Under the Sun

Under the Sun

By: Spectrotica247

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Summary:

Damian and Dean Dombrowski are attractive brothers involved in an incestuous relationship for months. They openly admire each other physically as their sexual urges intensify, acting on fantasies publicly. But what happens if one of their family members catches them in an act?

Chapter Two - "Daddy's Sluts"

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You know what? Fuck it!

The thought punched through Eric's skull like a bullet, shattering the last pretense of restraint.

His palm shot out, grabbing Dean by the chin hard, forcing the boy's head back at a sharp angle. "You wanna be like that with your own father?" His voice went octave, rough with something darker than anger, something that would make your boner shrivel up if it wasn't already so fucking eager. "Fine. I guess it's time I'm gonna show you exactly how filthy degeneracy gets." An angry smirk appears on the middle-aged man's face as he has now gone full mask-off. He spent years polishing that mask, but that one inappropriate grope from his 13-year-old kid had ripped it clean off his face. His wife and daughter won't be arriving home until the party is over, at 8 PM, from what Colleen told him. Plenty of time to indulge in this depravity properly.

The patriarch lets go of Dean's chin, his other hand moves to the silver buckle of his leather belt. Once he unfastened the metal clasp, he jerked the belt free from its loops with the leather hissing through denim like a rattler's warning. Damian watches, slack-jawed, and when he glances down, his little brother is smirking like he just unlocked some secret achievement. You'll thank me later, those green eyes seem to say, before Dean shifts back on the lawn chair, giving their father space to undress.

"You think this is funny?" Eric sneered, "That I have two sons who just committed an indecent act of incest in my own backyard because they don't understand boundaries, and now my youngest is trying to provoke me?" He tosses the belt and it lands with a heavy 'clank' near the lawn chair's legs. The closeted hypocrite went to the button of his jeans, flipping it open with his thumb and tugging down the zipper, his briefs already soaked with pre-cum. "Fine. If my sons insist on being sluts, then that's exactly how I'll treat you."

The boys looked at one another, and as their father's words registered, their faces flushed crimson.

... Sluts.

... He had just called his own kids 'sluts'.

Damian blinked rapidly, trying to process the word, which had never once before escaped his father's lips. It wasn't just the word itself, but the way Eric had snarled it, so cold and bitter that you could almost taste the venom dripping off each syllable. It was as if their father wasn't really their father. Like, who is this man, and what happened to the Eric Dombrowski who'd scold them for skipping curfew, the Eric Dombrowski who'd sigh and rub his temples whenever they tracked mud into the kitchen, the Eric Dombrowski who'd hug them tight after nightmares?

He looked at Eric's face, the tight set of his jaw, the way his lips curved slightly at the corners, and saw that the fury was receding and being replaced by something darker and hungrier. The elder teen questioned Eric with wide curious eyes, "Dad... what does that mean?"

Dean was glad his brother had asked first, his own throat too tight to form words.

In one hard action, Eric pulled his pants down past his hips, exposing strong thighs covered in black hair and the distinct contour of his erection straining against wet boxer briefs. His smile grew, all teeth and no warmth. "It means I'm going to show you both what a real fucking feels like," he explained, his voice lowering an octave as cloth gathered around his work boots. "Right here. Right now. I don't give a damn if we get caught, that's on you filthy little sluts for being so desperate to get fucked outside."

Damian stared at his father like he'd grown a second head before he found his voice. "Are you... Dad, you're really gonna risk getting caught out here naked with your own sons?" His words came out sharper than intended, laced with disbelief. One minute their dad was scolding them for reckless behavior, and now he was about to drop through in the same damn spot? The hypocrisy was staggering.

Unfazed by the high school senior's stunned expression, Eric replied with a slow, deliberate smirk. "You didn't seem too worried about getting caught when you were balls deep in your little brother earlier. Funny how standards change when Dad's the one holding the leash. This is your punishment. You wanted to play grown-up games? Fine. Let's play."

Dean... what the fuck have you done to our dad? Damian thought wildly. But he couldn't deny the tingling waves running through his 18-year-old body as his leafy-green eyes were fixed on the pulsating bulge tenting his father's boxers, same with Dean.

If your guess would be that Dean must be having fantasies of other male relatives than Damian, you'd be correct, and you can't blame him given how unjustly attractive their 43-year-old father is, both with and without his thin beard, chiseled jawline, and crooked nose. His manly charisma was unmistakable. From flannel to work boots, he was a freaking Greek sculpture with big thighs, broad shoulders, and a six-pack that his wife Colleen always fawned over.

After months of stealing looks at his father's powerful thighs straining against denim and seeing the way Eric's biceps flexed when he carried timber into the truck bed, Dean is finally getting what he wanted. The spiked-haired 7th grader felt his father's hardness before, but never saw it. His mind raced with possibilities. How big would he be? Damian was thick enough to make Dean's thighs shake, but Eric was a grown man, broad-hipped and heavy with experience. He'd fucked their mother enough times to make three kids (well, four if you counted the miscarriage their Aunt Melinda whispered about once when she thought Dean wasn't listening). That cock had built their family. And now... it was about to ruin them in the best way possible.

Eric couldn't believe that he was allowing his perverted, pedophilic side to take full control of him. Minutes prior he was furious at his sons for committing incest in his backyard, and now he's shedding his own jeans in front of them, fully erect and ready to violate them. The middle-aged carpenter could've had them do it inside the house and spare them the humiliation of doing it outside, but he didn't care anymore. He'd spent far too long keeping himself under control, denying himself pleasures that were rightfully his to enjoy. He had to join in. If they wanna be foolish sluts risking themselves getting caught, he's gonna treat them like foolish sluts who deserve to get caught.

The mocha-haired man smirked down at his youngest child, his green eyes dark with lust as he grabbed the hem of his damp boxer briefs. "You wanted to see what a real man feels like, Dean?" Eric smirked with arousal. "Here's your fucking show." With one sharp tug, he yanked the fabric down past his hips, letting his cock spring free. It slapped against his stomach with an audible wet sound, already fully hard before he immediately wrapped his calloused fingers around the base to give it a couple of strokes.

Damian's mouth fell open slightly. He'd seen his own reflection mid-shower, caught glimpses of his teammates in locker rooms... but this? The sheer girth of his own 7 inches looks like child's play. Eric Dombrowski's cock was a fucking MONSTER! Thick and uncut like some Renaissance painting of debauchery. The foreskin was slid back to reveal a plum-red head, thick veins pulsing along its length. Fuck, guess that explained why I grew like this... genetics.

While this was going on, Dean was experiencing something like a religious awakening. Like his elder brother, he parted his lips just enough to reveal his father's massive, veined erection. Strong veins running a route of authority down the shaft, heavy and uncut, with the foreskin stretched taut over a bulging, flushed head, was the perfect appearance for a man's cock. Damian's decent seven inches was dwarfed by its massive size of at least eight and a half inches, and the way Eric's thick, furred testicles dangled beneath it just added to the overpowering sense of masculinity. As he imagined swallowing that beast, Dean's throat tightened around nothing and his lips began to wet reflexively. This... is what he bred Mom with? He must've wrecked her with that thing. No wonder Damian got lucky in the dick department. I knew he had some of Dad's looks, but oh my God, his cock too?

A new bead of pre-cum welled up at his own slit as Dean moved slightly, forcing his thighs together. Despite the residual terror in his stomach, his cock jerked against it, revealing his eagerness. This wasn't simply a random guy stroking himself. This was his father, with his cock out, standing over them as if he owned them and could use them.

As he gently stroked his hand along his thick length, Eric grinned and watched his youngest son's response with grim delight. His cockhead gleamed in the afternoon sun as his hips made little thrusts into his hold. Then the adult leaned forward a little, covering Dean's splayed body with a shadow. Roughened by desire and something perilously near to ownership, his voice sounded deep and gruff. "Well, Dean? Are you satisfied now? You like seeing what your old man's cock looks like? Bet you didn't think I'd be this big, huh?"

The younger adolescent's throat clicked loudly as he swallowed hard. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, which was suddenly extremely dry. Nervousness didn't stop his cock from quivering against his stomach and spilling another sparkling drop of pre onto his skin. Unable to take his eyes off the big, veined shaft bobbing so near his face, he managed a jerky nod.

Damian's own excitement was rising as Dean's from watching his father's cock, the same one that had made him, fully erect and demanding attention.

Their silence caused Eric's grin to grow, and he reached down to once again grab Dean's chin with his free hand, pushing the boy's head back a little. "Words, Dean. Make use of them. Or should I also teach you that?"

Dean swallowed again, Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "It... it's huge," he answered hoarsely, and it wasn't fear that strangled his voice this time but something far worse: worship. The confession spilled from him like a secret kept too long. "I've... fuck... I've thought about it before. Mostly when I felt your cock when we were playing wrestling, I swear it got bigger."

