My Boyfriend and My Two Dads

[KrisGreen]

OMG thats so hot!

 

[bs29697]

Oh My Goodness the last 2 chapters you wrote were some of the HOTTEST reading I've had the pleasure of doing.
Brian

 

[PhoenixStories]

I haven't updated this thread in a while so I figured I'll start with a special treat: an image of the four main characters!

Presenting Will, Eric, David & Sven

 

[PhoenixStories]

Chapter 10: "Two Halloween Parties"

WILL:
I walked across campus, the fog all around me so thick I was barely able to see anything. If I weren't holding a cardboard box full of my possessions with both hands, I would've pulled out my phone and used the flashlight. The sun technically rose 20 minutes ago, but it was so cloudy and foggy that you couldn't even tell. The courtyard was eerily quiet, the crunching of the leaves underneath my feet was all I could hear as I slowly made my way to Dorm Building 1.
There were two or three other people I could see in the distance, which was reassuring. Everyone with their earbuds in, holding cups of hot pumpkin spice latte, their hoodies pulled on to shield them from the fine drizzle.
I was finally moving into my boyfriend Eric's room, which meant I had to make my way through the quad in the rain from Dorm Building 2. His now-ex-roommate Jamal had asked if he could bring in his stuff first thing in the morning before his 9 AM class. I agreed, unaware of just how early that would be. I'd foolishly stayed up late the night before and still felt a bit high when his knocking on the door woke me up. I jumped out of bed, hard as a rock.
"Fuck," I said, looking for some tight underwear to put on. Everything was packed away, I'd have to go out in the loose basketball shorts I wore to sleep. This will have to do, I thought as I rushed to get the door before he woke up the entire suite.
I opened the door. There stood a terrifying red devil, with huge fanged teeth and warts all over his face.
"Aaah!" I jumped.
"Trick or treat," Jamal's voice said. He pulled off the mask and rolled in his suitcase. "D'you like it? It's for the Halloween party tonight."
"Love it. You should wear it all the time."
Fuck, I hated Halloween. And I swear kids in college cared about it more than we did when we were in elementary school.
"I have another small suitcase and a couple of boxes. I'll be – Oh, shit, did I wake you up?" Jamal looked at me.
At first I thought he could tell because of my face, then I looked down to my morning glory. I quickly tried to cover it up.
"That's okay bro," Jamal winked at me. "Where can I dump this stuff?"
"Shhh," I said and pointed to the other bed in the room, where his new roommate Kris was still asleep.
"Oh, okay. Let's try to do this quietly."
—
Ten minutes later I was at Eric's door. The huge rubber spider and synthetic cobweb all over it left me barely any room to knock. My keycard still wasn't activated, so I waited for Eric to get the door.
C'mon, I thought and knocked a second time. I dropped the box on the floor and pulled out my phone. "Eric??! Where are you?!" I texted. No reply. I knocked again.
"Finally" I said as the door opened, realizing a second later that it wasn't Eric.
If Jamal was dressed like a devil this guy looked like an angel, except he wasn't wearing a costume. He wasn't wearing much at all, just a small tight pair of American Eagle trunks. He was tall, cute, and his body was perfect.
In my three years at college I'd gotten used to picture-perfect jocks roaming around campus. Eric and I were no throwaways but c'mon, some of these guys (including American Eagle Guy in front of me) looked photoshopped in real life. For the most part I learned to ignore them, it was pointless to drool over 'em.
And then I fucked up majorly.
"T-Trick or treat," I stuttered.
"What?" he looked at me all confused.
"I mean, hi!" I reached over for a handshake. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Will, I'll be rooming with Eric."
"Oh hey, man" he smiled and shook my hand. A smile looked much cuter on him than a look of confusion. "You're Eric's boyfriend."
So he's mentioned me.
"Yes," I confirmed and reached for my box.
"Let me get that for you," he offered and grabbed it off the floor. His biceps bulged and looked even bigger holding the box.
I walked into the suite and past the shared bathroom in the middle. On the left was our room, on the right American Eagle Guy's.
"Sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"Sorry, bro. It's Aaron. I'm in the room across the hall."
I opened the door to my new room. It smelled of pumpkin. A large jack-o'-lantern was on one of the desks. Eric still snoozed in his bed.
"Here you go," Aaron put down the box and turned to head back to his room. "Hey, are you going to that Halloween party tonight?"
"Um, I think so," I answered.
"Cool, dude. See you there," he winked and shut the door behind him.

DAVID:
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. One of the first things we did after Eric went to college was throw an epic Halloween party, which only kept getting bigger every year since. Just like the the sex parties of our pre-parenthood days, they ended with most people hooking up and fucking.
"Are you ready?" Sven shouted from the other side of the door. We were about to reveal our costumes to each other.
"Just a minute. Putting the finishing touches then you can come in."
"Okay. Cuz I'm all ready for you!"
"Okay, okay. You can come in."
"Fuck!" we both yelled out as soon as the door opened.
Sven looked incredible! He was naked, wearing only a full-body harness. It was black leather and hugged his whole body tightly. It went around his chest, the straps then continuing down and around his ass the way a jockstrap would. In the front, there was nothing but a metal cockring which was a part of the harness itself. He wore black leather lace-up boots up to his knees, aviator sunglasses, and a cap.
His huge dick was rock hard and pointing upward. He must've been stroking it on the other side of the door, waiting to come in and show me. What he didn't know was that I wasn't alone in the room.

SVEN:
"Fuck!"
I walked into our bedroom expecting to see David in his Halloween costume. What I didn't expect was for him to be there with some boy I've never seen before. Shit. I was naked with my cock out, throbbing hard.
The boy looked shocked but didn't react otherwise. David didn't have much of a reaction either. He stood there in a pair of tiny black briefs, the rest of his naked body completely painted orange, white, and black.
"Sven, this is Brady," he said after regaining his composure. "He's an artist, I asked him to paint my body. See, I'm a tiger."
"I see," I said.
"Brady, this is my husband Sven."
"How do you do?" Brady said quietly with a smile, and waved at me. Given my state of erection I figured it's best not to reach for a handshake.
"Brady, why don't you go to the kitchen and get yourself something, you've been working hard. I'll be there in a minute."
"Sure," Brady said and headed for the door. As he passed me, I could see him eye me up and down while trying to be discreet about it.
"So who the hell's Brady?" I walked up to my husband and gave him a kiss as soon as it was just the two of us. My hard dick bobbed up and down as I walked.
"His mom's an acquaintance of mine. She works at our bank, Cynthia."
"And how old is he?" I asked warily.
"Old enough for no one to get arrested," David laughed. "Speaking of arrests, are you supposed to be a cop?" He looked at the fake badge on my harness and the police hat on my head.
"Yes. And as an officer of the law, I ask the questions here!" I grabbed David's wrists playfully and held them behind his back. "Now... what is it that you and this boy do together, when he's not painting your naked body?"
"The short version is: we've hung out a couple times in the past few weeks, just... platonically. He's gay but not out to anyone, kinda confused by everything. Wants me to 'mentor' him, whatever that means. Let me go downstairs and pay him and say goodbye, then I'll tell you the whole story."
"I'm not done with you yet," I yanked at his wrists more forcefully. "Pull down those pants!" I shouted.
"Sven, honey, let me do this real quick and then we can play --"
"I said pull them down!"
David turned around to look me in the eyes.
"Yes Sir," he said and slid down his briefs exposing his ass, pretty much the only part of his body that wasn't painted.
"Safeword," I whispered in his ear standing behind him, reminding him he could get me to stop any time if that's what he really wanted.
"Yes Sir," he nodded but didn't use it.
"Now," I positioned my pierced cock head right next to his hole, "I'm gonna fuck you until you whimper like a little tiger cub." My dick went inside his ass, as he struggled to take it unlubricated. "I"m gonna cum inside you, and you're gonna keep it there." I started to thrust. "You're gonna have my cum inside you while you talk to every person at that party tonight. And at the end of the evening, I'm gonna have you push it out and eat it, like the nasty fucking pig that you are."
"Aaah," he moaned. "Yes, Officer."

ERIC:
The full moon outside the window and the battery-operated candle in the jack-o'-lantern were the only sources of light in the tiny room. The sound of the heavy rain echoed around even with all the windows closed. Every few minutes, a bolt of lightening would illuminate the room, casting my shadow on the wall.
"Why the fuck is it so dark in here?" Will came into the room and switched the light on, killing my vibe.
"Because it's Halloweeeen," I said with a mock eery voice.
"Ooh, spooky," he said sarcastically. "Now come on, we gotta get ready for this party, get dressed."
"I am dressed," I pointed out. I wore just a pair of short white-and-navy striped shorts, a bandana around my neck, and a sailor hat. "I'm a sailor."
"Did pirates steal all your clothes?"
"Will, honey. Do you know how much pressure society puts on girls our age to dress slutty for Halloween? We can't let them go through it alone."
"Oh is that the excuse you came up with? Okay."
"What're you gonna be?"
"Well, seeing as I hate Halloween and I refuse to spend money on it, I borrowed whatever costume someone had. I'm going as Dracula."
"Ooh, original."
Suddenly, there was a very loud knock on the door.
"Who's what?" Will mouthed.
"Oh my god, it's him! Will, it's the Grim Reaper!"
He stared at me unimpressed.
"Well it's either him or Aaron, one of our suitemates. I told him I'd help him with his costume. Come in!"
Aaron opened the door, flashing his brilliant smile. He wore his usual uniform for lounging around the suite: basketball shorts and a cut-off white tee. He walked into the room barefoot.
"Eric my man!" he walked up to me for a pound hug. "Thanks for your help, bro."
"Thank me when we're done, I don't have anything for you yet. Do you have any ideas?"
"Not really, haven't had much time to think about it. I guess I can always wear a jersey and just go as a football player, or a basketball player."
"No, c'mon, that's boring. There's gotta be something else we can think of."
"What, though? It's not like we can sew a costume, it's gonna have to be something we already have."
"Wait right here!" I said and went to the bathroom everyone in the suite shared. When I came back I handed Aaron a fresh white towel and an Old Spice shower gel.
"You can be Old Spice Guy, from the commercials." Aaron eyed me apprehensively. "He wears nothing but a towel and he's got a great body, like you," I pounded one of his pecs. "And here, a bottle of Old Spice you can hold or tuck in your towel."
He looked at me unconvinced.
"C'mon dude. Halloween's the only time you can get away with wearing nothing but a towel to a party."
"Ah what the heck," he grabbed the towel and shower gel. "Thanks dude," he said before leaving for his room.
"And stay true to your costume, no underwear under that towel!" I yelled out after him.
—
As the clock struck midnight the storm only got worse, the rain pouring down and wind howling loudly. The party was still going on in the multi-purpose room in Dorm Building 1 and I was happy I didn't have to go outside for anything.
Will was busy talking to some friends of his I didn't know, so I was standing by myself when Aaron approached me.
"This costume was a great idea, man!" he said. "I've had every girl in here compliment me."
"I'm pretty sure it's not the costume they're complimenting," I winked and patted his back.
"Hey listen, can I use your keycard please? I left mine in the room."
"Sure. I feel like walking for a bit, I'll come with you."
A couple of minutes later, I opened the door to our suite. Aaron went to get his keycard from his room, and I went to mine to get something else.
"Hey Aaron, come here, I got something you might wanna try."
He walked in, still in nothing but a towel and the flip flops he was wearing.
"One of my dads really likes scotch, so he gave me this nice bottle to have on special occasions. And I guess Halloween's technically a holiday, so this counts."
"Your dad would probably freak if he saw us drinking fancy scotch out of Solo cups," Aaron smiled as I reached for two red cups on my desk.
"Ha! Not my dad. He'd probably be like, 'When I was your age, I was taking shots off of strippers' assholes.'"
"Oh shit man, for real?" he laughed.
"Yeah, my dads are kinda crazy." I handed him a cup. "What he would insist on, though, is eye contact during a toast. So cheers!"
"Cheers!" Aaron said, looking at my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back.
He pulled out my chair and sat across from me as I sat on my bed.
"So isn't Will gonna mind you left him all alone?" Aaron asked, leaning back on the chair.
"He's a big boy, I'm sure he can manage," I answered, leaning back myself.
"It's a big step, you guys moving in together." He took a sip.
"You're making it sound like we bought a house together! We've only known each other for a few weeks. We just figured we might as well room together. Makes fucking whenever we feel like it much simpler."
Aaron smiled again. "I just figured, you called him your boyfriend..."
"Yeah, but that can mean like so many different things," I leaned forward. "We've never talked about like being exclusive or anything."
The storm raged on outside. Aaron sat across from me with his legs spread wide open. I could see up his towel. Not up far enough to see anything good but it still turned me on.
"So like, who's the pitcher and who's the catcher?" he asked out of the blue, and I could swear he reached down to his crotch.
"Why do straight boys love asking that shit?" I laughed.
"You're right, I'm sorry," he put his hands up.
We both took a sip at the same time.
"I guess this is one of the upsides of being gay," he continued, "being able to share an all-boys room. And like check each other out in the locker room and stuff." His right hand lingered on his crotch again.
"Well you ain't gotta be gay to check out other guys. You mean to tell me you never check people out in the locker room?"
"Who, me?" he asked in mock outrage.
"Bullshit. I ain't buying it."
"Okay, okay, I'll admit I check guys out. Every now and then."
"And I bet if someone's got a footlong between their legs you're gonna look twice."
"Possibly," he said and took another sip. "Should we go back to the party?"
Oh shit, I pushed it too far, didn't I?
"Sure," I said and we got got up at the same time. Aaron turned to the door and took a couple steps forward before turning back.
"You're a cool guy, Eric. If I were into guys you'd totally be my type."
Oh?!
"That's a weird thing to say, isn't it?" he said, turning slightly red.
"Kinda. But I like weird, so you're all good."
I took a couple steps forward and we were face-to-face. Suddenly we were nose-to-nose. I waited a couple of seconds to see if he'd push me away or walk away. He didn't.
So I kissed him.
The thunder and lightning sounded loudly outside, as if to mark our activity. Our tongues found their way to each other. Ironically enough, instead of kissing roughly and strongly (like people seemed to expect from straight guys) he kissed timidly and gently, like a girl.
"Can I suck you off?" I asked the second we broke off our kiss. Don't waste a second, I thought, keep it going.
"Is it okay with you? And with Will?"
"You worry too much," I said and dropped to my knees, pulling off his towel.
"Oh. So you didn't wear underwear to the party."
"You told me not to," he winked down at me.

