Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 02:20:57 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: incest DILTF-Chapter 3-Greg's Story

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. This story involves
adult incest between fathers and sons. By reading this you are accepting of
this behavior in the fictional situation of this story.

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By R. A. Swain

DILTF--Chapter 3--Greg's Story

I guess I've thought about it since my boys were teenagers, but I never
thought I'd act on it. For one thing I never thought the opportunity would
arise, and I never thought my boys would be into it. So when the
opportunity did come up it took me by surprise.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Greg Watson, a divorced 42 year-old middle
manager in a consulting firm. My boys are Grant, a 21 year-old college
swimmer, and Gary, a 19 year-old college basketball player. They both go to
the same college back east, and I drove cross country to pick them up at
the end of the semester. It was a five day drive. We stopped for the night
in motels and I got to see my sons more as adults. Maybe I just didn't
recognize they were growing up, as I spent a lot of time working and wasn't
around much. I'd thought about them, as I said, but they were really
turning into hot looking men.

For the first day on the road after dinner we went to the motel room, got
undressed and climbed into bed.  I had a bed to myself, but my boys had to
share. Now I'll point out my sons and I have never been shy around one
another. So stripping down to our underwear or being naked in front of each
other wasn't a big deal. However, as I said, they were growing up, not the
teenage boys they had been the last time I'd seen them naked. Grant wore
black boxer-briefs that contoured nicely to his body. Gary was into baggy
boxers with cartoon characters on them.  I hadn't even considered my boys
were evaluating me in my tight white briefs, at least not at first.

The first night we were all tired and seemed to sleep, or at least I did. I
don't know about the boys. I know waking up in the morning I felt slightly
strange climbing out of bed with my morning wood bulging in my briefs and
walking to the bathroom past my sons bed, glancing toward then and seeing
Grant, the covers pulled back revealing his morning wood in his
boxer-briefs. I paused looking down at the outline of his cock in his
underwear and felt my own cock throb. I had the urge to reach out and touch
him. He stirred, groaning with the morning light beginning to shine in his
eyes. He opened them and saw me standing there looking down at him.

"Morning dad," he said, his voice filled with sleep. His eyes drifted down
my body to the bulge in my briefs and I turned from his view. It wasn't
that I had anything to be ashamed of, just that I wasn't sure letting my
son see my hard cock bulging in my briefs was such a good idea.

"Morning," I mumbled as I entered the bathroom.

After another long day of driving and talking I was getting to know a lot
more about my sons, I suppose doing the bonding thing. We talked about
school, and their plans, and my job, and their new step-dad, which was the
reason they were coming to stay with me over the break, as he wasn't
prepared to be a father to college aged boys. In truth I wasn't sure I was
prepared to be a father, but I was definitely getting the friend part
down. We talked as we drove, and eventually the talk turned to the topic of
sex. Grant teased Gary about some cheerleader who had a crush on him, and
Gary retaliated by teasing Grant about a teacher he had a crush on. I
didn't want to seem too interested in my sons' sex lives, but I did have
typical parental concerns. "I hope you guys are having safe sex," I said at
one point.

They both assured me they were. Gary laughed. "Does jerking off count as
safe sex? Because if it does, then Grant is super safe."

"Fuck you, man." Grant said. "I don't jerkoff any more than you do."

My boys had grown up. And they felt comfortable enough to joke about
jerking off in front of me, so I guess they were accepting me as a friend
as well as a father. "So dad, do you have a girlfriend?" Gary asked.

"I have had, occasionally," I said, "but no one serious. I'm too busy
working to send you to college."

"So do you practice safe sex?" Grant asked with a smirk.

I paused before answering. "From the sound of it, I practice it the same
way you do."

Gary laughed. Grant seemed stunned. "Dad!"

"What?" I asked.

"You're old. I didn't think guys your age even thought about sex."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Son, men think about sex their entire
lives. And I'm not old. Wait until you're 40. You'll be singing a different
tune."

"And still jerking off all the time," Gary added with a grin.

"Shut up, man," Grant said.

The drive was tiring, and I didn't feel like continuing on for the night so
we pulled into another motel after dinner. When we got to the room the boys
stripped down to their underwear; boxers and boxer-briefs
respectively. Gary was in baggy plaid boxers. Grant wore black
boxer-briefs. They took the bed next to the bathroom. I slowly shed my
shirt and then my pants, revealing my tight white briefs.

"Dad," Grant said, "those briefs are old fashion. You should get some like
mine."

I turned to face my sons. "What's wrong with these?"

Both boys laughed. "Well for one thing, they don't leave much to the
imagination." Gary said.

"Yeah, we can tell you're circumcised," added Grant.

"You guys knew that from when we all used to go skinny dipping years ago,"
I replied, flopping down on my bed. I looked at the television. "What are
we watching?"

"We were hoping you'd order us a movie," Gary said.

I glanced over at my sons. "You were? The only movies to order in this
motel are porn."

They both grinned at me. "Yeah," they replied.

I rolled over on my side to face them. "You expect your dad to buy you
porn?"

"Aw, come on. All the cool dad's order their sons porn flicks at motels,"
Grant said with a smirk.