Eric did remember those pretend wrestling matches vividly, the way Dean would squirm against him, his small hands pressing against Eric's chest as the boy giggled and struggled, unaware of his father's sharp intake of breath when Dean's hip brushed against the swelling in his jeans. Eric had always chalked it up to the heat of the moment, the adrenaline of play, anything but the truth, which was that his youngest son's proximity had stirred something deep and forbidden inside him. He had desperately hoped Dean would not notice, that the boy's innocence would prevent him from recognizing his father's lust.

The realization hit him like a lightning bolt, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through his veins. Dean had considered it. Had craved it. His own son had envisioned Eric's body, pursuing that desire even as Eric tried to suppress it under layers of denial.

"I'd wonder how thick you'd be," Dean continued. "If you'd be as big as Damian. But you're... you're fucking better." He felt his own cock vibrate with need when his father's mint gum scented breath hit him in short bursts, hot and heavy.

Naturally, this caused Damian's stomach to turn in an unexpected way. Hot, acidic envy bubbled up his throat. The brunet jock had been his first and only, the one who had persuaded his baby brother to let out those breathy little groans. Now, though? Damian detested how his own dick throb and hardened up in reaction to Dean's virtually drooling over their father's cock like some desperate slut in a porno. However, he was also unable to ignore Eric's big shaft's primordial appeal. The way it curved slightly to the left, the way the veins protruded like ropes beneath skin that had been warmed by the sun.

Fuck, last month when Eric was sprawled beneath the kitchen sink, groaning as he struggled with obstinate pipes, he even briefly rubbed his own erect cock through his trousers. Damian was only person at home to pass him tools that day, kneeling near enough to smell his father's perspiration and see the dark trail of hair vanishing over Eric's belt buckle as his shirt rode up with every hip thrust. His father's pants had strained over his muscular thighs, making the bulge appear hefty even though it was soft. The recollection was still vivid. That evening, did he engage in any masturbation? He did, of course.

Eric's cock throbbed angrily in his grip as he takes in Dean's confession, swollen with blood and years of pent-up fantasies. Damn, he's just as sick as I am, and he's only 13. My own kid, fantasizing about me, his goddamn father, while I've been losing sleep over jerking off to his grunts while sniffing his sweat towel like some nasty creep. And Damian... fuck, that kid's got my genes written all over him: built like a young stud with my cock, my damn jawline, my everything. God, what did I do to deserve sons this fucking depraved? The carpenter tightened his hold on Dean's chin, forcing the boy to meet his gaze. Made them, that's what. Made them from my own fucked-up seed. I'm their father, in my freaking 40s, and here I am about to ruin them properly. His balls tightened at the thought.

"You'd wonder?" Eric scoffed, though his voice lacked any real bite. His thumb brushed over Dean's lower lip, pressing down just enough to make the boy gasp. "All this time, sneaking peeks at your old man?" His grip on Dean's chin tightened slightly, forcing the boy's mouth to open wider. "You really wanna feel your daddy's cock, boy? You want your daddy's fluids dripping outta you when you walk into school tomorrow?"

Dean nodded, bluntly answering "Yes,"

His father's face loomed closer, close enough that the perverted teen could count the stubble flecks missed by this morning's razor, close enough to taste the spearmint gum on Eric's breath. For one delirious second, Dean thought they'd kiss. His lips parted instinctively.

Instead, however, Eric's teeth scraped his earlobe as the man growled two sentences that rewired the boy's nervous system: "Get back on your brother. Take his cock like the greedy little asspig you are."

Dean moaned, half protest, part submission, but immediately complied, rotating his body to face Damian again. The elder teen's erection had faded slightly from the shock of their father's interruption, remaining half-hard but noticeably twitching when Dean straddled his lap. Their gazes connected, green eyes blazing into identical green, and Damian could see the sheer yearning in his brother's expression, as Dean's lips parted with frantic gasps. Dean then slowly dropped himself onto Damian's cock, sheathing him inch by inch until their hips touched.

Eric stared in awe as his youngest son's tight tiny ass swallowed Damian's big length entirely. The image sucked the oxygen from his lungs; Dean's flawless cheeks split around the incursion, Damian's darker pubic hair standing out against his brother's tanned skin. He felt an unexpected flash of pride at the sheer size of his eldest's cock and how effectively it filled Dean up. Damn, the boy's got good genes. He sure takes after his father. He came forward instinctively, enticed by the smooth sounds of skin on flesh, and placed one big thumb on Dean's ass.

The smaller Dombrowski felt his father's rough thumb circling his entrance, pressing against Damian's cock through the thin barrier of skin inside him. The dual sensation made his breath stutter; Damian's thick length pulsed inside him while Eric's calloused digit teased the rim with possessive pressure. Then, without warning, Eric withdrew his thumb, shiny with Damian's earlier slickness, and replaced it with his index finger. The intrusion was sudden, the stretch sharp as Eric's thicker finger pushed in alongside Damian's shaft, forcing Dean's body to accommodate both. His cry was muffled against Damian's shoulder, nails digging into his brother's biceps as the dual fullness burned, too much and not enough at once.

Eric watched his finger disappear into Dean's tight heat, mesmerized by how the boy's body clenched around both intrusions. His own cock ached, neglected and leaking against his thigh as he worked his finger deeper, twisting it to coax Dean's muscles to relax. "Goddamn, kid," he whispered huskily. "You take your brother like you were made for it."

He then stood up when he took his finger out of the teen's hole, and stepped out of his steel-toed boots. The hefty thud of each boot hitting the grass sounded like a punctuation point, signaling the end of pretense. His fingers reached for his unbuttoned pants and underwear, which were already pooled about his thighs, and pushed them down in one hard move until they tangled at his ankles. He kicked them away impatiently, leaving him bare save for his moist sleeveless shirt, which clung to his wide shoulders. That, too, was pulled off with a single jerk, revealing his hairy torso, the thick trail of black curls extending from his navel down to his swelled cock, the scattered mocha hairs dusting his pecs, and the slight softness of his stomach, which did nothing to conceal the sheer strength in his body.

Eric grabbed his rock-hard monolith of a cock, giving it two slow, deliberate strokes as pre-cum smeared across his knuckles. "Dean, since you clearly fucking live for dick in your ass," he rumbled, the words rough with barely restrained need, "I'm gonna give you exactly what you've been begging for. Brace yourself, boy. Daddy's about to join your brother inside that hole of yours."

"What!?" Damian's eyes went wide as he stared up at his dad. "Dad, no fucking way, his ass is like vice grip already with just me in there. You'll tear him apart with that fucking tree trunk of yours."

"Nonsense," Eric scoffed, his calloused hands already maneuvering Dean's hips with unsettling expertise. "You think this is my first rodeo, Damian? Your old man had stretched tighter holes than this. We just need the right angle." He pushes Dean forward, forcing the younger boy's chest flush against Damian's. "Slow down there, kid. Don't want you passing out before the main event."

Dean's ass was lifted higher as Eric pushed him, the sudden shift making the older brother groan when half his cock slid free from that tight heat.

"Have you shared a hole before, Damian?" Eric asks him.

"Not at the same time," The 18-year-old jock confesses. "But what if it hurts him?"

"Boy, you'd be surprised how much one hole can take," Eric replied. "Two cocks ain't nothing but a warm-up. And if it does hurt him, even a little?" A chuckle rumbled from his chest, and not a kind one. "Good. That's the fucking point. This is still a punishment, remember?"

Damian nearly forgot that this wasn't just another fuck buddy, he and his brother were being punished for what they were doing. This was about reminding them exactly who held the power here. The weight of that realization settled over him like a lead blanket.

But before the dark-brown haired Dombrowski male could argue, Dean squirmed against his chest with impatience. "Dad," the youngster whined, "I can't take the waiting anymore. Stop talking and just... just put it in me already!"

Eric froze mid-adjustment, his grip on Dean's waist slackening slightly and his eyebrows shooting up. The raw need in his youngest son's voice... it was the same tone Dean used when he was eight, begging for the last slice of cherry pie. Except now he was begging for his father's cock. So the elder Dombrowski male got into position, standing behind the boys and lowering his cock into the 13-year-old's hole. He managed to find enough space at the top to tilt down and shove into his ass, pressing up against Damian's stiff length. They were about the same thickness, although Eric had more length than Damian. Eric used a lot of power to push his hole open, causing it to stretch around and crush their cocks together.

Dean gasped, then shouted, "Holy FUCK, dad!"

Eric clapped a hand over the boy's mouth, pressing close enough that Dean could feel his father's heartbeat hammering against his spine. "Quiet down, boy. Not so loud." he warned. His voice was rough but surprisingly gentle, like he was soothing a skittish colt rather than the kid he was about to split open on his cock.

The thick tip of Eric's shaft had barely breached Dean's rim before the boy's shocked shout nearly got them all caught, but Eric didn't pull away. Instead, he dragged his palm down the curve of Dean's back in slow, firm strokes, fingers splaying over his ribs. The touch was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to what was happening below.

