Robert grumbled quietly to himself, anxiously scribbling notes, reading
textbooks and tapping his feet, anything to distract him from constantly
checking the dingy clock mounted on the classroom wall. If he were a
little more dramatic, he'd complain that 8th period study hall was killing
him. Instead, he just whined to his neighboring students that it was pure
torture. They all sympathized, of course, because they'd all arranged their
schedules so they could end the school day on a relaxing note, and maybe
even get out of school early if they got a nice teacher. Instead, they got
the one crabby teacher in the entire school who strictly enf***ed the
'Study' in Study Hall.
He resisted the urge to sigh loudly when he looked at the clock and saw
there was still ten minutes until the end of the day. This was supposed to
be a great junior year! He'd finally found an excuse to quit swimming, so
he had tons of free time, and his Dads had increased his allowance by an
assload, so he could do whatever he wanted to do without worrying about
money. Instead, most school days felt ruined because instead of taking a
nap or listening to music to finish off the day, he had to work on all his
homework. Granted, it was great for his grades because he hardly had the
attention or focus to do the work at home, but it was still a total
Finally, the last bell of the day rung and Robert joined the horde of k**s
excited to get home and start their weekends. He hustled through the halls
to his locker, trying to be as quick as possible. He had a standing contest
with one of his Dads to see who could get home first, and the winner got
the pick his choice of bonding activity to do until his other Dad gets home
and takes over their plans. If he could run to his locker, he would, but
Robert had learned the hard way that if he ran in the hallways, everyone
would stare at his crotch in a very embarrassing way.
A couple of months ago, something pretty damn miraculous happened to
Robert. It was when puberty really kicked in for him, because not only did
he start growing some rather attractive facial hair and his body started
filling out with a little more muscle, but his cock and balls grew to epic
proportions too. He still had the little journal where he recorded his
daily dick measuring, and anytime he needed a laugh he went back and read
the shocked and excited comments he wrote down everyday as his cock grew
from an average four inches to an astounding eleven-inch monster cock,
thicker than his wrist, with enormous eggs and a huge sagging ballbag to
match. He was super proud of his super-sized meat, but that didn't mean he
enjoyed it when his package bounced side to side whenever he ran in his
nylon mesh shorts. It was also one of the big reasons his Coach wasn't mad
at him for quitting the swim team, because they both knew what the fat
meatlog would look like stuffed into a tiny speedo, and neither of them
wanted that to happen in front of an entire swim meet.
It was the work of seconds to exchange school stuff with home stuff at his
locker, and he hurriedly slammed the locker shut and high tailed it into
the parking lot, sparing only enough time to send a smile and a wink to the
nerdy k** who sat next to him in English class, Wade. He was shy and a huge
dork, but Robert was pretty sure he knew about the weird happenings that
affected some of the town's older men. It was amazing that something so out
of the ordinary wouldn't get press attention, but maybe that was exactly
why no one was talking about it. He'd tried bringing it up to some of his
closer friends, but they never caught the hint and just seemed
confused. When he dropped the same hints to Wade, though, he blushed bright
red and scurried off, but Robert totally saw the dude's own enhanced dick
twitching in his pants. It felt good knowing that Robert wasn't the only
teen boy to be reaping the benefits of a strange puberty.
The beeps and clicks of his car unlocking were music to Robert's ears, the
final noise he heard before he could speed away from the school and get a
start on the weekend. The car was another gift from his Dads in a recent
string of bribes. When he told his friends that his Dads kept giving him
gifts and money and whatever in an effort to be the 'favorite' Dad (they'd
never use those words, but Robert totally knew that's what they were going
for), they always looked stoked at the new swag but worried that it meant
they were going to divorce or something. In any other case, they'd be
right, but Robert knew his Dads' marriage was stronger than ever. But he
also knew he couldn't tell anyone the real reason for the battle over his
affections. So he just laid back and soaked up the presents, because what
else could a lazy teen jock do?
Robert's weekend elation grew when he pulled into his driveway and saw a
distinct lack of police cruisers, which meant he was the first one
home. That more than made up for having a shitty 8th period. Robert
grinned as he stepped out of the AC of his car into the humid September
heat, feeling his huge nads start to sag down after just a few seconds of
heat exposure. It was a good thing he was almost to the door because his
monster dong was starting to come to life with anticipation for all the
weekend activities he had planned.
He hardly noticed that the front door was already unlocked as he hastily
slammed the door and slipped his new sneakers off. If he was lucky, he'd
have time for a big after-school snack before one of his Dads came home and
interrupted his quiet time, and Robert planned to take full advantage of
being alone in the house.
Except, he apparently wasn't alone in the house. It was a huge surprise
when Robert was suddenly bear-hugged from behind, long arms pinning his to
his side, a warm and sweaty torso pressed up against his back. He was
almost ready to stop being in shock and start freaking out when whoever it
was blew a loud raspberry on the back of his neck.
"Aw maaan," Robert groaned. "Don't scare me like that, Dad."
"You're fine," Chris cackled, "Your fault for not paying attention to your
surroundings. What do your Father and I keep sayin, huh? Did you even
notice the front door was unlocked?" The man teased, always delighting in
scaring his only son.
