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In the kitchen, Trey was getting things ready for breakfast. Unloading the dishwasher, making it empty for the dirty breakfast dishes. Getting out the large frying pan, along with eggs, milk, cheese, butter and bread. He broke several eggs into a bowl, and was beating them, mixing them together with milk at the island counter, when he heard his son coming downstairs. In a moment Nick appeared, walking naked into the kitchen, and Trey stared in disguised awe as he always did. As he walked, Nick’s arms moved slowly yet powerfully, his biceps seeming flexed even though they weren’t, his massive tits bounced and jiggled, his huge hairy genitals making a slapping noise as they swung between his thighs.

Nick came over, stood in front of his dad and stretched, his muscled arms thrown up with his hands clasped at the back of his neck, showing the big bushes of hair under his arms, while arching his back. Doing this made his large muscular bubble-ass stick out more than it already did. “Ahhh, damn,” he said, yawning.

Trey had been gazing at Nick the entire time, and he smiled at his son, seeing him so sleepy. “There’s coffee over there.” Nick smiled and nodded, looked relieved. “Can you get me some, too, actually?” He slid his almost-empty coffee mug over to Nick.

Nick took his dad’s mug, went over to the coffeemaker where his own mug was sitting on the counter for him. Trey admired his son from behind as he poured coffee for them both. Nick was breathtaking from the front, but also amazing from behind. Those extremely broad shoulders, big, defined triceps, the way his back tapered from his huge shoulders to his slender waist in an awesome V-shape, then how his perfectly rounded buttocks stuck out like two big bubbles. Nick was standing at the counter with his legs apart, allowing Trey to also see Nick’s giant, low-hanging, furry balls hanging down between his legs. Even though seeing his son naked was a constant thing, Trey had never grown so accustomed to it where he was unaffected by seeing Nick’s naked body. In fact, he was blown away every time he saw his son naked. Overall, he’d decided, his son was an Adonis. Maybe he should’ve named him Adonis…

“You makin’ eggs?” Nick asked, grabbing the half-and-half from the refrigerator and mixing it into their cups of coffee.

“Uhh, yeah,” Trey replied, suddenly remembering what he’d been doing before Nick came into the kitchen. He continued mixing the eggs and milk. “How’d you sleep?”

Nick turned around and came back over to his dad, setting his dad’s coffee on the counter near where he was mixing the eggs as he sat down on one of the stools in front of the island. “Slept really well actually. What’re you gonna do today, Dad?” Nick asked as he gulped some of his coffee. “Nice – you got hazelnut.” “Oh yeah, I got sick of French roast,” Trey said. Then to answer Nick’s question: “…I’m not sure entirely. I know I need to make some calls; and I should probably mow the lawn.”

“Lawson’s out there mowing again,” Nick said, laughing. “I think this is number four for this week.” Nick drank some more coffee then set his mug down, and his hands found themselves cupping his large tits, lifting them up, feeling their massive size and weight.

Trey had poured the egg and milk mixture into the pan and was pushing it around with a plastic spatula. “I’m not surprised,” he replied, placing four slices of bread in the toaster before looking at Nick again. Nick was sitting there, butt naked in the kitchen, rubbing and squeezing his breasts, fingering and pinching the large pointy nipples that always stuck out from his mammoth tits. Nick had worked extremely hard on developing and building his tits, and they were what he was most proud of and what he most loved to show off. Secretly, Trey had always fantasized about nursing on his son’s breasts. Trey heard the eggs beginning to burn and he quickly turned back toward the stove and flipped them and pushed them around, then took a handful of shredded cheese and threw it in with the scrambled eggs. He pushed the toaster lever down to get the toast started.

Nick was moaning behind him. And there also was a wet, smacking noise. Trey looked at Nick and saw him gripping one of his big breasts, which because of its massive size was overflowing around his hand, and he had it lifted up so he could suck feverishly on his own nipple. Nick had pushed his stool back, and he had his legs up and spread wide, knees bent and his feet resting on the counter of the island. With his other hand, Nick was openly masturbating, fisting his humongous erection. His long, giant balls were hanging off the edge of the stool and were bouncing wildly with the movement of Nick’s hand as it stroked his penis.

“Ohhh, yeeeaaahhh,” Nick was saying, while slurping on his own nipple and stroking his hard penis. His eyes were closed and he was almost completely in his own world. “Ohh fuck, I fuckin’ love masturbating…” For several more minutes Nick continued to fist his erection while sucking on one nipple and then the other. As always, he grew increasingly wild: next he let go of his penis and, while still sucking on his breasts, shoved two of his fingers into his hairy anus and began pumping them in and out of his hole.

“Mmmm, hell yeah…got my fingers deep in my asshole…ohhh, feels so fuckin’ good,” Nick was groaning, almost growling, in his deep, masculine voice. He slid a third finger into his anus and began moaning even louder than before, all the while still squeezing and nursing on his breasts, his penis still fully hard and shooting precum. Nick’s precum did not just leak or dribble out of his penis – his precum shot out, just like his cum, except it was less thick and creamy. His precum was flying all over, wetting Nick’s stomach, breasts, hair, hitting the counter, the floor. Some even landed in Nick’s coffee.

Nick opened his eyes and used the hand that had been holding his tits to play with his pubes; he ran his fingers through that enormous pubic bush, then he grabbed his giant penis and stroked it like crazy while wildly fingering his anus. He glanced at his dad while he was pleasuring himself. Trey was leaning against the sink drinking his coffee, looking at Nick. He had been watching his son masturbate the whole time, and his eyes were riveted on him, his penis hard and tenting his bathrobe. The breakfast was done, but it was the last thing either of them was thinking about now.

(Part 3 will be coming)