As the pressure built, Dean's hole fluttered wildly around the intrusion. His father's cock had forced its way inside alongside Damian's, stretching him impossibly wider than before. His body shuddered in protest, muscles clamping down in reflexive resistance, but Eric didn't relent. He just pushed, a low, pleased hum rumbling in his hairy chest when Dean's rim finally yielded, sucking him in deeper. The stretch burned, a sharp, stinging ache that radiated through his thighs and up his spine, but beneath it, something darker and sweeter coiled in his gut. His cock twitched against his stomach, still hard despite the pain.

Eric hisses and pulls back as Dean's hole spits his cock out. The kid's body clenches around Damian's length, sealing him in tight while Eric's slick shaft catches more air, rejected. A slow grin cracks across Eric's face as he thumbs the fat, swollen head, smearing pre-cum down the underside. "Tight little thing, ain't ya?" he murmurs, not mad, just amused. His calloused palm cups Dean's ass cheek, kneading the flesh like he's testing ripeness before shoving back in without warning. "But you'll take it. You wanna know how it feels to have a cock of an older man, huh, son?"

"Yeees," The baby of the family just answers, unable to say anything else except a piercing groan as he slips in more length.

His pedophile father carefully reinserted his huge rod, and it was a weird sensation. By the time he felt any discomfort from the dick being that far in his ass, it had already moved away from that location and deeper. The new depths were not an issue; it was the tight ring of muscles around his entrance that choked both his dad and big brother's dicks.

"Fuck dad, he's so much tighter now," Damian complained, tossing his head back. Damn, this was tough. He could feel every piece of Eric's cock grinding against the bottom of his as he pushed it in.

Eric chuckled and pulls Damian close by the neck before whispering in his ear, "I know it's tight, but you're a strong man too. You're a Dombrowski, strong enough to take what your old man gives. I've seen you take worse." His breath was warm, almost comforting against Damian's cheek. "Remember when you dislocated your shoulder in ninth grade and popped it back in yourself? If you can handle that, you can handle this." He gave a rough pat to his eldest son's back with half encouragement and half dominance, then shifted his hips forward again, forcing Dean's body to accommodate them both.

Fuck, this feels so good. He thought with a hoarse grunt. The sensation of Damian's cock pulsating against his own was explosive, a forbidden joy that sent new fire coursing through Eric's stomach. Every quiver and instinctive throb from his adolescent kid registered against Eric's shaft like a silent conversation, raw, unadulterated need relayed through slippery, straining flesh. An act so deplorably wrong shouldn't have felt this nice, or right, to be buried within his youngest and shoved flush against his eldest, but the tight, tightening heat encircling them both was obvious.

Damian's husky breaths and moans that would make a perfect ASMR for any gay or bisexual boy's wet dreams resonated through the humid summer air as he felt his father's thick cock sliding against his own inside their shared hole. "Whoooaa... shit, Dad... uaahh," he managed to blurt between panting breaths, his voice cracking slightly as Eric's monstrous shaft pulsed hotly beside his own. The sensation was filthy, unreal, like two swords sheathed in the same scabbard, metal singing against metal. Damian's cock throbbed in response, pre-cum mixing with his father's as their lengths rubbed together in the tight confines of Dean's ass.

Eric halted abruptly, his cock buried only halfway inside Dean's stretched hole. "Alright, enough warming up," the carpenter grunted, sweat beading along his brow. "Start moving, boy. No sense making him wait when he's begging for it."

Dean was panting like a puppy with his tongue lolling out, his fingers clawing at the shoulder blades of the older sibling below him while their dad finally started moving. The slow drag of Eric's cock pulling out was bliss, like releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Then came the push back in, thick and relentless, forcing Dean's rim to stretch anew with every thrust. Damian matched the rhythm imperfectly, his own hips rolling upward just as Eric withdrew, so their cocks slid against each other inside Dean's molten heat, slick, shifting friction that made all three of them groan.

Different parts of Dean lighted up like fireworks, his father's cockhead coming perilously close to that fragile bundle of nerves that made his legs quiver, and Damian's unrelenting thrusts brushed steadily against his prostate in shorter, sharper strokes. When Eric hit bottom, his balls smacked wetly against Dean's taint, irritating his delicate skin.

The elder man's breath was rough in Dean's ear, smelling slightly of mint gum as he hissed, "Do you feel that, boy? That's how a real man's cock feels." His hips surged forward, emphasizing his point, and Dean's vision whited out for a moment, his cry muffled against Damian's collarbone.

Dean was growing silent now, but not fully silent, just quieter, lost somewhere between moaning and grunting. His ass felt stretched beyond anything he'd imagined, full to the point of impossibility, like trying to cram a third fist into an already packed glove. When Eric finally bottomed out inside him, Dean let out a sharp cry, something between pain and euphoria. The sensation was overwhelming, his father's cock pushing into places Damian had never reached, spreading him wider, deeper, like Eric was carving out space inside him that hadn't existed before.

And god... the pressure.

The boy with spiked black hair swore he could feel the thick outline of Eric's cock pressing against the underside of his ribs, like if he looked down, he'd see the imprint bulging through his skin.

Damian laughed breathlessly beneath him, hips pistoning faster now that their father had set the rhythm. "Fuck, Dad, look at him," he panted, clutching Dean's bouncing thighs. "Baby brother's loving this, huh? Taking both of us like a fucking champ." His thrusts grew erratic, chasing the slick heat clamped around him, the way Dean's hole fluttered desperately whenever their cocks dragged against each other inside that tight channel.

The 43-year-old boy lover's thrusts turned brutal, slamming into Dean with the force of a jackhammer. "He sure is," Eric purred with lust, sounding more like a predator praising prey than a father addressing his child. "It's exactly how greedy little boys this nasty are made for, Damian. Built to take cock, any cock, like they were fucking born for it. To please a man, any man, who wants a hole to fuck."

Those words were a near-perfect echo of something Eric had heard years ago in a dingy motel room outside Flagstaff, the scratchy sheets reeking of cigarette smoke as another NAMBLA member, a bald-headed trucker named Vance, Eric thinks he remembered, pounded into a trembling eleven-year-old boy from behind. "It's exactly how greedy little boys this nasty are made for," Vance had growled before firing his spit at the boy's asshole for lubrication, and the memory made Eric shudder with perverse nostalgia. "Built to take cock, any cock, like they were fucking born for it. To please a man, any man, who wants a hole to fuck." It was Eric's first lesson on how to take a boy, sitting on the plastic motel chair watching, his own erection hardening uncomfortably in his jeans as Vance demonstrated the proper way to pin a kid's wrists during the initial penetration. He'll never forget that night. Now, two decades later, that same predatory satisfaction surged through him with his own son's ass eating up both his and Damian's cocks, hotter and sharper than before.

"Oooowwooaahh... uuuaaahh..." Damian's groan was ragged, his hips stuttering against Dean's as Eric picked up the pace, their thrusts falling into a brutal rhythm. "F-Fuck, Dad," he panted, "Go harder with me, I wanna hear him scream. C'mon, make our little bitch sing."

Eric chuckled in response. "That's my boy," he rasped, sweat dripping from his stubble as he pistoned forward, slamming their cocks deeper in tandem.

While things were going well, the father decided it was time to show his boys what true fucking felt like. His hands tightened around Dean's narrow hips, the free ends of his harsh masculine nails carving crescent moons into the flesh as he trapped the struggling youngster in place. His thrusts shifted from measured strokes to wild jabs, barely pulling out before slamming back in with piston-like accuracy. Only the thickest inch of his cock emerged from Dean's damaged hole before being ruthlessly re-sheathed, the unrelenting tempo rubbing Damian's confined length violently against Eric's with each snap forward. The friction was exhilarating; Damian's cock jerked violently inside their shared space, the constant pleasure almost driving him over the edge into orgasm.

"Holy shit, Dad... Didn't know you had this kinda speed in you." The dark-brown haired jock spoke with half-admiration and half-challenge. He locked eyes with his father over Dean's shuddering back, green meeting green in a silent dare. "But don't think you're the only man here who can wreck this hole."

Dean meanwhile feels like he's being ripped open, split wider than he ever imagined possible. Each brutal thrust from two big-dicked dudes stretches him impossibly further, their competing rhythms turning his ass into a warzone of conflicting sensations. The pain flares bright and hot with every fresh penetration, his rim stinging from the relentless abuse, but beneath it turns an undercurrent of dark pleasure. His cock leaks steadily against Damian's stomach, untouched yet achingly hard, proof of how much his body loves being used like this.

Despite the exertion, Eric's respiration is strangely controlled, with each measured inhalation and exhale exactly timed between thrusts. His hips moved like a well-oiled machine, never failing or losing rhythm, even as perspiration trickled down his temples. When he speaks, his voice is harsh yet steady, with sentences coming out between well placed thrusts. "Don't get... cocky... boy," he growls at the teen. "This... is nothing... compared to what... I'll do... to you next."