"Like anyone would break into the house of two of the biggest dudes on the
police f***e..." Robert grumbled. He squirmed around, trying to break out
of his Dad's iron grip. "It feels like you ran all the way home or
something. Take a shower or something, jeez."
"Fuck yeah I ran home, bucko!" Chris yelled boisterously, slowly grinding
his lengthening cock against his son's teenaged bubble-butt. "First one
home gets to decide what position we do first, that's the rule. You always
pick blowjobs then cowgirl like the lazy ass you are." He gave little bites
to Robert's neck, running a hand up and down his son's tight stomach. This
recent twist in their relationship had turned Chris's paternal displays of
affection distinctly intimate. It was odd at first that the first person he
did all these schmoopy couple things with was his Dad, but he couldn't
argue against how good the sharp love bites and kisses felt on his damp
"Fiiine, you win." As if there were even any losers in this
situation. "What's your choice?"
"No need to rush." Chris said, even though he knew he was probably more
desperate for the sex than Robert was. "Why don't you give your old man a
Robert's chortle was smothered by his Dad's lips and tongue, instead
eliciting a soft groan at the soft and slick contact. Chris always said
that before he kissed Robert, and it would be annoying if it weren't so
damn hot. The way his Dads kissed him was always the perfect
representations of their personalities. Chris was very high-energy and hard
to predict, mischievous. He liked to slither his tongue around his son's,
smack their lips together, and he was somehow able to bite his bottom lip
while also shoving his tongue down his throat. It was frenzied, but also
maddeningly soft. For such a gruff cop, Chris had velvet soft lips and it
was more often than not that Robert got lost in the make-out session
because it felt so good.
Colton, Robert's other Dad, was a whole 'nother b**st, which Robert meant
semi-literally. Colton wasn't as into the father-son i****t thing as Chris
seemed to be, so he wasn't as enthusiastic about kissing (at least at
first). Where Chris was happy to let tongues entwine and do whatever,
Colton needed to be in complete control of the kiss at all times. Chris had
his arms relaxed around Robert, where Colton had an iron grip on his head
to make sure he stayed where Colton wanted him to. Robert didn't know HOW
his Dad does it, but he can wrestle his tongue to make it stay perfectly
still no matter how much Robert tries to get it loose. That was the way
they'd always been, even before the sex started. Colton was no-nonsense and
dominant, while Chris was relaxed and a joker. It was a balance that served
them well in raising Robert, and now it served them well in a different
sort of situation.
"Zoning out again, Robbie?" Chris asked quietly, giving little pecks to his
son's spit-soaked lips.
"Yeah, sorry, Dad. Your lips are too soft, makes my head go all fuzzy." He
"Well perk up, k**do. I'm feeling a little thirsty after that long run
home. Think you can help me with that?" Chris flirted as he looked down at
his son's massively tented shorts, playing with the nylon hem. It looked
like there was an industrial flashlight sticking up from his crotch, and
Chris could already see precum leaking through.
"Of course! You know I leak like a faucet the second I get a boner." Robert
laughed. He moved his hands to shuck his shorts off, but his Dad beat him
to it. Chris always took great pleasure in unwrapping his son's monster
cock. He took great pleasure in doing pretty much anything with his son,
both platonic and sexual. It was certainly a change of pace when their
relationship got dirty, but he was really enjoying it. He pulled the band
of the shorts out first, sneaking a quick peek at the treasure.
Yup, it was just as Chris had left it this morning. A huge, thick, hard
pole, barely contained by regular white briefs. The over-active gonads of
his c***d had already started up their ooze production, and the briefs were
nearing see-through they were so saturated with precum. Both Chris and the
shorts slid down to the ground, leaving the teenage boy standing in the
kitchen with tented underwear and his beefy Dad on his knees.
Chris made sure to catch and hold Robert's full attention before he licked
a long stripe up his boy's long cock. His son always got the sexiest
embarrassed flush when he looked at one of his Dads doing something
perverted. Which was happening a lot recently, due to whatever 'medical
condition' was affecting their f****y, and if the rumor mill on the streets
was true, a fair number of other families. Whatever it was, Chris was
thankful for it. Not only did it make their f****y closer than ever, but it
made his son's cock turn gargantuan and made his pre-cum taste absolutely
delicious. If he didn't need a load blown up his ass to satiate his own
newly-changed body, he'd probably be drinking down gallons of the
stuff. Luckily, there was more than enough pre-cum to satisfy his oral
thirst, so he could save the real cumload for his anal thirst.
Chris grinned crazily as he fished the huge rod out of the soaked briefs
and gave it a few quick tugs. On top of a doubled cock size and practically
tripled ball size, Robert's foreskin had also re-grown, turning what was
once a cute yet average cut penis into a monstrous uncut schlong,
constantly burping out fluid whenever the skin was pulled back. Seeing that
huge dong always reminded the cop of his younger, sluttier days. He calmed
down once he found and married Colton, of course, but all the old tricks
and talents were coming back now that he had another 10+ inch cock in under
He gave a few wet smacking kisses to the leaking head, savoring the flavor
of his son's copious pre-juice. He once again maintained eye-contact,
staring straight into Robert's eyes as he let the heavy dick rest on his
tongue, slowly sliding more and more of it down his throat until Chris was
doing what he did best; taking a huge cock all the way to the base.
