Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 21:39:40 -0700
From: trip carver <tripcarver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Shawn and Dad, chap. 6 (take 2)

Please note, all the characters in this story are fictional.  All rights to
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Comments and plot suggestions are gladly welcomed.  Please send them to me
at "tripcarver@hotmail.com"

I hope you enjoy my story, I'm having a great time writing it.  One thing
I'm learning is that even though I write from an outline, some idea of
where I want to go, sometimes the story takes off on its own, going places
I hadn't previously thought off.  There's something to be said for
spontaneity.  I think you'll like it all the more.  --Trip.

Chapter 6 picks up where chapter 5 left off.  In Dad's study after dinner,
Dad had Trip "take care" of his older brother, instructing him in giving
the young wrestler a world-class blow job.  After some cum-cleaning, Dad
suggests the boys use the large shower in the study's bathroom to get
cleaned up.  As they're heading in there, Shawn notices this hose attached
to the shower, and asks Dad what it is, and Dad says it's called a shower
shot, as he goes to get some extra towels.

(Also note: this chapter is written from Dad's point of view.)

"Me and Shawn and Dad"

Chapter 6 - - -

I left the boys for a moment or two to go down the hall to get some extra
towels.  When I got back, Shawn was in the shower, and his brother was
sitting on the john.  Well, not `on the john' on the john, but just sitting
on the seat, waiting.

"Thought I told you boys to shower up," I say to my youngest,
authoritatively.

"Yeah, Dad, but Shawn said I hadda wait, that since he just came, he should
get to go first," Trip replied, a little pissed off.

"Hey Shawn!," I call out as I reach for the shower door, and pull it open.
"I told you boys to shower together," just a little anger in my voice.  Not
trying to scare them off.  I got plans.

"Aww, Dad, do we hafta?  It's so, like, we're not like little kids anymore,
we can shower ourselves."  Gotta so something about that whininess in him,
but in the mean-time... Damn he's fine looking kid, all wet in the shower,
dick hanging down.

"No, no, you're missing the point.  It's not that you have to shower
together," I say, emphasizing the `have to,' "it's that you get to," with
an extra stress on the `get.'  The boys just look at each other.

I look at the boys in that moment.  Shawn's all wet from the shower, the
water making his skin shiny, plastering down the little bit of hair
starting to grow in between his pecs - yeah, wrestling on the team is doing
him good.  He's got nipples like mine, like little stubs.  Wonder if he's
found them yet, and how much fun they can be? Going to have to make sure he
does. A nice teenage six-pack, not too much, just enough so you know he's
serious.  A furry belly, all matted down now from the shower.  Huh, even at
this age, I guess I forgot how soon they develop.  A real sexy pleasure
trail down to his bush, itself rich and thick with youth.  His cock, now
soft is just hanging down easy over his balls, hmm, the boy does seem to
have a nice big set of nuts on him.  Even soft, his cock is showing well.
Plump, giving a good hint of what's in store.  Seeing it in his brother's
mouth before, watching him fuck his bother's face, he's got one hot dick on
him, and it looks like he knows how to use it too.  Man, a what a load he
let loose with! Wow!  But the boy was kind of worked up, blowing his
brother earlier, then watching me work Trip's little ass. Oh, his ass,
going to have to get a closer look later.  Yeah, that'll come, I got a nice
sloppy surprise in store for the boys. Then I made him wait all that time
during dinner, my checking him out - damn that was fun.  Trip's kiss,
licking down his body, giving him head.  Yeah, the kid's alright.  I look
down, see his wet legs, powerful young thighs, furry-wet, damn, sexy.  I
look at my other son.

Trip, the younger one, not as developed as his brother, but still you can
see where he's heading, and it's looking good.  His boy-pecs coming in,
finding their definition.  He's got the greatest nipples too - each a
little pin-point on a field of darker skin, just enough to highlight.
Lucky kid. A nice flat tummy, the beginning of a respectable six-pack just
barely starting to make its intentions known.  Sexy kid, wonder if he's
aware of that yet?  Probably not. Cutest dick, poking out over his balls.
He's more of a grow-er, his brother more of a show-er.  Yeah, Trip's like
me, and Shawn's like his uncle Kevin.  Trip's balls, small, tight in their
pink sack. And he does have the cutest boy-ass ever.  Not hard and muscled
yet, but soft, more pliable, full.  Damn it was great playing with
it. Finger-fucking it.  And his ever-so-perfect boy hole!  Wow, that was
something before, playing in his tight little hole.  Can't wait till later.
And he was really getting into it, even made his shoot.  But, fuck, at his
age a whisper can make a horny boy shoot.

"Hey Dad?," Shawn's voice.

"Huh?"  Oh sorry guys, just got a little distracted."  I could see the boys
looking at me, wondering what's going on.  Oh yeah, the shower. Together.
"Yeah boys, like I said, I want you two to shower together, and besides,
it's more fun that way.  You could wash each other's backs, help each other
out . . ."

"Help each other out? Like how Dad?"  That was Trip.  The kid just isn't
getting it yet.  A quick glance at Shawn, and his face is a blank too.  But
then,

"Dad, could ya, like, show us what ya mean?," Trip asked.  I think I hear
the beginning of something there.

