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Chapter 3
Our Friends
Original Concept: The Savannah Kid
Chapter by: Jon Hold
Well, I didn't get to heal up very much that day. James and I were after each other like a couple of madmen all day. James was so turned on by what his dad had said that he fucked me totally without restraint, pounding me hard as he called me "Brother" over and over and over. He blasted my ass with a hot load of teen-cum and didn't even stop thrusting, just started fucking me again. Maybe with not as much fury, but with even more intensity. When he came that time he collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I started sucking at him with my asshole, keeping him stiff and exploring how much I could really control my muscles back there. I was amazed at how sensitive I was back there too. I could feel each of the hard veins that traced their way across the engorged shaft of James' wonderful cock. I discovered that I could take just the head of James' cock right in the entryway into my ass and flutter my asslips around the big mushroom. Another thing that I discovered was that doing that made James crazy. He'd started kissing me, really kissing me, just like I was a girl he was really trying to make out with, only it was boy-to-boy and he knew it and knew I wasn't going to play any silly girl games with him and try and stop him to prove anything. The more I explored his cock and tested the things my butt could do to him, the deeper and more intently he kissed me. When I started flutter my butthole on his cockhead he whined high in the back of his throat and started to savage my mouth, trying to suck my tongue off, biting my lips and trying to stick his tongue all the way down my throat. The harder he kissed the harder I pulled at his cockhead with my velvety ass muscles. The next thing I knew James was putting a huge hickey on the side of my neck and pounding my ass harder than he ever had before, totally without restraint as if both our lives depended on his ability to throw me the world's all-time hardest fuck. I did my very best to keep up with him.
After that fuck ended with both of us dumping half our body fluids out of the end of our dicks, James collapsed on top of me. I locked my ankles together behind the small of his back to make sure he wouldn't slip out of me and we both passed out.
I woke up sometime later with James slowly, barely moving, humping my ass. He grinned at me when he noticed me staring at him and I grinned right back and pinched his dick with my ass muscles. He stuck his tongue out at me and gave me a hard, all the way to the bottom fuck and I just opened up and tried to suck him in deeper. That was the fuck where I totally accepted James inside of me and all the soreness went away --- forever. We just played around with each other, having fun, teasing and giggling. We were laughing uproariously when we came and neither of us could believe how good, how alive and alert and full of energy we were. We tried to tell each other how proud and happy we were to be each others brothers and that got us to talking about his dad. Our dad.
I really tried to tell James how neat I thought his dad was. How good looking and strong and... and... well, just how wonderful he was. I knew that James and his dad had been having problems. They seemed to misunderstand what the other was saying and to constantly be getting into one sort of fuss or another with each other. But I wanted James to know how much I respected his father and how really wonderful I thought he was. James asked me if I loved his dad and I blushed and turned my eyes away, but admitted that I did. He asked me if I'd let his dad fuck me if he wanted to. I blushed even redder, but had no intentions of ever lying to James and admitted that I thought Dad, our Dad was the handsomest, best looking, most exciting man I'd ever seen and that if he ever said he wanted to fuck me that my legs would be up in the air in a split second unless James told me not too do that.
James was quiet for a few minutes. Then he sighed and told me that if I ever got a chance to be even closer to his dad, that I'd be a fool to hesitate. Then he told me about how him and his dad used to pal around together all the time; how his dad had taught him to camp and hunt, how to play football and baseball and basket ball and soccer and how close they'd been. He told me how him and his dad used to take showers together all the time and how much he loved seeing his dad naked and how great it felt when his dad washed him, especially when his dads big, strong hands washed between his legs and down his buttcrack.
James told me about when he started to be a man and started having feelings about wanting to have sex with his dad, springing hard-ons whenever he thought about him or saw him naked and how ashamed he was and how afraid he was that his father would hate him if he knew what his son was thinking. I held James as he started crying, telling me how much he loved his father and why he had to hide his feelings and keep getting into conflicts with his father to hide his real feelings. I felt lost, not knowing what to do. So I just held onto James and let him talk it out and cry against my shoulder.