Robert couldn't maintain the eye-contact in the face of such intense, warm
pleasure, opting to shut his eyes and keen softly at how good it
felt. That, and he would totally blow his load early if he watched his Dad
become a total cockslut for too long. It had been just over 8 hours since
the last time he came, which was far too long when you had dangling
sperm-factories like Robert did, so his entire crotch was already feeling
over-sensitive from having not been touched in so long. His Dad wasted no
time in working his tongue and throat muscles, giving a full-dick
massage. If Robert hadn't had many, many endurance lessons at the hands,
asses, and throats of both Dads, he'd be over the edge by now. He'd been
well trained in the last few months, though, so he knew better than to
waste loads down a throat.
Chris masterfully sucked his son, making sure the entire dong got coated in
throat slime. Sometimes, Robert would try to pull out so he could get some
mouth-fucking action going, but that wasn't the point of this blowjob, so
Chris would reach both hands up and grab onto his son's plump teen ass and
pull him closer, wiggling his head to get even more cock stuffed down his
"Oh, god, Dad, you gotta stop, I'm gonna cum, you gotta stop!" Robert
Chris kept on his dick for a few seconds longer, bringing him as close to
the edge as he could, then he reared back and got off the dick completely,
thick strands of saliva hanging in the air. He breathed deeply as he looked
at the soaked fuckstick, catching his breath after deep-throating it for so
"Ready for your turn working that smart mouth of yours?" Chris asked, hands
still massaging and groping Robert's ass cheeks.
"Surprised you didn't have me do it first. My tongue is ready and waiting."
Robert laughed, also out of breath from the mind-melting blowjob.
"Yeah, yeah, we all know I'm the biggest bottom slut in the county." Chris
said breezily as he got up off his knees, joints cracking and
popping. "Damn, I know I say this every time, but I really need to get some
knee-pads or something." The pain was easily forgotten in the face of
Chris's plans for him and his son, and he wanted to get in some good
one-on-one bonding time with him before his husband came home and joined
in. Chris wrapped a strong hand around his son's cock and pulled him out
into the living room.
"Hey, hey, watch the merchandise!" Robert protested, though his dick jerked
and throbbed at the rough touch.
"Rule number one, you don't have to buy it if you helped make it!" Chris
cracked. He let go once they go into front of the loveseat, and took his
usual place. On his knees on the cushions, chest braced by the back of the
chair, with his huge, thick ass on display.
Robert fell to his knees in front of it, near worshipful of his Dad's
perfect ass. He wanted to get a good look at it before Dad go too
impatient. It was the end result of a lifetime of strong exercise and
strong eating. His ass had two of the thickest slabs of muscle on his
entire body, beaten out only by his tree-trunk thighs. If Chris had been as
strict with his diet as he was about working out and playing sports, his
ass would have been the squarish, blocky kind that a lot of active older
men got. Luckily, Chris had a major sweet tooth. The cop loved his sweet
treats almost as much as his one and only son, and the man must have been
blessed because the only place the fat ever seemed to go was straight to
his ass, causing it to balloon out and become perfectly plump and rounded.
His Dad's glorious ass always looked good no matter what kind of pants or
shorts he wore. The seams were always pushed to their limits, barely able
to contain the jiggling ass flesh whenever he walked, and especially when
he sat down. More than a few pairs had been ripped in recent months. Chris
had learned what size of pants and shorts to get for his uniform now,
though, leaving the tearing and ripping for home. It was still hot and
humid out, which meant Chris was still rocking his favorite uniform, tight
khaki shorts that looked borderline i*****l on him.
The huge tan globes in front of Robert strained in the shorts as Chris
arched his back a bit. The ample seat of fabric was totally drenched. Chris
was naturally a heavy sweater, so the jog home was enough to dampen his
clothes in potent sweat on its own; coupled with the cop's unnaturally
heavy flow of gooey ass-slime, the poor pair of shorts was completely and
When his ass first ballooned out, it used to be a huge task for Chris and
Robert to get the big cop naked, but they practiced hard together and now
Robert was old hand at unbuttoning his Dad's shorts (and sneaking a grope
of ample package at the same time) and shimmying the sticky fabric over and
off the huge mounds.
The perfection of his Dad's hind end was completed with a healthy coating
of dark hair, thick on his thighs, sparse on his cheeks, and only a dusting
of it in his deep crack, light enough to be a pleasant texture on the
tongue without getting a hairball.
Now, Robert was a growing boy, and his hands still had some growing left,
but they certainly weren't tiny either. They were still absolutely dwarfed
by his Dad's globes, and it always made him laugh how comically small his
hands looked whenever he grabbed a handful of hind-flesh and jiggled
Chris's huge ass.