"Yeah Dad," Shawn this time, "Help each other out?  Whadda ya mean?"  He
turns off the water, his hand heading for his dick.  He's getting it.

"Yeah Dad, Shawn's right.  Show us what ya mean."  Trip's dick is starting,
just a little, to stiffen up a bit.  He gets off the toilet seat and comes
to stand by his brother, next to the open shower door, one hand on his
brother's shoulder, the other on his boy-dick, just starting to come to
life.  They're facing me.  The two boys look at each other, then at me.
Glad to see the fraternal bonding.  Wondering if I'm ready for this yet.

Yeah, it's time.  My dick agrees, I feel it stir in my boxers.

"OK, boys, you got a point, let me show you."  And with that I start to
unbutton my shirt.  The boys are watching, waiting.  They've seen my chest
before, plenty of times, especially when we go up to the lake house in the
summer.  But they've never seen me bare-ass naked before.  Never seen their
dad's dick, balls, ass.  Might as well make it worth the wait.  The shirt
comes off, and I turn and reach over and hang it on the bathroom door knob.
I turn back to face the boys.  Shoes, socks next.  I lift my feet up, one
after the other, to take off my shoes and socks, throwing them against the
wall.  I unfasten my detective badge.

"Here, Trip, take this.  Lay it over there on the counter by the sink."  I
give the badge to Trip, and he's almost reverent in how he takes it, gently
in both hands, like it could break. But damn, if his dick didn't just poke
out even a bit more. "Thanks son."

"Sure Dad," he practically whispers as he joins his brother again.
Watching me undress, waiting to see my dick. I feel myself plumping up even
more.

I go for the belt, unbuckle it, pull it from my pants, a little slower than
need be.

It's working, the boys are watching, carefully.  They're waiting to see the
good part.  Have to stretch it out, make `em wait for it.  My hands find
the button on my pants.  I undo it.  I'm looking down at what I'm doing,
but I sneak a quick peak at the boys.  Their attention is on my fly.  Good.
These slacks have more - there's a clip too, and another button on a little
flap and inch or so down.  Like they were made for a moment just like this.
I undo the clip, and slowly unzip the fly. Take my hands to the last button
to undo it too, but first, still looking down, ever so subtly, brush
against the bulge in my boxers, the bulge of my dick.  I look up.  The boys
don't, they're still focused on the open pants, the open fly, the last
button holding it together, the bulge.  My hands fumble on that button.
Got an idea.  Oh, this'll be good.

"Shawn," I ask my eldest, "this button's always a little stubborn.  Help me
out?"

"Yeah Dad, uh, sure, Dad, whatever," he says snapping out of his
concentration.  But he's still standing there.

"Over here son, help me out with this button.  But dry your hands first."

He lets go of his dick, and goes for a towel, and damn if his dick isn't
almost all the way hard, curving up out of his crotch, his balls still
loose, hanging, really hanging.  Kid's got some bull balls on him.  He
comes over and reaches for my fly, looking at it, so concentrated, so
intensely, his tongue just poking out from between his tight lips.  His
hands are on my fly, his fingers fumbling with the button, trying to push
it through its buttonhole.  Both hands, four fingers, working this one
little stubborn button, bumping against my bulging dick.  I'm watching
him. He can't not feel my cock through my boxers against the back of his
hand.  The button comes free, the fly opens all the way, the pants slide
down, his hands on my cloth-covered dick, his eyes now looking into mine.

"Yeah son, like this."  I reach down and take his hand in mine, rubbing it
over my bulging cock in my boxers. "Make it count son, take your time, feel
it, rub it, massage it, knead it, make it last." I control his hand on my
bulge, rubbing it around, squeezing it lightly.  I feel him taking it in,
feeling his dad's - my - cock through my boxers. "That's the way, now
you're catching on.  This all adds to the pleasure, to the fun.  It's part
of foreplay, builds anticipation, increases the erotic energy."  I drop my
hand, and he continues to work my bulging dick.  His gaze is glued to my
crotch.  I look over at Trip.

He's stroking his dick now kind of quickly, as a stream of boy-juice starts
it way out of his cute little pee-hole.  His gaze too is on his brother's
hand, on my crotch.  His left hand, just hanging by his side.

"Trip," I call his name softly.  He abruptly stops stroking, immediately
looks guilty.

"No son, I mean, it's ok, it's good, jack your cock, but try this.  Try
doing it real slow, draw it out, make it last. You don't want to cum real
quick."  He looks up at me like I said the worst thing.  "Go ahead, try it
that way. Slow, steady, sensuous."  And he does.  His right hand goes back
on his boy-dick, and strokes it, a bit slower now.  "Yeah, that's the way.
Better?"

"Yeah Dad, it is, thanks."

Shawn's kneeling in front of me now, on one knee, the other leg a right
angle for balance.  Still kneading, feeling, squeezing, massaging me.  His
dick is so hot sticking up, curving against his belly now, so hot.  He's
caught on good, my dick's almost ready to burst.

"Hey Dad," he says, not taking his eyes off my crotch.  "You got a real wet
spot there, at the tip of your dick." And he touches just there, where the
tip of my leaking dick has made a wet spot on my boxers.