I looked at my sons semi-naked bodies. Grant was lean from swimming, and
obviously shaved his chest. I wondered if he shaved everything? In
contrast, Gary was slightly more muscular, with a hairy chest and legs,
matching my slightly chunkier frame. I was still in good shape, but not
buffed like my sons. I also had more hair on my chest then either boy. "You
won't feel uncomfortable watching porn with your old man?" I asked. In the
back of my mind I'd already decided I'd do it if they pushed just a little,
but I didn't want to appear to give in too easy. After all, I am the
father. I have to maintain some sense of control, I reasoned with myself.

"Aw, come on dad," Gary said. "We watch porn all the time in the dorms with
our buddies. And you're more like a buddy to us now that we're
adults. Unless it weirds you out to watch porn with your sons."

"Dad's just afraid he'll pop a boner in front of us," Grant chided.

"All right, but only one movie. I'm not springing for hours of porn." I
said, catching them a bit by surprise.

"All right!" Grant said, grabbing the remote. He flipped through the
channels until we came to the adult ones. He tossed me the remote and I
pressed the proper buttons to enter my credit card number, then tossed the
remote back to the boys.

"You guys pick what interests you." I lay back on my bed, propped my pillow
up a little and watched as Grant scrolled down the movie lists. Not really
much in the way of choices, but after a few minutes they settled on a group
orgy film. Girls, guys, couples, solos, girl on girl and guy on guy. It was
pretty straight forward porn material. Naked bodies rolling around on the
floor and rubbing against each other.

I hadn't really given much of a thought to what I was watching until Grant
clearing his throat brought me back to reality. I realized I was lying on
the bed, with my hand groping my growing cock through my briefs. I slowly
glanced over at my sons who were both staring at me with funny smirks on
their faces.

"Looks like you really got into it, dad," Gary said.

>From the look of his tented boxers he was also into it. I noticed Grant
had a good size bulge in his boxer-briefs, like he had the other morning. I
looked down the length of my body to my cock which was growing harder and
tenting my briefs way up. I saw what the boys meant about my briefs leaving
little to the imagination. You could pretty much see the full outline of my
hard-on.

"Um, yeah," I replied, clearing my own throat and sitting up more, which
only made my boner more obvious.

"It's okay dad, we do this with our roomies all the time. It's no big
deal." Grant said.

"You get boners in front of your roommates all the time?" I said, not
knowing what to make of it. I was getting more turned on by the thought of
being hard in front of my sons. We returned to watching the film for a few
more moments until it ended.

"Wow," I said. "I guess it really got to me more than I thought it would."

"Are you gonna do anything about it," Grant asked. He was groping his cock
through his boxer-briefs.

"You mean jerkoff?" I asked.

"Yeah," Gary answered. "If you're shy and want to slip into the bathroom we
understand."

"I wasn't thinking about it," I lied. "I mean, I was just going to go to
sleep."

"Come on, Dad," Grant said. "If you're like me there's no way you'll get to
sleep without relief."

My son was right. I wasn't going to get to sleep without a good stroke
session, but talking about doing it in front of my sons was different than
the abstract subject of jerking off.  "What were you guys going to do about
your, ah, conditions?" I asked nodding toward their bulging crotches.

Grant shrugged. "We were going to wait until you fell asleep and then whip
`em out and stroke `em off."

"Dad, why don't you join us?" Gary asked.

I looked at my sons, feeling a little off balance when they spoke. "You're
inviting your old man to join you in a circle jerk?"

"Why not?" Grant asked. "We're all adults here. Besides, it's not like we
haven't seen each other naked. You skinny dipped with us when we were
younger."

"Yeah, it's just--"

"Just that we were kids back then and now you're afraid our dicks might put
yours to shame," Grant said.

I laughed. "I'm not afraid of letting you guys see my cock. It's a natural
thing, just jerking off in front of my sons is a little more than I ever
considered. It's not like I haven't been in circle jerks before, but you're
my sons."

Both boys looked a bit wide eyed. "You've been in circle jerks?"

"I went to college, and your Uncle Frank and I beat off together all the
time when we were younger than you."

"Let's do it," Grant said, bucking his hips up, looping his thumbs under
the waistband of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down allowing his cock to
spring up and slap against his flat stomach.

Gary matched his brother's movement pulling off his boxers and letting his
cock spring straight up in the air. "Come on dad, show us what you've got."

I looked at my sons seeing them for the first time as adults. Grant shaved
his cock, for swimming I assumed, making his cock look bigger. His balls
were beefy and hanging between his legs. Gary was more similar to me, a
little hair on top, but it looked like he too shaved his balls. He looked
to be bigger than his brother, and I realized both boys might be bigger
than I.

I shook my head. "I don't know. Jerking off in front of your kids is not
what most guys do."

"Yeah, but guys do sometimes jerkoff in front of their buddies, and we are
buddies." Gary reasoned for me. "Besides," he added. "We can practically
see your cock through those briefs, so take `em off. If you feel
uncomfortable you can stop."

I looked at my sons and then down at my bulging cock, and bucked my hips as
my sons had done before losing my nerve, slipping my thumbs under the
waistband of my briefs and shucking them down. My cock bobbed about in the
air in front of me. "Is this better?" I asked.