 

[MusicMan321]

Great story it's a good read

 

[bs29697]

Great story so far. Hope you write another chapter soon. You are a very good writer.

Brian

 

[PhoenixStories]

Chapter 11: Shared Bedroom, Pt. I

SVEN:
I looked out into the water as I walked along the beach. The sun was slowly but surely starting to set. The gentle breeze no longer felt pleasant but rather chilly.
"Did you find Eric and Will?" my husband asked me as soon as I got back to our towels.
"Oh I found them alright."
"Well are they coming? We need to go soon."
I sat down and reached for my pack of cigarettes. There was no one sitting close to us so I lit up.
"Calm down honey, they'll be here soon."
"What're they doing, anyway?"
I blew out smoke and leaned over to give my husband a big kiss.
"Guess," I said.
"Are they...?"
"Yup."
"Oh."
I took a long drag as we sat in silence for a few seconds. David cuddled up next to me and I put my arm around him.
"I guess we should've thought that might happen when we brought them here," he said softly.
"They'll be fine. They're safe here."
"I'm a bit worried about Eric sometimes," he said, and I could hear it in his voice. "He posts photos and videos of himself online. Jerking off, posing naked, stuff like that."
"Really?!" I was surprised, but I chuckled. "So, fucking at the beach and posting himself online. Guess our son turned out to be an exhibitionist."
"You think?" David asked with more alarm in his voice than I deemed warranted.
"Is it that much of a surprise, growing up with us?"
"I just... think we need to talk to him."
"Okay, we will."
I could tell that didn't do much to reassure him.
"Hey," I shook him gently. "Relax, everyone's fine. Look, here come the boys."
Our son and his boyfriend walked toward us from the edge of the beach, holding hands. The sun shined behind them. All of a sudden the breeze stopped and the evening started to feel hot again.
—
The walk back from the beach was mostly quiet. Everyone was starting to get tired but no one wanted to admit it. A lot of the other men were retiring to town before dinner time, all of us taking the same narrow dirt road back.
When we got to the apartment we had just enough time for everyone to take a quick shower and change before heading out for dinner. We barely made our reservation in time, and everyone was glad we did because the food was exquisite.
"I'm going out for a smoke," I announced after finishing a post-meal glass of grappa. "Eric, would you like to join me?"
"Umm... Are you scared to go out alone?" he looked confused.
"Nah, I just want some company. C'mon."
Eric left the table and followed me outside. The street was well lit and very lively. All the foot traffic (mostly tourists) made it feel like we were in a much bigger town.
Eric and I stood on the sidewalk as I lit my cigarette. People passed us in all directions, mainly gay men, many of them looking at us. We probably looked like a couple more than anything. I put my hand on the back of Eric's neck and gave him a firm squeeze.
"So how you doing, champ?" I asked.
"I'm... fine, thanks? How... are you?" Eric asked with a furrowed brow.
I took a long drag, keeping him in anticipation.
"I'm good," was all I said.
"Am I... in some kinda trouble?"
"No. Why, should you be?"
"Dad! Can you please stop being so weird"
Oh, so I was Dad again now?
"How am I being weird?"
"Because. You ask me to join you outside, as if worried someone's gonna kidnap you. What's up?"
I looked around and noticed a hole-in-the-wall bar on the other side of the street.
"Let's go for a drink."
"Dad, we're literally out for dinner. Dad and Will are waiting," he pointed at the restaurant.
"Yeah but booze's so expensive at that place. Come!" I started crossing the street. Eric looked around then followed me.
There were less than a dozen people at the bar but it was so tiny that it was already crowded. I sent David a quick text, ordered two drinks at the bar, and got Eric and me a high table next to the door.
"¡Salud!" I raised my glass and Eric and I clinked glasses and took a sip. We looked out to the street, people-watching. Some of the guys were extremely hot.
"So, how you digging this place so far?" I asked.
"It's fun. The beach was fun. Very... different from back home."
"Yeah, no shit," I laughed.
"And now I know what you guys were up to all those times when you went to Europe by yourselves," he winked at me.
"Oh you have no idea," I answered truthfully. That beach was nothing compared to some of the stuff David and I could get up to.
"But seriously, is there something you wanted to talk about?" Eric asked again.
Several things, I thought. But one by one.
"David's worried about you."
"How come?"
"He found photos of you online. Naked, showing off."
"Well, shit."
"Are you being smart about it, not showing your face and stuff?"
His silence was answer enough.
"C'mon Eric, you know better."
"Dad. Guys who always hide their face, no matter hot hot they are, they always look more boring."
"Eric honey, I can't tell you what to do but I'm not happy with this. And David either."
We each took a big swig of our drinks.
"Are you making money off of it or something?" I asked.
"God, no. It's just for fun."
"It's for validation. You probably got people from all over the world telling you how hot you are and that makes you feel better."
"Would you rather I did it for money?"
"Like I said, I can't tell you what to do. I just know --" I stopped to gather my thoughts. "You probably think you know exactly what you're doing now. But when I was your age I thought that same exact thing and turns out I had no fucking clue about anything."
"Well do you have a fucking clue now?"
I laughed out loud.
"Touche," I took a sip. "I have a bit more of a clue. And I know you're gonna regret a lot of things that you're doing, or not doing, right now. And that's fine, that's part of growing up. But sometimes, one or two of those regrets are gonna bite you in the ass really bad. And I don't want this whole Internet exhibitionism thing to be that for you, just because some horny dude in New Zealand or wherever commented that you got a nice dick."
"Okay, Dad. I promise to think about it."
I looked at him, wondering whether this was a good time to bring up the "Daddy" issue as well, or what happened earlier with Will at the beach. No. We'd made progress on this one thing, let's leave it for now.
"Good. What do you say we finish these and go back to the restaurant?"

