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Fucking Around with Brother and Dad Part 2 Well, the turn of events three days ago had left dad, Steve and I at a bit of a loss as to how to act around each other. Once the initial first day of fucking each other senseless had passed, we woke up to realize that a dad and his two sons were living and fucking together - a weird one for anyone! So what to do? Dad tried to act all cool and calm about the whole thing, talking about the grass needing to be cut and the cars being serviced. Whose turn it was to go to the supermarket had been discussed to no end as a frantic diversion to recent events. Truthfully, I think this was hardest of all on dad. With Steve and I lusting for it since it happened, we must have proved quite a challenge. As a distraction, dad suggested some yard work. We spent the whole of the weekend pruning trees, clearing gutters and cleaning the pool. I watched my brother Steve, wearing only a pair of old running shorts, lugging rubbish to the wheelbarrow. His pumped chest and arms glistened with sweat in the summer sun, and his blonde hair was plastered to this forehead and neck. Dad was trimming a hedge next to me, when I said, "Man, Steve has the hottest body. Well, after yours, dad! Don’t you think?" "I wasn’t looking. You know, I don’t know about what’s just happened. It can’t be right”. "I know it feels good. And Steve and I are both old enough. Besides, we’re not hurting anyone. We’re having fun! Loosen up. You know, you’re not corrupting us, dad. "Well, I guess not. Maybe it’s just that it’s all so new. It was pretty hot!" "You up for a rematch?" "You bet!" I placed a hand on dad’s bulging pec, feeling his hard nipple through the sweat soaked fabric of his T-shirt. My father let out a moan, and I placed my other hand on the bulge of his crotch. I leant forward and kissed his dirty neck. I felt dad’s hands on my back, and I rubbed my hard cock into his already stiff prick. "Ohh, Anthony. Lick my neck." Dad and I were roughly mashing our stiff cocks together, when Steve came through the gate. I watched him drop the wheelbarrow and come up to us. He stood behind me and started to kiss my neck and shoulders. His hot breath was blowing across my sweaty skin, making my skin shiver. I felt behind me and placed my hand on his hard prick. I felt him kneel down and nibble at my ass through my shorts. Dad knelt down and did the same to the front of my shorts and I held a hand on each of their heads. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum and it was showing through the worn cotton. I felt dad pull my shorts down and grasp my fat member in his manly hand. With my shorts down, I could now feel Steve's tongue probe my ass crack, until the tip of his tongue found my puckered asshole. I felt his tongue push through, his day old stubble grazing my ass cheeks. I gasped as dad engulfed my 8" cock whole; my brother grabbed onto my thighs and really shoved his tongue as far up my loosening asshole as it would go. I grabbed on to dad’s head and started pumping my dripping cock into his wet mouth. His tongue was slathering around the head and each time he deep throated my shaft, I could feel his tongue reach out and slather my balls with his spit. His rough stubble was scratching my thighs and felt fantastic. I could feel my brother slurping at my gasping hole. When I looked down at dad, I got really excited. His massive arms were flexing and pumped while he fisted my hot cock. He was sucking on my balls and I was feeling great. I could feel a load build in my nuts and I told dad this. “Yeah! Shoot on my face, son. C’mon Anthony, pump your ol’ man’s face full of that hot cum!” Ever the dutiful son, I let go to the warm feeling and suddenly, I began to pump out a massive load. Dad was right there, with his mouth open, pumping my cock with his fist while his tongue was lapping at my piss hole. The cum was all over his face, dripping from his chin and hand. It mixed in with the sweat and grime from the yard work, and fuck, did he look hot! My brother was still licking out my ass and Dad continued sucking every bit of juice my cock would give. “Damn! You sure pack a load, there, Anthony. I hope there’s some left.” Well, Dad seemed to be over his hesitation, at least. Steve pulled me down and I lay on the grass between them. Steve got on top of me and ground his crotch into my own. His blonde hair was tussled and I ran my hands through it. He was kissing my neck, while I ran my hands over his broad back. Dad was lying back, just watching us. He was playing with his hard prick, pulling at it until it dribbled precum down his hand. Steve was flicking my hard nipples with his tongue, getting them moist and juicy. I held onto his muscled arms while he worked my body into a hyper-aroused state. Steve had moved down to my cock and was licking it from top to bottom. My dick was incredibly hard while I watched his tongue cleaning up my cum and dad’s spit. Dad must have been thinking this, too, because he suddenly got up and decided that he wanted more. He knelt between my legs and inserted a fat finger up my loose hole. I felt his hand push, his finger enter and then, the hot feeling of his finger caressing the slick walls of my chute. “Steve, turn around and 69 with your brother”, dad said. Steve turned around and sat his ass onto