I take a quick sharp in-breath of air through my clenched teeth. He takes
the pad of his thumb, and touches there again, rubbing it, just a stroke.
Another sharp in-breath.  Damn, this boy catches on quick.

"Like that Dad?"  Is that good foreplay?

"Yes son, that's real good.  Real good." Rub. In-breath. "Want to take it
up a notch?"  I don't believe I'm about to suggest this.  Rub, In-breath.

"Sure, whatcha have in mind?"

"Lick it."

Rub.  In-breath, "Sure, like, right through your boxers?" Rub, In-breath.

"Yeah."

He sticks his tongue out, barely touches the cloth covering my fucking hard
dick, and licks.

"Harder, son."

Tongue again, firmer, harder.  -lick-. Oh fuck yeah.

"Yeah, son, like that."

"Yeah Dad, just like that." -lick- harder still.

Oh yeah, fuck. -lick- He's going faster now with the licks.  It's good,
it's too good. -lick-. He's gonna bring -lick- me off -lick-.

"Slow it down son, it's good, too good, but slow. . ."

-lick-

". . .it down." -lick- "Yeah."

"Hey Dad?"  it's Trip.  "Can I try it?"

"Uh, sure, son, that'd be great.  Shawn, move over, let your brother take a
turn."  Shawn stays down by my dick, and moves over, barely.  Trip gets
down there quickly, kneeling up on both knees, puts his hands on my hips to
steady himself.  His dick is hard, straight out, dripping just a little
line of boy-juice.  He must have been paying close attention, `cause he
goes right to it with a tentative lick.

"Ewww, it's all wet and gooey."  Trip backs off, the taste of my bulging
shorts saturated with his brothers spit not quite to his liking.  I get it.
"Dad, it's all like wet and gooey, and tastes like Shawn's spit and
all. Ewwww."

"Yeah son, I understand.  How about..." And Shawn cuts me off.

"How about the real thing Dad.  It's time."

"The real thing?" I'm playing with him.  I know just what he means.  And it
is time.

"Yeah, you know, your dick," Shawn says, still at my crotch, on one knee,
hands on his little brother for balance, looking up at me.  The kid looks
hungry.

"Yeah Dad, we want to see your dick," Trip pipes up, his hands still on my
hips, at the waistband of my shorts. Ready.  His dick still hard.
Dripping.  The line of boy-juice a little longer now.

"Ok boys.  Trip, let go," I say, and Trip lets go of my hips, and I inch
back just a bit.  My pants are crumpled on the floor at me feet.  I step
out of my them, one leg, then the other, and kick them out of the way.  I'm
now standing in just my boxers. Hands at my sides.  My hard dick, you can't
miss it, a big wet spot thanks to Shawn's expert licking.  The boys' eyes
are stuck on my wet bulge.  I'm looking at their eyes.  My hands reach for
the waistband, one side in each hand. Slowly, I inch my shorts down, one
side more than the other, then the other side.  Both boys are stroking
their dicks, watching.  Shawn's mouth is just open, Trip, I believe, is
almost panting. Pubes come visible.  I pull my shorts down more, it's
trapping my cock downward.  The base of my dick shows now.  More shorts.
More dick shaft, more, more, the waist of my shorts is just at the ridge of
the head of my dick, holding it there.  I pause, looking at the boys.
They're looking at my dick. Both of them hungry now.  Both stroking their
own dicks.  So fucking hot.

Off.  I slide my boxers all the way off.  My dick dives down with the last
pull of the boxers, then springs back up, slaps my hard furry belly,
leaving a dollop of dad-juice just under my belly button where it hit.  I
bend over and lift my legs up to get the boxers out of the way, and stand
back up, my left hand on my dick, my thumb rubbing the juice at the
tip. I'm looking at my boys.

Shawn's first.  "Whoooooa.  Nice dick, Dad."  My cock is one of those real
fat ones.  My brother Travis calls it a beer-can cock.  It's not as long as
some others, as his for instance, but it is a fireplug of a dick, and it
does fill a man's ass tight, real tight. I'm cut, with a nice, pink,
sensitive, fat head, a solid shaft, full balls.  Keep `em shaved.  Wonder
if the boys'll notice.  Usually more often than not, loose in their sack,
but tonight, with all that's been going on, they're a little pulled up,
tense, almost ready to blow. There's still a little pre-cum on the tip of
my dick.

"Yeah Dad, nice cock. I wanna, can I, uh, Dad, can I, you know, ohhh" Poor
Trip, so frustrated.

"What son?"  I think I know exactly what.  I move my gaze from my son's
face down to my dick.  I don't stop stroking, real slow.  My thumb brushes
over the head, I play with the dad-juice there, get a drop on my thumb,
bring it to my lips, and suck it in.  I turn my face to my youngest.  "What
do you want Trip?"

"Dad, can I suck your cock?"  He just blurts out.  Still jacking on his
boy-meat.  Man, he's becoming a hungry horny kid.  He just had his
brother's dick, couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago.  And now
he wants his dad's.  But I know I'll blow too quickly if he takes my dick
in his teenage mouth.

"Let's hold off just a bit.  We were heading into the shower, remember.  We
were going to take a shower.  I was going to show you how to help each
other out in the shower.  Right?"

"Yeah Dad, I guess so," Trip says, the disappointment evident in his voice,
as he lets go of his cock.  Poor boy, he really wanted some more dick.  His
own cock's lost some of its hardness now.