DAVID:
"Sven just texted," I told Will at the table. "Says he and Eric are gonna be back in about 15 minutes."
"Oh, okay." I could sense the apprehension in his voice to be left alone with me.
"How bout another round?" I asked and flagged the server.
We sat in awkward silence for a bit while we got our drinks.
"Enjoying the trip so far?" I asked.
"Yes! Thanks again, so much, for inviting me. It's been... really interesting."
"Interesting in a good way I hope, not overwhelming."
"Well, maybe a little bit overwhelming," he tried to laugh it off.
"You and I are a lot alike," I noted after a while.
"Really?! How so?" Will asked with genuine curiosity.
"Well I can't claim to know too much about your family but it sounds like we grew up in a similar environment. My parents never separated, but you know what I mean. Very by-the-rules, straight-and-narrow kinda thing. Not a lot of room for exploration."
"Sounds about right," he nodded and took a sip of the red wine he was having.
"And then I met Sven and it was like a whole new world. He didn't seem to give a shit about anything! I was about your age as well. I never knew you could go through life so freely. He didn't even try to hide it, from his family or friends or anything."
"Sounds like you're describing me with Eric right now," Will laughed.
"That whole 'opposites attract' thing really worked for us," I continued. "I got him to calm down a little bit. And he... helped bring out the wilder side in me."
"I just..." Will stumbled looking for the right words. "With the three of you, you make everything seem so easy. I wish I could be like that. I always doubt myself before doing anything."
"I don't know if that ever goes away completely. It didn't for me," I was potentially more candid than he cared to hear. "If you're lucky, it's gonna fade significantly, and you learn to live with it."
Will looked me in the eye, then suddenly bowed his head to look down at his lap.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you but I've been too afraid."
"What is it?"
"You husband and I... kissed a few weeks ago. He probably told you, I don't even know if he did. I told Eric. I've been so concerned what it might mean for me and Eric, and Sven, but I didn't really think about you. I'm sorry."
This was new information to me. Sven usually told me stuff like this. The fact he forgot to mention it either meant it was no big deal, or just the opposite. But for now, I needed to reassure Will.
"That's okay. You might know my husband and I aren't... exclusive. So kissing someone else or whatever isn't a big deal."
"I just feel like --" he started to choke up, "you guys have been so generous. I had no idea what I was gonna do after college, I should've thought it through a lot better. But you took me in and I hate feeling like I'm taking advantage."
"Will," I said slowly, "could that be just you doubting yourself over everything?"
"I guess. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing."
He looked like he was about to cry. I hated seeing him like this. It was either for that reason, or something else, I got up and walked to his side of the table.
"Hey," I said and bent my knees so we were at eye level. I took his chin and gave him a slow peck right on the lips. "Everything's fine."
We both smiled, looking at each other in the eyes.
—
The plan was to go out after dinner. The whole idea for this trip came from Eric saying he wished he had a chance to go to more gay bars and clubs, after all. But by the time we were done with our three-course meal and all the drinks we'd been having, everyone was yawning and pretending to be fine when in reality we were all ready for bed.
"I think we should head to the apartment and call it a night," Sven said when he and Eric came back to the restaurant.
"But you said we'd get to go out!" Eric protested, trying to appear more energized than he probably was.
"We'll be in Berlin in a couple of days, I promise we'll go out there," Sven added.
"We just flew in this morning. We've been in the sun all day and we never took a siesta," I agreed with my husband.
"What do you think?" Eric turned to Will.
"I was looking forward to going out but I think everyone's right. I'm kinda tired, I could totally go to bed," Will answered.
"Okay, let's compromise," I suggested. "We'll go for one or two drinks then it's off to bed, okay?"
"Deal!" Eric perked up.
We walked to a small plaza surrounded by gay bars, and headed to the most popular one. The place was packed with hot guys showing off their muscles in tank tops and tight T-shirts. Other than that, the place was pretty vanilla, with several women, older people, and even some parents with their kids sitting outside.
"Wow, this is not what I expected," Eric said while we made our way through the crowd.
"What did you expect, people fucking on the bar? That's across the street," Sven winked.
We stayed for half an hour, long enough for Eric and Will to ogle at the boys in the crowd until they lost interest. In that time we still managed to down a couple of drinks each, and it was starting to get to me. I walked home with my arm around Sven, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to walk straight.
Back at the apartment the place was swelteringly hot, so the first thing we did was open all the windows. I don't remember much, just brushing my teeth and clumsily stumbling into bed. I was out before even bothering to take my clothes off.
—
I woke up in the middle of the night with a slight buzzing in my head. I was naked, as was my husband lying next to me. I could hear two more people breathing in the bed just next to us. I looked around. The apartment was dark but the window was wide open, and there was some light coming in.
Even at this time of night, the room was too hot and there was no A/C. Although naked, Sven and I didn't bother covering up. I looked at the other bed. Eric and Will were also lying on top of the cover, both in their underwear, asleep with their arms around each other.
It was then I realized just how hard my dick was. It'd been a few years since the last time Sven and I were in Sitges, and whenever we were here (or anyplace similar) our daily routine included: going to the beach, going out for dinner, then going to a sex club and fucking there before heading back and fucking some more in bed. So far today we were two for four.
I put my arm around Sven and took a whiff. I could recognize his smell anywhere. Cigarettes and sweat; I used to think it was disgusting until I fell in love with him.
"Mmm," I moaned very softly as Sven stirred and put one arm around me. His other hand slowly moved down to my dick and grabbed it firmly.
"Oh that's so nice," I whispered so silently I wasn't sure if even Sven could hear me.
He started stroking me up and down.
"Please don't stop," I whispered, again, more to myself than to him.
I turned to my left to look at Eric and Will. The light from the window hit them gently. They seemed soundly asleep. The space between our two beds was so small it was almost like we were all sharing one giant bed. Still, I knew I had it in me to cum so quietly they wouldn't hear. Indeed, the challenge made it feel even hotter.
"Get Sven and go to the living room and finish up there," the rational side of me said. "No need for that," retorted the little devil on my shoulder. "They won't catch you. And even if they do, so what? Remember Eric coming home from the mall with cum all over his face that time? He's grown now, he's hardly that innocent either. And neither is Will, making out with your husband barely a week after moving in with you."
"Aah!" I moaned loudly, before catching myself. Sven's pace was picking up and I was leaking precum now. Eric stirred in his bed but didn't seem to wake up.
"Let's see if the pig has learned to stay quiet," Sven's voice whispered mischievously straight in my ear. He went down and put my dick in his mouth.
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ERIC:
I was disappointed everyone wanted to go to bed so shortly after dinner, even though I had to admit I was tired as well. Still, this town was full of hot guys and I felt like I was missing out on something. Not sure what, since I was with my boyfriend and my parents, so not like I could just pick up a guy and take him home or anything. But some fresh eye candy's always good, I told myself.
David was the first person to pass out as soon as we got to the apartment. Will and I took our time brushing our teeth and checking our phones. Sven took off all his clothes as soon as possible and walked around naked, getting ready for bed. At some point he must've taken David's clothes off as well because they were both naked in bed when Will and I turned in.
"Good night," the three of us whispered to each other and killed the lights.
I put my arms around Will. Now that we were in bed, lying quietly, it was all just starting to hit me. Fuck, I loved that we were here together! All of us.
I gave Will a kiss. At first he seemed nervous, but soon he started to relax. I wasn't sure if my dads could hear us but I knew they wouldn't mind. (Not like they got to complain after all their making out at the beach earlier!) I put my hand on Will's crotch and felt his semi through his boxer briefs.
"Shh, let's go to sleep, baby," he whispered to me after a couple of minutes of kissing. I was horny but reluctant to push back, so we both dozed off in each other's arms.
—
Will and I were at the beach. Both of us lying naked in the sand, making out, our hard dicks colliding like swords against each other as we kissed. I looked to the couple next to us. It was the guy with the tattoos up and down his arms and his partner with the cockring. They were also naked, making out just as fervently. The four of us looked at each other. Then, Will flipped me onto my stomach and rammed his dick inside my hole. He did it quickly but it didn't hurt, it was pure pleasure. I screamed out.
The tattooed guy was getting his hole rimmed by his partner, smack-dab on the beach, surrounded by hundreds of men. Some of them walked by casually and ignored us. Some of them looked at Will fuck my ass, and some jerked off while they watched. The other couple started to fuck as well, the top's biceps flexing as he thrusted in and out of the bottom's hole.
I turned to the other side and saw my dads right next to us on the other side. Also naked and also making out, their hands roaming all over each other's bodies. I made eye contact with them. David flipped to his stomach and Sven started fucking him. David closed his eyes with pleasure, but Sven looked right at me.
"We need to go soon," Sven said to me. "We don't want to miss our reservation."
I looked him in the eye as he fucked David and Will fucked me.
"Sure thing, just a couple more, ahhhh-- minutes, is that okay?"
"Sure, don't rush."
The crowd around us got thicker.
"Hey Daddy? I love you."
"I love you too."
Will started to cum. As I felt his sperm coat the inside of my hole, my dick started to shoot as well. Sven started cumming inside David, grunting loudly. David lifted himself up and shot his load on the sand, moaning in ecstasy as Sven still plowed him from behind ...
—
I woke up, feeling like someone had punched me in the gut! What the fuck was that?! It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream, I told myself. It's just a dream. It's been a crazy day and I was tired and drunk, having crazy dreams.
Reality started to seep in slowly. Will was still lying in my arms. My tummy felt uneasy, but my dick was rock hard. In just a couple of seconds, the memory of my dream started to evaporate. I could only remember bits and pieces now, less and less with every passing second.
"Aah!" I heard someone moan loudly from the other bed in the room, the one my dads were in.
I felt trapped between my dreams and reality, unsure where I was. I tried to focus. It was hard to see in the dark room but there was just enough light to make out what was going on. Sven shifted his weight and put his face in David's crotch, putting David's dick in his mouth. I breathed deeply as a few seconds passed. I wasn't dreaming anymore.
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Chapter 12: "Shared Bedroom, Pt. II"

WILL:
Before becoming roommates in college, Eric and I had only slept in the same bed once. We usually did our "hooking up" in between classes, when either one of our roommates was gone. This mostly took place in Eric's room, who got along much better with his roommate. (Although not openly hostile, I got a slightly homophobic vibe from mine.)
One night Eric invited me to a party a friend of his was throwing.[1] Apparently her parents were stinking rich and agreed to get her a loft close to campus, so she was throwing a huge housewarming party. Looking back, this was where Eric and I started to take our relationship to the next level. Short version: we drank and smoked a lot, flirted even more, and couldn't keep our hands off each other. By the end of it Eric invited me to spend the night in his bed, even though his roommate Jamal would be there in the room.
By the time we got in, Jamal was asleep. Eric and I stripped down to our underwear in the dark and snuck into bed.
It felt weird, sharing a bed with Eric while someone else was in the room. Of course we were too horny to go straight to sleep so we started making out, as quietly as possible. I could handle weed really well, but I still had a nice buzz going on. I have no idea if we just thought we were being quiet, but Jamal never said anything. We kissed and rubbed each other's dicks, but that was as far as we went that night.
The next morning I fucked Eric for the first time.
—
When Eric woke me up by kissing me, I was still in a dream state and unsure of where I was. Slowly, it started to come back to me. The dark, hot room in Spain. The smell of the sea through the open window. The other bed with Eric's dads in it.
Honey, what are you doing?, I wanted to say, but my tongue was otherwise occupied. I realized both Eric and I were rock hard, horny in the middle of the night.
Were his parents asleep? Could they hear us? Sven had already caught us fucking earlier at the beach. I was so horny I could fuck Eric right here and now. Could we sneak into the kitchen or the living room and do it there?
Suddenly I heard more noise in the room, coming from someone else but us. There was some action in David and Sven's bed. Somehow I wasn't surprised at all. I'd be willing to bet money they'd had sex while other people were in the room before. In a part of my subconsciousness, I remembered my conversation with David, telling him I'd like to be more like them...
"Suck my dick," I whispered to Eric quietly, but with authority in my voice. He didn't need telling twice, and went right down to my crotch, pulling my underwear down and tucking it under my balls.
I felt my pulse in my head. I was drunk but not wasted. I hoped Eric was alright, he'd had more to drink than me. So far he seemed fine, only interested in swallowing my dick as deep as possible. His throat felt amazing but I held back from moaning out.
I turned to my right to check if I could see anything going on in the other bed. With the slight light coming in from outside I could make up David's naked body, lying on his back, while his husband was sucking him off. Just like their son was doing to me.
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SVEN:
My husband woke me up by putting his arm around me in the middle of the night. Still in a state of half-sleep, I wasn't sure just how fast or slow time moved after that. I could feel him sniff at my body like a puppy, a musk I knew he loved. I put my arm around him, giving him easier access to my armpit, and gripped his dick with my other hand. He was already at full mast.
It felt heavenly lying in bed naked together like this. I took turns, exploring David's body gently with my fingertips, then grabbing his erection firmly and stroking him until he started to leak precum.
"Aah!" he moaned loudly then stopped himself.
Shit, I just realized we weren't alone. Our son and his boyfriend were asleep in the same room. I continued to stroke David as I looked around. It was hot, but at least with the window open the air felt fresh. The bed was smaller than our bed at home so we were even closer together. Eric and Will seemed to be asleep in the identical bed right across from ours.
"Let's see if the pig has learned to stay quiet," I said and put David's dick in my mouth.
I fucking loved teasing him like this! I remembered the last time I forced him to keep quiet while we were in bed. We were in our bedroom, with the door open and the boys right across the hall from us. Maybe I should get another pair of speedos to stuff in his mouth now?
David breathed deeply but managed to keep quiet as I teased his dick with my tongue and lips. I didn't go down on men too often, even though I genuinely enjoyed doing it. All of a sudden I felt an insatiable appetite for my husband's cum.
I could hear some noise from Eric and Will's bed now. They were awake, kissing. Apparently they were just as horny as we were. Well alright then.
I kept sucking my husband's dick. Judging by the sounds I was hearing, one of the boys was starting to give a blowjob as well. I didn't look to see who it was, but I had a pretty strong feeling it was my son.
We stayed in bed like that, neither couple acknowledging the other's presence. With time, as all four of us realized we were all doing the same thing, people started to relax. David started to moan softly. I reached up with my big hands and started pinching his nipples while still sucking his cock. Gently at first, then more aggressively.
"Ouch!" he squirmed, but I knew he loved it.
Whatever the boys were up to, they were getting bolder as well. I could hear two pairs of underwear being pulled off. More loud kissing from their bed.
I grabbed David's hips and flipped him over. With his ass in my face now, I spread open his cheeks and got to work. His hole was still tight for someone who's been fucked as much as he has. I loved how smooth he kept it just for me. I rimmed it, going round and around, before going in with my tongue.
"Ahh, yes!" he moaned, loud enough to be heard by everyone in the dark room.
David was at that point now where he was too horny to care about anything, I could tell. He got on all fours, waiting for me to continue with the rim job in this position.
I got on my knees and buried my face between his cheeks. We were still much quieter than normal, as if trying to hide what we were doing, when everyone in that room knew damn well what was going on. After a few more minutes of rimming, my dick needed some attention as well. I quickly positioned the tip, wet with precum, against David's loosened hole.
Now that my face was no longer in David's crotch or his ass, I got to look around the room a bit more. Eric and Will were kissing passionately on their bed, both naked by this point. My son was lying on his back, straddling Will who was on top of him. I diverted my attention back to my husband.
Inch by inch, I started to enter David's hole. I saw him bite his lower lip, eyes shut in ecstasy. Even with the window open, the smell of sex and sweat was already starting to fill the room.
"Aah!" "Mmm!" I could hear from Eric's bed. A quick glimpse, and I saw Will's silhouette mount Eric and get ready to fuck him.
I continued fucking my husband, slowly and quietly at first, but then picking up pace. My balls were slapping loudly against his thighs, echoing around the room.
"Aah! Yes," David moaned.
"Yes. Yes!" Eric moaned from his bed, as if in response.
Will and I were both fucking our partners now. This woke up the competitive side in me, making me go faster, stronger, make my bottom moan louder; like I did every other time David and I fucked with another couple in the room.
"Yes. Awww, yes, Daddy!" David suddenly screamed out, pushing just the right button for me.
I was almost ready to cum, but I paced myself and slowed down. More movement from the other bed. It made me curious so I glanced over. I was surprised to see the boys switch positions, and Eric get ready to top Will.
For a quick second, Eric looked over as well and we made eye contact. It was too dark to see well, but of that I was sure.
I looked back down at David's ass, and pulled out. My Prince Albert shined in the darkness. I positioned the head of my dick right next to David's hole, and slammed right in all at once!
"Ah, FUCK!" David yelled out, loud enough for the neighbors across the street to hear.
The sounds of sex continued from the other bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see Eric fuck his boyfriend face-to-face, kissing every now and then. A few minutes later, it got loud.
"Ah! Ahh, yes. Fuck yes, baby! Fuck!" Eric shot his load, I was sure.
A few seconds later, I saw him drop his body on top of Will. I wasn't sure if Will had gotten to cum or not, but the two looked ready to pass out. I knew I had to be quick, I didn't want to be keeping anyone up longer than needed be. I didn't want to deprive them of the chance to fall asleep in the best position of all: cuddling right after an orgasm.
I reached down and started milking David's cock as I fucked him.
"Aaaah, yes," he moaned. I could tell he was ready, his precum was gushing all over the sheets. I gritted my teeth and rammed him one last time. My cum started to fill his ass! His hole pulsated, begging for more Daddy seed. My right hand continued milking his cock, making him cum a few seconds later with his head in the pillow, muffling his screams.
I passed out on top of him. Showering would have to wait until the morning. Less than three minutes later, all four of us were asleep.

