Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2016 23:54:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Ultimate Bond

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*****

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 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 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
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.