The thick ass was a total sloppy mess, there was already a thick slathering
of musky sweat and thick slime all over his ass, crack, and hole. His Dad's
slick gash didn't actually need any preparation, Robert thought as he
struggled to part the greasy cheeks long enough to get a good look at his
Dad's slutty, winking hole, but he had become as addicted to eating Dadcunt
as his Dads had become to sucking down Soncock. Chris wasn't helping with
Robert's difficulties at all, preferring to wiggle his wide hips back and
forth and laugh as his cheeks slapped together wetly, his son's hands
grasping and sliding around.
"Daaad, come on!" Robert whined. "Lemme open your ass up, come on!" Robert
gave a sharp slap to a fat, jiggling cheek, eliciting a shiver and grunt
from his beefy Dad.
"Oooh," Chris groaned. "Yessir!" He stopped wiggling his ass and arched his
back even more, pushing the cheeks out towards his teenaged son and letting
him part the sea of flesh to finally get access to the oozing pucker.
Robert saw his Dads' assholes every day now, but he still got a jolt of
lewdness and obscenity whenever he had that first look of the day at
one. The crack was so thick with the sweaty slimy mixture that there were
little rivulets dripping down the deep trench and over bulbous
nuts. Chris's gurgling hole fluttered open and closed, globs of lubricating
ooze dripping out with every wink. The leaking hole must have been ravenous
for Robert's thick load of cum if it was already this liberal with
asslube. The dark, heady, manly scent rising out from his Dad's drooling
ditch made Robert's mouth water.
"Fuck, Dad, your snatch is super wet today." Robert panted.
"Been so fuckin horny for this all day, champ. Had to drive by the school
fields a few times on the job, seein all those jock boys run around in thin
shorts always gets my pussy juice going! Can't help but wonder how many of
them are growing some monsters between their legs." Chris said dreamily.
"That's fucked up," Robert snickered as he pushed his face deep into his
Father's asscrack, "Nasty thoughts for a cop to be having, don'tchya
Chris always loved how muffled his boy sounded when he was neck deep in his
Robert made happy noises as he flicked his tongue out and dragged it along
his Dad's taint and up to the hole. It was like licking a warm, salty ice
cream cone, his tongue sopping up a layer of sweaty slime and pitching it
back into his throat. It left a warm tingle over his tongue and mouth, one
that in Robert's experience, let him tongue fuck and eat out asshole for
hours and hours without getting a sore tongue. Judging from the huge glob
of goo that oozed onto his tongue when he lightly ran it around his Dad's
gasping pucker, there wouldn't be much time for that kind of assplay.
"Awwww, fuck! Says the boy who just ate some of his own Father's ass slop!"
Chris cursed. "Damn my hole is itchy today. Tell ya what, you only need to
make me squirt once today, don't think I can take too much teasing before
the main event."
"Gee, thanks Dad, so nice of you." Robert mumbled through a mouthful of
His oversized nuts were aching from the master blowjob, so Robert got
straight to work and started to really dig into his Dad's hole. He gave one
last run around the twitching rim before shoving his tongue straight into
the warm hole. He licked the gooey walls, he smacked his lips against his
Dad's sensitive anal lips, he nibbled gently on the rim. He ate out his Dad
with the gusto only a teenager horny out of his mind could muster up,
grunting and groaning and straining his tongue and mouth to get his Dad
off. His hands added a little extra stimulation, softly squeezing and
massaging the two fuckglobes around his face.
"Jesus FUCK, k**do! You're real damn hungry for a big load of your Daddy's
butt juice, huh?" Chris yelled.
Robert grunted in agreement, trying in vain to reach as deep as his Dad's
prostate, wanting desperately to lick and taste the pleasure center. His
tongue was audibly fucking in and out of the sloppy hole, loud wet smacks
and squelches. He was slurping down the musky slime as quick as he
could. The flow was getting heavier now, and Chris was moaning
"Oh yeah, baby boy, Daddy feels it comin now. Fuck yeah, ready boy? Gonna
squirt, goddamn, I'm gonna squirt so fuckin hard!" Chris's entire body
shudders and jolts, his anal canal bearing down and squirting stream after
stream of juicy mucus.
Robert felt the heavy squirts hit his eyes, forehead, and chin, but most of
them went straight into his mouth. He knew better than to try to keep up
with it, so he just let it all overflow out of his mouth once it was full,
holding his breath while his Dad had an intense anal orgasm all over his
face. The jets died down, and both Father and Son sat there for a second as
they came down from the excitement, thick streams of asscum dripping down
chest and thighs. Robert idly worked the slop over his steel-hard dick and
"That was more than usual." Robert said as he leaned back on his haunches
and swallowed down the mouthful of ooze. His voice was thick with the
"Heh, blame those slutty teases you call your classmates. You young bucks
always get me goin." Chris smirked. He eased himself off the loveseat, legs
a little unsteady from the recent orgasm. He turned around, regarding his
reclining son and shoving a few fingers up his sensitive cunt.