"Yeah Dad, show up what you mean," Shawn adds in, his cock drooping a bit
now too.  "And you were going to tell us what that shower shot thing is,
too."

Oh yeah, that.  Almost forgot about that.  I walk past the boys and head
into the shower.  Boy, am I glad I put in this oversized shower stall,
easily big enough for the three of us.  I get the water going, adjust the
temperature and turn to the boys.  They're focused on my ass.

"Dad, what's that?"

Damn, I keep forgetting about that. "Well son, before you were born, when
your mother and I were dating, once we realized that we loved each other
very much, we decided to show our love for each other in a very special,
private way.  Take a closer look.  Tell me what you see."

Shawn moves in closer to my right butt cheek, and reaches out and touches
the tattoo there, smack dab in the middle of my butt cheek.  Hmm, nice
touch.

"It's a butterfly Dad, and underneath it, it, it says `Julia.'  That's Mom!
You have a butterfly tattoo on your ass with Mom's name on it!," he says,
kind of excited.  I guess he wasn't expecting that.  And he continues to
feel it, rub it, and it continues to feel nice when he does.

"Let me see, let me see it too!," Trip practically shoves his brother out
of the way to get a close look.  He rubs it too, feeling his dad's ass
cheeks in his boy hand. "Coooool. That's real cool Dad.  Does it hurt?"

No, but your hand on my ass feels reeeal sweet.  "No, I don't feel it at
all anymore, but when I first got it, it hurt for a little while, while it
healed.  Your Mom got really good at making me feel better though, and
well, here you two are," I say with - I admit it - a classic shit-eating
grin.

"You mean you had us from getting a tattoo?," Trip doesn't quite get it
yet.

"No twerp, you don't have babies from getting a tattoo," Shawn jumps in.
"Dad's just saying that when he got the tattoo, Mom would make him feel
better while it healed, and Dad got all horny and then they fucked and then
they had me and then they fucked some more, and then they had you.  That
right Dad?"

I was doing my best not to break out laughing, but I couldn't help it.  I
just started giggling, and that led to more laughter, and then both boys
started in.  "Yeah, something like that."  More giggling and laughter, and
three soft dicks.

"Ok, guys.  Let's hit the shower," I say as I make room for my two boys to
join me in the shower.  They come in, and Trip's the one who ends up under
the spray first. I take some shampoo in my hands, and rub it in his scalp,
start a little scalp massage.  He wasn't expecting that yet, and I can feel
a little twitch.  But he soon gives into my fingers' work.

"Like that, son?"

"Yeah Dad," he says, leaning back into me a bit. "Feels kinda nice you
rubbing my head like that."

"I'm massaging your scalp," I correct him with a smile in my voice.  "Keep
your eyes closed so they don't get shampoo in them."

"Shawn, tell you what," I turn to my other boy, who's just started to soap
up his arms.  "Why don't you start on your bother's front, and I'll work
down the back."

"You want me to wash Trip?"  He asks in that teenage tone they use, like I
told him to do something terrible and beyond gross.

I see Trip's face.  He's smiling.

"Yeah, son.  We'll do Trip, then Trip and I can do you, then..."

"Me and Shawn get to do you Dad?"  Trip, like a young boy at Christmas
time.  Eyes pop open.

"Yeah, that's the plan," I answer Trip and peek down his front, and damn,
if his boy-dick isn't starting to plump up again.

"Well, I guess so," Shawn gives in.  "But I call dibs!"  He now sounds all
excited.

"Dibs on what?," Trip and I just about together.

"Dibs on Dad's front.  You can have his hairy ass Trip, I get his dick."

"Aww Dad, that's not fair," Trip whines.  But his dick is no softer, and
his hand's gone back to it.

Wow, my boys are about to fight over who gets to wash my dick.  Never saw
this coming.

"Well, Trip, don't worry, I'm sure we can do this again, and next time you
boys can switch.  Besides, you'll get to do Shawn's dick in a few minutes."
Lucky kid.  I'm still massaging his scalp, but get ready to move down.  I
reach for the shower gel, squirt a little on the boy's neck, upper back...

"Hey! That's cold!"  Trip says with a squeal.

"Take it son, close your eyes.  Enjoy it."

I pass the gel to Shawn.  "Here you go Shawn, start on his chest, make sure
you get his arm, his pits..."

"Ewwwww."

Kids.

"... his pits, his stomach, all the way down.  Wash his dick well, and
remember, he's doing you next."

"Yeah Shawny, wash my dick really good," Trip says, almost dreamy, my scalp
massage doing its magic.

"Shut up squirt before I wash your mouth," Shawn responds playfully.
They're alright.

I start in on my youngest's neck, his shoulders, his upper back.  I feel
him relaxing into me, my touch, his eyes still closed. I look around and
Shawn's actually doing a fair job, washing his brother's chest.  Getting
into it.

"Shawn," I call out in a loud whisper.  He looks at me.

"Flick his nipples," I suggest to him, motioning with my fingers.  He sees
me, and smiles.

"Sure," he mouths back.