Hearing his father mentioning Damian would be next sent had lit up Dean's entire nervous system like a Christmas tree. As far as he knew, Damian's ass had never been touched. He was a total anal virgin - not even playing with it himself or letting Neil's cock near it. He managed to pry details out of his big brother months earlier about Neil sucking him off and having the Sanderson boy ride his dick in his bedroom next to his when he can hear their sexy moans, that's it. The realization made Dean squirm between them now, his abused hole clenching around their cocks in greedy pulses. He wanted to see that jock's tough-guy smug expression twist into something desperate, wanted to watch him bite his lip the way Dean always did when being ass fucked.

This immediately silenced the oldest Dombrowski brother. That made him a little afraid. Eric was enormous! His dick is one and a half inches larger than his own. How was he going to handle that? However, he couldn't possibly be serious, could he? He's only gonna be fucking Dean and be done. He wouldn't really harm him after that. He even claimed to have witnessed Dean's love of getting fucked, so why is he acting in this way? He dismissed the thought and savored the present, lowering the intensity of his thrusts. Slowly out, but quickly and forcefully back in, hitting Dean hard.

Damian's thrusts grew erratic, his hips stuttering against Dean's tannish gold skin slick with sweat as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. "Fuck, Dad... I think I'm gonna bust," he gasped, voice pitching high with desperation. "Hahh... fuhhhaahh... can't, can't hold it in anymore..."

When it was just him and his little bro, Damian never gave warning before unloading inside him, no dramatic "I'm gonna cum" declarations, just ragged breaths and erratic thrusts that signaled his climax was near. But now, with their father's thick cock grinding against his own inside Dean's ass, Damian couldn't help but growl it out, voice rough and wrecked: "Fuck... Oh god... I-I'm close! I'm so FUCKING CLOSE!"

Eric grinned as he saw the way his throat worked over choked-off groans and heard the desperation in his eldest's voice. His hips never slowed their vicious speed as he rasped, "Yeah? Go on, boy. Make me feel it." His voice became coarser and deeper. "Cum inside your little brother. Give him a good, deep filling so that your dad's cock can feel it too."

At this point, Eric himself could also opt for a fantastic nut. It wasn't at all a horrible concept. Since he already had a feeling of Dean's emotions, he did want to proceed and feel Damian's ass. While the black-dyed haired lad was pleasant and petite, the tall brunet one had that pillowy deliciousness ass and cheeks, which would make a great cushion if his hips crashed into them. Being so thick with that perky ass, he was destined to take some dicks in his ass.

After one more vicious thrust, Damian's hips faltered and his body froze rigid under Dean. White-hot bolts of electricity snapped from his cockhead down to the soles of his feet, causing his back to arch like a pulled bowstring as the mild, pleasant buzzing through his dick intensified to powerful, lightning-like sensations. His cock pulsed violently against his father's monstrous rod as he unleashed his load deep inside Dean's ass, causing his jaw to unhinge, breath to hitch twice, and a fractured gasp before his orgasm tore through him violently.

As he held himself high off the lawn chair and held back his moans, Damian kept his grip on his 13-year-old brother's hips, causing his thighs to tremble. He refused to pull out, keeping his dick buried to the hilt, as if he was afraid that even a millimeter of separation would destroy the intense, mind-blowing moment. Only the slick, filthy sound of his own release blended with the moist slide of Eric's cock still pistoning within Dean underneath him as his eyesight became blurry at the edges, the backyard's vegetation distorting into a watercolor haze.

The moment Eric Dombrowski had fantasized about his entire life was finally coming true. If he could go back ten years and tell his 33-year-old self that he'd end up spit-roasting Dean with Damian, he would have laughed himself into hysterics before collapsing into madness. Yet here he was, his cock buried to the hilt alongside his eldest son's, both of them sheathed in the same molten heat of Dean's ass. Words can't describe how heavenly this felt to him.

Eric didn't let Damian's climax slow him down. Knowing that his twink son was emptying deep inside Dean while he was still thrusting made his own cock pulse with eagerness, if anything. As he pushed in and out, he could feel Damian's creamy flow of cum coating his length; the warm, viscous mess made every glide more crude, hotter, and smoother. Desperate to fill Dean before Damian pulled out and wrecked that flawless, tight friction, the elder man moaned low in his throat, his rhythm becoming jagged as he pursued his own fulfillment.

"Stay... deep... boy," Eric growled at Damian, his fingers tightening over his eldest's shoulders, ensuring he wouldn't pull free too soon. The carpenter wasn't done yet, he wanted to feel that seed sloshing inside Dean's stretched hole as he pumped his own load in right after. Beneath them, Dean trembled and gasped as he heard their father's order, another round was on the way. In anticipation of Eric's impending discharge, his hole automatically contracted around Damian's still-hard cock, milking him for every last drop.

When his orgasm ended, the 18-year-old high school athlete had anticipated that his body would fall into fatigue, his limbs growing slack as the adrenaline wore out. Post-ejaculation for Damian generally proceeded like this: a shuddering release followed by a gradual return to reality, with his cock softening in Dean's warmth as his younger brother writhed under him. However, this wasn't typical. This was a very other matter. Even when his sperm painted the younger boy's insides with thick pulses of it blending with the smooth pull of Eric's unrelenting thrusts, Damian's hips remained locked against Dean's ass, his cock incredibly hard. His release made everything hotter, wetter, and more dirty, and the heat was intolerable. As if unwilling to give in to the aftershocks, Damian could feel Dean's body clenching around him every time his father crashed forward. He could also feel his own oversensitive cock spasm in protest before rushing back to full hardness.

Eric was close, so damn close. His forehead gleamed with sweat, his stubble catching droplets as they rolled down his jaw. His mouth hung open slightly, exposing his bottom row of teeth, white and slightly crooked from a teenage fistfight, as he exhaled in rough, measured bursts. Each hot puff of mint-laced breath hit Damian's face, stirring something primal in the younger man's gut. Damian inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring at the scent of his father's arousal mixed with the gum he'd been chewing earlier. It shouldn't have been intoxicating, but it was. Damian found himself panting in sync with Eric's rhythm, his own body reacting instinctively as if desperate to please him.

Then, in response to Damian's too sensitive length, Eric's cock aggressively spasmed within Dean, quivering like a live wire. As his hips eased from jackhammer thrusts to deep, rolling rocks that pulled Dean forward into Damian with each move, the elder man let out a long, satisfied breath through his nostrils that sounded almost reverent. Compared to Damian, Eric's sperm was thinner, hotter, and slicker, but it was still just as powerful. In a way that made his stomach turn, Damian could feel it filling Dean's already-stuffed hole and combining with his own release. The feeling was wonderful, disgusting, and dirty. Damian's cock was covered in a new blanket of warmth as Eric's sperm surged out in thick, wet spurts, causing his own used muscles to automatically tense.

Dean couldn't tell the difference between Eric's and Damian's sperm inside of him; it was simply more hot wetness filling his stomach, another evidence of how completely he'd been used. Even after emptying himself, the mocha-haired man delivered a few last, vicious thrusts, causing the rebellious youngster to cry with each snap of his hips as overly sensitive nerves flared up like fireworks. With a vulgarly wet sound, Eric's cock exited his black-haired 13-year-old's gaping hole as he finally drew out, breaking back against Dean's quivering thighs with strands of come clinging to his shaft. Following closely behind, Damian's own weakening dick slipped free with a smooth pop that made the three of them quiver.

Eric's hands shifted, grabbing Dean's sweat-damp hips and dragging him off the lawn chair to kneel next to it on the grass. For a few seconds, the boy's hole was unable to support the massive volume of cum crammed within him, and his legs shook violently as he dropped to his knees. However, it shattered with a single weak pulse, causing a thick white line to slip out in a slow rope and a steady trail to ooze down his thighs. Each shot of cum left a dark stain on the dry soil as it trickled down his crack in sticky rivulets, following the curvature of his testicles before trickling into the grass underneath him.

"I can feel the air..." Dean spoke to both men with a voice so dazed and breathless, a little slurred at the edges like he'd been drugged. Damian blinked, confused, before Dean clarified with a shaky laugh, "On my hole. It's... oh my god."

With a mixture of interest and dread, his fingers hesitantly stretched back to explore the damaged rim. The muscle was loose and extended past its normal bounds, and his fingertips came into contact with moist, puffy skin that would not shut correctly. His breath caught as he probed and a slow, sticky trickle of cum leaked out. "It's gaping," he said in astonishment, gently expanding his fingers to show how big it was. "Like, Damian, much larger than simply you. It seems like my fist could fit inside."

With a deep, shameless laugh, Eric picks up his abandoned white shirt and uses its edge to wipe his cock clean before tossing it aside. He glanced across at Damian, sprawled out on the lawn chair like a sun-kissed lizard, limbs slack and languid, skin shimmering with perspiration. "Comfortable?" Eric inquired, his tone harsh with laughter.