The next two weeks turned into a whirlwind of getting ready for semester break and the final tests we were going to happen. Dad and Mom insisted that I call them "Mom" and "Dad". Well, Dad insisted, Mom just looked hurt when I slipped up. I talked to my father on the telephone and told him (Okay, he pretty much had to drag it out of me, but I did tell him the truth) about how I was being treated. I didn't tell him that James had his cock down my throat or up my ass every chance we could arrange, but I did tell him about Mr. and Mrs. Truett wanting me to call them "Dad" and "Mom". My father told me that he'd known Mr. Truett ever since they were kids and that he respected him. Me calling Mr. Truett "Dad" was fine with my father. He just wanted me to know that he loved me very much and that as soon as he could get everything worked out that he hoped that we could be together again.
I started crying and Daddy tried to calm me down and tell me that everything was going to be okay. I couldn't seem to stop crying so Daddy told me to go get Mr. Truett. I did as I was told and when James saw I was crying he put his arm around me, right in front of his parents and then just set his jaw and came with Mr. Truett to talk to my father. I think he thought he was going to have to get in a fight with Pop over me. Mr. Truett put the phone on speaker so we could all hear what was being said.
"James! You still there?"
"Yeah, Don. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. Your boy seems upset though."
"Yeah. Well, sorry about that. I guess he's not too happy about me and his mom breaking up."
"It's final then?"
"Yeah. She just doesn't want any part of me any more and... uhhhh."
"What is it, Jim-bo?"
"The boys there with you?"
"Yeah."
"Could you hold my boy for me please."
"James' has got him."
"They close now?"
"Just like brothers. What is it, Jim?"
"Clay. I really don't know how to say this, so I'll just spit it out. Your mother doesn't want anything to do with either of us any more. Her and her parents are being really nasty about the divorce and it's going to take me a while back here to get everything straightened out."
I just buried my face in James' shoulder and cried. James put his arms around me and held me tight.
"Clay? Son? Are you okay?"
"James has him, Jim-bo. Nobody likes hearing something like that, but he's got family here and he'll be okay."
"Thank you, Don. That means the world to me. This is likely to take a while. You don't mind taking care of him for me, do you?"
"Don't insult me, James. You'd take care of my boy, I'll sure as hell take care of yours!"
"Thanks, Don. That means the world to me right now. I want to be there with him --- but I can't and if I can't be there, there's nobody in the world I'd rather him be with. Clay? Is that okay with you?"
I looked up at Mr. Truett and just nodded my head. He smiled a gentle smile at me and James said, "Please, Daddy! Please!"
"It's just fine with the boys, Jim-bo. And you know that Emily's always wanted another kid. She loves having him with us. You might even have trouble getting him back from us."
Mr. Truett laughed and so did my father. "You listen to me, Don. That boy can be a handful. You treat him just exactly like he was your own. He needs to go across your knee, you do it --- or whatever else it takes." Pop paused, and then said, "Whatever it takes, Don. You understand?"
Now it was Mr. Truett's turn to stop and think. James and I held our breath, waiting for his answer.
"I understand, James. Until you can come back, he's my son."
"Clay? Is that okay with you? Do you mind having two Dad's for the rest of your life? It'll mean that it's going to be twice as hard getting away with stuff."
Mr. Truett looked at me and, my eyes filled with hope, I nodded 'Yes' as hard as I could.
"I don't think he's going to have any problem with that, Jim-bo. But I guess you know that to keep things fair you're going to have to be a Dad to my boy too. We'd better get him across your knee as soon as we can so that he understands because if you think your boy is a handful, wait until you try and deal with your namesake."
James and I stared at each other. It had never dawned on us that he had been named after my father. Then, all of a sudden, it dawned on James what else is father had said and he started getting all indignant. Mr. Truett and I started laughing, me trying to wipe tears and snot off my face and Mr. Truett just roaring out loud.
"I gather James doesn't like the idea." My dad said.
Trying to control himself, but busting out laughing again every time he looked at James, Mr. Truett said, "You could say that, Jim-bo. I think the idea of having two of us to try and evade has got his dander up."
