The Swap

dad, intergenerational, rimming, son

Pt I

What is it about a vacation that gets you so horny? All those mostly-nude bodies; the sun and surf conspiring to wear you out in the most delicious way. Throw in booze and good food and it’s only natural to crave one of the finer pleasures in life.

There I was, on the beach with my good friend Julian and our two sons. Our boys were in their element – flinging their bodies into the surf, running up and down the beach and boardwalk. And, it was increasingly obvious, flirting with any girl or guy who happened in their path.

It was Julian who’d commented on how the two of them had spent the last two days scoping out seemingly anyone with tits and a tan. “We’re both bi,” my son Drew said.

That was news to me. “Did you know that?” I asked Julian after the boys had gone back down to the water to body surf.

“I had an inkling,” Julian said, looking at his son Brett gliding on a wave. He gave me a smirk. “Guess it doesn’t skip a generation.” I laughed. Like Julian, I’d only recently been considering myself bi. Julian was the only guy I’d ever done stuff with, back in college. During our marriages we’d stayed friends. Then, about a year after I’d left Drew’s mom, Julian had separated from his wife. And one drunken night we decided to pick up where we left off. 

When he’d suggested vacationing together I didn’t hesitate. Our boys had always gotten along. Julian and I were in the early stages of something, both of us navigating our shifting sexualities. To that end we were still keeping things discreet, and had agreed beforehand that Julian and his son Brett would take one bedroom in the beach house while Drew and I would take the other.

“Do you think they’ve fucked?” I said to Julian.

“Hard to say…” he said. “But I’m sure they’ve at least blown each other.” And we laughed. I looked at our boys crashing around in the waves, having the time of their lives. Drew looked a lot like me, fair and lean, while Brett resembled his dad, all thick muscle and bulk. More than once I’d caught myself checking out Brett’s butt, as neither of our boys’ swimsuits left much to the imagination – the current style, I guessed. 

The thought crossed my mind that I’d been a prude not to share a room with Julian – hell, our boys probably knew that we were fucking. Then I wondered if our boys would be getting up to had they been sharing a room…

I broke from my thoughts to notice Julian looking at me – specifically, at my lap. I had a throbbing hard-on and hadn’t even realized it. Julian smirked. Then he started to get up. “I’m gonna go, uh, grab an extra towel from the house. Maybe you need to come too?”

“Yeah,” I said, immediately getting the message. “I’ll tell the boys. Could use a quick dip anyway,” I said.

“Yeah, you could,” Julian said, shaking his head at my boner.

That was one of the hottest fucks we’d had yet. Julian was waiting for me in the kitchen as soon as I got to the house, his trunks pulled down over his round, fuzzy butt. I dove my tongue right inside to press into his salty hole and then he stuffed my cock into him. I unloaded in him a few minutes later. We’d both needed it.

Before dinner that night, our boys had convinced us to partake in some edibles. We were all pretty stoned, ordering way too much food at a big, loud seafood place and laughing our asses off. We got a bucket of beer, too. What can I say? They were technically adults and we were on vacation.

“We know you guys are fucking,” Drew came out with at one point. It was sort of my fault because Julian and I had been grilling both of them about being bi.

“That’s none of your business,” I said, but Julian just laughed at my tone of indignation, so I had to laugh, too.

“Yeah you guys should just take one of the rooms,” Brett said.

“Well, thanks, but I don’t think you guys want to hear two old men fuck across the hall,” I said.

“I wouldn’t care,” Brett said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, we don’t have any hangups,” Drew said.

“You guys are a lot more experienced than I thought,” Julian said, shaking his head at me then tipping back his beer. We’d learned more about our sons in the last eight hours than we’d had in the past two years, it felt like.

Something had shifted that night. I woke up at some point to my son rustling around. As usual I had an aching boner. Drew left the room and I laid there, half-asleep, expecting to hear him go into the bathroom, but instead heard the creak of the stairs. Then I thought I heard Brett walk downstairs, too.