Shawn does just that, and Trip shudders, goes with the sensation.  Shawn
and I look at each other and nod.  He keeps on washing down his brother's
front side, pecs and upper chest, tummy, down to the groin.  I'm watching
from behind and he's really into it, squatting down now, level with his
brothers hard dick, washing, scratching, around the cock.  Trip's standing
sideways to the shower, so the water's hitting his right shoulder,
breaking, washing a little down his front, a little down his back.

Trip's totally relaxed, leaning back into me.  I'm getting a little spray
from the shower, but it's fine.  My hard dick is reaching out into the
space of the curve of his lower back.  If he was just a little taller... Or
I could squat down just a little, let my dick graze, just barely tease his
. . .

"Dad?" It's Shawn, looking up from his brother's groin, the dick just
inches from his face.  The shower water lightly spraying him too.  My face
finds his, and I know what he's going to ask.

"No son, I think we've done enough with your poor brother today."

"Pleeease,?" he whispers loudly over the din of the running shower.  Is
Trip aware, does he know what his brother's asking.  "Just a taste.
Pleeeeese?"

"Yeah Dad, please?"  Oh yeah, Trip's aware.  "Just a taste.  Let Shawny
suck my dick, just a little.  Pleeeeease?"

God, don't these boys get enough?  Well, not a fair question really,
considering the setting.  Oh, why not, let him another swipe at his younger
brother's dick.  But then we do really need to get going.  Still have to do
Shawn, and I can't wait for my boys to do me.  Aww fuck, why not?

"Sure son, just a taste, just a quick suck of your brother's hard cock,
back in your mouth.  Tell you what, I'll give you three minutes, cause we
still have to do you, and then me, and it's. . .

Before I could finish, a "Yeah!"  erupts from Shawn as he leans in, opens
his mouth, and takes his brother's dick in, all the way to the pubes.
Fuck!  How'd he get so good so quick?

"One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi," I start counting.
Shawn looks up at me, gives me a look, as if to say, Really?
"Four-Mississippi, five..."

"Aww Dad, let him just suck my dick."

And he is, and doing a fine job of it too. "Six-Mississippi.
Seven-Mississippi." Three minutes, let's see, that's about 180
Mississippis, and, oh fuck it.  I'll just stop them when it's time.  Let
them enjoy it.

"You got about two minutes left boys," I warn them.  Shawn picks up the
pace, Trip's holding onto his head, guiding him.  He's not going to try to
shoot off in that time?  Is he?  Can he?  Kids. Shawn's doing a real good
job, sucking hard, stroking the dick with his hand as his mouth pulls off,
plunging all the way down again.  Trips' really into it too, making little
fuck motions with his sexy boy hips, following his brother's mouth, or
maybe the other way around.  I'm still standing behind Trip, he's still
leaning into me.

"About a minute to go, boys."  Curious to see where this goes, what happens
when I stop them after three minutes, if I stop them, if I even can stop
them.  Finally: "Ok boys, three minutes, wrap it up."

"Daaaad!"  Trip twists his head to look at me, a look of hunger,
longing. Fuck, pure boy horniness.

"Dddaaahhhhmmmmmfffffddd," Shawn says, not taking his mouth off his
brother's hard dick, going faster now, sucking, pulling back, jacking the
wet slimey dick.

"Boys.  Now!  Shawn pull off, back away. Now!"

"Daaaad Noooooo!," Trip's at the edge, he's going to come. Again. Fuck.

I place my hands firmly on Trip's shoulders, pull him back, trying to get
his dick out of his brother's mouth.  It's not working, Shawn is glued
there, holding on tight to his younger brother's balls, still sucking the
boy's cock.  He's a boy in heat, he's not giving in an inch.  If Trip's
going to come, again, then fuck it, I want that load! Time to get physical.

I make sure Trip's standing ok, so when I move out from behind him, he's
not going to fall.  Ok, he's good.  I move out from behind him, he's
startled, but doesn't lose his footing in the spray of the shower. I turn
the water off finally. I come around to his front, squat down next to
Shawn.  Damn my dick's hard.

"Shawn, pull off.  Now."  I repeat what I just said.  He turns to look at
me.  Dick still in mouth.  Trip looks down at me, ready to explode, or cry,
or something. Then I say,

"I want this one.  Shawn.  Off.  Now."

Shawn's incredulous expression is priceless as he stares at me.  It takes
him a second.  He stops sucking, stops stroking, he just holds his
brother's dick in his mouth, his own dick as hard as his brother's.  My
dick's harder.  Damn hard.

"Shawn."  I give him my most serious cop look.  It works.  He lets go with
his hand, pulls his head off his brother's cock, backs up still in a squat.
Then, oh, God bless my boy, he takes up Trip's dick again in his hand and
offers it in my direction.  Trip is just staring down, breathing hard, his
belly expanding and contracting.  His mouth is open wide, his eyes, wider.
I could cry.

But I don't, I'm too horned-up to. Too eager to suck my boy's dick.
Finally.  I get into position right in front of the boy, his hard dick
still being held by his brother's hand.

"Thanks son, I got it from here."  Shawn lets go of Trip's dick. It hangs
there, throbbing, waiting. I lean in, my tongue first making contact with
the head, the beautiful, soft, pink, spongy head of my son's cock.  I twirl
the tongue around, tasting dick, pre-cum, Shawn's saliva.  My mouth open, I
let my tongue roll along the bottom, feeling the young vein, newly there,
and let cock enter my mouth.