"Yeah dad," Grant said. "Looks like I was right. Our cocks look bigger than
yours."

"If I had a tape measure I'd prove you wrong," I replied, absentmindedly
reaching down and stroking my cock in front of my sons.

Grant leapt up off the bed. "Come on dad, stand up. Let's measure `em."

"Measure `em?" I was slowly standing up to face my son.

"Sure. Come on." He stepped closer to me until our cocks were pressed
together between us. I looked into his eyes as he reached between us and
wrapped his hand around both our cocks and stroked them a little. I
couldn't believe how good it felt to have my son's hand on my cock, or feel
his cock pressed against mine. We both looked down between us and I saw his
tip was slightly above mine.

I looked at Gary lying on the bed stroking his cock. "Come on, Gary," I
said. "Let's see how you measure up to me."

He hopped up and without hesitation stepped forward and pressed his cock
against mine. It was obvious he was at least two inches longer than me. He
too fisted both our cocks and jerked them. I looked down at our cocks as he
stroked them together. Glancing to the side I saw Grant standing their
stroking his cock and reached out for it, taking his cock in my hand for
the first time. I began stroking him the same way Gary was stroking he and
I.

My mind was racing. I was actually jerking my sons off, and being jerked
off by my sons. I told myself it was wrong, but I was horny and it felt
right. I wasn't a stranger to man sex, having had more than my share of
head in the glory holes in local bookstores and the adult theaters in my
area.  I'd gotten into a lot more, and never gave it much thought beyond
getting off, but this was different. This time I was having sex with my
sons, and society told me it was wrong, even though they were
adults. Apparently they had done stuff like this before, because within a
few moments my boys had guided me back onto my bed and were working over my
cock and body with their hands.

"You like this, dad?" Grant asked, pinching my left nipple.

I moaned. "Yeah, I do." I reached out for his cock again and stroked it. "I
just know it's wrong."

"How can it be wrong when it feels so right?" Grant asked.

The ageless question of morality had sprung up. Just because something
feels good, or right doesn't make it so. Yet his hands on my body did feel
good. And his brother jerking me off felt better than any other handjob I'd
had from countless strangers over the years. It wasn't a stretch to go to
the next step, with Grant kneeling next to me, his cock so close. I had the
chance and I knew I had to take it.

"Bring your cock up here," I said. "If we're gonna do this we might as well
experience it all."

Grant and Gary exchanged glances and smiles. "Cool," Grant said, guiding
his cock toward my face. I hadn't expected it, or thought about it, but as
I opened my mouth to take Grant's cock I felt Gray's mouth engulf my
cock. This took me by surprise, but also the thought that mine wasn't the
first cock my son had sucked. A cocksucker knows another cocksucker, and
Gary definitely had experience.

I closed my eyes and took Grant into my mouth giving him the benefit of my
years of experience having sucked my share of cocks in those same glory
holes where I got my cock sucked. I listened to the rhythmic breathing of
my sons and the sucking sounds as I slathered Grant's cock with my spit. It
was hard, and long and thicker than my own, and I didn't hesitate to enjoy
it down my throat. I'd gone this far, I figured, and there was no reason to
give into guilt until later. Regrets would hurt, but for the moment sucking
my son's cock while my other son sucked mine was just too good of a feeling
to ever pass up.

Grant groaned and I took a breath. "Hey, Gary, come up here and let me take
turns sucking you both off." The words came out of my mouth as easily as my
sons cocks slipped into my mouth.

Now I lay there between my kneeling sons with their cocks in my face. I'd
been in scenes like this before, but never with my sons. I was turned on
more than I ever imagined as I alternated between Grant and Gary. Both
their cocks were longer than mine and thicker, and felt wonderful in my
mouth.

"Yeah dad, suck my dick," Gray groaned. "Eat it. Yeah."

Grant lay down next to me and began sucking on my cock. I worked on Gary's
hot young meat for a moment and then he too lay down and he and Grant began
working my cock between their mouths. Having both my sons' mouths on my
cock at the same time was amazing. I couldn't hold back. "I'm gonna cum," I
moaned.

I felt one of them grab my cock and begin stroking it faster and faster. A
few strokes and I shot my load all over my chest and stomach, moaning with
a guttural pleasure I didn't know I had. I ground my hips upward into my
son's hand, feeling him squeeze my cock.

"Yeah dad!" Grant said. "That was fuckin' hot."

"Yeah." Gary said. "I never imagined you'd cum so much."

"Yeah," said breathlessly. "Neither did I."

I looked at my sons' cocks, both rock hard, and reached for them, jerking
them as they got up on their knees and knelt over me. I stroked their cock
until Grant grabbed his cock from me and shot his load across my stomach
and chest. The sight of him cumming on me triggered his brother, because I
felt Gary's cock throb in my hand and begin spurting his cum across my
body. My boys were enjoying themselves as much as I enjoyed myself. They
collapsed on the bed and I wrapped my arms around them. "Guys, that was
fantastic."

We fell asleep on my bed, waking several hours later covered in cum and in
each other's arms.