I had an idea of what was happening, and found myself stroking my cock under the covers. I was getting into it when I heard the stairs creak again. Both boys were coming upstairs.

I took my hand off my cock before the door opened.

“Mr. G?” I heard. Brett’s voice. I opened my eyes. He came over to the bed. He was in his boxer shorts, his tan muscled body and hairy chest looking perfect in the moonlight. “Is this okay?” he said, and went to get into bed with me.

“What’s going on?” I said, sitting up. Brett kept going, getting under the covers next to me. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he reached for my hard-on. I let him. He stroked it and I took in my breath.

“Jesus, Brett – what are you doing?” I said.

“Relax, Drew and I talked about it,” Brett said as he stroked me. The shock of it was still there, but began to fade as gently stroked me. This was crazy. But, on some level, I’d been fantasizing about it.

“Where is Drew?” I said, though I well knew.

“Across the hall doing the same thing,” Brett said with a smile, sliding his hand deeper down into my briefs to feel my balls. “This is okay?” he said.

“Jesus,” I said, half from the shock of the situation and half because having my balls fondled always makes my brain scramble. That was when I heard Julian’s voice from down the hall.

“Uh…Kevin?” Julian said, sounding as unsure and turned-on as I was.

“Yeah?” I said, laughing. Julian laughed too. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” I said. Brett was smiling.

“Alright man,” Julian said, and then his voice was immediately muffled. I wondered if it was because he was making out with my son.

“Got Dad’s permission,” Brett said, raising his eyebrows as he worked my cock. He was smiling with that handsome boyish face that looked so much like his Dad’s, and I just went for it. Pulled his face to mine and started making out with him. Felt up that young, fuzzy muscle body that I’d been admiring since we got there.

I pulled back the covers and shucked off my briefs. Brett climbed on top of me as we continued to make out. When I grabbed his butt his tongue went deep into my mouth. “Fuck, Mr. G,” he said. And leaned into my ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh man,” I said, my cock pulsing against my stomach. Brett reached back to stroke it as we kissed. I’d never felt so reckless in my life. Brett was so sexy, all boyish masculinity, with a fresh swatch of hair on his jaw and a smiling baby face. He kissed good, too. 

“I want to suck your cock,” he said, and I nodded. He began to work his way down my body, kissing my chest and nipples and running his tongue down my stomach. He lapped at my shaved balls, sucking each one into his mouth, then lapped along my shaft as he smiled up at me.

The incongruity of it: my son’s best friend, a kid I’d watched grow up, down there licking my hard cock. And the total taboo of hearing my son’s surprisingly deep and masculine groans coming from across the hall. I had a pretty good idea that it was a “like father, like son” situation: Julian is a pretty voracious bottom, and I’m just as much of a top. I could imagine Julian in the same position as Brett was now, his big muscled frame nestled between my son’s legs as he licked and sucked my boy’s cock. What did Drew’s boner even look like? And why was it turning me on so much to imagine? It all seemed part of the same horny stew so I just went with it.

Brett was sucking me deeply now, an inexperienced blowjob but that didn’t matter much when I could look down at his cute young face, all concentration as he worked on taking my entire fat cock down his throat. After a while I pulled him up to me and made out with him while my cock throbbed against his ass.

I had to get at that butt, so I laid him on his stomach and got between his legs. It was glorious – a facsimile of his dad’s with the added lift of youth, two firm cheeks dusted with dark hair. I pulled them apart to reveal his pink, hair-ringed hole. Then I gave it a good lick before I dove my tongue inside. The boy didn’t moan so much as whimper, in a deep-throated manner that was impossible to distinguish from his dad’s, which drifted in from across the hall like a dream. As I rimmed Brett, their moans entwined and harmonize, and I had the feeling that my son was doing the same thing I was, darting his young tongue into Julian’s muscle-dad butt, licking where I’d just licked earlier that day.