"Hold as still as you can son, let me do the work," I instruct Trip, not
breaking my concentration.

I close my lips around the young dick, feel its hardness and the softness
of the skin, letting it find its way deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling
around it, guiding it in deeper and deeper.

"Hmmmmmmm." Me, with Trip's dick now all the way in my mouth, my lips at
his sweet, young, wet, pubes.

"Ahhhhhhhhh."  Trip, feeling his dick in his Dad's mouth for the first
time, since, well, for the first time.

"Fuuuuuck."  Shawn, watching this, squatting down, one hand on his dick,
the other on my shoulder for balance.

I slowly pull my mouth back, till just the tip is still in, just on the
other side of my lips.  I tease his head, and his piss slit with my tongue.
Fuck, that feels fine.

"Oh Daaad."

I keep swirling, teasing.  I pull off for a second, staring at this
beautiful, full, hard, young cock in front of me. I take it in my hand,
stroke it, lick it, take it back in my mouth.  Time to bring it home.  I
start sucking again, hard, start pistoning my face up and down the shaft,
my hand following, tongue swirling wherever it can.  Sucking, fucking my
face on my boy's dick, stroking, sucking, fucking, stroking.  Damn, I can't
get enough.  I want this to go on and on, sucking, fucking, stroking, oh,
fuuuuck.  Sucking hard, stroking.  I let my hand find his balls.  Yeah, I
thought so, tight in their little pouch, ready to pull up and release.  I
gently squeeze the tight little ball sack,

"Uuunnnnngggnnnnn," Trip sucking air into his lungs through clenched
teeth..

I squeeze again.  And the noise again.  Sucking.  My hand finding its way
under and beyond the balls, to his ass.  I can practically hold his entire
ass, both boy ass-cheeks in my one big cop hand.  Damn, they feel fine.  I
let my fuck-finger find his crack, like before.  Let it find the boy-hole,
like before.  Tease the hole, like before.  Still sucking, fucking my face
on his boy-dick.

"Dad, I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm close Dad, I'm gonna blow, gonna shoot again,
Daaaaaaaaad!"

My finger's at his hole, the rest of my hand, holding his sweet boy-ass.
My mouth, half-way down his shaft, my tongue, swiping the underside of his
head, and then . . .

"Daaaaaaaaddddddd."  I don't believe it.  A strong shot of boy-cum shoots
out of his dick head, on my tongue, in my mouth.  And another.  Another.
Not enough this time to fill my mouth, but enough for a hearty taste.  I
hold still, letting his boy-cock dribble out the rest of his load.  I
swallow, start to rub my tongue on his dick.

"Dad!  Owwwww.  That hurts!"  Oh yeah, forget sometimes how sensitive a
boy's dick is just after coming.  I open my mouth carefully, pull back, and
look up.

"Yeah, sorry son, getting carried away.  I forget how. . . "

"Daaaaad!  That's Shawn.  Damn, almost forget he was there.  He's still
squatting down next to me, I turn to face him. His eyes are closed, his
mouth's open, his hand almost a blur on his dick.  Fuck, is he ready to
blow too?

"Shawn?"  I place a hand on his shoulder, his eyes fly open, still jacking
his dick like it's on fire.

"Dad, that was so fucking hot, you blowing Trip like that, an' fingerin'
his ass, an' suckin' his cock, and him fuckin' your face, an' you takin'
his load, an' . . . Oh Dad, I'm so close, Dad!"

"Stand up son."

"Huh?"

"Stand up son.  Just do it.  Quickly."  Fuck yeah, more boy-juice!

"Yeah, uhhh, Ok, Dad."  He stands up. I reach over, turn him to face me, my
face just level with his dick.  I stare at it for just a second.  Look up,
see his eyes staring back down at me, then I reach my tongue out . . .

"Oh Dad!"

. . .  swirl the tip of his dick.  No time for niceties now.  I take his
had dick in my hand, it wants to curve up, so I force it down, I know how
to do this, had lots of practice with Kevin.  I open my mouth, tongue out.
My tongue makes contact first, followed by my lips, tight against his
shaft.  Wow, that big vein along the top, like a cum-tube, really developed
and pronounced.  Yummy. And like I just did with Trip, I suck hard on his
dick, my tongue swirling wherever it can, pistoning down his shaft, back
up, sucking, stroking with my hand, sucking.  He takes my head in my hands.

"Let me Dad.  Let me fuck your face."

"Yeah, wow, Dad, Shawny's like fucking your face."

God bless my boys.

And fuck my face he does, driving his hard curved dick all the way in, my
lips mashing against his pubic bone, my nose in his hair, and back again,
and in again, and back, his balls washing against my chin. On the next
in-stroke, he holds me there, tight against his crotch, his dick buried in
my throat, my nose in his pubes, his balls resting on my chin.  He kind of
wiggles his hips, his dick hitting all over inside in my mouth, holding me
tight to his groin. Fuck yeah. I start to gag. He lets go, I pull back,
open my mouth, take a gasp of air.  Breathe.

"Dad, you ok? You alright?"  He's worried he's hurt me.

