Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 15:13:10 -0500
From: Bob Roberts <bobroberts0009@gmail.com>
Subject: Two Dads and Their Son, Pt. III

This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that
have happened in my life.  It involves a 12-year-old willingly initiating
sex with his two dads.  If that bothers you, or if you should not be
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Part III:

As planned, Steve and I had a couple of talks with Rob as we finished
getting breakfast on the table.  Our son clearly understood the need to
keep our fucking a secret, and he enthusiastically told us that he never
wanted it to stop.  I realize a 12-year-old's mind can change over time,
but that was still a damn good thing to hear.  We'd repeatedly had sex with
our son last night and all he was worried about was getting more.  Fuckin
dream come true.

The "versatility" talk went well too, although not without its hiccups.
Mainly, Rob just kept asking how much it would hurt, since mine and Steve's
poles are longer and considerably thicker than his.  We assured him we
would go easy on his hole because the last thing we would want to do was
hurt him.  We told him we would barely even stick them in the first few
times if that was what it took.  Relieved, our kid then admitted to us that
it was hot watching both of us top another man but also be able and willing
to take it in return as well.  We explained that having that versatility
just doubles up the fun a man is able to have.  The three of us finished up
breakfast and just sat talking about random stuff as we all downed more
coffee and as Rob and I smoked a couple more Marlboros.  Perhaps because
he'd now fucked his first asses, Rob seemed to be drinking more coffee and
smoking harder than he had the day before.

We all agreed that we would spend the early part of that Saturday knocking
out whatever errands and chores we each needed to do so that we would have
the remainder of the day free to play.  Steve and I have always been very
disciplined with Rob, and as a result he's a bright kid with great grades
and a solid work ethic.  I didn't want any of that to change just because
sex had entered the picture.

The three of us left the kitchen and headed to the showers.  Pausing at the
doorway of his bedroom, Rob turned and asked if he could shower with us.
The shower in our bedroom is quite large, so logistically that wasn't a
problem.  "Sure, bud," I answered, "but no playing around.  We've got work
to do first and we'll get all the sex we can handle later."  The boy rolled
his eyes at me like a kid who'd just turned 12, and he followed us into our
bathroom.  Pulling down his boxers and dropping them to the floor, Rob ran
back to his room to grab a change of clothes.  Him stripping down like that
was so confident and nonchalant, and the small boxers crumpled on the floor
were so tempting, I couldn't help but pick them up and raise them to my
face for a deep sniff.  The aroma of my boy's emerging manhood was
intoxicating.  Steve gave me a knowing smirk as, shirtless, he started to
shave at the sink.

I dropped the boxers as Rob returned quickly to follow me into the shower.
As we entered, I instinctively cupped his hairless nutsack, reached down,
and covered his lips with mine.  I kept the kiss brief, still operating
under the illusion that the three of us could make it til that evening
without fucking.  Steve's knowing smirk, I'm sure, was still on his face.

I let Rob have the showerhead first.  I stood behind him and watched his
amazing body as he bathed.  Four feet, ten inches, about 85 pounds, thin
but fit, with smooth light skin.  My gaze kept zeroing in on his small
virgin ass, envisioning how good it was going to feel planting my fat cock
inside it.  My dadmeat grew with every perverted thought.  Still facing
away from me, Rob finished rinsing and told me it was my turn.  Turning
sideways to hide my engorged cock, my boy and I switched places.

Seems Rob soon had the same thoughts I was having.  Facing away from him as
I let the steamy spray finish waking me up, I felt the kid's right hand
grab the side of my ass as his left hand slid between my thighs, teasing my
balls and fuckhole with the band of his Ironman.  "So," he asked, "tonight
I'm supposed to become versatile but for now I'm still just a top then,
huh?"  The boy's seduction of my nuts and ass intensified as his words
trailed off.  "Fuck discipline and work ethic," I thought, mustering only a
barely-audible "mmm hmm."  Rob responded with an eager, "Hell yeah!!" as he
grabbed the bar of soap to lube up his raging boydick.  Steve, rockhard
himself from watching the show, reached in with a container of lube,
advising his son that would work much better.

Within seconds, our 12-year-old fuckstud had his cock slick and heading
toward my hole.  Because of our difference in height (I'm a foot taller)
and the comparative shortness of his dick, Rob had a rough time getting in
at first.  I bent my legs to ease his access.  Soon his pole found the
target, sliding in with ease due to the thinness of his meat.  Rob grabbed
my waist and fucked away.  Bent over, I firmly grasped my erect nipples and
squeezed them like hell as the boy I made pounded away at his dad's cumhole
for the third time in less than 12 hours.  Looking back under my armpit, I
took in Rob's face - still angelic but grimacing with eyes squinting and
skin reddening.  Behind him, Steve had joined us, freshshaven and
doublefisting his own hard meat.  Rob lasted a couple more minutes at most
and then cried out, "Fuck, Dad, I'm cumming in there again!!"  Goddamn,
that boy's a stud.  Spurt after spurt of warm boycum entered me as it had
just hours before.

As Rob's thrusting subsided, I pressed back into him to feel as much of his
4.5 inches inside me as I could.  Eventually he slipped out and I turned to
kiss him again.  Deep, wet mouth action with my kid in what was now a very
steamed-up shower.  "I'm gonna finish getting clean," I eventually told
him.  "I'm saving these loads for your ass tonight.  Steve, you can do
whatever you want."

Returning my senses to the warm shower stream, my mind processed the sexual
paradise that my house had become.  Still rockhard, I would probably have
slipped back into the fuck-crazed trance that I was in the night before,
but for the familiar movements and moans I was hearing behind me.  Spinning
around, I saw that Rob had already plunged his still-hard boycock into his
other dad's willing hole.  Steve bent his legs as I had in order to allow
total access for the boy's starving cock.  "Fuck yeah, buddy!  You owe me a
couple of poundings now.  Rape my fuckin ass like you just raped Bob's."
Steve's moaning and his stream of profanity raged on.  "Goddamn right I'm
gonna rape your hole, Dad," Rob chimed in. "I'm a man now and you're gonna
fuckin know it."  The intense fucking and the outpouring of cocky filth
coming out of our kid's innocent mouth sent us all over the edge.  "Here's
comes my fuckin load, Dad.  You goddamn fuckin take it.  Fuckin tight
motherfuckin .... aaaauuuggghhhhh.  Fuck!  FUCK!  FUCK!"  Our 12-year-old
stud was uncontrollable as he yet again seeded an ass.  Right along with
him, Steve and I each jacked out a monster load simultaneously with our
son.  Mine covered the kid's back.  Steve's, rope after rope, painted the
shower wall.  Hottest fuckin shower of my life.

Eventually we untangled and got clean.  Dressing quickly, we headed out to
run our errands, each clearly in a hurry to get back to something a bit
more fun.  Rob did ask, however, if he could get a quick hair cut while we
were out.  His curly brown locks were getting a bit thick and long, I'll
admit.  The kicker, though, was that he said he wanted to get his hair
buzzed like ours (Steve keeps his full head of reddish blond hair in a
military high & tight, and my balding brown hair is buzzed razor short).
Steve and I agreed, telling our kid he could start keeping his hair as
short as he wants.  Rob thanked us, and reminded me I should also grab some
more smokes while we were out, since we're running low.  Fuck, it just
keeps getting better.

To be continued ...