“Oh fuck that feels so good,” Brett said. I pulled my tongue out and looked at the spread ass before me, so round and beautiful. I dipped the tip of my finger into him and it squeezed it tight before relaxing. I slid the rest inside. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Brett said.

“You want me to fuck you?” I said.

“Please, I love to get fucked,” Brett said.

“Suck my cock some more,” I said. I laid back and had him sit on my face so he I could eat him out while he sucked me. Then I spun him around and let him work his ass on my cock. The pained look of pleasure on his face was so good. But he didn’t have any trouble taking it, and even as the fat base of me speared into him his cock stayed pointed at the ceiling.

Here I was, fucking my son’s best friend while my son fucked his dad just down the hall. It was as wild as I’d ever gotten in my life, and I had to admit I felt a little reserved about it. As much as I wanted to bend that boy over and fuck the life out of him, the thought of Julian down the hall made me feel a little – I don’t know, protective I guess. So I let him ride me, and just reveled in the sight of his perfectly cut body writhing as he worked me in and out of himself. Sometimes he would reach down and stroke himself as he rode me. And he’d occasionally look into my eyes but mostly he seemed to be in his own world – which, honestly, was how his dad liked to fuck too.

I ran my hands up his young body. From Julian’s grunts and Drew’s moans I could tell they were fucking too. I thought of Drew’s handsome frame on top of Julian, my son’s hard cock spearing into that hot, mature ass. I knew it was wrong but the wrongness was turning me on. I found myself getting close as Brett rode me harder.

“I’m gonna cum in you Brett if you keep riding me like that,” I said.

“Yeah, cum in me!” he said, bouncing that tight ass up and down on me. He had his handsome face turned up to the ceiling and was jacking himself furiously. I held onto his hips as I began to unload into the boy, my cock enlarging with each shot that went deep inside of him. A moment later he began to unleash a load of semen all over me, thick spurts that covered my torso. 

Then he collapsed onto me. We lay there, heaving, listening to the sounds across the hall – Julian’s grunts getting more gutteral, even a slap that I had to assume was my son using Julian’s ass like it was his fuck toy.

“Gonna cum in you!” I heard Drew say – words I’d never thought I’d hear from my boy’s mouth.

“Cum in me, Drew, fuck me,” Julian said, and as we listened Brett continued to ride my cock which was still inside of him. By the time Drew and Julian’s moans reached a crescendo we were both still hard, fucking and making out.

Laughter from across the hall broke the spell. Brett extricated himself from me and got up to pull on his underwear; I did the same. I chanced to duck my head into Julian’s room – they were both getting dressed, and Julian was wiping off what I had to assume was my son’s cum from his stomach.

“Well, shit,” I said. Julian shook his head and grinned. Drew glanced up at me, a sly smile on his face. “I guess I’ll take my boy back, now.” 

“That was fun,” Brett said, coming around me.

“No shit,” Drew concurred, and the boys slapped palms and nodded at each other. I took hold of Julian’s face and gave him a kiss.

“We can talk about it in the morning,” Julian said, to all of us.

“Yeah let’s get some sleep,” I said. “Come on, Drew.” I gave Julian and Brett once last look before I shut the door – they were getting in bed together. The natural order had been restored, at least to some degree.

“Was that too crazy, Dad?” Drew asked me after we’d got in bed. I saw his concerned expression in the moonlight. The sound of the surf rumbled outside. “It was both of our ideas. We got really horny talking about it earlier today and just went for it.”

“It was a little crazy. Maybe not something we should do again. But I enjoyed it,” I said.

“You fucked Brett, right?” Drew said. The catch in his voice made it clear he was turned on by thinking about it, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But then I was getting turned on, too.

“I did,” I said.

“Doesn’t he have the best ass?” Drew said. I noticed him adjusting himself under the covers.

“It’s a lot like his dad’s,” I said. “Did you fuck Julian?”