James started sputtering, trying to deny any such base canard, but now he had three guys laughing at him.
"Look, I've got to go now. I'll call again every time I can. Thanks, Don. This means the world to me."
"Por nada, amigo. Mi casa es su casa."
"Clay, you be a good boy now, you hear!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. I love you!"
"Me too, Pop."
"James?"
"Yes, Sir." James said, sort of stiffly.
"Is this all okay with you? I mean, having Clay around like a brother and all?"
"No, Sir!" James said stiffly, pulling me up against him. "Clay IS my brother."
Very softly, my dad said, "Thank you, James. Thank you very much." I heard that funny sound in his throat my dad makes when he's trying not to cry.
"Good-night" Mr. Truett said.
"Good-night, everyone. Give my love to Emily."
James and I echoed the good-bye and the room got very silent when the phone clicked.
Mr. Truett, Dad, walked over and took me in his arms. "Welcome home, Son." he said, kissing me right on the lips, surprising the hell out of me when he patted my bottom at the same time. Mr. Truett shot out a quick-arm and snagged James by the butt, pulling him over and kissing him right on the lips too before he could dodge away. "You too you raunchy little stud!"
All the built-up emotions let loose and we started a three-way tussle that ended up with me under one of Mr. Truett's arms and James under the other. I couldn't believe how strong he was, our struggling hardly affected him. He just laughed and walked off to the kitchen with us. I made up my mind right then to call Mr. Truett "Dad" and my father "Pop", at least in my own head. I told James about that later and he thought it was a really good idea to keep things from getting too confusing. Having two James' was bad enough he said. I didn't think it was going to be any problem because James liked to be called "James" and Pop was always called "Jim".
"You willing to accept custody of these two?" he asked Mom.
She turned from the stove and put one hand on her hip and the other under her chin, considering the two of us as we hung there helplessly. Finally, she sighed and said, "I guess so. I need someone to set the table anyway."
Dad just let go and James and me squealed as we fell to the floor. Dad stepped forward to kiss his wife, one hand grabbing for her ass at the same time. She squealed indignantly and walloped him with long wooden spoon.
Dad walked out to the living room to watch his evening news program, rubbing his arm and muttering about how he had to do all the hard stuff and how all anyone ever tried to do was beat him up. The lack of sympathy he received was thunderous in its silence.
After dinner Dad told Mom that we men had some talking to do and Mom said that was no problem and that she'd just do the dishes herself. She'd gotten a dishwasher for her birthday, so we knew she really didn't mind.
Dad took us out back and put his arms around our shoulders before walking us out across the field behind the house. Silently, we went out to the carriage house about 100 yards from the house. James had already warned me that this was his Dad's private place and that we should never go near it. Dad took out a key and unlocked the door and then ushered us inside.
Dad flicked a light switch and two bare lightbulbs glowed. The whole downstairs was one big room with only a few posts in the way. There was a couple of old cars covered with dusty canvas and some workbenches and tools and stuff and not much else. Dad led the way across the downstairs room and then up a staircase against the back wall. Dad unlocked the upstairs door with the same key and let us inside. This was just one big room too, but not as wide as the downstairs room. There was a huge old four-poster bed with a canopy on top, a kitchen and dining area, an old TV and some comfortable looking chairs and couch and a toilet and shower over in one corner. We looked around wide eyed. What a great place. Everything was neat and clean and... I don't know, really masculine, like there'd never been a woman fussing around "arranging" things.
"Well. What do you think?" Dad asked.
"This is cool, Dad! No wonder you wanted to keep it private!" James said. I just nodded in agreement.
"My Dad helped me fix it up when I got old enough to need some privacy. How'd you boys like to move out here and claim this for your own?"
Stunned, James and I turned and stared at each other. Then at Dad. His face was dead serious.
James and I exploded. Jumping up on Dad. Hugging and kissing him. Running around the room checking everything out. Assuring Dad that he would be welcome to come out anytime and that we'd even leave him alone if he needed privacy. Jumping up on him some more. Asking him if he was sure he wanted to do this and would it really and truly be a private place for us.