"I'm ok, son, just gotta catch my breath."  And with that I take a big
breath in, and dive back on his dick.  This time, I'm driving.  Sucking,
stroking, licking, fucking my face on my older son's dick.  Just like I did
with his brother not five minutes ago.  And it seems to be working.  He's
breathing heavier now, I can feel his dick throbbing in my mouth.  Ass.
Gotta get to his ass, balls too.  And like I did with Trip, I reach my hand
out, find his nuts.  Damn!  He does have a nice big sack of nuts, even when
he's all horned up and fucking his dad's face, his balls are still big and
loose, and damn, they feel fine.  I tug them, squeeze them, gently.

"Dad!"

I pull off his dick, my hand still on his balls.  I look up at him.  He's
looking down, not sure if he's hurting or liking it or what.

"My balls.  You're like, tugging on my balls!"

"Yeah, son, I am.  You got real great tugable balls."

"Whooooooa."  Trip's watching all this, his hand playing with his dick,
which is finally, not that hard anymore.

Shawn and I look at each other for a moment.  He grins. I tug, and swoop
back down on his dick, taking it deep in my mouth again.  Shit, his balls
are too much fun, his cock and ass can wait.  I pull off his dick, take it
in my hand, and lift it up, out of the way, my hungry mouth heading for my
son's fucking bull balls.

Again, my tongue makes contact first, swabbing all over the sack, feeling
the hair, the skin, the nuts in their pouch.  I open my mouth, take one
ball in, letting it rest on my tongue, my eyes, looking up, meeting my
son's.  He's almost in shock, mouth open, eyes open. I make a motion with
my head, as if to say, is this ok, should I keep going?  He gets
it. Nods. Ahhh.

I close my lips around his one nut, make a tight ring with my lips, tug,
pull, all the while my tongue is practically assaulting his boy ball.  I
open my mouth, let that ball slip out. Take aim for the other one.  Same
process, tongue first, gentle. Then draw it into my mouth, let my lips
close around it.  Oh, this is sweet! Tug on it, pull on it, all the while
washing it with my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmuuuuuhhhhh."  It's a whimper.  Fuck!  It's me, I'm whimpering
with my son's ball in my mouth. Too much.  I reach up, find Shawn's hand,
place it on his dick.  He catches on and starts stroking.

I let the one ball go, sit back for a breath or two. Staring, like in a
trance.  Trying to decide. Go for 'em both at once?  Should I?  Fuck, can
I?

"Dad? You alright?," Shawn's asking, wondering what's going on, what's
next.  Still stroking.

I decide. Yeah.  A breath, then, I make - I don't know - some kind of
sound, like a grunt, and lean my face forward, open my mouth as wide as I
can, reach out, and gather my son's fucking nuts together, and pull them
both in my mouth.  They fill me, stuff me, I can barely breathe. Yeah,
nose, right, I start breathing through my nose, Ok, better.  I feel my
tongue instinctively swabbing, swirling, stabbing at Shawn's balls in my
mouth.  I swallow, trying to take them in more, deeper, further, my hungry
tongue reaching. I hear myself whimpering again. I don't care. I'm
swallowing, his huge balls filling my mouth, taking up all the room in
there, my tongue stabbing at them, swabbing them, caressing them.
Yeah. This is good.  Another whimper. Swab, stab, swallow, yeah. Swab,
stab, swallow.  Run the tongue all over this huge beautiful, clean, boy
bull balls. Fuck yeah.

My dick.  I didn't even realize it, I was stroking my dick, while eating my
oldest boy's balls, after sucking my youngest one's cock, swallowing his
load. Oh fuck yeah, another whimper finds it way out of my throat.  My
tongue and mouth still working my son's nuts.

"Dad?" It's Shawn. I look up, his nuts tight in my mouth, my hand now rests
still on my dick, not moving.

"Dad, my balls are starting to hurt a little.  Could you back off.?"

Damn, how long was I working his young nuts?

I open my mouth, lean back, let the nuts slip out, and look up.  "Sure son.
You got real suckable nuts."

"He sure does."  That's Trip.  I shoot him a quick glance, a question on my
face. Trip looks at Shawn, Shawn, back at Trip, then at me.  I get the
sense there's something I don't know about.

"Hey Dad, I still need to cum, could you just kinda go back to sucking my
cock, like before?," Shawn brings me back to the present.

"Sure son." And suck his cock I do. My mouth finds his dick, my hands just
holding on to his hips, his hands on my head.

"Let me fuck your face Dad, I like doing that."

"Ummmfffff." I grunt with his dick in my mouth.  And then he starts in
again, face-fucking me, driving his hot boy-dick all the way in, pulling
almost all the way out, back and forth, my tongue keeping up, swirling the
tip of his dick, his shaft.  Some real nice hard face fucking.

"Yeaaaaah, Dad, just like that!," as he continues to fuck.

My hands, I swear they must have a mind of their own, find their way from
his hips, to his butt.  Damn, he's got the greatest wrestler boy muscle
ass.  Just the right amount of tight hard muscle, just the right amount of
soft pliable boy flesh, a little bit of peach fuzz covering it all. More,
further.  Can't wait to really work that ass, kiss it, lick it all
over. That'll have to wait.  My hands find his young crack, his hole.  Like
with Trip, I just lightly leave my finger on his hole, just gently
prodding, tugging, pushing.  All the while I'm lost in his ass, he's still
fucking my face.  My boy's a hot, horny, teenage fuck machine, and I'm all
for it, holding his ass, teasing his hole with my finger, swabbing his dick
with my tongue, my lips . . .