“I did,” Drew said. “That’s okay, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess we’re both tops, huh?”

“Well, I’m vers. Brett too, pretty much. He bottoms more, though.”

“How long have you guys been hooking up?” I said.

“Since sophomore year,” Drew said. “But we didn’t, like, go all the way until this year. And we’re not like boyfriends or anything. More just fuck buddies.”

“Well I’m glad you guys are friends,” I said.

“I’ve always thought Julian was hot,” Drew said. “Did you used to think about Brett?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted. Drew’s hand was moving quite a bit under the covers. I was hard as a rock. But things had gone far enough for one night.

“Okay, calm down,” I said to Drew in my best ‘dad voice’. “We need to get some sleep.” Drew laughed and took his hand away.

“Okay,” he said. A pause. “Can we do it again though? Tomorrow? Or before we leave?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Now get some sleep.”

“Okay. Night, Dad,” Drew said, and turned over. I lay there, cock throbbing. Maybe, I’d said. But there wasn’t a lot of doubt in my mind. The question was how far I’d let things go.

Pt II

Julian gave me a sheepish grin when we passed each other in the hallway that morning. By the time I was in the kitchen, grinding the coffee, I started to wonder how much of a mistake we’d made. Had we crossed the Rubicon?

But then Drew and Brett came in and poured themselves cereal and were joking and laughing, all boyish energy, no trace of guilt or awkwardness. If they didn’t care, why should I?

Julian came in and I handed him a cup of coffee. “You’re the best,” he said, giving me a sleepy-eyed grin. He whispered in my ear. “I’ve still got your boy’s load in me.”

“Jesus,” I said, but my cock jumped.

“Wonder if Brett still has your cum in him?” Julian said. But our boys were noticing us and whispering themselves, so I shook my head and changed the subject.

By the time we’d posted up on the beach and the hot sun was hitting me, my anxieties were melting away.

“Did we got too far last night?” Julian asked me. He was on his stomach in the sun, firm butt barely covered by a Speedo.

“Probably,” I said. “Not that the boys seem to mind.”

“Yeah. I can’t see why we should care if they don’t,” Julian said, looking to where they were tossing their bodies into the surf, looking like golden gods in the sunshine. “Brett asked me twice if we could do it again before we go home.”

“Drew said the same thing,” I said.

“Well, I’m fine chalking it up to a one-time lapse in judgement,” Julian said, flipping over to reveal a half-hard cock in his swimsuit. “But, I will say, your boy knows how to fuck.”

I laughed but it caught in my throat. My cock was rising just like his was.

“Tell me more,” I said.

“I mean he fucks a lot like you, which I guess isn’t surprising,” Julian said, adjusting his boner so that it was less obvious. “But there’s something about a young guy, you know? He had stamina. His cock is a lot like yours, too. Thick.”

“Well, Brett’s ass is pretty incredible,” I said, my rod now fully extended and throbbing. “You could bounce a quarter off it.”

“Did you eat him out?” Julian said.

“You bet I did.”

“Good. You always rim me good. I’m glad Brett got to enjoy that.”

“Did Drew eat your ass?” I asked.

“He did a good job of it but you could give him some tips,” Julian said, adjusting himself and chancing a quick stroke of himself in the process. “He fucked like a rabbit. He even came twice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, first when I was blowing him, but he stayed hard and then he came a second time inside of me.”
Now I was having a hard time keeping my hand off my cock. I glanced around nervously, but nobody was paying attention to us.

“We’re a couple of perverts, aren’t we?” I said with a laugh.

“Seems like we’ve passed that on to the next generation,” Julian said.

“Look at us,” I said, motioning to my hard cock, flexing in my trunks.

“Should we go ‘get lunch?’” he said. I didn’t have to think hard about that. We waited till our cocks went down then walked to the shore to tell Brett and Drew. Their smirks told me they knew exactly what we were up to.

“They totally know we’re going to fuck,” I said to Julian as we walked to the beach house.