Dad told us that as long as we took care of the place and respected his stuff downstairs, that this was our room now and that we could move our stuff in anytime we wanted too, that he'd already moved his stuff downstairs.
Me and James wanted to know if we could spend the night and Dad just swatted our asses and told us to get ready for bed and that he'd tuck us in on our first night. We started stripping and Dad told us there were some new toothbrushes in the cabinet over the sink. The shower was a big tiled box with sliding glass doors so James and I took a quick shower together, pissed and brushed our teeth. Dad had the bed turned down for us and we jumped into the crisp white sheets one after the other. Dad pulled the covers up over us and, after nudging us closer together, tucked us in. Leaning over James, Dad kissed me good-night right on the lips. Without my even noticing, my tongue darted out and licked Dad's lips. I was shocked, and a little afraid, but Dad just open his lips and licked me right back as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My lips automatically parted just like James had taught me to do and the next think I knew I had a mans tongue gently exploring my mouth. I moaned and put my arms up around Dad's neck and my own tongue and mouth got to work sucking on Dad's tongue and kissing him back as good as I knew how, learning quickly from him. Dad was one GOOD kisser. Dad finally pulled back, giving me one final little peck on the lips. "I love you, Son. Sleep well."
"Thank you, Daddy. I will." I said, flustered. Then I snuggled up closer to James. Daddy and James just looked at each other. The both looked scared to me. I reached up and gently pulled Daddy's face down to James'. Looked to me like Daddy ended up kissing James just as good as he'd kissed me. They finally pulled apart and Daddy's voice was husky and he held onto James' head when he said, "I love you, Son. Very, very much."
"I love you, Daddy."
Well. That was a revelation. I'd never seen James kiss his dad. I'd never heard him call his dad 'Daddy'. And I'd sure as hell never heard him tell his dad he loved him. Dad stood up and left the room, turning out the light before he closed the door. That night, just as James and I were really getting into lovemaking I said something about how the sheets smelled like Dad. James got a funny look on his face, just like he was getting ready to cry. He rolled over on his belly and buried his face in his pillow. He just laid there like that for a little bit and then spread his legs. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted. I crawled under the covers and got between his legs and for the very first time kissed him right on the asshole.
I sniffed around James' butt. First just sniffing and rubbing my face against his amazingly soft skin. That was neat, so I started putting little kisses all over James' ass. He started to get excited, lifting his butt and moaning. I started licking James' muscular buttcheeks and he started rotating his hips. I felt between his legs and he was definitely on the rail. I picked up his balls and started to play with them and James mechanically lifted his hips and spread his legs even further, going up on his wide-spread knees. That opened up his crack and I immediately follower the wonderful teen musk and just wallowed my face in the exposed and gapping crack. James moaned deep in his chest and jerked like I'd stuck him with a big needle. I started licking in James' crack and he started panting. My tongue accidently reached down too low and licked across James' butthole. It tasted wonderful! The next thing I knew I was eating out James' hole like I was starving to death, and I was. I couldn't get enough of the taste and the feel of him. James opened up his hole for me so my tongue could burrow as deeply as it could reach. James started getting really crazy, and I knew exactly what he wanted --- and needed.
I spit in my hand several times and slicked up my dick with my sex thickened saliva. But the time I started crawling up over James' back he was moaning and mumbling. I couldn't understand what he was saying until I got right up on top of him and started pushing into his flushed, expectant opening.
"Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please fuck me, Daddy." James kept saying over and over, never breaking the litany as I entered him and began to slowly fuck him. When I picked up the action James changed to, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. I want you to fuck me in the ass, Daddy." I kept quiet and did my best to hold up my end of James' fantasy. When he came he started crying into his pillow and I just laid there on top of him. Holding him, my nuts aching, until he finally fell asleep. I laid there thinking for a long time before I joined him in slumber. That was the first time I ever got to fuck James. I never did get a nut until I took a shower in the morning and jacked off.