Damian only hummed in response, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling steadily.

With a sly smile, Eric circled the lawn chair like a predator assessing its next meal. He moved to the side of it near Damian's head, stroking his wet hair at his temple with his fingers before jerking the chair around. He tilted the backrest almost flat, allowing just enough angle to keep Damian's hips slightly raised, and the wooden legs grated on the patio stones. When Eric's rough palm touched Damian's forehead and pushed his head back into the wood's slats, his breath caught.

Eric said, "There," as he traced Damian's jaw's sharp line with his thumb. "Perfect."

Naturally, as his father hooked his hands behind his knees and stretched his legs wide without any opposition, Damian's creamy white ass rolled up and was visible. His cheeks naturally stretched out enough to reveal that small pink ring, and he was exposed with his legs raised in this manner. You could see that Damian had worked up a little sweat, especially on his ass, where the tight skin gleamed in the desert heat and little beads clung to the crease where his thighs and cheeks met.

Damian's naked ass rubbed against the worn wood of the lawn chair as his muscles clenched under Eric's forceful hold, his lush green eyes wide with fright. His voice broke as Eric's calloused thumbs sank into the delicate flesh of his inner thighs, fingers fumbling for grip on the chair's armrests.

"D-Dad, wait," he said. "I've never... I'm a virgin back there! It's too much, you'll break me!" His hips bucked helplessly as Eric's fingertips stroked the delicate crease where cheek and thigh met, and the admission exploded out of him like a dam cracking. Damian's look was one of utter desperation, but his cock jerked pitifully against his stomach, still slippery with Dean's perspiration and his own drying sperm.

Damian's virgin ass, taut, rosy, and completely unblemished, was the center of Dean's attention as he raced to his knees, his own ravaged hole still dripping with their combined cum.

"Oh yeah, what about Dean? Bet you were the one that took his virginity, right?" Eric questioned him.

"Yeah, but that's because he wanted it," Damian quickly tells him.

Eric just smirks, "Nothing to worry about, boy. If Dean can do it, hell, take two at once, then you'll be just fine. Besides... heh... maybe taking that tight little cherry will teach you a lesson."

At his father's words, Damian's pupils widen, and his body responds before his mind can comprehend the danger. His muscles freeze in place, and he starts to perspire again. He is aware that this is punishment, not negotiation.

Dean snorted, still on his knees but already recovered enough to be an insufferable little shit. "Damn, Damy," he teased, reaching out to flick his older brother's twitching thigh. "Eighteen years old and still scared of dick? What a frickin' baby."

The taunt landed like a slap to Damian. That bratty little mouth always ran faster than his brain, always pushing until someone made him shut it. And right now, with their father's thumbs pressing cruel indents into Damian's pale inner thighs, Dean's smirk was gasoline on a bonfire.

Damian rolled his head toward Dean, sweat-darkened strands sticking to his forehead as he hissed through clenched teeth, "You little shit, you know he's fucking MASSIVE! When's the last time you took anything bigger than my dick?"

"Uh... since today, dumbass," The youngest sibling shot back, rubbing his still-gaping hole with theatrical exaggeration. His fingers circled the stretched rim, pulling it wider just to watch Damian's horrified fascination. "Dad's dick was right there beside yours, jacking off my insides like a fucking double-stuffed Twinkie." He grinned, letting go so the abused muscle gave a weak, wet flutter before squeezing tight again. "And guess what? I didn't even cry. Guess I'm tougher than you after all."

Damian's mouth opened, ready to spit fire, but Eric cut him off. "Alright, enough. And Dean, get over here." He tilted Damian's head back further. "Since your brother's so worried about size, why don't you give him something to focus on?" The carpenter jerked his chin toward Damian's parted lips. "Use that smartass mouth of his however you want. Keep him busy while I work him open."

"What!? Hell no!" Damian protested. "I'm not sucking his nasty little dick,"

"Damy, it's only fair," Dean purred, feeling powerful as the afternoon sun haloed his wild black spikes. "You shove yours down my throat every time we have sex. You even called me your 'personal fleshlight'. Remember?" He grabs his 4.7-inch uncut boyhood just to give it a few strokes. "Guess the tables have turned, huh? You're gonna be my little cocksleeve. Now open up, big bro. Or do I have to ask Dad to make you?"

"That's right, boy," Eric adds. "Now shut up and open your mouth, or I'll have Dean bury that smart little prick of his right next to mine in your ass. I'm sure your virgin hole would just love stretching around both of us at once."

The threat makes Damian's pupils shrink, his jaw tightening instinctively against the idea of being speared open by two cocks. There's no way out for him, so he has no choice but to obey. "Fine," The older teen grits out. "I'll do it, I'll suck his cock."

"Now that's a good little slut," Dean teased as he eventually staggered forward on wobbly legs, his lower body still shaking from the vicious fucking he had just received. Where his fingers played with the foreskin, rolling it back to reveal the slippery head before letting it slide closed again in a playful cadence, the boy's cock was already half-hard once again. His younger brother loomed over Damian from behind, who looked back with furrowed eyebrows.

"I hate you, you little bastard," Damian spat through clenched teeth, the words muffled, his eyes burning with humiliation as they flickered between Dean's smug face and the cock bobbing so close to his lips.

The little rascal just grinned. "Yeah, yeah," he drawled, rolling his eyes like Damian's defiance was nothing more than an adorable nuisance. His other hand guided his cock, the flushed tip dragging along the seam of Damian's tightly pressed lips, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum in its wake. "Tell me how much you hate it while you choke on me. That'll be reeeeal convincing."

Dean's fingers gripped the base of his shaft, shaking it deliberately until the plump head slapped against Damian's lips, once, twice, a third time, each impact leaving his older brother's mouth stinging. Damian flinched but refused to open up, teeth clenched so tight his jaw ached. Dean tutted, pressing the slick underside of his cock against Damian's chin, dragging it upwards in a slow, taunting stroke. "Open up, Damy. You and Dad made me so hard again. Look how fucking wet you got me."

The 18-year-old jock finally gave in with a defeated moan, opening his mouth just enough for Dean to take advantage of the situation. Let's just get this shit over with.

Without hesitation, the 13-year-old jerked his hips forward, giving Damian a vicious push that sent his slippery cock beyond his teeth. The older brother gagged immediately, throat muscles clamping down in reflexive protest as Dean's foreskin rolled back against his tongue, flooding his mouth with the musky taste of pre-cum and sweat. Dean's fingers tangled in Damian's hair, yanking his head further down the chair's backrest as he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

He cooed, "There we go," in a voice that was brimming with phony affection. "Just like you make me do, right? No hands, just take it."

"Yeah, you're gonna choke on it, big bro," Dean taunted, full on high. He strikes the back of his throat, and once more, which brought light tears to the corners of Damian's eyes. "You've sucked off Neil's cock, but never mine. That's fucked up. So suck it properly like you mean it, I'm giving you the full length... whether you like it or not."

Damian shut his eyes and concentrated on letting Dean down his throat as he attempted to get used to him. Sweat stuck to the skin of the smaller kid, and the smell of testosterone made his nose wrinkle. The cap fell off Damian's head as Dean shoved his thighs against his forehead as he pressed more into his lips. Forgotten, it fell to the ground, revealing its owner's damp dark-brown fringe on full display, the strands sticking to his reddish forehead like chocolate dripping. Seeing his elder brother's normally arrogant visage reduced to this: lips sinfully wrapped over his cock, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks in strained concentration, did not bother Dean; in fact, it was better this way.

Eric enjoyed the diversion Dean was offering, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself when he heard more of their arguing before it. They were both filthy whores, goddamn, but their little playfighting made it obvious they were brothers. The carpenter's cock was completely covered with his and Damian's fluids, along with any moisture from Dean's ass when he first joined. He was prepared to give it to Damian without a finger, nor any preparation. He gave Damian the order, "Hold your legs right there for me," He saw his son's self-control. Spread out on the chair, they're waiting for that lengthy, juicy cock.

The eldest of the Dombrowski male trio saw no need to hesitate or take any longer. He pressed the tip up to Damian's hole, made sure it was lined up, and forced it into him. There was no doubt in the patriarch's mind that Damian was lying about being a virgin. He felt just like it, and with only the tip stretching him out, he could hear his muffled yelp on Dean's cock. "You deserve this, Damian. Fucking your brother, your own underage brother at 18," Eric hissed, driving the tip in deeper. "And now look at you: whimpering around your baby brother's dick while I split you open like a goddamn peach. You're gonna see how it feels for yourself when a big cock is rammed up your ass."

Exactly what Damian feared: just like he frequently did to Dean, his father would force his 8.5-inch monolith all the way in.

