Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:04:43 -0500
From: Bob Roberts <bobroberts0009@gmail.com>
Subject: Two Dads and Their Son, Part V

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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 V:

When finally spent, Rob collapsed onto Steve just as Steve had done to him,
driving his cock balls-deep to feel the tight afterglow of his dad's ass.
I reached back around my kid, taking the Marlboro from his lips and
returning it to my own.  I looked down at his small, soft, freshly-fucked
ass and found my hard-on pointing to exactly the same place.  Some of
Steve's seed was visible around Rob's asshole, but I knew most of it was
still inside.  "Good," I thought, "that little hole is well-lubed and it's
gonna need it."  I made that kid and, truth be told, I'd been waiting years
to fuck him.  It's time, and I'm going in.

Without hesitation, I quickly spitlubed my meat and rammed it in.  "No," I
ordered our cocky kid, "THIS is a man fucking you!"  Rob, still collapsed
on Steve's back in a postfuck relaxation, didn't see it coming.  That
allowed me to slam in my cockhead and at least half of my thick shaft
before he clamped down in shock.  "Fuck, Dad!  Owwwwww!!"

"You say you're a man," I continued, "then you fuckin take this."  I shoved
through his resistance.  Looking down, my 8.5" inches was three-quarters of
the way in at least.  Rob's tense 12-year-old hole was by far the tightest
thing I'd ever had wrapped around my dick.  And like Steve just a few
minutes before, all intentions of being kind and gentle had gone out the
window.  That amazing little ass was mine and all I could think about was
roughfucking it 'til I delivered a payload.

But another, "Owwww, Dad!  Stop - that fuckin HURTS!!" snapped me back to
my senses.  Hurting Rob is the last thing I want to do.  Slowly I pulled
out.  "This position won't be comfortable for you," I told him.  "Let's
head to bed."

Resigned, not completely happy, but still turned on, Rob stood up and
headed down the hallway to his dads' bedroom.  I say "still turned on"
because his 4.5-incher was fully erect as he made his way down the hall.
Me right behind him, and Steve right behind me.

Personally, laying side-by-side has always felt like the easiest way to get
fucked.  So I climbed in bed behind Rob, each of us on our sides, and aimed
for that position.  I lathered up my cock with a healthy amount of real
lube as well.  I want Rob to enjoy getting fucked and - again - the last
thing I want to do is hurt him.  Also, selfishly, I want bottoming to be a
pleasant experience for him because I want to be getting inside that little
ass A LOT.  A LOT.  The feeling of his tight boychute surrounding my cock
is just indescribable.

Resuming the fuck, I slid in no more than my dickhead.  I'd always imagined
that if my dad had fucked me, he would have not gone in very deep the first
few breedings, out of a consideration of not wanting to hurt me.  So I gave
our boy that same consideration.  He gasped at just the fat cockhead, but
the pain was obviously nothing like what he'd just been feeling bent over
the arm of the couch.  Holding him tight, my cock maintained its position.
I throbbed it every few seconds as I reached over him to plant my lips on
his.  Both the throbbing and kissing were designed to relax him and sure
enough it worked.  He returned my kissing passionately and his ass soon
relaxed to its normal tightness.

Steve nestled in facing Rob, their hard cocks grinding against each other
as I maintained my slow and gentle reentry.  Steve alternated between
leaning down to kiss Rob and leaning up to kiss me.  I kissed the back of
our kid's neck and teased his tiny but aroused nipples with my wedding
ring.  His thin 85-pound frame was locked between mine and Steve's
collective 350 pounds, our hairy chests tight against his bare skin.

With all this attention, Rob loosened up more and more for my boyfucking
dick.  I slid it in slightly deeper with each slow push.  I suppose I'd cum
so much in the prior 24 hours that maintaining at least some control on
this breeding was doable.  My lips locked with Steve's, our hands softly
working our son's just-as-soft skin, until I finally planted myself
balls-deep inside him.  FUCK - I was all the way in my 12-year-old son,
just like I'd always wished my ex-Navy stud of a dad would have done to me.

Confident that our kid was now decently at ease, I began to fuck him in
earnest.  Still slowly, but pulling almost all the way out and then driving
my manhood all the way back in - over and over and fucking over.  Rob's
moans were far more pleasure than pain, and his furious kissing of his
other dad told me we were all good again.  I fucked my boy like that for a
good ten minutes until Steve mouthed, "Me next, I want back in there."  My
man's lust drove me over the edge.  Whispering, "I love you, Son.  I love
you so fuckin much," I pounded his little hole as hard as I would pound
Steve or any other man I've ever fucked.  The tightness and stimulation of
that little boyhole brought out one of the most fantastic orgasms I've ever
felt.  Mercilessly I drilled shot after shot as deep as possible.  My
"aaaaww FUCK"'s and Rob's "hell, yeah, FUCK me Dad"'s filled the room.

Finished cumming, I caressed Rob's little cock and told him again how much
I fuckin love him.  Rob told me the same as he tried to pull off of my
still-hard cock.  "Hey, it's my turn now, right Dad??"  Steve winked at me
and I gave our kid a simple, "Nope."

Rough like we were in the living room, I flipped Rob onto his stomach and
pressed his face into the pillow.  "Nope, your other dad needs back inside
that tight ass of yours."  "But, I-", Rob protested but I just shoved his
face down even more firmly.  I pulled out of his hole and within seconds
Steve filled the void.  Seeing first-hand that our son's ass was now
decently relaxed and opened-up, Steve immediately resumed the hard, rough
fucking that he'd delivered in the other room.  Outweighing our son by at
least 100 pounds, Steve held our kid down and just fuckin bred the hell out
of him.  "Yeah, fucker, THIS is how a man fucks - and this is how a man
takes it.  Fuckin proud of you, boy."  Like me, Steve had cum so much in
the prior 24 hours that he was able to control his load despite the warmth
and tightness our son offered.  Steve roughdrilled him for a good ten
minutes as Rob - tough kid - just laid there moaning and taking it.

Soon, though, I saw again that familiar look on Steve's face.  A load was
coming and it was coming soon.  But surprisingly Steve stopped himself and
pulled out.  "It's your turn, get back in there," he ordered me.  Still
hard and happy to comply, I reentered my son's beautiful tight ass as both
of us pinned him face down against the mattress.  But for Rob's obvious
moans of pleasure and his own humping of the bed, what Steve and I were
doing would have bordered on rape.  Total loss of control, minds overtaken
by the breeding of our kid.  Steve and I alternated fucking him, switching
every couple of minutes, for as long as we could last - another 15 minutes
probably.  Finally Steve unloaded his seed in a stream of profanity-laced
'I love you's," balls-deep as he drove in every shot.  The mere sight of it
put me at the verge of another orgasm.  I pushed Steve off as soon as he'd
finished.  Selfishly I rammed my cock all the way back into our 12-year-old
just as I began to cum.  That one might even have felt better than the
first, filling Rob with pulse after pulse of what made him.

Rob's moans of pleasure gave way to shout's of "fuck! Fuck!!" as he pounded
his fists - finally free of our restraint - into the mattress.  "How many
times you guys shoot inside me?  Fuck that was hot!!!"  Rob turned to look
at Steve and me as we each kissed the man who'd just twice fucked his own
son.  "But NOW it's my turn, right?" Rob pled.  We both nodded.  "Yeah,
Son, it's your turn.  You've earned it - fuckin have at it."

To be continued ...