Robert looked up at his Dad, eyes glassy and mouth open, then swore loudly
and f***ed his hand away from his cock before he blew too early. His Dad
looked positively, obscenely debauched. He still had the top of his police
uniform on, stretched and bulging from his muscles, standing bow-legged in
front of him with a sizable erection pointing right at Robert, full, hairy
balls dangling below. One thick arm was reaching back between his cheeks
and was noisily finger fucking himself, loud schlicks and squelchs as he
stretched his hole out. Robert could see fat strands of his Dad's pussy
juice dripping down from between his thighs onto the floor as his thick
fingers collected more and more lube from his widening hole.
"Baby boy's close, huh?" Chris said, looking more and more desperate and
lusty as his cunt went longer and longer unseeded. "Gotta ride you quickly
before your other Papa comes home and takes all the dick for himself." He
grumbled. "Up onto the couch, champ, chop chop."
Robert was quick to comply, jumping up onto the couch and stretching his
lean body out. The couch was long, with thick, cozy cushions. When Robert
lay down on it, he always felt practically swallowed up by the downy
cushions, which made it the best place in the house to be ridden. His Dads
could ride his dick as fast and hard as they wanted on the couch without
having to worry about crushing their son with their powerful thrusts.
Chris waddled over, fingers still loudly plumbing the depths of his
asshole. He used his free hand to soothingly rub Robert's puffing chest,
massaging his growing muscles and hot, sweaty skin. His eyes went soft and
gooey as he looked down at his sexed up son, chin and chest covered with
his assgoo and wrist-thick cock towering up from his hairy crotch.
"Oh man, you must think I'm a terrible Dad, buddy!" Chris said as he
realized he forgot to ask his son an important question. A heavy stream of
slime squirted down onto the floor as he added a fourth finger into his
loosening ass. "Didn't even ask you how your day was, shit. How was school?
Did your history test go okay?"
His Dad had always been very into f****y bonding and daily discussions,
which were happening more and more frequently in the lulls between
energetic sex. Robert melted into the couch has his Dad gave him a
mini-massage, letting all the tension drain away from him, except for his
monstercock, which stayed hard and tense and throbbing. Lazy couch time
where he didn't have to move at all would feel great after a long day at
school and an intense cunt-eating session.
"School was okay, pretty long, history test was totally aced. They still
haven't fixed the air conditioners so I was sweating most of the day. I
swear my balls left puddles of sweat in all my cha-HAHA, Dad, stop tickling
me!" Robert bust out laughing as his Dad's thick fingers dancing over his
abs and poked the well-known ticklish spots.
"Good job, sport! Not surprised about those big sticky nads, those fuckers
are growing bigger every day." Chris said, taking a little grope of his
son's huge nuts. Oh yeah, they were totally dripping sweat still. They hung
down so large and swollen he was surprised Robert hadn't accidentally sat
on them yet. His cock jumped when he thought about his son leaving huge wet
marks in the shape of plump testicles all over the school. "It is a
scorcher out today though, I was sweating so bad on the way home it felt
like my cheeks were sloshing together back there."
"Doesn't help that you've got the wettest cunt in the world." Robert said,
cheekily slapping a thick melon, then reaching further back to feel his
Dad's wet fingers and the stretched out rim of his hole.
"Hah, true, the closer I got to home, the more I started leaking. Too damn
horny for your dick!"
Robert felt his Dad's slimy fingers schlep out of his hole, followed by a
river of backed up ooze. His Dad grabbed his hand with his gooey one and
brought them both down to Robert's cock. Father and Son worked on rubbing
in a final layer of asslube and precum all over the shaft. Chris used his
calloused palms to swipe right over his son's sensitive piss slit and head,
making the boy hiss and jerk.
"Careful, careful! Shit, that almost hurt. If I don't bust soon I think I
might die." Robert said melodramatically.
"Awww, buddy boy, I'm sorry. Here, let Daddy kiss you all better." Chris
had a wicked grin on his face.
Robert wanted to protest that the last thing he and his overfull nuts
needed was another teasing blowjob, but he was interrupted by his Dad
stretching a leg over his pelvis and settling his two thick thighs on
either side, kneeling with his ass almost touching Robert's cock. Chris
winked and blew a kiss to his shocked son as he pushed down and made his
puffy asslips pooch out and give his son's dickhead a sweet paternal
kiss. He started to slowly sit down, taking the giant dick into his hungry
hole and making Robert shiver in pleasure.
Robert stared up at his Dad, raw need and love shining in his youthful
eyes, reflected back by the same expression in Chris's face. The gooey
warmth of his Dad's hole steadily enveloped his shaft, no need to take
breaks to get used to the length and width. Just one smooth motion until
Chris's ample asscheeks were squishing up against Robert's thighs and eggs.
"Oh fuuuuck yeah, Robbie." Chris panted. "Nothing says 'relaxation' like
sitting on big donkey dick and scratching that deep itch." The cop sat
there for a few minutes, speared on his son's cock. He slowly contracted
all the muscles in his ass, loving how it was stretching his hole, how deep
it was inside him. He rubbed a hand of his belly, feeling very content with
the knowledge that his son's cock was safely buried underneath all his
muscle and hair. He rotated his hips agonizingly slowly, coaxing a
desperate whimper from the edged-up and sexed out teen.