All day at school different ideas and plans kept running through my head. I wasn't worth shit in class. TGIWF. When I got home I ran into the kitchen and asked Mom if she thought it would be a good idea if James and I had a thank-you party for Dad that night. She just smiled and took me to the grocery store. Steak and scalloped potato mix and salad stuff and all sorts of good stuff, even a case of Dad's favorite brand of beer. Mom told me that James and I were big boys now and that if we wanted to have a beer every now and then it was fine with her, but the first time she caught us drunk or driving after even one sip of beer we were going to think that any licking our fathers had given us were Christmas presents compared to what she'd do to us. I had no reason to doubt her and had every intention of keeping both myself and James on the straight and narrow. I told Mom that I'd keep James and me to her rules, but not to expect Dad back tonight because we were planning on getting him drunk. She just laughed and put another case of beer on the bottom shelf of the shopping cart. "You'll need at least that much then." is all she said.
I had everything put away and the room straightened up, potatoes in the oven and steaks marinating by the time James and Dad got home from the Friday night football game. They were excited because not only did our team win, but the winning touchdown was run by James, starting from his own two yard line. They wanted to know what had happened, why I wasn't at the game. I gave James on of those, 'Go along with me on this one' looks and told Dad that James and I had a surprise for him. All excited, I grabbed Dad's hand and started dragging him towards mine and James' new room. James picked up on my idea right away and grabbed Dad's other hand, the two of us tugging at him like a couple of little kids at Disneyland.
I had Dad's favorite robe, one of those blue and white short Happi Coat things, laying on the bed and he automatically stripped down to his baggy boxers and put on his Happi coat. James and I stripped down to our jockey shorts and bounced around the room dressed in no more than that. I got a beer out of the refrigerator and popped it open for Dad. "Aren't you guys going to have one?" he asked. Grinning at James, who grinned right back, I got two more cold ones out.
Dinner turned out great. James wasn't shit as a cook, but he was a great assistant, setting the table, lighting candles and serving the salad and such. Dad finished two cans of beer before dinner and had two more during dinner. James and I each had a second during dinner. After dinner I got Dad another beer but he said he'd better not. I told him Mom said it was okay and that he could spend the night with us if he got drunk. Dad grinned and took the beer greedily. He went out a door James and I hadn't explored yet that led to a porch that looked out over the woods out back. He sat out there drinking beer while James and I cleaned up after dinner.
James and I each got another beer, and one more for Dad, and went out back. Companionably, we just sat and talked quietly and watched the moon come up. I had to take a pee and when I came back I brought Dad another beer and crawled up in his lap like a little kid, laying my somewhat dizzy head against his chest. He just put his arm around me and started rocking the both of us as he and James continued their conversation. I saw that James was maybe just a tiny bit jealous, and let that build for a while until he was definitely jealous. Then I pushed Dad's legs apart and patted Dad's other leg, inviting James to join us. James just got flustered and shook his head 'No'.
"Come on, James." Dad said. "A big old man like me has plenty of lap for both of his sons."
Dad held his arm out and James really didn't have any choice. Hesitantly, embarrassed he got up and quickly walked over and sat on Dad's other leg. I noticed that the front of James' Jockey's were sort of pushed out, pretty full in front, and I was pretty sure Dad noticed that too. James was just stiffly sitting there but Dad pulled him down against his chest just like I was and wrapped his other arm around his other son. We just sat there like that for a while. Dad rocking while I hand my hand under his robe, running my fingers slowly through the hair and feeling his chest. Dad and James both seemed uncomfortable, Dad not really knowing where to put his hands on our nearly naked bodies and James watching what I was doing with an almost angry look on his face. I just waited.
Dad finally relaxed and just let his hands sort of slowly slide up and down from our thighs over our cloth covered butts to our narrow waists and up to our chests. James didn't really relax, but he just couldn't take in any more and he slowly, as if he were sneaking and no one was going to notice, ran his hand over my arm and under the other side of Dad's robe, concentrating intensely on the messages his fingertips were sending him. Dad just sort of purred and tilted his head to the side so he could lay it on top of mine. He started asking us about school and sports and our friends and stuff, every once in a while lifting his head to take another swallow of beer. Then he'd rest his head on his other son's head for a while. Neither James nor I had a word of complaint, even when Dad's hands would 'slip' a little bit and he'd get a feel of the front of our underpants instead of the backs.