ERIC:
I was the only person in the room when I woke up. My dads' bed was already made. I walked to the bathroom for a long piss (phew, it smelled bad! What did I drink last night?) then went straight to the kitchen.
Even thousands of miles from home, the scene seemed familiar! Sven drinking coffee naked, reading on his iPad. Will on his phone, eating something David had prepared. David walking around in his underwear refilling cups and slicing pastries. Only the food seemed different, freshly bought from some bakery downstairs, I'm sure.
"Morning sunshine!" David greeted me when he saw me. "Hungry?"
"Um, sure," I answered, rubbing my eyes. "Morning, everyone."
Everything was so normal, I didn't even stop to think about anything that happened yesterday. Was it a dream? Did it matter?
"I finally heard back from Frank," Sven announced to the table.
"Um, who's Frank?" I asked, taking a sip of the café con leche David offered me.
"My friend in Berlin," Sven said and tilted his iPad so I could see Frank's Facebook profile picture. "He finally messaged to confirm he can pick us up at the airport tomorrow."
I looked at a photo of a mature man, as old and just as devilishly handsome as my dad.
"Oh, that's nice of him," I said.
"He is nice. He's one of my oldest friends," Sven continued, "I knew him before I even met your dad."
"Oh, then I can't wait to meet him."
"You will have plenty of time. We're staying with him while we're there."
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Chapter 13: "Naked Nightclub"

ERIC | 3 AM:
"Just a bottle of water, please," I asked the bartender, who was just as naked as I was. He looked at the number sharpied on my upper arm, and gave me my drink.
"You okay?" a familiar voice asked, shouting over the techno music. "Switching to water?"
I turned to my left and saw my dad David stand right next to me, naked just like each of the hundreds of other men there. His bare chest was glistening. Whether it was sweat or something else, I wasn't sure.
"Yeah, I think I've had enough to drink," I answered.
"Wanna go outside for a minute?"
"No, I think I'm gonna walk around. Check what Will's up to."
"Okay, have fun. Let me know if you wanna head home and we'll jump in a cab."
"Okay, Dad." We patted each other on the back, and headed in opposite directions.
The cold water helped sober me up a bit as I walked across the dance floor. Not that reality around me seemed any less crazy sober. I scanned everyone in the crowd, trying to spot Will, but constantly getting distracted by all the goings-on.
I walked to one of the rooms in the back. It was even more action-filled than the dance floor. The smell of poppers was overwhelming.
I made my way through dozens of men until I saw him. Even just looking at his back, I could recognize him. Will was on his knees, sucking a man's dick. I knew who it was before I even looked up: my dad Sven. His eyes closed, both his hands on the back of Will's head.

12 HOURS EARLIER | 3 PM:
"Frank, this is my son Eric. And this is his boyfriend, Will."
We'd just landed at the airport in Berlin after a couple of hot days in Spain. My father Sven was introducing us to an old friend of his, there to pick us up and "show us a good time," according to him.
If I didn't know better I would've guessed my dad and Frank were cousins.[1] Their eyes and smiles were similar, but their firm handshakes and confident walk even more so.
"Welcome, welcome," Frank said with a German accent my dad had lost over the years. "All these years, and only now I meet you," he gave me a strong pat on the back.
We struggled to fit our suitcases in the trunk, and Will, David, and myself in the backseat.
"So, your father tells me you want to explore the gay side of Berlin?" Frank asked, making eye contact with me in the rearview mirror as he drove.
"Yeah, that was the plan. Not a lot of gay clubs or anything close to where we live, and apparently the ones here are like super hardcore."
"Oh, you have no idea. But are YOU hard enough for it?" He winked at me in the mirror.
"You bet I am," I said with fake confidence, when I wasn't even sure what he was trying to say.
"Your dad and I basically grew up in places like that," Frank smiled and patted my dad on the knee as he drove, "before becoming the respectable gentlemen that we are today."
"Speak for yourself," Sven said. "I'm just as twisted as I ever was." It wasn't unusual to hear him talk like this, but it seemed even more amped up now that we were here.
"So any idea where you want to go?" Frank addressed me again.
"Well, I've been doing some research. There's some place called Lab.Oratory..."
"Oh! And you want to go there, huh?"
"Well, I've read a bunch of reviews online, people saying you gotta check it out..."
"Und du hast nichts dagegen?" he turned to Sven, with a serious tone in his voice for the first time.
"Maybe. We'll see what's on tonight," Sven said coolly, looking at the traffic in front of us.
"I need to take a nap if we're gonna be going out," David chimed in from my left.
"No problem," Frank said. "Nap, dinner, then party."
—
Frank's apartment was in the dead center of the gayborhood. It wasn't too big, but it was very nicely decorated. It had a guest room, which would be occupied by my dads, and a sofa bed in the living room for Will and me.
"Mind if we do some laundry here?" Sven said, coming out of the guest room stark naked, just a few minutes after we'd gotten to the apartment.
"Of course," Frank said, without blinking an eye. If he and Dad go way back, I'm sure this was far from the first time he'd seen him naked. Frank led him to the washer and Sven followed, his heavy pierced dick swinging back and forth as he walked.
"So do you want to nap?" Frank asked us in the living room a couple of minutes later. Everyone was there except David, who was already in bed. "Or we can go downstairs for a drink and catch up?"
"I could go for a drink," Sven nodded his head. "We got enough time, I can nap after that."
"And you, boys?" Frank asked Will and me.
"Maybe we should... just stay in and get some shuteye?" Will looked at me with some hesitation.
"Yeah, you guys go," I said. "I'm sure you wanna catch up, and you won't have to talk in English just for us."
"You sure? It's a gay bar," Frank said, as if that's all it took to persuade me.
"Yeah, you guys go," I said. Sven put on some clothes and he and Frank went downstairs, as Will and I got ready for bed.

WILL | 6 PM:
I wasn't much of a napper, but everyone kept hyping up tonight as if it was so much more than just a night out, so I felt pressured to make sure I didn't crash while everyone was still trying to party.
I'd gotten used to all the nudity at David and Sven's, but it felt weird to get naked in a stranger's living room. Still, Eric dropped his boxer briefs on the floor before getting into bed, and I figured what the hell, and did the same.
We cuddled for a bit before drifting off to sleep. I have no idea how long we'd been asleep, when we were both suddenly woken up by someone jumping in the middle of the bed between us.
"Dad?!" Eric mumbled.
Sven was lying on his stomach, an arm around each of us. He was naked, as per usual for him. "Just wanted to give my boys a hug," he said.
"Are you drunk?!" Eric asked.
"Now, why do I have to be drunk to want to give you a cuddle, huh?"
"I mean, you don't, but I can smell it. Come here." Eric lifted the cover so Sven could get underneath.
He crawled in and lay on his back, putting his arms under our necks.
"Now let Daddy nap a little bit," be said slowly, with his eyes closed.
I don't know what made him get in bed with us instead of his husband, but no one said anything. All of a sudden I had a déjà-vu of Sven and me lying naked together in their backyard, right after I'd moved in. That was such an emotional moment for me, I couldn't believe it was only a few weeks ago. I remembered the kiss, and how comforted I felt at that moment.
I looked at Sven lying on my right, his son on the other side of him. I turned to Sven and put my left hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"I love you, Daddy," Eric whispered, his eyes closed as well. Sven ruffled his hair.
"I love you too, Dad," I dared to say out loud. Just like that night in the backyard, it felt stronger than me.
Eric opened his eyes and looked at me. I was nervous about what he might do next. He reached out to me and pulled me in for a kiss, in the middle, over his dad's chest. We kissed softly for a few seconds before lying back down. All three of us were naked under the cover, and I was starting to get hard, my erection poking Sven's leg.
"I love you too, boys," Sven said with his eyes still closed and gave us a tight hug, before starting to snore softly. Eric closed his eyes and seemed to go back to sleep as well. I couldn't sleep but I wouldn't get up for the life of me. I stayed in bed and looked at Eric and Sven for over an hour, gently stroking Sven's big chest.
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DAVID | 9 PM:
I'd needed that nap even more than I thought. I slept longer than everyone else, and it was already time to head out for dinner when Sven came in to wake me up.
We walked around the neighborhood, which to me seemed to have changed very little in the two decades I'd known it. The boys were in awe at all the sex shops and porn theaters everywhere that advertised openly. "This is legal here?!" Will said as we passed a billboard the length of a building, with a topless woman with ridiculous boobs on it.
We settled on fancy burgers for dinner. Three quarters of the people at the restaurant were gay men; one of them sporting a T-shirt that said "Horny Pig," sitting next to a family with a young girl, who didn't even look twice at him.
After dinner we walked back to Fuggerstraße, Frank's street. It was way too early to go clubbing, so we decided to go for drinks at the same bar he and Sven had gone to earlier. By now, the place was packed. We grabbed the only table available, and Frank insisted on getting us all drinks at the bar.
I'd met Frank many times before, but I usually let him and Sven have their alone time and we rarely talked too much. It was only now that it started to hit me just how nice and funny he was. The conversation flowed smoothly, and the boys loved talking to him and asking him all sorts of questions about what it was like living here.
I smiled, and put my right hand on Sven's thigh, next to me. If he had to wear clothes, he would settle for as little as possible, and was out wearing tiny shorts and a barely-there tank top. I squeezed his thigh a couple of times and went to retract my hand, when he grabbed my wrist and put it back on his leg.
I got the hint. I tried to hold my glass and drink with my left hand, as I chatted with everyone at the table, while my right hand crept higher and higher up my husband's leg.
Sven spread his legs wider, giving me access to his balls through the leghole of his shorts. His balls were freshly shaved, and even more sensitive. Even Sven, who was so good at remaining in control, flinched when I touched them. As I stroked them, the action wasn't even sexual to me, it was affectionate. I leaned in to my right to give Sven a passionate kiss.
The table wasn't big, and it didn't really hide what we were doing. I noticed the two men sitting at the table behind our son point to my hand in Sven's lap, and smile and raise their glasses to me. I smiled back and winked.
"Let's go downstairs," I whispered in Sven's ear.
"We'll be right back," he announced to the rest of the table and got up.
I'd been to this bar before and knew my way around. We walked through the restroom, past a man in head-to-toe leather taking a very loud piss in one of the urinals, and headed downstairs to the basement. The dark room.
The room was completely empty at this time. It was still too early (by Berlin standards) and there were plenty of other sex clubs and bars within a 5-minute radius. After all, this was a "casual" bar, one that just happened to have a dark room in the basement.
Sven banged my back against the wall and we started kissing aggressively. The upstairs music was barely audible here. After a couple of minutes, I brought my knees down to the sticky floor and pulled Sven's hard dick out of his shorts.
"Sir, can I please suck Your dick, Sir?" I begged.
He put his fingers on my chin and looked down at me. He spit in my face and said, "Yes, pig!" and I went to work.
I feasted on his dick and played gently with his balls, until he grabbed the back of my head and started face-fucking me. I struggled to breathe and my eyes started tearing, but didn't want him to stop. His precum mixed with my saliva and I treasured every drop of it.
A few minutes later, Sven did something he didn't do too often, and pulled out before cumming. He started jerking himself off as I whimpered, eager to swallow his cum. I tried putting his dick back in my mouth, but he smacked my face away.
"I'm cumming on your face," he announced authoritatively, "and you're going back out like that, like the deprived pig that you are."
Fuck, this turned me on even more.
"Yes, Sir," I nodded.
Half a minute later he was ready. His dick started shooting his precious seed that I loved so much, landing all over the left side of my face. A big pearly load, as if he hadn't cum in months. When he was done, he slapped my face with his heavy dick, shaking off the last droplets of cum. His big Prince Albert glistened in the dark room.
"Thought I'd find you here," I heard a voice and turned around.
Frank was standing at the bottom of the stairs. I hadn't heard him come down and had no idea if he just got here or if he'd seen the whole thing. I got up off my knees, careful not to let my husband's cum drip off my face.
"Your son wanted to know where his dads went," Frank said. "I wasn't sure whether to tell him you were in the bathroom, or if it's okay for him to know there's a dark room here."
"You can tell him bout the dark room, no big deal," Sven said, putting his dick away. "Let's go back," he said and the two of us followed him up the stairs.
"I'm just gonna grab a piss," he announced back upstairs in the restroom, which was now empty. He walked to one of the urinals.
"Do you want to do me a favor?" Frank interrupted him. "You know it's my favorite."
I'd just noticed Frank was still holding his empty beer glass. Sven smiled and nodded his head, and Frank put the glass in the urinal. Sven filled it to the brim and Frank thanked him, and picked it up and took a hearty swig.
"There you guys are!" Eric said when the three of us got back to the table. He smiled at me as we made eye contact, and he noticed his father's cum on my face.
My son was usually very good at maintaining a poker face, he got that from Sven. But in that split second, I saw it in his eyes: the realization that the thing dripping down my face was jizz.
Sven and I had done this plenty of times; he would cum on my face and make me go out in public. The submissive side in me loved it. At first the humiliation when anyone noticed was overpowering, I only dared do it when Sven was right next to me (with him being as big and burly as he was, no one ever said anything). Overtime, the humiliation faded, and I learned to wear his cum on my face like a badge of honor. We'd done it often, but never in front of our son.
As we sat back down, the conversation continued on as normal. There was a fresh round of drinks Frank had gotten for everyone. His beer sat unattended, as he drank Sven's piss in front of everyone. It smelled especially pungent, and was probably as obvious to everyone around us as the cum on my face.