my face. I flicked his bud and trailed down to his balls, coating them in spit until they shone. He moved his hips and his cock fell perfectly into my mouth. His fat 9 incher, hard as a rock, was flared and drooling precum onto my tongue. I placed my hands on his narrow hips and pulled his cock down, as far down into my throat as it could go. He leant forward and grabbed my hard cock with his lips. While dad was thrusting three fingers up my hot chute, my brother was sucking my tool. “Ready to go for a ride, Anthony? You wanna ride this hard cock?” “Yeah, dad, fuck his hot hole, man. Give it to him!” Steve’s words of encouragement were all dad needed. He got up on his knees and slid in between my legs. He pulled my legs up to his shoulder and with one hand, placed the head of his monster cock at the opening to my still virgin ass. I felt him thrust into me, easily at first, but never stopping. He continued plowing forward, and I had to pull off of my brother’s cock. I screamed out in pain, but dad never stopped. “That’s it, son, almost there”. My ass felt as though a can of beer had been shoved inside it, except this can of beer was fucking long! Finally, I felt dad’s pubes against my ass and his hips against the soft skin of my butt. “Ahhh! That is one tight hole, boy! Gonna fuck this hole real good!” “Fuck, dad. Fuck me hard. Fuck me till that load shoots out! Oh, man, yeah!” Dad started to pull out and just as I thought it would come out, he firmly pushed it back in; not hard, but steadily and right to the end. Steve was still sucking my cock and I was now sufficiently comfortable to take his rod back down my throat. We kept this up for quite a while. I could feel Steve as he writhed on top of me, his hips thrusting into my face. I ran my hands over his back and down his sides, the sweat streaming off him. Dad was steadily pumping my ass. His cock was unrelenting as it banged in and out. He was gripping my legs hard, moaning and swearing as he fucked his youngest son into oblivion. I clenched my ass as hard as I could on each out stroke, and relaxed it as he slid it back in. Steve’s pumping into my throat was beginning to be a bit much for him, as I could feel his tempo increase and suddenly, all rhythm was lost. “Shit, bro, gonna shoot a load down your throat! Fuck, argh, here it comes!” True to his word, I felt the first shot of thick cum hit the back of my throat. I mashed my face right into his sweaty belly, taking everything he could give. His body was convulsing, bucking his hips into my face while his cock fired jet after jet of hot salty cum in mouth and down my throat. Dad was rubbing his back, increasing his pleasure. Steve must have been feeling great! His hips slowed down and eventually, he pulled his cock out. He stayed where he was and began sucking my cock again. I was hotter than hell, by this stage, with the taste of my brother’s cum on my tongue and started to thrust my hips to meet dads. “Fuck, guys. That was hot. Steve, you are one hot fuckin’ dude!” dad said. “Thanks, dad”. This was too much for me and I felt my balls tightening. Steve was furiously sucking my cock from tip to root, making my insides churn. I grabbed hold of his head and thrust my cock, hard, down his throat. He continued slurping as my sticky fuck-juice sprayed from my cock and into his mouth. He pulled off and fisted my cock, spraying his face with my cum. With my brother’s hot mouth on my cock and dad’s fat dick shafting my ass hole, I felt as though the cum wouldn’t stop exploding from my dick. “Mmmm, come on me man. Shoot it!”, Steve said. Dad picked up his pace and began to frantically pump his massive cock up my ass. “Shit! I’m gonna come!” he said. “Blow on my face, dad!” Steve said. Dad pulled out of my sopping ass hole and shoved his dick into my brother’s mouth. Steve greedily sucked it down while dad pumped it with his hand. He grabbed Steve by the back of the head, pulled out and aimed his cock at Steve’s cum dripping face. Dad threw his head back and roared as his cock spewed thick ropey strings of hot cum all over my brother’s face and shoulders. One even shot over onto his back! I watched dad’s bulging pecs and chiseled belly, dripping with sweat, as his whole body shook to a violent orgasm. Dad collapsed backward, his cock still stiff. Steve and I crawled over and began to lick dad’s cock clean. “You boys wanna clean up?” dad asked. “Sure, let’s shower”, Steve said. We got up and moved into the house. The cool air-conditioning was cold and made our nipples stiffen. We had our showers - actually concentrating on just the showers, for once. My sorry ass and cock were needing a bit of time to recover! Afterward, Dad said he was going to get some beers and we sat around the living room, in our underwear, throwing back some ale. I looked at my brother and father, lying back, clean, relaxed and very, very content. I wondered what the outside world might think of what had been happening in our family. Truthfully, I really didn’t care. And, I knew that Dad and Steve were feeling this too. Dad knew we were old enough to be making our own decisions. He also knew that we hadn’t been forced into anything. The three of us wanted and enjoyed this as much as each other. I knew that this would keep going for a long time. If you liked my story, please write to me at anthonyjamieson@hotmail.com