After a long time Dad patted our butts and told us to go get our showers, it was time for bed.
I told James to go ahead and go first but he said no, that he wasn't about to do a strip tease in front of two horny guys, that I should go first. I was feeling just about as loose as James, even though I'd only had three beers to his four, and told him he could kiss my ass. He was older so he had to go first. He came back with that since he was older, I had to do what he said. I said "Not" and the next thing I knew we were wrestling on the floor, trying to strip each others undershorts off.
Dad was watching and then started laughing at our antics. The next thing I knew he was in the dogpile with us trying to pull the underpants off of us both. Without hesitation, James and I ganged up on Dad and started trying to pull his boxers down. I don't know about James, but I got my hand inside the open fly of Dad's baggy old boxers a couple of times and felt some pretty amazing stuff. We had Dad's britches about half-way down when he changed tactics and picked us up, both together trapped in his powerful arms, and marched us right into the shower stall. He dropped us, trapped between him and the wall and turned on the water. His boxers just sort of hung there as they got wet, but me and James' white Jockey's just turned invisible, with our hard-ons sticking out to beat blue-blazes. We all started laughing and peeled our shorts off, throwing them over in the corner. James and I both had big old hard-ons sticking up our belly's. Dad didn't have an erection, but his dick wasn't soft either, all bloated looking and hanging out in mid-air like that.
I grabbed the soap and started washing Dad, who just smiled and grabbed the overhead water pipe and half-hung there so I could get to him. James got real quiet and just backed into the corner, watching. I figured it was now or never time.
"James wants to wash you too, Daddy. But he's afraid to because he thinks you'll think he's queer because he loves you so much and thinks your body is so beautiful."
It's a good thing James wasn't any older or some sort of magician because if he was any older he'd a had a heart attack for sure. And if he was a Magician, he would have disappeared in a split second.
Dad let his hands fall down to his sides, soap suds slowly finding a path down his body. "Is that true, James?" Dad asked.
James shot me a dirty look, as if I'd betrayed him, and then just turned even redder, looking like he was about to start crying. His dick wilted almost as fast as his head dropped, he just barely nodded 'Yes'.
Dad took a step towards James and then used two fingers to lift his chin so he could look at him. "James! Look at me!" Dad was DEFINITELY on the rail. "Does it look like I'm angry with you, or disgusted with you or anything like that? I was so glad when you decided to quit taking showers with me." I could see James about to burst out in tears. "You were so beautiful, so handsome, so wonderful. It was everything I could do to keep from raping you."
James just stared at Dad. Dumbfounded. Then he suddenly he hugged himself as close as he could to his fathers hairy chest and burst into tears, making those funny sounds crying people do as he tried to blubber out how much he hated not being close to his dad and how much he'd wished, prayed for his father to have sex with him.
I let the mushy stuff go on for a little bit and then took down the hand- held shower spray and started rinsing the soap off of Dad. Then I used the running water and my hand to rinse out the crack of James' ass and then did the same for myself. I figured that was about all the wash-up we were likely to get that night what with the way they were acting. I got out of the shower and started drying off, finally yelling at them to get a move on or they'd freeze to death in there. I was a warm evening, so I doubt that they would have been able to freeze, but they came out anyway and, both of them sort of bashful, took towels from me and dried off. It didn't take much effort to get them both in bed with James in the middle.
They were shy at first, but were soon kissing up a storm I grabbed the big tube of KY jelly that Mom had bought me (without saying a work, I might add) and used the cap to punch a hole through the seal. I slicked up James' ass and then got to work on Dad's monster cock. I didn't know for absolutely positive sure, but it felt to me like James had his work cut out for him. I knew he wasn't a virgin, but my dick wasn't exactly a lot of competition for what Dad was swingin'.