FRANK | MIDNIGHT:
I didn't have many other friends I went back over 30 years with. Some had fallen off the radar. Some, like Sven, had moved away. Some had passed away, the wild lifestyle we had back in the day catching up with them.
In many ways, I was a different man now. No one was more surprised than I was when I started making a good amount of money in my 40s. All of a sudden I had to pick: partying, or working hard while I can so I could retire more comfortably than I'd ever before imagined.
Still, no one's life had changed more than Sven's. Never, ever, would I have imagined him with a kid. I had to hand it to David, he did one hell of a job at cleaning up Sven's act.
Of course, they were both far from "all clean" now. Whenever they came to Berlin, they were here for three reasons only: to party, drink, and fuck around. There were boys in their 20s envying them, for how good they looked and how easily they could get anyone in bed (or anywhere else they wanted to fuck).
This was the side of Sven I knew. I couldn't, for the life of me, imagine him as a dad. Not that that was particularly unusual. At work, everyone thought of me as a "respectable businessman," as did everyone in my large family. Having a double life was nothing unusual for people who ran in Sven's and my circle.
Except, Sven didn't seem to have much of a double life, at least not where his family was concerned. He was completely comfortable letting his son know that sex was a big part of his life. And still, the kid didn't grow up to be some sort of weird sociopath. Frankly, he seemed more grounded than most other adults I knew.
—
One thing I understood even less than Sven's desire to have a family was him and David choosing to live in the middle of nowhere. Eric was 21, his prime dick-getting age, and had only ever been to a couple of gay clubs ever. No wonder he was so eager to go crazy now that he was here. He was just like so many other small-town gay boys, from Germany and abroad, coming here to explore. I just hope he wasn't biting off more than he can chew. The club he wanted to go to could get pretty extreme. After so many years it was like a second home to me and I was completely desensitized to the goings-on there, but take my brother there and he'd have a heart attack on the spot. I wondered if Eric and Sven were the first father-son duo to go there together. Fuck, probably not.
At the bar on my street, everyone got drunk before I did, probably because every other drink I had was a freshly refilled glass of piss by Sven in the bathroom (and once, right there under the table). Eric kept nagging that we head to the club, and when I said it's finally time for us to leave, he jumped up and hustled us to the street.
One good thing about being there early was that we didn't have to wait in line too long. After walking in, we were each handed a black trash bag, as per usual, to put all our clothes in.
"If you wanna get a drink, just show the bartender this number," Sven explained to the boys, as we each got a number written in Sharpie on our arms. "We pay when we leave."
After all the talking they did at the bar earlier, Eric and Will finally seemed to go quiet as we went in and they saw the inside of the club. The place was slowly filling up, hundreds of naked men, mostly 30-50 years old, drinking, dancing, and at times, fucking right there and then. I started to register vaguely familiar faces. I was no longer a regular, but some things never change.
—
"Hey," I said loudly to Eric, walking up from behind him. We were both looking at the same thing.
"Hey, hi," he answered.
It'd been a hot night. Our group dispersed as soon as we'd finished our first drink at the club, we'd decided it best if everyone explore the place by himself. I headed straight to the urinals and got down to my knees, taking men's piss before sucking a few of them off. I took a quick shower (the club had a room with several showers) and went back out to fuck a few guys and unload in two of them. I'd lost all track of time, but I eventually bumped into Eric.
"So is this everything you expected it to be?" I asked, looking straight forward.
"Um... I try not to have too many expectations. You never know what might happen."
"Indeed," I agreed. I continued to look at Sven, standing a few feet in front of us, vigorously face-fucking his son's boyfriend.
I put my left hand on the back of Eric's neck. "What's going through your mind?" I asked.
"How fucking hot this is," Eric answered.
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Fantastic chapter. Love the flashbacks of the characters letting the reader know how they felt and why they acted the way they did .

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Chapter 14: "Blowjobs and Kisses"
WILL:
"Thanks so much for getting this for me."
"No problem," Frank said and handed me the stash. "Have fun."
"Are you sure you don't wanna come with us?" my boyfriend Eric asked.
"No, I'm still tired. You guys have fun."
It was early in the afternoon by the time I got up. It was a super sunny day and everyone planned to go out to the park, but I just wanted to stay in, get some time to myself, and think about everything that happened last night.
Less than 24 hours after meeting him, Frank no longer felt like a stranger. I told him I felt like smoking and asked if he knows where I could get some weed in Berlin. He went out and came back ten minutes later with some stuff for me, refusing to take my money.
I said goodbye to him and Eric, as they left to join David and Sven who were already out. As the door shut behind them, I stood in the silence, enjoying it. It'd been days since I got any time on my own, but with traveling and everything happening, it felt like months.
First thing I did was run a shower. Smoking in clubs was still legal here. I didn't even notice it in my drunk and horny stupor last night, but today I woke up feeling disgusting. As the hot water washed over me, I slowly started to feel alive again. Clean in more ways than one.
The apartment was dark and stuffy, so I opened all the windows. I went to the guest room to open the window there as well, and noticed Sven and David's open bags, some of their stuff pouring out. I was tempted to go through it, but I fought the urge and went back to the living room.

—​

The previous night was unusual from the get-go. As Sven jumped in bed to take a nap with Eric and me, I couldn't take my eyes off them. The first time Sven and I lay and cuddled naked together felt secret, just the two of us out in the yard in the middle of the night. This time, everything was out in the open, Eric was right there. As I looked at them, I kept thinking how beautiful they both were, even more than before. I didn't know for sure if Sven was Eric's biological dad but I started noticing and thinking about all their similarities, from facial features, to their big nips, down to their dicks.
At the bar after dinner, I was initially happy to take the back seat while everyone talked and shared stories, mostly from Frank and Sven's past. Sven seemed to be in the center of it all; he was the only person everyone at the table knew well. But over time, I caught myself feeling pangs of jealously, like everyone else was participating in the conversation more than I was. When Sven got up to go to the bar to get everyone drinks (after sparring with Frank over who would pay for it) I jumped up and said I'd help him carry the glasses.
"You liking this place?" Sven initiated some small talk while waiting to order.
"Yeah," I said, before changing the subject. We only had a few minutes alone and there was something else I wanted to talk about. "Hope you're feeling rested. It felt nice to nap with you. And Eric," I said.
Sven looked me in the eyes and smiled, without saying anything. He leaned forward and kissed me. I was too shocked to respond, but I felt his tongue on my lips for a couple of seconds before the bartender interrupted us.

