Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2015 00:18:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <ad4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Clean Slate

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
Tumblr – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check
it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110361001554/

This story is an original work of fiction, copyright me 2015. I own it, and
all legal rights to it. If you're not of legal age in your jurisdiction to
be reading it, do us both a favor and come back to it when you are. This is
strictly a work of fantasy.

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*****

Yeah, I was pretty much the luckiest man alive. A great life out here in
Cali, a great bond with my boys, living a fun, enriching life that I'd only
been able to dream of before the divorce two years ago.

Seth and Mike were great boys, bonded tight like twins often are, close and
friendly and affectionate. They were star athletes, got very good grades,
were nice to old ladies, all the stuff every parent hopes for but few
rarely get. I was thrilled that they wanted to stay with me after the
divorce, my big, happy, handsome blond boys loving our new life out here
even more than I did. Yeah, I'd kind of suspected they were very close,
hoped that it wasn't just the taboo fantasies that played through my mind
since they'd hit their teens. The things I'd needed to think of more and
more to get through the rare occasions my now-ex had let me fuck
her. Thinking of my twins, the hot jock boys I'd made and raised and loved
more than anything or anyone else. Thinking of them kissing each other,
making twin love in their shared bedroom, discovering each other and their
heated young male sexuality together.

I mean, of course it was wrong, but your cock wants what it wants. I
figured so long as it was just my fantasies, a private show inside my horny
mind as I stroked my big dad cock to another nut-buster of an orgasm while
my wife snored away next to me, then I could live with it. One of the
things they never told you about growing older, becoming a family man, was
that you had to take what pleasures you could find, no matter how small.

They'd come to me the second night in the new house here in San Diego. 15,
big for their age, bodies tan, hard with muscle from wrestling. Identical
and beautiful, a little nervous as they came into my mostly empty master
bedroom, their identical white briefs seeming to glow in the
moonlight. They held each other's hand, giving each other the strength and
encouragement they needed to approach my big bed, as I sat up and stared at
them, barely able to believe what I was seeing. What was happening, and
about to happen.

God, they were beautiful against me, their hungry lips and tongues seeking
mine out, then each other, showing me how close they were. Stroking each
other's hard, smooth, muscular young bodies, pleasing each other with
practiced, sensual intimacy. Putting on a beautiful, erotic show of
youthful twin love, before stripping one another tenderly out of their
briefs and sliding under the sheet with me. One under each arm as we
kissed, and caressed, and whispered to each other. Reassuring me that this
was what they had long wanted. Grinning with excitement and pleasure as I
told them all the things I'd imagined about them, and then stunned and
achingly hard as I listened to the things they'd shared with each other,
their secret fantasies about me. And then, we made them come true.

That night was the ultimate clean slate for us. Setting the tone for our
new life out here together. I didn't bother getting back into the dating
scene, because I was already in love with the most amazing partners a man
could want. So I dated them, all three of us getting off on the hotness,
the tabooness of romancing each other as a family. And as they grew up even
bigger, stronger, closer, in my arms and my bed, we fell for each other
more every day.

Three years together now, of living the ultimate family life. They're in
school at UCSD, coming home every night to our house, where we lock the
doors and close the blinds and enjoy the incredible sensuality of being
family like we are. Or on another balmy SoCal evening like this, I fire up
the grill and fix a drink, and then just sit back and watch my boys, sexy
as hell in their little white briefs, Mike stepping between Seth's muscular
thighs with a searingly intent look on his face, one matched by his
twin. Their slow, smacking, sensual kisses as they caress each other, young
cocks rising even more in those sexy undies. Kissing for each other,
kissing for me, watching their tongues lick and taste and explore as their
perfect twin bodies move together. And then when they reach their hands out
for me, pulling me into their heated, lusty embrace, I slip my arms around
my beautiful boys and show them how far, how deep, how incredibly real a
father's love for his sons can be.