"Daaaaaaddyyyyy." Robert whimpered. The tight hole was gripping the
entirety of his unnatural length, flexing and undulating and drooling all
"What is it, buddy?" Chris asked, full of mock concern as he ground his ass
into Robert's dick.
"I need to cum so bad, pleeaase!" Robert gasped.
"I know, baby, I know. You're young and hung and full of cum, your balls
can only hold so much before they go pop." Chris laughed. His eyes
fluttered shut for a second as he angled his hole so that he stroked right
across his prostate. "Shit, Daddy needs it too. Need that healthy load of
cum right up my cunt."
Robert drew in a sharp breath and bucked up, so close to the edge it was
driving him insane. Chris's eyes flicked up and over across the living
room, then back to his son's flushed face.
"Let Daddy ride you for five minutes so that nasty little itch gets totally
scratched, whaddya say?"
"F-Five minutes?! No, Dad, I don't think I can last even ONE minute."
Robert complained. His thighs were starting to shake from the buildup of
pressure and lust in his loins. His head was swimming with the intense need
"Sshh, baby boy, it's okay." Chris soothed, petting his boy's tense face
and rubbing the musky ass oil into his skin. "Your Father and I have
trained you more than enough for five minutes, I know you can do it. I know
you've been needing a new iPod." He offered.
Well, Robert had been needing a new iPod...and five minutes wasn't all that
long, he supposed. "Okay, I'll try. I can't make any promises though, my
nuts are so tight they're practically inside me."
"Don't worry buddy, just lay back, close your eyes, and hold out for as
long as you can."
Robert did just that, relaxing his neck so his head drooped onto the thick
cushions. His Dad started speeding up his undulations, picking his hips up
a little and fucking himself back down, gaining more and more speed. Within
a minute he was vigorously riding Robert, bucking himself up and down and
Robert was so focused on holding back the flood of cum that wanted to spew
from his balls that he didn't realize there was someone else in the house
until two thickly muscular ass cheeks settled onto his face, another
sweaty, hairy hole rubbing against his nose and mouth. He tried to gasp in
shock, but that only got him a mouthful of sweaty ass-lube. His hands came
up to grip onto the powerful thighs of the man sitting on his face, but he
just grunted and settled in further, and Robert was powerless to move him.
"I see you're hard at work corrupting our son and offering him a $200 gift
for a five minute fuck." A gruff, gravely voice said. That would be
Robert's other Dad, Colton. It couldn't have been anyone else, of course,
what with the casually strolling in and sitting on a teenager's face while
his Dad was riding his dick.
"You say that like you didn't just come in here and park that sexy ass
right on his face. I dunno about you, but making your son eat you out seems
a lot worse than just riding his dick." Chris said with a big laugh.
"Chris, please, his face was covered in your slop when I came in. And he's
not eating me out, just laying there like a lazy slob. Get to it, boy!"
Colton barked. Now that Robert was re-orientated to the situation, he
eagerly applied himself and starting licking and nibbling on his second
fatherly asshole of the day.
"Mmm, that's my man." Chris purred. "Do you wanna bust one out on there? I
could probably draw this out for a little longer..." He said devilishly.
Robert whined from beneath his Dads, trying to wiggle around and thrust
himself deeper into Chris, pre-emptively getting himself closer and closer
to orgasm just in case they decided to be mean.
Colton hummed loudly, debating if he wanted to squirt a load with a tongue
up his ass, or a dick. He flexed his hole while he thought, capturing his
son's tongue with the strong ring and refusing to let it go for a few
seconds, before relaxing the muscle and doing it all again. Unlike his
husband, Colton didn't really enjoy spraying his ass-cum over everyone and
everything, preferring instead to get a thick load of cum inside of him to
stem the flow and getting on with his evening plans.
"No, you two finish up, then I'll take Robbie's second load." Colton
Robert gave a happy nibble to Colton's hairy hole, starting to get
pleasantly light-headed from being encased in wet, musky muscular cheeks
for so long, made all the better by the prospect of his imminent
orgasm. The teen heard wet smacks from above him, muffled by thick ass, as
his Dads hungrily made out with each other, whispering things Robert
couldn't hear, but he knew they were no doubt filthy.
Chris's powerful hips slammed down onto Robert's pelvis and started to
really go hog wild, rolling his hips around and milking his son's cock for
all it was worth. Both Father and Son started panting and
whimpering. Robert's churning nuts spasmed as the tight, wet heat of
Chris's hole sucked on his entire length.
Chris came first, blasting a hot streak of cum over Robert's chest while
his stuffed hole messily squirted out his butt honey around Robert's cock,
still fucking himself up and down and around on it. The sudden flood of
warm goo all over his crotch and balls set Robert over the edge himself,
giving a muffled moan into Colton's twitching hole as he felt his thick
load of cum race up his monster dick and blast the inside of his Dad.
Robert held on tightly to Colton's big thighs, trying hard not to loose his
mind in the overbearing pleasure of shooting rope after rope of jizz. Big
balls, big cock, big loads; everything about his sexual organs became big,
and now every time Robert had an orgasm (which, when you lived with two
over-sexed men, was very frequently), he had to ride through about 25 jets
of cum forcing their way out of his balls, turning every orgasm into an
extended haze of pure pleasure.