Dean was savoring his big brother's mouth in the meanwhile. "Don't get sloppy, seal those lips around my cock and suck it like you mean it," Dean says to him. As he watched Eric penetrate him, he stopped going so far down the 12th grader's throat. Damian was having trouble with it, and he knew it. For some reason, the agony was lessened by concentrating on it and securely locking his lips over Dean's shaft. It wasn't as bad as it seems.

Eric continued to tighten his cock. A little out, then a quarter of an inch in each time. Proceeding along the length. "Wow, this hole is just swallowing up my cock," he noted aloud. He then made fun of him by saying, "Your ass must really like it, huh Damian?" Eric had seen previously that Damian was quite arrogant. He was enjoying himself by playing with his eldest, who he had not brought up to be so jerkish. From that little tunnel, Eric moaned as he gripped his cock and somewhat resisted his length.

He was gradually moving it in, and Damian was moaning around Dean's stiff penis as a result. The caramel-skinned brat began to exert stronger thrusts as he moved deeper within, giving Damian less time to react.

Eric drew his entire cock out to view his 18-year-old son's attractive no-longer-virgin hole once he had reached a little past halfway. It was amazing how it could miraculously fit his enormous dick within, and my goodness, it looked so little. After pushing it back in, he repeatedly pulled it out completely. Damian felt a great sense of comfort from this, feeling it exited his hole before reentering it. It was easier than taking more of the length, and it felt fantastic. The elder Dombrowski was aware of this and didn't want to severely hurt his inexperienced ass. He wanted to join him in enjoying it.

After his cock was planted halfway up Damian's ass once more, Eric leaned forward and put his large hands up on the chair's sides by his chest. Now he was thrusting his cock deeper, pounding back into him. He desired to just absorb the remainder of it gradually. Even though Damian thought he had the whole thing in him already, Eric persisted, and sure enough, inches and inches of cock were getting into his new hole. The tip pushed further and deeper into his tunnel of twinks. The fact that his old man managed to fit it in this way astounded Damian.

Around the same time Eric was starting to get the last few bits of his cock inside, Dean landed base with his past Damian's pretty lips. His pretty throat was good for more than just barking orders, and Dean wanted to savour it while it lasted. With the position he was in, the young swimmer's balls landed on Damian's nose and above his top lip. They felt funny, but they were also pretty soft and the warmth was satisfying.

"You like his cock, don't you?" Dean questioned, knowing the senior athlete couldn't answer with a dick down his throat. "Yeah, that's what I thought, dirty slut."

Damian just moaned in response, a deep rumble from within, vibrating Dean's cock, causing the youngster to moan in return. Dean let his hand go down further on the young man, rubbing his upper chest, collecting a bit of sweat, and going over his nipples. His older brother had such a nice hot chest, and Dean was pleased to finally explore it like this. He keeps thrusting into his mouth gently, hitting his throat. He was going to really enjoy this and remember it for a long, looong time.

Damian was deepthroating it rather successfully. Most likely because he didn't pull out too much and kept it stuck there, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about getting it down there again. He did, however, wind up sliding it back out further and more because he wanted to feel his lips up higher on his dick once more, up there at the tip. As for his ass, the teenager was not expecting to feel it tighten, but he forgot about it when he felt Eric's sac make contact with his exposed flesh. As a result, Eric remained motionless for a brief instant, believing Damian needed a little more time to become used to his surroundings before continuing. Having Damian's hole to himself was much more satisfying than sharing Dean's. His real cherry was the icing on the cake. It was a pleasure to pop it for him. Despite giving him all he had, Damian's hole appeared to hold on to his cock quite well and draw it in as if he wanted more and more dick.

Dean observed as his father fucked his brother and how his body reacted to it. Aside from that, he thought their current situation to be very appealing. Damian raised his legs in the air, showing his ass to their father. It was strange, but he enjoyed how Damian still had his white socks on, as well as his black sneakers, despite the fact that he had just removed his shorts over them.

Eric enjoyed ramming down into Damian's lovely ass like this. Everything he said was correct. The way his flesh jiggled when he hit it hard. This was a delicious ass that deserved a hard thumping from a real man. He was pleased he had orgasmed earlier with Damian rather than fucking longer, because it gave him more stamina to work on the young man's ass for a longer period of time. Simply loving this narrow tunnel to the fullest. He pounded away quickly, eager to wager that Damian would not say anything about how good he can fuck after having his hole plowed like this. He'd be lucky if the chair they were on didn't give out and collapse onto the green ground beneath them.

Some of Damian's muscles appeared to twist and stiffen as Eric slipped into him, but as he drew out, they relaxed again. It was a little element that he hadn't seen in a while, but he was relieved to see it now; it made the fucking so much better. Damian could feel his bowels being rearranged, and his body exhibited some of the symptoms. His abs tightened significantly with each thrust, the wiry muscles visible beneath sweaty skin as Eric's cock carved a path deep into him. Damian's hole clenched around Eric's shaft involuntarily, his body deceiving him by greedily taking his father deeper with each pull back.

Dean was panting above him, his adolescent moans streaming freely, high-pitched and uninhibited, just the way their pedophile father liked to hear. His hips stuttered as he hovered over Damian's heated face. "Ya ready to swallow my cum, Damy?" he teased, his hand grabbing the tufts of his brother's hair. "Fuck... I'm gonna pop in your slutty mouth at any second,"

The elder sibling's eyes flickered open, green irises just visible beneath damp lashes, but his view was severely limited by Dean's tanned torso looming above him. All he could really see was the smooth curve of his little brother's ass flexing with each shallow thrust. Damian had never tasted Dean's cum before, had never wanted to, but now, with his cock pulsing against his tongue, he realized he was going to learn whether he liked it or not.

Damian narrowed his eyes slightly, and Eric focused his concentration on Dean as he began to deliver considerably longer and steadier thrusts into Damian's ass. Dean pulled his dick out most of the way, leaving only the tip within the mouth. He used one of his hands to jerk off the remaining saliva-soaked cock. This resulted in several moist noises directly next to Damian's head, allowing him to hear everything. His tongue sensed the tip pulse and knew it was there.

"Yeah, that's right, baby boy," Eric growled, his hips snapping forward harder, driving his cock deeper into Damian's clenching hole. "Fucking ruin his mouth. Paint his throat with your cum like the dirty little whore he is." He spat a wad of saliva onto the stretched rim of Damian's ass, watching it slither before being swallowed up by the next brutal thrust.

Dean's orgasm was tearing through him. "Oooohh... UUUOOOHHH... SHIT—" The first hot spurt entered Damian's throat, thick and sudden, causing him to vomit as the bitter flavor swamped his tongue. His teenage seed was harsher than Neil's, acidic like unripe fruit and salty below. Dean jerked himself off with harsh, clumsy strokes, hips quivering as another rope flew past Damian's lips, leaving sticky white streaks on his chin.

Damian recoiled instantly, he could spit this out. He should spit this out. The taste was rancid, clinging to his tongue like spoiled milk. But Dean's thumb dug into the hinge of his jaw, forcing his mouth shut as ropes of cum painted his palate. "Oh, what's wrong? Couldn't handle it?" he taunted while panting from the aftershocks of his climax, smirking down at his older brother's disheveled state. "Well too bad, slut. Swallow it all down, or I'll shove my cock right back down your throat and pump another load where you can't fucking spit it."

Eric stared in awe as Dean's order lingered in the muggy air, his thrusts stopping mid-pump. The youngster was demanding rather than merely taking. His hips rocking forward to smear leftover cum on Damian's cheek like a mark, that smug little sneer. Eric felt pride rise in his chest, thick and syrupy, hotter than the coiling pleasure in his stomach. His youngest was ferocious, not simply a passive hole to screw. He usually finds grown men dominating young boys to be hot, but with the roles switched, even if only verbally, it ignited something else entirely. He grinned, "You heard him... show your brother some respect."

Argh, fuck you, you rotten little dogshit! And fuck you for getting Dad on your side! Damian thought as he swallowed the boy nectar deep, his throat convulsing around the bitterness. He wanted to cough, to clear the rancid taste clinging to his uvula, but the moment he parted his lips for a gasping breath, Dean slid the flushed tip of his cock back between them. Hey, what the fu—

Dean pushes beyond Damian's lips once again, telling him, "My cock is still leaking," even though the elder brother makes a feeble tilt of his head. "Clean it off with your tongue like you do for Neil, and make sure you got it all." A harsher, more authoritative voice that didn't belong to a 13-year-old alternated with frantic excitement. His cock's tip smeared any remaining bitterness along Damian's sensitive muscle as it slid wetly across his tongue. In the manner Dean knew he had done for others, Damian licked at the softening skin with slow, purposeful swipes while gagging.

With a feeble grunt, Damian's voice was shattered by Dean's cock torture. His exhalations came out in irregular spurts, hot, husky gasps that his little brother found curiously sexual when he finally withdrew, leaving him panting for air. Like the high-pitched whines Damian was trying so hard to stifle, the sound was harsh but tinted with something almost delicate, light and airy.

