, sensual, saving the fierce heat for later on. Enjoying each other sensually, as men, as family for now. “That was… so awesome, Dads,” Brock said almost dreamily as we slowly soaped him up. “Amazing. I hope we do that again and again and again.” Dad and I chuckled at each other, kissed either side of his strong, slick neck. I’d said something very similar to Dad in our first post-coital shower together. “But one day… hopefully one day soon,” Brock went on, “I want to feel you both. Inside of me. Together.” Dad and I gaped at him. Sure. him and me had talked in very deep, dirty detail about just that, but that was just pervy dad fantasy stuff. Brock was dead serious about this, we could both tell. God damn, he really was every inch a Taylor man. I felt my cock rising slowly again, and I guess Dad’s was doing the same against Brock’s perfect jock ass, from the way our big hot kid grinned at us, kissed us both in turn, slow and deep. We pulled each other into a moaning, steamy, groping three-way clinch, and already I knew that there was going to be yet another unforgettable sexual moment for us, even sooner than we imagined. As Dad and I tasted our big, eager, horny son’s tongue together, I was already eager to make it happen.

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