“They’re probably just annoyed we’re using the house to fuck and they aren’t.”

We had at each other as soon as we got inside. Julian went down on me and was looking up at me in between taking me all the way down his throat, his firm butt with its sharp tan lines spread out behind him.

“Who gives head better, me or my son?” Julian said.

“Jesus, Julian,” I said. “I don’t know…I might have to have you both in front of me and compare.”

“Mmph,” he said, stuffing my cock back down his throat.

I spun him around and shoved him against the wall, then got down and buried my face in his perched-out ass.

“I shouldn’t have showered before we left,” Julian said when I came back up to suck at his neck, my cock poking at his ready hole. “You might have tasted Drew’s cock and cum in my hole.”

“Stop,” I said, shocked at how far we were going but also deliriously horny from it. “You know I didn’t shower this morning, so you were probably tasting Brett’s ass on my cock a minute ago.”

“Fuck,” Julian said. He looked into my eyes as he slowly got back down on my knees. Then, slowly, he began to lick at the sides of my cock and suck on the head. “Mm,” he said, as if relishing the remnants of his son’s ass on it.

We were so far gone, a swirling mess of lust. I was rough as I picked Julian up and flung him against the wall again, kicking his legs apart and shoving my cock inside of him.

“You like being a slut for me and my boy?” I said as I pounded him.

“Fuck yeah I do. Fuck me you like you fucked my son,” he said. That was all it took for me. I held deep and unloaded. He shot one right after, a massive load that coated the wall. I had him get down and lick it off. Never in our lives had we had such hot sex.

Walking back to the beach, we kept looking at each other, shaking our heads, laughing.

“Where’s lunch?” Brett said. I looked at Julian, speechless.

“You guys just fucked, didn’t you?” Drew said.

“None of your business,” I said.

Drew rolled his eyes. “You could have invited us,” he said. Brett laughed.

“Go get us some burgers from the boardwalk,” Julian said to change the subject. I think we were both trying to maintain an air of respectability.

That night we went out and had a nice dinner, then Brett surprised us by offering us all edibles. Drew went right for it, and I was surprised when Julian popped one, too.

“When in Rome,” I said, and Brett smiled as he handed it to me.

An hour later we were all feeling quite loose as we wandered around the boardwalk. Drew often had his arm around Brett, and seeing the ease they had for public affection made me feel bolder, and I wrapped my arm around Julian as we strolled, even holding his hand for a bit.

When we got back to the house, the kids were begging us to let them have a beer. We finally relented – it was our last night, after all.

“Are we terrible parents?” I said as we watched them pop them open.

“Eh, they’re adults now,” Julian said.

“Oh please – you guys have had sex with us,” Drew said. All night we’d avoided the subject – it had felt good to let the tension go. But now Drew’s comment seemed to hang in the air.

“Please tell me you won’t drop comments like that when we get back home,” I said.

“Yeah, I don’t think your mother would be thrilled to hear we had an intergenerational swinger situation going on this week,” Julian added.

“Well if that’s the case then let’s do it one more time,” Brett said. He was sitting next to Drew on the couch and he ran his hand up Drew’s leg.

“Not a good idea,” I said.

“C’mon,” Drew said. “You guys got to fuck earlier. Me and Brett have been so horny all day. At least let us use a bedroom.”

“He has a point,” Julian said.

“Yes please,” Brett said, swinging his legs over Drew’s lap. “I need fucked.”

“You sure you don’t want to fuck Brett again, Dad?” Drew said to me, sliding his hand beneath the leg of Brett’s shorts. “He said you fucked him good.”

“Julian said the same thing about you,” I said. Drew looked proud.

“Alright, truth be told, I fucked Brett real quick in the bathroom this morning while he still had your cum in him,” Drew said, flushing red. I’m sure I turned the same shade.

“How was that?” I said, the words catching in my throat.

