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By *laidd OP Man
1 week ago
London |
6pm. Sitting in my son’s apartment - waiting for Dog. The group chat had become light hearted once more, giggles over customers smelling something on Dog when he served them food, the feeling of his cum drying into his pubes, the tangy taste of my piss in his mouth … it was good that we were all able to see this as fun.
We’d come back, stripped and were busy ensuring that we were ready for Dog to come to his second home. The group text had laid out how to find us, how to get into the building etc and what to do when he go in through the door.
6.20pm the door entry system buzzed. He was here. I padded over to the screen, checked and let him in. I walked over to the front door and put it on the latch, double checked the items on the hall table and made my way back to the living room. We sat together, my son and I, naked, me with my back against the arm of the sofa, him between my legs, my hands wrapped around his chest.
Click. Sound of the door skimming across the rug, then again as it closed. Click.
Rustling. Sound of clothing hitting the floor, then picked up and folded. Clunking of items being placed on the hall table, items being picked up.
Silence.
I kissed the back of my son’s neck as we waited. Then we heard the gentle padding of bare feet on the flooring, making its way towards us, tentatively. There he was. Ours.
As naked as the day he was born, except for the collar around his neck and the cage around his cock and balls. I knew we were both taking in the sight before us. Even though we’d fucked, even though he’d d*unk my piss, I was still in awe of the young man in front of us. Looking from his feet up, I took in the young expression of manhood before me. His feet, about a size 9 or 10, slight hair on his big toes, which gave way to smooth skin on the top before being overgrown from the ankle up to his thighs with light brown fur … his calves, athletic or perhaps just good genetics, rippled as he stood. At the top of his thighs, where they connected to his torso, the two clearly defined cum gutters, pointing their way to his light brown bush - trimmed by not hacked at, framing his caged cock, with is balls - decently sized and fully in proportion, raised the cage to a prominent position. My eyes grazed his stomach, the downy furry trail up to his belly button and beyond before petering out - leaving a very small smattering on his pecs. The air con in the apartment was clearly having an effect on him. His nipples were proud - erect, darker in colour than the rest of him. I took in his shoulders, the way his pecs were framed by the natural muscle tone of a young man, that neck - strong but so so inviting, then that handsome face … a light dusting of stubble, his smooth well rounded lips and those sparkling eyes. My mind and eye was clearly enjoying the view as my son had shifted position between my legs so that my hardening cock had room to grow. I felt my face flush but noticed my son was sitting between my legs, his own length standing proud against his stomach. There was no doubt, he was going to own his bro’s hole this evening.
The silence was achingly tense. We all knew we were going to fuck - it was already placed in the world via the group chat, we knew it wasn’t an overnighter, as Dog needed to go home and we knew there was a limited time to do this - so why the pause, why the delay.
‘Ready bro?’, asked my son. Dog nodded and without any further instruction, he walked towards us. He stood, taking in the sight of his two Sirs, his cock once again straining inside its cage, before climbing onto the sofa, turning and lowering his arse to meet my son’s cock. I watched over my son’s shoulder as Dog, one hand on the back of the sofa, the other reaching behind to grab my son’s dick, adjust his position so he could sit down, engulfing the meaty shaft. He let out a soft whine, as his well opened hole accepted the thick, warm, alive meat into him. My son, his bro, took hold of his hips and steadied him, gently coaxing him to move his body back a little so he could rest his back against my son’s chest. He gasped, my son moaned. There wasn’t a gap between them. That toy had really opened up our Dog, his bro and from the sound of it, he was wet and ready for a breeding.
I watched my son’s thigh muscles contract and relax as he flexed his shaft inside the warm, wet hole. His hands, gliding up and down his brothers body, lifting his hips to meet his down stroke. They soon got into a rhythm. It wasn’t frenzied, it wasn’t feral but it was clear that neither of them were breaking this bond until satisfied.
I kissed my boys neck as I kept him steady. My own dick, spewing precum over my son’s back, as I took in the sights, the sounds, the smell of the two of them fucking. I let my hands tug on my son’s nipples, my hands grazed his tummy, pulling his hair so I could gain access to kiss him, whilst watching and listening to his brother fuck himself soundly. Dog was lost. His head was tilted back as he used his thighs to move his body up and down, sometimes circling on the shaft inside him, panting, gasping, begging to be bred. My son’s own head now resting on my shoulder, his face wet with sweat and drool from the fuck he was giving and receiving. ‘Dad’, he panted, ‘ Wanna join me? His hole is so open, so wet, so hot …’. I started at the scene in front of me, trying to remain sensible as we hadn’t discussed this, but before I could overanalyse Dog growled, ‘I want both my Sir’s inside me at the same time…open my hole, make it fit both of you.’
I didn’t have a choice. Dog suddenly stood up and jumped off the sofa, my son - taken aback that his cock was now cooling in the air around him, moved and stood, turned, grabbed my hand and pulled me up. All 3 of us kissed, briefly, but enough to reconnect, explore each others mouths. My son took control. I returned to my position against the arm of the sofa, but this time with my head resting on the arm. My son joined me on the opposite side and we both scooted together until our balls were touching alongside our shafts. He reached out and grabbed both our cocks, wanking them together - the combined heat, the flowing precum, glazing both our shafts and his hand made me buck my hips upwards, bringing our balls and cocks closer together.
Without pause, Dog turned his arse towards us, reached back and braced his arms onto the back of the sofa, one leg raised at a time with his heels on the edge. He lowered his thighs, my son keeping our dicks together as I reached up and helped support him on his downward journey.
The feeling of our wet dicks touching his scalding hot hole was immense. I moaned so loudly I am sure that the entire block knew what was going to happen but it didn’t stop me pushing upwards with my son, to breach that wet hole.