Near the end, both Chris and Robert went totally boneless and relaxed,
relishing in their i****tuous fluids, then finally basking in the afterglow
as Robert's cock finally stopped spewing it's load. Chris leaned totally
back, pulling Robert's still-hard cock at an awkward angle and making him
"Mmffmfm." The teen said. Colton's ass had increased the goo production, so
his mouth was full, on top of being smothered by his sweaty ass cheeks, so
Robert was nigh unintelligible.
Chris laughed tiredly, guessing the source of Robert's mumblings. He gave a
fake apology as he slide the thick club out of his twitching hole, with
only about half of Robert's huge load leaking out and over them. The other
half had already been absorbed, temporarily blocking whatever strange
machinations inside the older man that caused him to produce the slimy anal
Colton hunched over a little, scooping up a portion of the cum and rubbing
it all over his son's crotch area, strong hands pinching at the base to
ensure he stayed as hard as possible, though both actions were unneeded. It
took multiple orgasms to get Robert to go soft anymore, and he was so
totally soaked from the ride in Chris's hole that he had already achieved
maximum lubrication. He mewled anyway, protesting Colton's calloused hands
all over his post-cum sensitive dong. Colton just shushed him. He was by
far the more conservative parent, but once he got sufficiently turned on
and hungry for a load of cum up his ass, his natural determination took
over and nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. And what he
wanted was Robert's steel-hard erection fucking the hell out of his hairy
"Shh, it's okay, sport." Colton rumbled. "Just gotta make sure you're nice
and hard for me. You get me ready down there, and I'll get you ready up
here. Holler when you're ready to fuck, okay baby boy?"
Robert relaxed a little, though he still gasped and spasmed anytime a rough
callous dragged over his puffy, sensitive piss-lips, and went back to
eating out his Dad. It was kind of funny. Colton, in general, was not a
very emotional guy, the type of Dad who didn't really do the talking about
your feelings thing, or say 'I love you' too much (though certainly showed
affection in his own way), but when things start to get heated and heady,
his paternal side comes out and acts more 'Dad'-y then Chris does. A nasty,
perverted, sex-obsessed Dad, for sure, but still, he became heavy on the
By now Robert had been slurping at Colton's hole for so long it was nicely
dilated, his tongue able to freely fuck in and out of the hairy ring. He
gave a few test flexes to his thighs, making sure they were still
functioning after getting pounded by Chris. Colton preferred positions
where he got to make his son exert a ton of energy in pursuit of his load,
usually doggy style or missionary, any way he was able to bark out orders
to fuck him faster and harder, so Robert knew he would need his strength.
Robert must have been taking a little too long to catch his breath because
it didn't take very long before Colton took his hand, which had just been
kneading and pulling and squeezing Robert's big eggs to encourage them to
make more sperm, and wriggling his fingers into the tiny space between his
ass and his son's face. Robert's nose was full of the dense musk of both
his own balls and his Dad's sweaty ass as he felt the fingers work their
way into his mouth to collect some saliva, giving him a mouth-watering
taste of his own testicles, then join his tongue up Colton's ass. Teen
tongue and man fingers worked together to open up some manhole even
further. Colton was practically hand-feeding his son some ass slime now,
consumed with the need to stretch his hole enough now so that his son's
whopper could slide in easy as pie in a few minutes.
Once Robert had regained enough stamina for a second fuck, he slipped from
between his Dad's thighs and stood up in front of the couch, shivering as
fresh air finally hit his sweat and slime soaked body. It dripped down from
his chin and dick, adding more fluid stains to the already sex-ruined
carpet. Colton looked at him through heavily lidded eyes, thick fingers
still plumbing the depths of his ass and scissoring himself open. The wet,
lewd sounds of Colton toying with his sloppy hole went straight to Robert's
cock. He was a sucker for sloppy sex sounds.
"You ready, buddy boy?" Colton asked, slipping a third finger inside his
hole and stretching himself even wider. "Papa wants it missionary today."
He flopped over on the couch onto his back, drawing his knees up towards
his chest and airing out his hairy crack.
"Ohhh, yeah, I'm totally ready." Robert said. His eyes zeroed in on his
Dad's pulsating hole. His aching cock was already missing being enveloped
by paternal hole. He was already close enough that he could almost swipe
the rim of Colton's hole with his leaking cockhead. He stepped forward
until the two were kissing. "Are you ready, Dad?"
"Fuck yeah, boy." Colton growled. "Just go slow. You know Big Papa's hole
isn't as slutty as your Daddy's, can't just barge in like you own the
place." His large mitts wrapped around his son's slim waist, ready and
prepared to control the fuck.
"Yes, sir." Robert said obediently, breaking off into a hiss as his Papa's
strong hands pulled him forward enough to pop his engorged dickhead inside
Colton let out a low growl as he steadily fed his hole. The combination of
extreme length and very healthy width left his rarely-used hole burning
pleasantly. Once there was only an inch or two left to go, Colton shifted
his hands further back and grabbed a handful of his son's tight ass,
sharply pulling him forward the last little bit.