“Hot as fuck,” Drew said, his fingers going so far up the back of Brett’s thick thigh that he seemed to be tickling Brett’s hole. Brett had a full boner and, now I noticed, so did Drew. Julian was trying to maintain his composure, but the way he was shifting in his seat told me all I needed to know.

“Guys,” I said, sighing. “I’m just afraid we’re going to regret this when we get back.” I looked to Julian, Brett, my son. Nobody seemed to agree with me. Brett had his hand on Drew’s crotch and was massaging his hard cock while Drew was apparently fingering Brett under his shorts.

“We’ve already gone this far,” Julian said, resting his hand on my thigh. Drew and Brett smiled at each other, then leaned in and began to make out. I looked to Julian to entreat him to stop it all, but all I saw was lust in his eyes. He leaned into me and we began to make out, too.

It was intoxicating to look over at Drew and Brett from time to time, to see how my son kissed and pushed things forward, his hands moving where they wanted and Brett responding to each touch.

Julian was so hard; I was too. The recklessness of it all charged the room. Julian reached for my crotch and began stroking my cock under my shorts as we kissed.

I noticed the open blinds on the door to the deck. “Maybe we should close that,” I said.

“Yeah, and turn off the top light, too,” Julian suggested. I stood and shut the blinds.

“Check out that tent,” Brett said. Meaning me.

“That was inside you,” Drew said.

“Fuck yeah it was,” Brett said. I had a brief moment, walking toward the light switch, where I thought: I could stop this right now before it goes too far. “Your dad’s cock was inside me…” Brett said.

My cock was thinking for me. I switched off the light and came back to Julian, who immediately got on the floor between my legs and began to pull off my shorts. My cock rose up into the air.

“Damn, Dad, you’re bigger than I realized,” Drew said.

“Thanks,” I said. Brett smiled. He’d got on all fours on the couch. Drew had his arm slung over Brett’s back, his hand still under the back of his shorts, fingers pumping. I watched with baited breath as Brett reached into Drew’s shorts and revealed my boy’s boner to me for the first time.

“Not so bad yourself there, junior,” I said. Drew just smiled. He really did have a great, thick cock. Then Brett went down on him, and Drew’s face melted, eyes turning up to the ceiling.

Brett and Julian: father and son, fellating another father and son. I could look down at Julian, lost in his cocksucking, then glance over at my son who was feeling the same lust that I was. Our eyes caught, and we held one another’s gaze for a moment, well aware we were feeling the same things. It was a powerful moment.

I pulled Julian up to me. We all paused to strip naked. I thought: Okay, we’re doing this, I thought. Father/son orgy. Julian stood across from me and I pulled him into me; we made out while I grasped his muscular butt, feeling between his granite cheeks and sinking my finger into his hole while he moaned in my ear.

I spun Julian around and pushed him over the back of the couch. He was used to this and got into position on all fours, perching out his spread-ass for my tongue.

“Look what a slut your dad is,” Drew whispered.

“Like father like son,” Brett said. I was vaguely aware of Brett’s shallow moans and the sound of Drew’s wet mouth as I got lost in tonguing Julian’s muscle butt. My cock was so hard and ready to fuck – rimming always does that to me, and Julian has the best hole, pink and tight and ringed with hair.

“I wanna ride you,” Julian said, rising up. I sat back on the couch. Brett was sitting on Drew’s face, sucking my son’s cock as he moaned and ground his ass onto his tongue. Julian straddled me, face-forward, and sank his asshole down my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. Brett, seemingly in response, rose off Drew’s face and held his cock steady, teasing it into his ass. Drew looked at me as Brett began to take his cock inside, and I watched Drew’s eyes roll back in his head as Brett sat down on him fully.

The room was suffused with the sounds and smells of sex, me and my son’s cocks getting pleasured again and again by Julian and Brett’s tight holes, moans, grunts and gasps. I was getting lost in it when I heard Drew whisper something to Brett.