—​

When everyone decided to split up at the club, I quite literally had no idea where to go. Up until that point I was a follower, letting everyone else lead the way. After the bar, I jumped into the back seat of a cab and let Frank give directions. At the club, I was the last person in, and the last to take his clothes off. I was drunk, and by this point used to getting into this sort of situations with Eric and his dads. Nothing surprised me anymore.
Before splitting up, the five of us had one last drink all together at the bar. I looked around at all the hot naked men surrounding us (and the majority of them were hot). I caught people eyeing Eric and me specifically. We were probably the youngest guys there, the average age seemed to be mid-30s. Eric and I agreed to explore on our own then meet in half an hour at the main bar. It was then that we realized we had no way of telling time, with our phones checked in with the rest of our stuff.
"I'm sure we'll bump into each other," I said, gave Eric a kiss, and went out on my own.
It didn't take me long to realize how easy it was to get lost in this place. The club wasn't huge, but there were several different rooms, plus an endless number of dark corners, booths, and screens with gloryholes. I felt overwhelmed.
I went outside for a breather, and to explore. The weather was perfect, warm enough even though I was completely naked, but still cool compared to the heat inside the club. I looked up and around, amazed that this place had a backyard where men could roam naked and fuck out in the open. It seemed to be an old industrial area, with no other buildings in sight.
"Hier zum ersten Mal?" I heard someone say as I spun around in circles. It sounded directed to me.
"I'm sorry, what?" I noticed a man in his late 40s or early 50s stand next to me. The first thing that caught my eye were his beautiful large nipples. They were pierced, and the metal rings that hung off them reminded me of Sven. Unlike Sven, this man was hairy and had tattoos over most of his body. I can't say I liked most of them; he wasn't pretty by any stretch, but there WAS something very ruggedly attractive about him.
"Is it your first time here?" he said with a pseudo British accent.
"Am I that obvious?"
"You're spinning around, you're going to give yourself a headache."
As he spoke, I noticed his hand go down to his dick and start stroking it. He had on a large metal cockring and it didn't take him long to start getting hard.
A few feet to my right, another man stood getting a blowjob by a younger guy on his knees. I felt it in my knees and my throat, a desire to kneel down and take this tattooed daddy's cock in my throat.
But something stopped me. I thought about Eric, his sleeping face while the two of us lay in bed with Sven. This isn't what I wanted, not this man.
"I... I'm sorry, I gotta go," I said, and rushed inside to look for the restroom to splash some water on my face.
If I thought the restroom would be a "safe zone" from all the action all over the place, I was wrong. There were two men fucking right next to the door, with everyone squeezing against them to go in and out. My first instinct was to leave, but I turned back.
I stepped inside. It was a narrow hall to get to the sinks. Both of the guys fucking were in their 30s and fit. The top was leaning against the wall, thrusting in and out of the bottom facing me as I squeezed past them. The bottom's eyes were closed and his mouth open, moaning in ecstasy as he was being fucked. I wanted to reach out and put my hand on his cheek, and kiss him while he was taking that dick up his ass, but I continued walking. I washed my face, and realized there was another door on the other side of the restroom, and I went out that way.
I walked by myself for a while until I finally saw a familiar face.
"You don't look like you're having too much fun," Sven said, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette. His dick was semi-hard and I wondered if he'd already fucked someone here. Maybe his husband. Or any of the other men who'd be happy to spread open their cheeks for him here.
"It's not that bad," I said, and took a spot against the wall next to him.
"If you wanna go, just say so and we can leave," he offered.
"Nah, I don't wanna leave without Eric. And I'm sure he's having the time of his life. He's been talking about coming to a place like this since I met him. He's always been very curious."
Sven took a long drag of his cigarette.
"The first time I came to a club like this I was high off my ass," he said. "And not in the good way, unfortunately. That's why I wanted to be here when Eric comes for the first time. Even if I'm not holding his hand, I feel like he's safer with us here."
"Makes sense," I said.
"Why aren't you with him?" Sven asked me.
"Well he suggested we split up to look around, and I was sure I'd bump into him, but I haven't seen him since we got here."
I looked around. Sven and I were standing next to another, smaller bar. The room was somewhat brighter than the rest of the club, and there weren't many men around us.
"Sven?" I asked. "Walking around here..." I took my time, trying to find the right words, "... I find myself more interested to look, rather than... take part. Is that normal?"
He put his left hand on the back of my neck and gave it a squeeze.
"Son, if it feels normal to you then it's perfectly normal."
I put my right arm around him. The music was too loud to talk too much, so we both just stood like that for a while. His back was a bit sweaty, and I felt my arm slip down, until my hand ended on his right asscheek. I gave it a strong squeeze. A couple of minutes later, Sven's hand roamed down and started stroking my lower back in circular motions.
No more hesitating, I thought. I pulled Sven's face in for a kiss, and this time I went all in. I took charge, and put my tongue in his mouth, feeling the taste of the cigarette he'd just smoked. I started to suck on his tongue as he started to reciprocate. We both went in hard, as if competing who's gonna take the lead. My eyes were closed and Sven's hands were on my face. I put my hands on his bulging biceps, just as we broke off the kiss to gasp for air.
We looked at each other straight in the eyes, our noses an inch apart. I saw both Eric and Sven look back at me; I almost couldn't tell whose beautiful, deep eyes I was staring at.
"Daddy," I said and went in for another passionate kiss. Sven, who was usually smooth as a baby, had a stubble by this point of the night. It felt rough against my skin, but I loved it.
My hands squeezed his biceps, then moved on to his pecs as we continued kissing. I pinched his nipples at the same time. "Aaah!" he moaned, in a rare show of weakness for him.
My arms dropped and my right hand reached for our dicks. Lost in our kiss, I hadn't even noticed we were both hard and dripping precum.
"Daddy," I said again, as I gripped his erection and felt it pulsate in my hand. God, I wanted him so bad, I realized.
I started jerking him off, going faster and faster, avoiding eye contact. A few seconds later, he put one hand on my wrist to stop the hand-job, and another hand on my chin to pull up my face.
We looked at each other again. "Are you okay? Are you sure?" his eyes said, without him making a sound. I nodded, and he pulled me in for another strong, all-encompassing kiss I felt in my whole body.
I put my hand back on his dick. Please let me make you cum, I thought. I took one of his nipples in my mouth. It wasn't easy to nibble on someone's nipple with a huge ring hanging off it, but I did my best, and it made Sven yell out in pleasure and start pulling on my hair.
It was the middle of the night, in a foreign city, in a club where no rules seemed to apply. It was now or never.
I went on my knees and put Sven's dick in my mouth.
It was even bigger now after the nip action. He was leaking enough precum to make me need to swallow a couple of times. I'd never sucked off anyone with a pierced dick before. (I'd already seen several Prince Alberts in this club. They seemed to be popular in Berlin, but Sven's was by far the largest of them all.) It didn't feel comfortable, but I wanted more than anything to make Sven cum. I didn't care if it was in me, on me, or in front of me; I just wanted to be the reason that he had cum, at least once in his life.
I licked and stroked his dick, taking it out of my mouth to admire it every now and then. It almost felt like the first blowjob I was giving anymore. Maybe he sensed my nervousness, cuz he pulled me up and in for another kiss. It tasted different, now that we shared the taste of his precum as we kissed.
While kissing, Sven guided both my hands behind my back and gripped my wrists tightly. He then pushed me back down to my knees. I kept my hands behind my back, as if wearing invisible handcuffs. I opened my mouth wide, and Sven's dick entered it as far as it would go. He put his hands on the back of my head, and slowly started face-fucking me. I gagged a couple of times, but focused on breathing through my nose. Sven slowed down, then picked up speed. I could feel more of his precum gush inside my mouth, and I loved it.
After a while, Sven pulled out of my mouth and started jerking himself off faster and faster. I made myself as comfortable as possible, kneeling on the grimy floor, and stuck my tongue out. He was getting ready to cum, and I wanted to taste it.
"Daddy's gonna cum," Sven said in between grunts, looking down at me.
"Yes, Daddy. Give me your cum, Daddy, please," I begged, looking up at him in the eyes.
"You want it, you want Daddy's cum?" he teased, jerking faster.
"I want your cum, Daddy," I said. My fingertips stroked his balls as they swung back and forth, the inner side of his thighs, his ass; anything I could reach.
"Aaaaah!" he screamed and I knew it was coming. I stuck out my tongue, and Sven grabbed me by the hair and shoved his dick in my mouth. Even better than I expected, he started shooting his load down my throat as I gasped for air, trying to swallow everything. It tasted different than every other load I'd ever had, and I cherished every drop of it.
Sven's whole body spasmed as he came. It was such an unusual sight, from such a big man as him. He kept his dick in my mouth for a full minute after he came. As his orgasm subdued, he put his hands under my armpits and pulled me up, and kissed me again.
It was the most beautiful kiss I'd ever shared with anyone.
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ERIC:
After spending the afternoon in Tiergarten with my parents and Frank (and half the city, who all seemed to have the idea to head to the park on a sunny day), I went back to Frank's apartment to spend some time with Will while everyone else went out for a walk around the gayborhood.
I walked in on him lying on the couch, smoking.
"How's Frank's weed?" I asked.
"It's okay," Will said. "Super weak compared to back home, but hey, it was free."
I sat next to him as he passed me the joint. For a second, it felt like we were back in college, in our dorm room.
"I didn't get to talk to you at all this morning," I said, taking a drag. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Yeah, I think I did."
"You think?"
"Well, I'm not sure what to think. It was all kinda weird."
"Weird? I thought it was hot."
"It wasn't not hot. I'm just not sure I'm dying to go back to a club like that, even if we did have them close to home."
"Well I loved it. I asked my dads and Frank if we could go back tonight, but it was a categorical no."
"Did you hook up with anyone?" Will asked me.
"Kinda," I said, and turned to face him. "It was only a kiss. With Frank."
Will looked at me and didn't react. He took the joint from my hand and took another puff.
"Just a kiss?" he asked.
"Yeah. I mean, we've talked about it, so I figured you'd be fine."
"No, no, it's okay," Will reassured me. "It's just... how did you and Frank get to kissing?"
"Well, we saw you, and then we sorta... started kissing."
"You saw me?"
"We saw you two. You and my dad."
"Oh." He went to take another drag, but the joint was done.
"Will... It's okay."
I put my hand on his knee. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and I felt overdressed, even in just shorts and a T-shirt.
He laughed. "I don't even know what that means anymore. Dude, I hooked up with your dad and that's okay?"
Here we were again. Same exact spot, like when we sat on my bed back home, Will telling me he and Dad kissed. Only this time they'd gone even further.
"Honey what do you want me to say?" I asked. "Would you like me to punch you?"
"In a way, yes! At least that would feel normal."
I sighed, and stroked his leg with my hand.
"Do you remember what you asked when I told you Sven and I kissed the first time?" Will said. "You asked why I did it."
"I remember. And you said you didn't know."
"I didn't. But I might know now."
"Well, what is it?"
"Eric. Honey, I love you. But.. I think I'm falling in love with your dad."
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Chapter 15: "You Me Him"

ERIC:
"Okay sweetie, take care," my dad David told me before getting in line to go through security. "We'll see you soon."
"Bye, son. Listen to Frank," my other dad Sven said while giving me a hug. "And don't get into too much trouble."
"I promise I won't do anything you wouldn't," I said.
"Well that's hardly fucking reassuring now, is it?" Sven laughed.
"Bye, honey," Will gave me a hug and kiss. "I'll see you soon."
"Yup," I kissed him back. "A week will be over before you know it."

—​

After everything that happened on our first night in Berlin, I had an idea.
"I think you should go back home with my dads," I told Will a couple of days later, the two of us alone at the gay bar on Frank's street, "and I need to ask them if it's okay for me to stay here a bit longer. Just a week or so."
I took a sip of my drink and waited for Will's response. It never came, so I took another sip.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "I don't really know what that's supposed to do."
"It's not supposed to 'do' anything. They have to go back to work soon, and I love it here, I'd love to stay a bit longer. And I just figured you might prefer to go back with them, where it's quieter, get a chance to spend some time together."
"But I love spending time with you as well," Will took my hand in his.
"I know. And I'll be back soon. It's just... You've said it yourself you're feeling confused. And having so many people around you all the time's bound to be even more confusing."
"That's true," he said quietly.
"Listen. I love spending time with you too. But we've been together non-stop pretty much since we met. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. Let's see where things stand in a week."
"Okay. Let's do it."

WILL:
Eric was not just nothing like anyone I'd ever met before, he was unlike anyone I could even imagine. When I told him I might be falling in love with his dad (words I regretted as soon as they came out my mouth, for it was only then I realized how intense this situation was) he didn't seem to get upset, he remained as cool as always. He gave me a hug, and we sat in silence for what seemed like forever, even though it was probably just a few minutes.
"I just wanna say, I want you to know I'm not mad at you," Eric had said.
"How can you not be?!"
"Because I know it's not something you're doing on purpose, to hurt anymore."
"And now what?"
"Now we relax, and take our time. It's not a diagnosis that needs to be cured in a rush."

—​

A couple of days later, Eric came up with the suggestion to stay in Berlin for an extra week, while I go back home with Sven and David. His dads were a bit hesitant, but agreed to it after Sven's friend Frank promised to watch out for Eric and take good care of him.
Flying with Eric's parents without Eric there felt completely different. It almost felt like *I* was their son. None of the flight attendants said anything, but as they served us I couldn't help but imagine they thought of us as a gay couple and their child.
We arrived back at David and Sven's house feeling jet-lagged and knackered. We went straight to bed even though it was the middle of the day. It was weird to sleep in Eric's bed alone, but I was too drained to overthink things so I passed the fuck out. I woke up a few hours later to find a couple of half-eaten pizzas on the kitchen table. They still weren't too cold, they must've been delivered recently. I had a couple of slices and went back to bed.
I woke up around midnight, feeling wide awake. I checked my phone to see what time it was in Berlin. There were no new texts from Eric. He was probably asleep. We used an app to track each other's phones, we'd been using it since college. I opened it to check if he was at Frank's place. "Location not available," my phone said. I put it down, trying not to wonder if his phone was off or he'd disabled me from tracking it.
I went out to the yard for a smoke. After a couple of blunts, I felt a bit calmer. On my way back, I passed David and Sven's room. Their door was open and the TV was on, loudly playing a late-night show.
"We didn't wake you, did we?" David said from their bed when he saw me pass by.
"Nah, I was just out for a smoke. I slept all day and now I can't fall asleep."
"Same," David smiled.
"Wanna join us?" Sven patted the empty space between them on his right.
They were both shirtless, potentially naked under the cover. I stood in front of their door in my boxers, and walked in. "Sure," I said.
Sven got up so I could go sit in the middle. As he got up I saw that he was indeed naked.
"Hope you don't mind sitting in the middle. It's where Eric would always sit. Force of habit," David said.
"No problem," I smiled at him.
We lay together and watched TV, laughing. The world seemed to be going crazy, but at least late-night shows had plenty of things to make fun of.
At some point, Sven put his arm around me and I made myself comfortable in the nook of his armpit. The room had a smell to it. It wasn't overly strong or pungent, but it just smelled of men. I wondered if they'd just had sex.
When the show was over, we switched to some comedy they were watching.
"What's this about?" I asked.
"It's about this throuple," David answered.
"A what?"
"So this married guy goes to an escort, but ends up falling for her. When his wife finds out, she goes to meet the girl but she's attracted to her as well. Over time they all talk about it and decide to live together, the three of them, as a couple. A family."
I was zero percent surprised to hear him talk like this was the most normal thing in the world.
As we lay in bed, Sven would gently stroke my shoulder, then David's neck. I put my hand on Sven's chest and slowly started stroking it as well.
When we got hungry, David got up to bring us some pizza. I noticed he was naked as well.
"Thank you, honey," Sven said as David came back with the pizza boxes and wine for everyone. He gave him a kiss, with me wedged in the middle. When David tried to move back, Sven put his hand on David's face and continued with the kiss, the two making out loudly and passionately right in front of my face. I felt my dick twitch.
We ate and drank in bed until the pizza was all gone and the boxes were on the floor. The wine was probably starting to hit me, but I couldn't tell. Even sober, I hardly felt in my right mind anymore.
A sex scene started on TV. The camera zoomed in on the three actors all kissing at the same time while taking their clothes off. Even though two of them were women, I was starting to get hard.
From my right, David reached over to Sven and started kissing him.
"Excuse me," David said quietly and hopped over me to get to Sven. As he did, his semi-hard dick swung directly in my face.
David got on top of Sven and the two continued to make out. It wasn't rushed or aggressive, like they were trying to get to business, more toned down but extremely passionate.
"I love you," David whispered.
"I love you, too," Sven said back.
I watched as both sex scenes took place in front of me, on TV and right next to me in bed. After a while, the scene on TV was over, but David and Sven continued to make out and run their hands up and down each other's bodies. Sven's fingertips went from David's shoulders, all the way down his sides, to his asscheeks. He gave them a squeeze, and then a gentle spank. David reached down with his right hand. I couldn't see everything, but I could tell he grabbed Sven's dick.
After a few moments of stroking him, David started to scoot down. Sven's dick popped up, hard and wet and glistening. David put it in his mouth.
"Hooooo! Mmmmm," Sven breathed in loudly and moaned while exhaling.
He adjusted the pillows and put his right arm out again. "C'mere," his eyes seem to say as he looked at me, inviting me back into his arms.
I looked down. David feasted on Sven's cock, and seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Sven was. He looked up and winked at me when he saw me looking.
Sven continued to moan softly and stroke my arm while he was receiving a blowjob from his husband. I put my hand on his chest and stroked it, venturing close to his nipples which I knew were super sensitive.
Every now and then I would actually look at the TV. It's hard to explain, but it was as if what was happening right next to me in bed was so hot and so exciting that I didn't dare stare right at it. I was hard as a rock but I didn't touch myself. I just wanted to watch.
David continued to audibly suck and jerk Sven's dick, while Sven lay back with his eyes closed, stroking my arm and enjoying himself. It went on long enough for the next episode on TV to start. If they'd indeed had sex earlier, this would be Sven's second time tonight; or maybe he was just always able to go for such a long time before cumming.
A few minutes later, his head jerked up. He grabbed David by the hair with his left hand, and took my left hand in his right. He started squeezing it very tightly. It hurt, but I didn't pull away.
"Aaah. Aaaaah! I'm cumming!!" he yelled out all of a sudden, and his whole body started convulsing like he'd been electrocuted. He squeezed my hand so hard I felt like my bones might crack.
David's head went up and down faster and faster. A couple of seconds later he started making slurping noises. Sven's grip on my hand relaxed. He had cum in David's mouth, and David was trying to swallow it.
They both opened their eyes. David quickly moved up and went in to give Sven a kiss. They moaned as they swapped cum and made out. Then, David looked to his left. We made eye contact. He didn't break it, but he didn't move either, hesitantly waiting for either encouragement or refusal from me.
I gave the faintest smile and moved a couple of inches nearer. That was enough for David to take the back of my neck and pull me in for a kiss. His mouth wasn't full anymore, most of it swallowed by him and Sven, but there was some of Sven's cum for David and I to swap as we kissed. He put it in my mouth with his tongue. I accepted it and swallowed.
We all looked at each other and smiled.
"Do you need a towel?" David asked Sven.
"Nope, I think you got everything," Sven said, looking down to his dry crotch.
"Umm. I could use one."
I pointed to my stomach and boxers, sticky with the load I'd shot at the same time as Sven.
David smiled and picked up a jizz rag off the floor and handed it to me. It was black, and speckled with crusty, white leftovers.