Eric's body tingled with anticipation, his bottom lip twisted to the side, exposing his bottom teeth as his breathing quickened. His cock throbbed inside Damian, ready to fire his semen again, his thrusts growing erratic. "OOooaaahhh... You wanna feel your... hahh... daddy's cum dump in that tight ass?" He questioned with lust, not waiting for an answer. Damian shuddered beneath him, his hole clenching rhythmically around Eric's shaft, whether from discomfort or instinctive greed, neither of them could tell. "Then beg for it, slut. I want to hear you say you want it."

Damian's voice came out wrecked, lower than usual, rough with humiliation. "F-fill me," he managed, the words sticky with leftover cum and spit. "Please... I want... I want your cum..."

"Louder!" the carpenter snarled, dragging his rod nearly all the way out before slamming back in with a wet slap of flesh. "Tell me exactly what you want, boy. Use your fucking words."

Beneath him, Damian arched, his hole scorching as thick as Eric's, his throat sore from Dean's brutal treatment. He let out the frantic, unbidden plea, "P-PLEASE DADDY!" as it reverberated around the garden. "Daddy, fucking fill me... aahhh, aaaahhh! Shoot your filthy cum in me, PLEASE!"

The appeal caused Eric's pupils to dilate so much that his composure broke. The next thing Damian knew, Eric was getting up from the lawn chair with a savage roar, and powerful carpenter's hands were grabbing his thighs and effortlessly pulling him up. Damian gasped as his arms automatically locked around his father's neck, his legs automatically encircling Eric's waist, and his sticky chest pressed flat against Eric's sweat-drenched skin.

Even though they were committing defilement, the sudden change caused Dean to stagger back, staring with green eyes darkened by jealously and parted lips as his father held Damian like a priceless object. He gets to be held in dad's arms? No fair!

"Haaaahhh... then get ready, son... Aaahhhh... H-HERE IT COMES!" The father's bellow was gravelly with exertion as a series of hot semen erupted, this time deep into his eldest son's clenching hole. The teenager whimpered as scorching wetness flooded his insides, Eric's hips pistoning erratically to drive every last spurt deeper, his balls twitching against Damian's abused ass with each jet. "Fuck... FUCK! Taking my seed so GOOD... Gonna pump you full, boy... Gonna breed you DEEP!" The man's husky grunts crescendoed into guttural yells, his cock still hammering relentlessly even as ropes of cum painted Damian's walls.

The teen's cock throbbed violently against his father's heaving stomach as Eric's hot, heavy breaths fanned over Damian's reddened face, exertion and mint gum thick in the air. Damian's leaking tip left slimy tracks over Eric's muscular abs as he rutted forward in desperate tiny jerks without thinking. "D-Daddy... can't... haahhh... gonna... Ahhh-AAAAAHHHH!" As his climax tore through him in scorching stripes between their squeezed bodies, Damian bucked forcefully. The friction was too great. Damian's cock splattered across his father's heaving stomach, as his hole squirmed violently around Eric's still-twitching cock, sucking every last drop from him.

Eric grinned, admiring the crude mess between them: his own cum leaking from his son's gaping hole, mixing with Damian's release smeared across his abdomen. "That's my boy," he rasped, voice rough with satisfaction. "Taking Daddy's load like a champ, painting me up just right." He gave Damian's ass an approving squeeze, feeling the sticky warmth seep between his fingers from where their bodies were still joined.

Dean's grin was huge. "Ohhhh, Damy," he crooned. "Who knew you'd go from 'fuck off, runt' to 'breed me, Daddy' in, like, five seconds flat?" His bare feet scuffed the grass as he danced around them, gleeful as a hyena circling wounded prey.

The older teen's neck burned hotter than Arizona asphalt... because holy shit, he had just begged like that, hadn't he? Worse? He'd meant it. The humiliation congealed in his gut, thick as Eric's cum dripping down his thighs. "S-Shut it, you little runt! You're lucky I didn't bite your dick off."

"Aw, c'mon," Dean wheedled, poking Damian's ass cheek. "Bet you'll say it again if Dad fingers your gummy lil' hole right now. 'Please Daddy, wreck me—'"

"Alright, Dean," With a sloppy squish, Eric eventually pulled Damian's cock off, laughing, "That's enough." The older man, with his lax limbs and sweat-damp skin, slumped back onto the lawn chair's plastic weave and held Damian against his hairy chest as if he were seven years old again. He gave him a little bounce, much as he used to do after taking a bath, but instead of water droplets, Damian's hole now leaked sperm down the inside of his legs. As his softening cock rested heavily against his lower leg, still coated with a mixture of fluids, Eric groaned and tipped his head back to let the desert heat to sear his face.

Eric sighed, eyelids fluttering shut as if reopening them might shatter the illusion. But when he did, Damian, naked, had his chest pressed against his, still heaving, while Dean, also naked, hovered nearby, eyeing them with envy and hunger.

The reality settled into his bones, this wasn't some midnight fantasy conjured during solitary showers, nor was it the fleeting voyeurism of spying on neighborhood boys. His sons' sweat, their whimpers still fresh in his ears, the undeniable musk of sex clinging to their skin, it was real.

He did it... he actually did it.

He had just fucked Damian raw, watched Dean use his mouth like a toy, and they took it. The sheer disbelief almost made him laugh, how many nights had he wasted jerking off to half-formed scenarios that paled compared to this? He wondered if his old NAMBLA members would've cheered him on had they been here, would've slapped his back for finally acting on urges they'd encouraged him to embrace years ago. This morning had been stressful for him, but now? He was never letting this memory fade.

The patriarch turns to his youngest son, his calloused hand curling in a slow "come here" gesture, fingers glistening with leftover sweat and spit. Dean hesitates only a heartbeat before slinking forward, knees sinking into the grass beside Eric. The man's arms encircle both boys, hauling them against his broad chest until Damian's sticky back presses into Dean's front.

"You two," Eric murmurs into their damp hair, "have no idea how long... how fucking long I've been craving this."

Dean's answering laugh is muffled against his father's shoulder, but the smugness rings clear. "I've got my suspicions," he retorts, fingers tracing the cum streaks hardening on Damian's stomach. "And you can thank me for making your body spill the tea."

... And speaking of 'spill the tea', Eric's gaze flicks to the shattered glass cup he'd accidentally dropped a few hours ago 7 feet away the moment he first saw Dean bouncing on Damian's cock, its contents long evaporated, iced tea pooling on the pavement like the evidence dripping from Damian's thighs.

A bark of laughter punches from his lungs. "Literally," he deadpans. "But I hope you boys learned your lesson, doing something this risky in broad daylight. You're damn lucky nobody walked by and saw us rutting like animals." His calloused palm lands on Damian's ass with a sharp smack, making the teen flinch. "Next time you wanna fuck, do it somewhere more private." He then adds in a whisper, "And make sure to include me if I'm present."

Dean snorts, wiggling closer. "Congrats on finally joining the club, Dad," he quips, grinning when Eric pinches his nipple hard enough to make him yelp. "Ow! Fuck, okay. Officially joining the club."

Eric's chuckle vibrates through them both, thick with satisfaction. He'd known how to love his sons in every way a father could, providing for them, disciplining them, teaching them the rough lessons of life. Now he'd show them the kind of love that made their toes curl and their spines arch, the kind that left them gasping and marked.

He pulled back just enough to cradle both their faces in his hands, thumbs brushing away traces of sweat and cum. "Listen to me," he murmured, voice roughened by exertion but soft with something dangerously close to tenderness. "I love you boys. More than you'll ever fucking know." His grip tightened possessively. "Always have. Always will."

Then, before either could respond, he dragged them forward, crushing their mouths together in a messy, three-way collision of lips and tongues.

Damian groaned into the kiss, the taste of Dean's bitterness still lingering on his tongue as their father's minty breath flooded his senses. Eric's beard scraped against his chin while Dean's smaller mouth slotted against his own from the side, creating an overwhelming tangle of heat and saliva. Their father's tongue dominated the kiss, sliding against Damian's before curling around Dean's in a filthy mimicry of what their bodies had just done.

Dean whimpered as he melted against both his father and big brother. The kiss was sloppy, wetter than anything he'd experienced with just his brother, their father's rough stubble chafing his smooth cheeks. He could taste Damian's reluctant submission and Eric's ironclad control in every swipe of their tongues, a heady mix that made his spent cock twitch back to life against Damian's thigh.

Eric broke the kiss first, panting, his pupils blown wide with lust. "My boys," he rasped, licking his lips as if savoring their combined flavors. "My perfect, filthy boys."

Damian shifted uncomfortably, the drying mess on his stomach pulling at his skin. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "So uh... you're not grounding us?"

Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh yeah, Dad's totally gonna lock us in our rooms after that performance." His grin was all teeth, sharp and knowing.