Brett extracted Drew’s cock from inside of him and stood. Julian, who’d been riding me steadily, slowed as his son approached and touched his shoulder. Brett gave his dad a sly smile. Drew was smiling at me. Julian looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. Julian got off me and Brett took his place, straddling me and taking the cock that had just been inside of his father, inside of himself. He smiled down at me, so handsome and boyish. Then he leaned down and we began to kiss.

“I missed this cock,” he whispered in my ear. I looked over at the sofa opposite, where Julian was riding my son’s cock, his wide back and substantial butt taking Drew in him again and again. It was a trip to see that – the ass I’d fucked so many times now, hugging my son’s fat cock. Drew was in seventh heaven, feeling up Julian’s tits and stroking his hard, bouncing cock.

I watched as Drew aggressively lifted Julian, putting him on his back and tossing his legs up over his young shoulders. He fluidly inserted his diamond-hard cock right back into Julian’s waiting hole and pounded into him from above. Drew had the hardest, firmest young butt. I won’t lie and say it wasn’t a pleasure to watch him fuck. Julian seemed to be enjoying himself as much as Drew was.

“Fuck me from behind,” Brett said in my ear. “It’s me and Drew’s favorite.”

“Mine too,” I said. I got up and at first I was going to position Brett facing the back of the couch. But Brett made a point of leaning over the coffee table, ass perched out and waiting for my cock, so that when I began to fuck him doggystyle, we had a full view of Julian and Drew.

Things were quiet for a while as we got thoroughly sweaty. Then Drew called over to me.

“Do you edge in his ass, Dad?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, making shawllow, head-only thrusts into Brett’s butt. “I love doing that.”

“I know, right? You’re fun to fuck, Mr. M,” Drew said.

“Keep giving me that cock,” Julian said, in a tone of hopeless lust that I knew well. “Brett, how are you doing over there?”

“This cock feels so good, Dad,” Brett said. “I’m edging.”

“Same, kid,” Julian said.

It felt like we were all getting close.

“Fuck me, Mr. G, fuck my ass,” Brett kept saying. Julian was getting more vocal too, begging my son for his cock.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I said.

“Fuck yeah, me too, Dad,” Drew said.

“Cum in me again, Drew,” Julian said.

“Knock me up, Mr. G,” Brett said, furiously jacking his cock.

I came first, I think, holding my rod deep inside of Brett as it swelled and blasted shot after shot. I watched as Drew did the same, seemingly timing his orgasm to mine. We locked eyes for another moment of sexual empathy that felt as exciting as it did wrong.

Brett and Julian followed, Julian throwing ropes that coated his bearish chest, and Brett blasting all over the coffee table and carpet, his tight hole squeezing my still-pulsating cock with each shot.

We detached and caught our breath. Drew came over to me and surprised me by holding his hand out for a high-five. I slapped my palm against his.

“Talk about some father-son bonding,” he said. I laughed and wiped my brow.

“We’ll keep this one a secret from your mom, okay?”

“Dad – c’mon,” Drew said.

“Don’t get so hung up on it,” Julian said, his still-dripping half-hard boner waving around. “How you doin there, kiddo?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Brett, who blushed and looked down. Julian tousled his hair.

The boys went to the bathroom to clean up. I was wiping Brett’s cum off the coffee table when Julian wrapped his hand around my neck.

“Well that was a new experience,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” I said, standing and letting him pull me in for a kiss. I put a hand on his sweaty butt, and couldn’t resist sliding a finger in his hole to feel Drew’s hot load.

“That’s a lot of cum,” I said.

“You know what they say: young, hung and…” Julian said. “…well, now I’m full of cum, anyway.”

“So’s your boy,” I said.

Julian just laughed. “Thanks for letting loose with me,” he said. “I needed it.”

“I guess I did, too,” I said. “You think we can keep it all confined to right here, right now, though?”

Julian considered it. “Sure,” he said. “At least until our next vacation.”

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