I pushed up on James' thigh and both his legs quite naturally reached up, seeking a resting place on Dad's upper body. Just as naturally, Dad moved over on top of James and hooked his shoulders down to catch the backs of James' heels. Dad's business end was wagging back and forth, its eye weeping in need as it sought the portal into James' body. I caught the heavy thumping organ in my already KY slick hand and guided it forward until Father and Son kissed, at both ends. I lay there, midway down the two lovers, watching as Dad began the process of making entry into his son. Entranced, I watched them make love from an angle not usually shown on the wide-screen. It was lovely. Dads turgid eagerness, trembling with desire. James straining to accept his fathers offering, pushing up against the blunt knob more and more desperately.
It wasn't working. It wasn't going to work. The energy was going from loving to desperate and worried. Without even thinking it over I put my long thin fingers up against my brother and began rubbing and massaging, spreading lubricant and urging James to relax. Dads second nose stayed put, but allowed my fingers access and I returned the favor by stimulating Dad as I coated and recoated him with the slime they were producing together. I slid one finger up inside of James and massaged him from the inside at the same time I was massaging the same muscles from the outside. Dad and I both pushed against James. Stimulating him. Making him more and more eager for more and more stimulation which Dad and I both were perfectly willing to give him.
Dad's cock was pushing against James and against the three fingers I had working up inside of James. I felt James tremble and shake all over, suddenly going lax. I immediately let the pressure inside of James push my fingers out. As they slid free they entwined the big knob of Dad's cockhead and pushed it into the now loose hole without hesitation. Dad howled and James lurched up for more as Dad's cockhead disappeared completely from sight. James jerked up against his father who continued the pressure as his entire organ slowly slid completely inside of his son. My hand was busy the entire time, slathering KY jelly all over Dads shaft and James' ass to make sure that lack of lubrication was not a problem.
Dad ground his pubes against James' hard ass until James was desperately trying to fuck himself on his dad's massive gut stretcher. Then they started to fuck --- and it was beautiful. They were beautiful. Loving. Careful. Powerful. Caring of each other. Something inside my chest hurt really, really bad. I slid out of the bed and quietly went out back and sat in the rocking chair Dad had been using. I curled up in the chair and pulled a lap rug over me. It hurt so bad that I started crying. I'm not sure about what. Maybe it was just that I was missing what Dad and James were sharing, and that I'd secretly wanted to share with my own father. I stayed out there, rocking myself, quietly crying, missing my father and listening, being so very, very happy for them as Dad and James made love.
I must have dozed off because I was sort of torpidly aware as Dad pulled away the lap robe covering me and lifted me up against his warm chest as if I were just a babe. I nuzzled into his chest fur and found a pap. Contentedly, I began to nurse. I'm not sure I would have ever tried that had I been awake, but in my somnolent state it seemed perfectly natural. Dad held me gently in his powerful arms and carried me in and laid me down in bed next to the languidly smiling James. Dad crawled into bed behind me and pulled the covers up over the three of us. James rolled from his back towards me and took possession of my lips, kissing me with happy repletion. I reached behind me and, sure enough, Dad was still slick and about three-quarters hard. I guided him to my hole and lifted my leg. Without all the fuss James had gone through, I skewered myself on the head of Dad's rapidly hardening erection. He didn't need an instruction book to start doing a little pushing of his own, spitting me like a pig over a hot fire. I moaned in pleasure and woke up the rest of the way. I swear I could hear James' dick go 'Sprong!' as he moved closer to me. I hooked my leg over James' hip and locked him up against me, his newrisen erection pushing up against were Dad was pumping into my body.
Gentleman that he was, Dad carefully slid back until James could slide in. It was wonderful to see how courteous and cooperative they were as Father and Son shared access to my ass. We shared madly passionate kisses and they shared me for the longest time until in a burst of held- back passion both of them entered me at the same time, releasing huge quantities of male seed as I coated James with my own effusion. James finally slid out of me, but Dad snuggled up closer and we spent the night with him inside of me. My chest didn't hurt any more.