"Ohhh, yesss." Colton rumbled. "That's my boy, that's my big boy." He
groaned, feeling totally and utterly stuffed. He held Robert still for a
while, squeezing the plump little cheeks as his body adjusted to the
massive intrusion. He even reached a finger into Robert's sweaty crack to
gently prod and stroke his virgin pucker. Colton had had a few fantasies of
fucking his boy, but his insatiable manhole was a hurdle he hadn't figured
out how to overcome, especially when it just got hungrier the hornier he
Colton could feel the monster dick flexing and pulsing inside of him, the
slight movement teasing the walls of his hole and making him want more
friction. He carefully started to push and pull his son's hips, going a
little farther out each time. The teen was panting now, resisting the urge
to start fucking on his own. He knew that he had to wait for permission.
It took a few minutes, but finally the permission came after Colton was
opened up enough that he could handle an energetic teenage boy pounding his
"All right, boy." Colton said as he took his hands off of Robert's ass and
raised them up behind his head. "Time to do some work."
"Oh man." Robert sighed gratefully. "Thank you, Dad, Sir, Dad." He babbled,
eagerly falling into a robust fuck-rhythm. His Dad groaned, sounding like a
big bear, Robert's huge balls slapping up against his ass. Robert fell into
the groove of muscles burning and sex-slop splattering against his thighs
"Fuck yeah, boy!" Colton encouraged. "You can do better than that,
cantchya? Big strong boy like you, I know you can fuck your Papa harder."
He growled. Colton was there to get off and move on, always yelling at his
son to fuck harder and faster to get them both off.
Robert grunted and gasped and groaned as he picked up speed, slamming his
hips against his Dad's. Sweat was pouring off both of them from both the
exertion and the heat, turning them into a slippery mess of skin, muscle,
and hair. Chris enjoyed the sight from the nearby lazy chair, idly
fingering his manpussy as he watched his husband and his son rut like a
pair of a****ls.
"Fuck yeah, buddy boy, fuck your fuckin Papa's fuckin shithole." Colton
cursed loudly. "Fuck you!" He yelled as Robert gave a particularly deep and
hard thrust into his gut. "Oh, fuck you, fuck me, fuck that cunt." He
grunted. A healthy load of anal cum sloshed out around Robert's pistoning
The dirty talk was just making Robert put more and more f***e behind his
fucking, rutting against his Dad, fucking the stream of goo. He snarled a
little as he leaned forward, bracing his forehead against his Dad's beefy
chest to give himself more leverage to pile drive his ass.
The loud slaps of wet skin drove them both closer to the edge. Colton was
constantly spewing verbal filth now, alternating between affection and
abuse as, goading his son to cum. One hand went back around Robert's toned
cheeks to toy with his asshole, rubbing and circling the sensitive ring of
"Come on baby, cum up my fuckin hole. You know you wanna drop that big load
of dumb teen cum up my cunt, come on fucker, shoot that fuckin load up
Papa's pussy." Colton said, his voice low and rough as his other hand held
Robert's head flush against his chest.
Robert started to whine and keen again, and over his son's whimpers Colton
could hear the slaps of balls against ass fading as they were drawn up
closer to to his shaft. He could feel the coming orgasm all over Robert's
body, from his heaving chest to his spasming hole. Right before it hit,
Colton tore Robert's head off his chest and mashed their mouths together,
silencing the euphoric yell as his son bred a tidal wave of teen cum into
his guts. The sticky heat soothed his itching, burning ass and left it
feeling cool and satiated. He kept a tight hold on his son as the orgasmed
went on and on.
Robert hunched his hips a few more times as the flow of cum slowed to a
trickle. He had been kissing his Dad for so long he was practically out of
air. He pulled back, Colton graciously letting him go without a fight, then
slumped forward to rest on his Dad's chest again. A big hand remained on
his head, petting his hair.
"Good boy." Colton said. Robert felt the rumble of it against his cheek.
"What time is it?" The teen asked tiredly. He hoped it was close to dinner
time, because that much activity always made him super hungry.
"You hungry?" Colton asked. Robert nodded, rubbing his cheek into his Dad's
furry pecs, hoping his other Dad had already gone to start dinner or
something. "Looks like you're Dad has a snack for you." Colton snickered.
"Yeah?" The teen said happily as he raised his head, turning towards
Chris. Instead of a plate of nachos or a sandwich, Robert was shoved face
first into Chris's spread ass cheeks, sticky hole landing right on his
mouth. A small rivulet of cum leaked out onto his tongue, but it was
followed by a large dollop of Chris's own ass cum. Robert looked up, barely
seeing Chris's laughing eyes over his fat cheeks as he looked over his
shoulder and down at his son.
"The sooner you get done with your snack, the sooner you can eat dinner."
He said plainly, wiggling his ass deeper onto Robert's face. The boy
whined, but complied, starting in on eating the gooey hole, both of his
Dad's laughter echoing in his ears as his dick started to rise on it's own
accord. Again. He was in for a long night, it seemed.