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I can only hope everything will work out for Eric and Will once Eric comes back. Love this chapter

 

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Chapter 16: "Go Ahead"

ERIC:
The extra week I spent in Berlin by myself went by way too quickly. As happy as I was to go back and see my dads and Will, a part of me felt devastated that I was leaving. I'd been going out every single night, meeting people from all over who seemed to hop from one big city to the next, full of stories most people back home couldn't even imagine. For the first time, I felt a taste of true independence. Granted, it was my dads paying for all of this, so I was hardly "independent"; but what I knew for sure was that as nice as it was living with them, Will and I needed to get our shit together and move out, so our lives could finally begin.
Frank was a wonderful host. He went out with me, usually sticking around until I met some other people to talk to and then leaving early, saying he was "too old" to stay up all night, but probably just giving me room to hang out with some people closer to my age. He always watched out for how much I drank and if I had enough money to get back home, but never in a way that felt restricting or annoying. The more time I spent with him, the more he reminded me of my dad Sven; if I didn't know better I could swear they were brothers.
One night (or one early morning, rather) I came back to his apartment drunk, and instead of the guest room I headed for his bed. I took my clothes off and snuck under the cover, where he was as naked as I was. Half-asleep, he turned around and gave me a hug, putting his big arms around me. Without much hesitation, my right hand slid straight down and cupped his balls, which were almost too big to hold in one hand.
"Mmm, what are you doing?" he mumbled.
"Just tryna make you feel good," I whispered in the dark.
"Shhh," he said and guided my hand from his balls back up to my chest. "You don't have to do that." He squeezed me tighter and gave me a fatherly peck on the forehead. "You don't have to fuck every man to get them to like you."
His words went above my head, and my hand went back below his waist.
"But I want this," I said, and squeezed his full sac. "Can I?"
We lay in silence for a couple of seconds as the sun was starting to rise outside.
"Oh, go ahead," he said and turned on his back, his eyes still closed.
I grabbed his dick and slid down to put it in my mouth. It was thick, and big, and with a large Prince Albert on the tip. Just like my father's.

—​

The week before, I'd had a chance to compare as I saw my dad and Frank stand side-by-side naked in Tiergarten. The day after going out to the sex club, Will stayed at the apartment alone to nurse his hangover, while my dads, Frank, and I went out to the large park in the center of Berlin. The weather was gorgeous, and we were headed to an area Sven compared to a "gay nudist beach."
"You can get naked there?!" I said.
"Of course. Almost everyone is."
As we drove there I pictured a small, secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes, and as difficult to access as the beach in Sitges. Nope: the nudist area was smack-dab in the middle of the park, surrounded by pedestrian pathways, just yards away from a column that was one of the city's biggest tourist attractions. There was some shrubbery, but the meadow was mostly open. Some of the passers-by would stop and gawk in awe for a few seconds (giving away their tourist status) but most of the pedestrians and cyclists completely ignored the nudity. Just like the beach we'd been to in Spain, every single person here was male.
The area was so busy, there was almost no room for the four of us. I followed my dads and Frank, as they pulled out some towels for us to lie on and took their clothes off, casually chatting about the sunny weather while doing so. I looked around. Out of the hundreds of men there, only a few were wearing speedos or underwear. I joined the group and got completely naked myself.
The naked beach in Spain was exciting, but that place was completely secluded, with zero chance of anyone randomly stumbling upon it. Here, I looked around at people around us walking with their dogs or their kids of any age, and laughed at how unlike home this was.
Frank pulled out drinks from his backpack and passed them around. I looked at the naked crowd, hoping I wasn't staring too obviously behind my sunglasses. One guy in particular quickly caught my eye. Luckily, he was lying quite close to us.
Now, I knew I was a fairly attractive guy (thousands of my blog followers told me so). Both my dads were handsome and in great shape, as were dozens of the men around us. But there's "good looking" and then there's "extremely good looking," where you can't even pinpoint what it is about that person that makes them so attractive. The guy who caught my eye, who I started calling The Model in my head, was just like that.
He seemed to be in his mid-30s. In an era of tattoos, it was refreshing to see his body completely unvarnished. His skin was hairless and smoother than any adult's I'd ever seen. While everyone soaked in the sun, he was one of the only people lying in the shade under a large tree.
My dads and Frank continued to talk about events and people I didn't care about, so I lay and people-watched. A group of six guys who looked my age sat close to us, the smell of their weed reaching my nostrils. They smoked and laughed and seemed to be really good friends (I wish I had a group of friends I could just get naked with and go chill at the park with, I thought). There were a few couples I could see. Some just lay next to each other reading, others much friskier, kissing, and running their hands up and down each other's bodies, even though this was an extremely public place.
This included my dads, who'd made themselves comfortable lying on their side. Sven was hugging David from behind, his fingertips running down David's chest and belly and reaching his dick, while he chatted with Frank. I swallowed spit.
On the edges of the meadow, next to some bushes, I saw a few guys with hard-ons, discreetly tugging on their dicks as they observed the crowd. Time went by and guys came and went. Some of them would disappear in the bushes and not come out for a while.
"There's a more discreet area nearby," Frank said when he noticed me look at them, "where people go to cruise. Fuck," he explained, in case I didn't know what cruising was.
A couple next to us had started to make out passionately, going further and further, completely forgetting or ignoring where they were. I started to get hard and turned around to lie on my stomach. From this position, I was facing forward and looking at The Model again.
Fuck he's perfect, I thought. I wished I was here alone, so I could go talk to him. Then again, what was stopping me? It's not like my dads would mind if I stroke up a conversation with a hot stranger in front of them.
I decided to finish up my drink, which was getting increasingly warm, and go say hi. Frank was lying right next to me, napping, after he'd asked us to wake him up before he burns. My dads were now lying facing each other, occasionally kissing. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed David's arm go up and down very, very slowly and discreetly.
They weren't... Were they?
They were lying too close together for anyone to get a good look, and their movements were too slow, but I could swear David was jerking Sven off. I couldn't blame them: there was such an erotic energy to this place! And other people being around had never stopped them before, including me.
I finished my drink, and finally decided to get up and try my luck with The Model.
"I'm getting hot," I announced, "I'm gonna go sit in the shade for a bit."
"Okay honey," Sven said. "Go ah– ah– ah– aaahhh– ahead."
His face started spasming and his voice started breaking and I knew, as much as he was trying to hide it, he was cumming in David's hand right then.
I smiled, but it quickly disappeared when I turned around. The Model was packing his stuff and leaving.

—​

After my dads and Will flew back home, I went to Tiergarten every single day. I always lay in the same spot and tried to be there around the same time of day as the first time, in hopes to see The Model again, to no avail. I'd realized many of the guys there were regulars, but unfortunately he wasn't one of them.
Just as well, I thought on my last day there. He probably wouldn't be interested in someone like me anyway. As attractive as I was, next to him I looked like a gargoyle.
Then, just as I was getting ready to put my clothes on and leave, The Model appeared. He took the same spot under the tree. I waited for him to get naked and lie down, and almost sprinted to him.
"Hi. Do you speak English?" I asked, enunciating every syllable in case he didn't.
"Well I grew up in Massachusetts so it'd be pretty funny if I didn't," he said with a confident voice and a gorgeous smile.
"Hi! I'm Eric," I said and offered him my hand with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Hi Eric," he said, sounding a bit weirded out by my forwardness but trying to be polite. "I'm Ben."
We stood in awkward silence for a couple seconds.
"I-- I was just wondering if you had any sunscreen," I said, thankful for my quick thinking.
"I do," he said, pointing to his expensive-looking duffel bag on the grass. "You shouldn't be out in the sun that long."
"Yeah, I was just thinking of moving here in the shade," I said. "If– If you don't mind."
"No, sure," he flashed me another million-dollar smile.
Fuck! This was going so much better than I thought! I tried to be cool and not look overly eager as I walked to move my towel and bag right next to Ben's.
"Come here," he said, rubbing sunscreen between his hands and starting to rub it on my shoulders and back. "You know, you smell like you have sunscreen on already," he said when he was done and smacked me lightly on the ass.
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to be continued...​

SVEN:
I was never a fan of the idea of Eric being homeschooled. I was worried about him making friends and socializing. Luckily, my husband was super involved and he found a bunch of clubs and extracurriculars that Eric could join, so he had plenty of friends. After he went off to college, his 18th birthday happened to be during fall break, so Eric came to celebrate with his friends back home.
That evening, we let Eric and his friends hang out in the living room. We retreated to our bedroom and told him to get us if he needed anything. The worst part was that I couldn't walk around my house naked like I was used to. Of course, I knew how to be decent when there were people over, but I was happy I normally got to be my naked self, and that my husband and I didn't have to hide from our son.
I was out of my clothes as soon as I shut the bedroom door behind me.
"C'mere," I growled at my husband and grabbed him from behind, gently biting his neck. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and relaxed completely in my arms.
"Oh Daddy, I love you," he moaned.
"Well then you're gonna get on your knees and do what Daddy tells you."
I pushed him down and within seconds my dick was in his mouth. The sounds of laughter and music were blasting from downstairs. I started to get hard and told David to take his clothes off. He took everything off, ending with his briefs which already had a large precum stain on them. He left the clothes on a pile on the floor and we moved to the bed.
We took a bottle of poppers and took a few hits each, with made us even fucking hornier. After a few minutes of sucking and jerking each other off and sniffing poppers, I was dying to fuck. I lubed up his smooth hole, playing with it and fingering it in the process, before lying on my back and ramming my pierced dick all in my husband, who was sitting on top and facing me.
"Fuck! Fuck that feels good!" David moaned, trying not to be loud in case someone could hear us. Of course, that just made me want to fuck him harder and harder and really push the envelope to see how far he can go. I plowed him stronger and stronger as he bit his lip and pinched hard on my pierced nipples, which made me ever hornier and made me go faster.
"Dads, can I – Oops! Sorry!"
Eric had burst into our room. Instinctively, he and I made quick eye contact, as David took a couple seconds to come down and realize what was going on.
Eric stood in the door, without coming in but not leaving either.
"Did you need something?" I asked matter-of-factly. David was still on my lap with my dick inside of him.
"The pizzas we ordered are here," Eric said, looking at me and David straight in the eyes, "but I don't have any money."
"If you hand me my wallet, it's in the pocket of my jeans," David turned around slightly to point at the pile of clothes on the floor.
Eric shut the door behind him and came inside the room. He walked to the pile of clothes and I saw him pick up and move David's stained briefs, before reaching for his jeans and digging out the wallet. While he did that, I kept thrusting and slowly moving up and down inside my husband's hole.
Eric walked up to the bed and handed David his wallet. David took out some cash to hand to Eric, while I held him by the sides of his torso so he wouldn't lose balance as I continuously, slowly moved my hips up and down and felt my dick rub against the soft walls of my husband's hole.
"Thanks Dad," Eric said and gave David a quick peck on the cheek, before heading out of the room and closing the door behind him.
"Fuck! Fuck!!!" David screamed as I thrusted strongly one final time and his dick exploded, without either of us touching it, and shot cum all over my stomach, chest, and the headboard.