"Dad!"

I look up. My mouth still tight around his cock.

"Dad!  I said I was gonna shoot!

I open my mouth, he pulls out.  I whimper again.  Fuck!

"Son, in my mouth, on my tongue," as I say as I open my mouth, my tongue
flat, out , ready.

Shawn's stroking his dick, aiming it right in.  Yeah, this is gonna be
. . .

"Dad, I gonna cum. I'm cumming!  Ohhhhhh, Daaaaaaaaaaad!"

And one, two, three, four ropes of hot, rich boy cum shoot out his dick,
right into my mouth, the first two even fly past my tongue, the next two
landing squarely on my tongue, and finally, his cumming slows, just a few
more drops dribbling out.  One last drop. I can see it stuck at the hole.

I close my mouth, swallow, fuck yeaaah.  "Shawn, squeeze your dick, get
that last little drop."

He looks down, lifts his dick to see.  One hand is squeezing his dick,
pushing the last of his young load out, and his other hand is just about to
wipe it off...

"Shawny, let me have it, pleeeeease," Trip's eyes are transfixed on his
brother's cock.

Shawn turns towards his younger brother, "Sure squirt, take it."

And with that, Trip sticks his tongue out and gives Shawn's cockhead a nice
hearty swipe, getting that last bit of boy-cum on his tongue, into his
mouth, he swallows.

"Yummy.  Yummy cummy!"

"Yeah, Shawn, you do have some yummy tasting cum," I agree with my
youngest.

With that the boys start laughing, and quick enough, I join in.

After a few minutes, the laughter stops.  We're all standing now, me taller
than Shawn, Shawn taller than Trip. All naked, the boys having cum, their
dicks softening.  My dick still a little hard, but, I can wait.  I bring my
arms around the boys, pull us all close, looking from one to the other and
back.  It feels real good, my boys feel real good. I reach over and kiss
Shawn, right on the lips.  He's surprised, but only for a split second, and
he returns the kiss.  I break and kiss Trip, he kisses back.  Soon, we're
three men, a dad and his two sons, all naked, standing, holding each other,
kissing.

"Hey!"

"Yow! What was that?"

That was me laying a playful slap on my boys' naked butts.  "Ok guys,
listen up.  We kinda got carried away tonight, but it was great, right?"

"Yeah, Dad, like super-great."

"Yeah, best shower I ever had."

"Yeah, well, it's late, and here's what we need to do.  Let's just shower
off, quickly, without getting, all, you, know, uh, distracted..."

"Distracted Dad?"  Shawn asks with a laugh?

"Yeah, you know what I mean.  Let's get all cleaned up.  I wanted to show
you boys that shower shot, but that's just going to have to wait for
another time."  Yeah, and I also want to eat out your sweet young asses,
but that's going to have to wait too. And fuck, I do need to cum.  Hope
Julia's in the mood tonight.

"That's ok Dad, we can wait.  Right Shawny?"

"Sure Dad. You're right, it's getting late, and I'm really starting to feel
tired.  We did a lot today..."  Like I got to tease your hot cop dick
through your boxers, I sucked off Tripsy again, you munched down my fuckin'
nuts, they're still hurting, so thanks Dad, but it was kinda hot, and I got
to fuck your hot cop-mouth, blasting my load down your throat, then that
group kiss thing. Well, that was sexy too and all...

"So here's what we can do.  Shawn, you with me,?"  Uh-oh, Dad was talking
to me?

"Sorry Dad, kinda day-dreaming.  What were you saying?"

"Here's what we can do.  I'll get your uncle Travis to suggest to aunt Kate
that she and your mom go out shopping next Saturday afternoon. Uh-oh,
Shawn, you got practice next Saturday? A meet or anything?"

"Uh, no Dad, don't think so."

"Great, and Trip, your soccer leagues all over for the season, right?  You
got anything next Saturday?"

"Nah dad, I was gonna just like, hang with my friend Teddy, and, y'know,
just hang out.  But I can tell him you need me here to help out with
something, or another.  No problem, Dad."

Damn, Trip's looking at Shawn, who's smirking right back at him.  Have to
find up what that's about.

"Good, so Mom can go off shopping with aunt Kate, the three of us can
finish up here."

"Finish up Dad, like what are we finishing?"  Trip. Sometimes a little slow
on the up-take.  Ok, he's young yet, not his fault.

"Tripsy, you know, like what we were doing tonight.  Don'tcha wanna see
Dad's dick again?  Don'tcha wanna see him shoot, maybe taste his load too?
Don't you want to find out what that shower shot thing is for?"

"And boys, maybe I can see if your uncle Travis wants to join us too."

Shawn does a quick double-take, stares at me.  I give a very slight shrug,
and grin. He grins too.

"Coooool Uncle Travis!  But Dad, does he, like, that means, like, uh, Dad,
uncle Travis he's your brother and all, and you and us and uncle Travis
and, Dad?"

Like I said, a little slow on the up-take.  "Yep."

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