Eric sighed. He palmed Damian's ass again, this time squeezing possessively. "Ground you?" His chuckled lowly. "No, son. I'm keeping you right where you belong." The pad of his thumb circled Damian's twitching hole, pressing just enough to make the teen gasp. "Both of you."

"And you can thank me and my magic touch, big bro," Dean bragged, stretching his arms behind his head with a smug grin that showed off his crooked canine.

Damian rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the tingling buzz beneath his skin, a cocktail of residual arousal and reluctant amusement.

The patriarch's hand slid from Damian's ass to pat his thigh twice. "Alright, up you get. Let's see if you can stand after that."

A gradual stream of warmth trickled down the inner of Damian's thighs as he groaned and pushed himself off his father's lap. He wobbled a little, his hole tightening automatically around nothing, his socked feet sinking into the grass, still moist from earlier. Every movement made him more conscious of the viscous pour inside of him; the feeling was alien, bloated, and oversensitive. Pressing a hand to his lower abdomen as though it may somehow contain the muck, he swallowed forcefully.

With hooded eyes, Eric observed Damian adjusting, the teenager's muscles rippling beneath his perspiration-drenched skin. When he got up, he rolled his shoulders and palmed his own half-hard cock with a gentle grunt. Before he grabbed for his abandoned clothing, his foreskin glided languidly across the hot head, spreading any lingering pre-cum. He murmured, "Gonna hit the shower," and grunted as he stepped into his pants. He twisted the belt through loops, making a loud clinking sound in the thick air.

Dean flopped onto his back on the lawn chair, arms outstretched as he grinned up at both of them. His cock lay between his legs, spent. "Don't use all the hot water," the naked boy teased, rubbing a booger from his left eye with his index finger before flicking it away carelessly. "Some of us actually worked out here."

Eric snorted, ruffling Dean's sweaty hair with one hand while the other adjusted himself through his jeans. "Keep running your mouth, boy, and I'll wash that attitude out with soap." The threat lacked any real bite, his thumb brushing Dean's lower lip instead.

Dean grinned up at him, all sharp mischief, before darting his tongue out to swipe beneath Eric's thumb nail, a quick, wet flick that left a shiny trail. The roughness of his father's calloused skin scraped against Dean's tongue, the faint tang of sweat and musk lingering. Eric froze for half a second, then slowly brought his thumb to his own lips, dragging the pad across his tongue with deliberate slowness. His eyes locked onto Dean's, unblinking, as he tasted the boy's saliva mingled with the grit of a day's labor under his nail.

"Gosh, Dad," Dean giggled, kicking his legs childishly while watching Eric lick his thumb clean, "you're such a perv."

Damian added, "And you are such a menace, runt," grabbing his discarded tank top and tossing it over Dean's grinning face. The fabric stuck to the younger boy's sweat-slicked skin, clinging to his nose and mouth until he dramatically flailed his arms like a drowning man.

Eric laughed as he observed Dean's thighs still shaking from effort as his hips involuntarily rose off the chair. His penis twitched back to life against his zipper at the sight.

"Menace?" Dean peeled the shirt off with an exaggerated gasp, his grin widening as he stretched the damp fabric between his hands. "Nah, I'm just giving Dad what he clearly wants." His fingers trailed down his own chest, deliberately slow, smearing the remnants of their mess across his pale skin.

"Whatever, I'm going to the pool," the brunet 18-year-old muttered, peeling off his ruined socks with a wet sound, toes curling against the warm concrete as he padded toward the deck. The water would sting his freshly used hole, but he needed the coolness more than comfort.

"Ah, shit yeah! I wanna go for a swim too!" Dean scrambled up from the lawn chair, his bare feet slapping against the concrete as he darted past Damian with a burst of energy that seemed impossible after everything. The late afternoon sunlight caught the sheen of sweat still clinging to his back, the droplets scattering like diamonds as he leapt off the edge with reckless abandon. His body cut through the air for a suspended second, limbs outstretched, cock bouncing, before he hit the water with a spectacular splash that soaked Damian's legs and sent ripples sloshing over the pool's edge.

Eric, while putting his sleeveless shirt back on, just shook his head, not saying another word. The fabric clung to his damp chest as he jerked it down, the movement making his biceps flex. But hey, at least in the pool they'd be more hidden. His boots scuffed against the patio tiles as he turned, the scent of chlorine and sex thick in his nose. After he got the last of his clothes on, he started walking back up to the house, adjusting the waistband of his jeans where his softening cock still aches. "Make sure to put your damn clothes on before your mother and sister get home," he called over his shoulder, voice gruff but lacking its earlier menace.

As soon as his dad made it back in the house, Damian finally let his shoulders slump, the tension bleeding out of his sore muscles. The pool water rippled where Dean had disappeared beneath the surface, bubbles rising in frantic bursts before the younger boy emerged with a gasp, shaking chlorine from his wild black spikes.

Damian's bare feet stuck slightly to the sun-warmed concrete as he shuffled toward the edge. The sensation was unfamiliar, looser, wetter, like his body hadn't quite registered the absence of his father's girth yet. He curled his toes over the pool's ledge, his cock swaying slightly with the movement, the tip glistening with leftover slickness that dripped into the turquoise water below.

Dean's green eyes were locked onto Damian's exposed form with open admiration, tracing the lean muscles of his athletic brother's torso, the faint trail of dark-brown hair leading down to where Damian's cock hung heavy between his thighs. The younger boy swam closer with lazy strokes, his body cutting through the water effortlessly, breaking the surface right between Damian's feet.

"You're staring, runt," Damian muttered, though his lips quirked upward despite himself.

The 13-year-old grinned, his small hands sliding up Damian's calves, fingers pressing into the taut muscle there. "Can't help it," he admitted shamelessly, his voice dripping with playful reverence. "You're just so... built now." His thumbs rubbed circles against Damian's knees before pushing further up, tracing the wiry strength of his brother's thighs.

Damian rolled his eyes but didn't pull away, letting Dean's curious hands explore. "Built?" he scoffed, though his chest swelled slightly at the compliment. "You're such a weirdo."

Dean's grin widened as he hauled himself up, water sluicing off his skinny frame as he stood on the submerged pool steps. He pressed his damp chest against Damian's, their skin sticking together where they touched. "Do you still hate me?" he asked in a deliberately childish lilt, his voice pitching higher, saccharine sweet as he batted his eyelashes.

Damian groaned, but his hands automatically found Dean's waist, fingers spanning the narrow dip above his hips. "You're insufferable," he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it.

Dean took that as permission, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Damian's waist with practiced ease, his soaked skin squeaking against his brother's as he clung like a koala. Damian staggered slightly under the sudden weight but adjusted quickly, his arms tightening around Dean's slender frame to keep him from slipping.

In a wet, chlorine-scented kiss, Dean's tongue darted between Damian's teeth with frank eagerness. As he moaned into the kiss, Damian tasted something very Dean combined with the subtle metallic tang of pool water. As the younger lad mashed their cocks together in the water with long, purposeful rotations of his hips, his fingers pushed into the sensitive skin of Dean's ass, kneading hard.

With each undulating motion Dean made, their foreskins glided smoothly against one another in the slippery contact. With each thrust, the swelling heads caught and parted, water swirling around their intertwined lengths as the perverted brat's little cock stroked against his big brother's. Even though he had just been used fully, Dean's body trembled with a pent-up desire as he arched into the contact, whining high in his voice and raking his claws down Damian's back. God, he was obsessed with this.

Damian broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Dean's as their hips continued moving in tandem. "You're... fuck. Gonna get us in trouble again," Damian panted, though his hands remained firmly locked under Dean's thighs, encouraging the grinding rather than stopping it.

Dean grinned, his wet eyelashes clumping together as he blinked up at his brother. "Doubt it," he breathed, punctuating his words with another filthy roll of his hips that made Damian let out a shuddering gasp. "Dad's probably jacking off in the bathroom right now watching us through the window." He punctuated the crude observation by sealing their mouths together again, swallowing Damian's groan of reluctant agreement. "Wanna fuck my ass here in the pool, big bro? I don't think we've ever done it before."

"Y-yeah, we have?" Damian protested weakly, even as he stumbled backward toward the nearest pool lounger, Dean still clinging to him like a horny limpet.

"I meant in the water, dumbass. Not at the sides, not on the steps, right here." Dean explained with an impatient wiggle, his legs tightening around Damian's waist as he gestured to the deep end of the pool behind them. The movement made their cocks slide together again, the water-slick friction drawing twin groans from their throats.

The jock hesitated, glancing toward the house where their father had disappeared. The windows reflected the afternoon sun, making it impossible to see inside, but the weight of potential observation prickled along his spine. Still, Dean's insistent hips and the way his smaller hands were already guiding Damian's cock toward his entrance made resistance futile.

"Fine, you little demon," he growled, adjusting his grip under Dean's thighs as he waded deeper. The water lifted them slightly, buoyancy making Dean feel lighter in his arms despite the boy clinging with desperate strength.

...

The End!