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Chapter 17: "Hotel Rooms, Pt. I"

ERIC:

Time seemed to fly as I spent the afternoon at the park in Berlin with Ben. After a week in the city on my own, memories and connections back home seemed to fade more and more. Funny how quickly that could happen sometimes.
Ben was indeed, like I'd been calling him in my head, a model. He spent his time between London and Paris, often traveling to other places in Europe and the world. He was extremely easy to talk to, and very charismatic. He wasn't quite old enough to be my dad, but being in his mid-30s he was definitely more of an adult than I was, and a sense of admiration for him quickly started to develop.
"It's probably time to go soon," he said as the weather started to get cloudier. A few people were putting their clothes on and leaving the naked area of the park, only the most hardcore nudists remained.
"Yeah," I agreed, trying not to sound too devastated.
"You got anywhere you need to be?"
"No. I'm going back home tomorrow," I replied, still sad. "Guess I just need to pack, but I don't have that much stuff."
"Then how about I take you out?" he offered, instantly cheering me up.
"Really?" I said with a huge, flirty smile.
"Yes. A dinner to say goodbye to Europe before you leave."
"Sounds good," I tried to sound casual while inside I was freaking out.
We put our clothes on (the one bad part was that we wouldn't be naked together anymore, but oh well) and waited for the car Ben had ordered for us on his phone. It was a shiny black German car, and Ben held the door open for me.
"Thank you," I smiled, getting in. I could get used to this.
It was too early for dinner, so Ben suggested we go for cocktails first. The ride was not long at all, we could've easily walked to the bar. We were there in less than ten minutes.
The dimly-lit bar was fancy and I was quickly realizing this was Ben's style. Even though he claimed he'd only been in the city a couple of times before, he seemed like he knew exactly where he was going.
When I mentioned that I had two gay dads (Ben asked if I came to Berlin by myself so I said my dads had also been here, for some reason failing to mention that so was my boyfriend), Ben found this fascinating, as did most people.
"Ha, interesting," he said. He looked like there was more he wanted to say, but he was holding back.
"Yeah. I mean, it was never a big deal. People make it out to be much weirder than it is."
"Yeah. Then, I suppose, you grew up with them so it's something you've known your whole life, not like you found out later."
I thought this was a weird thing to say and I wasn't sure what he was getting at, so I stayed quiet and sipped my overpriced cocktail.
"I have a son," he came out after a moment of silence, "not much younger than you. He'll be 18 soon."
"And... he doesn't know you're gay or bi or whatever?" I guessed.
"No. But he didn't grow up around me. He's with his mom and stepdad."
"Well, if you ever wanted to let him know... I don't know him or you really, but I think you should do it. The worst part is probably in your head."
"Yes, I agree," he nodded.
"One thing I learned from my dads is not to be embarrassed about your gayness."
"Oh really?" he laughed.
"Oh yes. Trust me, they weren't shy about anything."
"How so?" Ben leaned in closer.
"Let's just say they love being intimate, wherever they are," I lowered my tone a little, "so I always saw a lot of that."
"Really?" Ben continued to look fascinated.
"Yeah. Well my one dad, Sven, is a nudist, so I always kinda grew up with that not being a big thing."
"See, that's the thing," Ben said. "I also like being nude, but if I met my son I'd feel weird about it."
"Well, back home you obviously can't do it in public like this just anywhere without being arrested. But if you're at home, and you like to be naked, I don't see anything wrong with that. Give him a chance to see how gorgeous his dad is," I decided to be bolder. Ben licked his lips and winked at me.
"So your dads would like, hook up in front of you?" he asked.
"Well they wouldn't sit me down so I could be an audience. But if I happened to walk into the room or something, they wouldn't shy away."
"And what would you walk in on?"
"Oh, you know... Stuff."
"Ever caught them fucking?"
"Yes," I smiled.
"And how did that make you feel?"
"Alright. No big deal."
"Did it ever turn you on?"
"No," I lied.
"Not even a little bit?" Ben raised his brows.
"Maybe. Cuz there's two men fucking. And they're both hot."
"Yeah? You're a little perv, aren't you?" he said, putting his right hand on my face and making intense eye contact with me. It was almost intimidating, but I found it hot instead.
"Yes, Sir," I gently nodded my head.
"Yeah," he said, licked his gorgeous lips again, and put his thumb in my mouth right there at the table.

—​

Dinner was just a few doors down, at an equally fancy restaurant. I had no idea what to get so I let Ben order for me. He ordered food and a bottle of wine (and later, another one) and by the time we were done eating I felt a wonderful buzz, although I'm not sure if it was the wine or the attractive man sitting across from me.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?" Ben asked right after ordering us dessert.
"In the afternoon."
"So you have all morning to pack."
Was this another invitation?
"Yes."
"Then how would you like to spend the night with me at my hotel?"
I felt like I'd just won the lottery.

—​

We walked to Ben's hotel which was also in the area. The doorman nodded at us as we walked in. In my casual, cheap clothes I almost felt like a hustler he'd picked up on the street. Not that I cared.
We rode the elevator to one of the top floors.
"Take your clothes off," Ben said authoritatively as soon as the door was closed.
I did what I was told.
"Good boy," he said and put his hand on my face again, pulling me in for a kiss. I was shorter and had to stand on my toes to reach him.
"Let's get you something to drink," he said and ordered a bottle of champagne and a few waters from room service.
"This is so Pretty Woman," I said, twirling around the suite.
"Don't wait on me to climb up no fire escapes," he said and grabbed my face again, which led us to passionately make out for a few minutes until I was hard and dripping precum.
There was a knock on the door.
"Oh. Come on in," Ben opened the door and invited the person in. I wasn't sure whether to run and hide, but I stood still. A young delivery boy, not much older than me, came in pushing the cart with the drinks.
"Good evening, Sir," he said when he saw me, trying to maintain his cool and suppress a smile, as a drop of precum leaked from my cock head and hit the carpet.
"There you go," Ben tipped the guy and he left.
"I knew you were a little perv," he said and I couldn't stop smiling. He popped the bottle open and filled two glasses.
"Have a sip and then drink some water," he instructed. "I don't want you to be wasted while I'm fucking you."
"Oh, so you're gonna be fucking me?"
"Oh, and how," he grinned and we clinked glasses.

to be continued...​

SVEN:

By the time Eric's plane landed, it was close to midnight. Instead of driving all the way home in the middle of the night, we'd decided to get a hotel room close to the airport and spend the night there, then leave bright and early in the morning.
We'd only spent a week apart, but my son looked so much more mature somehow when I saw him walk out of the arrivals gate. Maybe it was all in my mind, but I was really starting to register that he was an adult man now, not a boy by any metric.
I'd foolishly failed to book a room at the hotel, thinking "it's a big hotel by the airport, they're bound to have rooms." Turns out, because of a few flights being canceled, the only rooms they had left were single-beds.
"That's fine," I said and handed my card to the receptionist while Eric waited behind me with his luggage.
"Here we are," I said when we got to the room. It was small and ugly, but it'd do the trick.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," my son said, taking all his clothes off in front of me and heading to the bathroom.
I should've gone straight to sleep, that was the whole point of getting a hotel in the first place, but I was too tempted to check Grindr first. Living in the middle of nowhere there was no one attractive for miles sometimes, so I always took advantage to check it out when traveling.
The grid of unknown torsos titillated me instantly, and my dick jumped while I could hear the water running and my son showering with the bathroom door open.
The hottest torso belonged to a guy just a few feet away, probably staying at the hotel. He was 32, 6'3", had darkish features, and arms and chest even bigger than mine. According to his profile, he was "Versatile."
I got a few messages from other guys, but none of them interested me. Eric was out of the shower and towel-drying himself next to the bed and I was about to put my phone away, when Mr. Versatile texted me: "Hey."
"Hey," I wrote back.
Eric kept talking to me about his time in Berlin while drying his chest, his legs, and his dick in front of me, but I was only half-paying attention. The other half of my brain was distracted by the scorching-hot naked pics Mr. Versatile had just sent me.
"Are you tired?" I asked Eric, hopeful that I might get an opportunity to sneak out without having to do any explaining. The photos had made my dick swell to its full extent, and once I got this horny there was no turning back.
"No, not really."
"What? It's the middle of the night in Berlin."
"I know, but I didn't get any sleep the night before, so I slept on the plane pretty much the entire time."
He was done drying, so he got in bed with me. I felt his left leg brush up against my right under the cover.
"Can you host?" I texted Mr. Versatile.
"No. Wife n kids here."
"Too bad," I typed with my right hand while stroking my dick with my left. Eric had pulled out his phone, probably checking his social media.
"I'd love to fuck that ass of yours tonight," I wrote, prompting the guy to send me a series of hole pics that made me feel even more voracious.
Fuck, I thought while stroking my dick. It was tenting the cover and making it pretty obvious what I was doing right next to my son, but it's not like I could get up and go to the bathroom without him noticing.
"What room r u in?" the hot guy wanted to know.
"727," I said, "but I can't host either. My son here."
I spent the next 15 minutes of so sexting with the guy, while my son lay next to me. He either didn't notice or didn't care that I was jerking off right next to him. Either way, neither of us mentioned it.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both Eric and I looked at each other with genuine surprise.
"Who is it?" I yelled out. There was no answer, so I got up to answer the door, hiding my nakedness behind it as I opened it.
On the other side, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers tenting in the front, was Mr. Versatile.
Before I had a chance to say anything I heard a voice behind me.
"What are you doing here?" I heard Eric say.
"You guys know each other?!" I said loudly, while the guy stood at the door with a smirk on his face.
"Can I come in?" he said with an Eastern-European accent.
I let him in through the door and shut and locked it behind him. I'd just realized I was still hard as a rock.
"How do you know each other?" I repeated my question.
"We don't," Eric explained. "We were just talking... on Grindr."
So that's what my son was doing on his phone! I burst out laughing. My cock shook up and down as I chortled uncontrollably, and the other two joined in. The laughter in the room was contagious and we all shared the same energy.
The guy took a step forward and kissed me while we were still laughing. His rough stubble scratched my face as we fought who would shove their tongue further down the other man's mouth.
"This has always been a fantasy of mine," he said, looking at me then Eric. "A father and son."
Eric and I exchanged a look. Neither of us seemed to back out. He was now also standing and I could see he had a hard-on as well.
The guy pulled down his boxers, revealing a gorgeous, uncut cock.
"What's your names?" he asked, in typical Grindr fashion, after we'd already seen each other naked.
Eric and I told him our names, and he smiled.
"I'm Nikola," he said, walking over to Eric slowly and starting to make out with him as well.
I watched my son make out with the buff giant, who put his large hand on Eric's ass.
"You're a bottom, right?" he asked.
"I can be," Eric answered flirtatiously.
"Then how about this," Nikola said, putting his arm around Eric and guiding him closer to me. "I want Daddy to fuck me, while I fuck you tonight."

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What a night for everyone involved.

Brian