The sensation of both my son and I entering Dog’s hole was mind blowing. Tight - so fucking tight, but accommodating us both. We pushed our hips up as he lowered down, both of us reminding him that he was in control. My eyes flitted between the sight of our two cocks slowly entering that delicious hole and the sight of Dog, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, tongue letting saliva drool down his chin as he pushed his way down our shafts. It was taking all of my strength not to just blow my load there any then, but when his arse cheeks touched my pubes I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be flooding his guts with my load.
I watched as his arms tightened behind him, as he used them and his thighs to begin to fuck himself on our cocks. I could no longer see my son’s face, but I could feel the urgency of him through his throbbing shaft against mine. Dog was in control and began to growl, ‘Fuck Sirs, you think you own my hole, but I own your bones’… My eyes closed as I growled back, ‘You think you own us do you Dog…we are gonna give you our puppies … we own this hole’. ‘Fuck yes!’ I heard my son shout.
The rise and fall of Dogs hole as it dragged its way up and down our shafts caused my toes to curl, and in doing so, I felt my big toe get very warm and wet … my son’s tongue had found a home. He was biting, grazing, licking, slurping on my toe as a distraction to help him not blow. I turned my head and reciprocated, letting my tongue enjoy his tangy feet and toes. Dog continued to ride us … own us.
‘You think I belong to you,’, he panted, ‘ but if I chose to stop, you both will have the bluest balls’ … his breath short and ragged, I stopped licking my son’s toes and looked at Dog. His caged cock was purple, so hard, so restricted … I knew he was wanting to cum and this was getting him to the edge.
‘You fucking dare stop Dog’, I growled as I felt his hips circle both mine and my son’s dick inside his hole, swirling the warmth, the juices, stretching him wider, ‘There will be consequences’, I managed to gasp out.
‘Awwoooooo’ he yelled, as his hips seem to go into overdrive, pounding his arse up and down onto us, the sweat, the slapping, the sight of the skin of his arse cheeks sticking to us both as he rode us … using us as his own dildo.
I could feel my son’s shaft thicken, throbbing, harden … ‘Fuck, he’s so close’, I thought to myself, trying to think quickly of a way to help slow it down so he didn’t blow but it was too late, I could feel his dick harden to steel, his hips bucked up and his legs rigid ‘Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk, fuck shit, fuck fuck oh fuck’, he yelled and moaned. The heat from his cum scalded my shaft, making this already well opened and slick hole, feel like polished stone. Dog’s thrusting got faster, harder, frantic, I reached out to grab his thigh to try and stop him, but it was too late, my balls tightened, my dick, slick with the friction of my son’s load lost it’s control, hips bucked, toes curled … ‘CUNT!’ I yelled as I felt the first shot spew itself inside the hole that had been its downfall. One, two, four, seven shots, coating both my son’s and my shafts, whitewashing the hole that was continuing to milk us both. I was lost, my head spinning, my dick aching as the pummelling continued to be relentless … the tight, tighter, vice like - ‘Fuck Sirs … oh fuck … oh holy ffffuccckkk’, Dog’s voice hoarse as he came - his anal orgasm milking every last drop from us both, painfully trapping, keeping our shafts hostage as I could hear, even over the slapping of skin against skin and the noise we were making, the unmistakable dollops of cum landing on the floor.
He slowed - thank fuck he slowed, sat and rested - our cocks still inside him. Sweat poured from my face, down my neck and pooled into my pec valley. I moved my arms - heavy with the effort down my chest and tummy, making a slapping sound as I hit Dog’s thigh. His hole, still pulsing around both our softening shafts he turned his head - the biggest grin etched on his face, before turning to look at my son. I could feel his feet hitting the floor before he slowly flexed his thighs, raising himself off the two of us. I looked as both our cocks emerged, coated in our fuck, our spunk, our sweat and as we exited his hole, a mix of our loads dribbling out of that puffy, more red than pink hole, down our shafts. Dog turned, dropped to his knees, and with his right hand, held both our cocks, leaning forward and lolled his tongue up and down both shafts, tasting the mixture of our cum and his ass, before engulfing them into his warm mouth. Painfully sensitive he recognised that this couldn’t be a long clean up, swiftly moved up to first kiss me, then my son who, now I could see without obstruction, looked deliciously sweaty and fucked.
Rising himself back up, Dog walked slowly, our loads starting to trickle down the back of his leg, toward the hallway. We could hear him dressing, taking off the cage and collar as we’d instructed. Door open, door closed.
My son and I looked at each other. Our sweaty bodies still panting and twitching - but our faces said it all.
We eventually moved, kissing each other, taking in the measure of what we’d just done, clean up the cum on the floor and agreed a shower was in order … despite our love of musk. My son went first, whilst I sorted and squared up the living room. As he returned, wrapped in a crisp white towel, his hair matted, he had his phone in his hand, a smile. ‘Have you seen the message dad?, he asked. ‘Nope, what has Dog said?’ My son walked up to me and showed me the screen.
‘Sirs, I hope I have proven my worth today. I hope I have made you proud.
I hope I didn’t overstep a line by being too bratty as we fucked, as I don’t want to upset you both. I expect a consequence for my actions if you see fit.
I hope I can continue to grow with you and that we can be a family, a pack as I really want that with you both.
Can I be cheeky and request something? Whilst I will happily accept being called Dog, I wonder if I can have a name just like my brother Spike so that we can call it each other in public … would that be ok? Dog/Bro/Ant xxx’
I smiled. ‘I think someone craves this as much as we do … a family, feeling loved, belonging.’ My son nodded … ‘I have no problem with this being more dad, if you don’t.’
I stared into my son’s handsome face and beautiful eyes… ‘Let’s get him named, and go from there.’ |
