All Jim had to do was strip off his T-shirt and he was naked and ready to go. But the Burton men were still mostly dressed, and Jim savored the sight of them stepping out of their matching suit pants, the way the long, thick muscles of their big legs articulated, the near-identical way they shifted. It was a little bit like watching a mirror reflection, only one side was lightly patinated with age, a little distorted, the man in it showing thicker than the fresh-faced young stud opposite him. Jim doubted Hugh and Blake knew how similarly they moved, how crazy alike they looked even in the simple act of taking their pants off. He was likely the only person who’d ever seen it before, and the thrill of that – the privilege of being invited to see it in action – coursed through him, vibrating all the way up through the thickness of his wet-tipped hardon as he slow-stroked it and admired them.
God damn, this was quite a thing, what was happening between the three of them tonight. And for all of his misgivings this past week about everything that had gone down, the anxiety and recriminations and self-doubt that had been twisting at his guts ever since Blake had stepped up to him in this very room a couple days ago and he hadn’t stepped back, Jim wouldn’t have traded a single moment of it all. Made all this that much richer, deeper, hotter now. And so far, they’d barely even scratched the surface of all the things they could do together. Jim felt himself thrilled to the core, like a kid on Christmas morning, and he couldn’t help but grin.
Blake took off his pants – his father’s pants – and laid them neatly over the back of the armchair by the closet door. Jim watched Hugh watching his son, the way his best friend’s eyes raked over his strapping son’s studly form, the movement of his big, long thighs and powerful young ass, a smile on his face. Jim could see a lot in that look – pride, of course, but something more intimate too, a streak of desire that Jim had never seen Hugh direct at his son before. Even under the intense, heated circumstances they were in, it was a surprise to him – a hot kind of surprise, though, one that set off spot fires all around the steady-burning heat in his loins.
Blake turned and took Hugh’s pants too, laying them carefully beside the first pair, and there was a similar kind of look on the big kid’s face when he looked to his handsome father, a mix of respect and warmth and subtle desire of his own. Fuck, they looked so damn good together, even more than usual, their lower bodies exposed, all muscles and hard, near-identical cocks standing up proud below their shirttails, still half-clad in suit jackets and shirts. Jim found himself squeezing just below the head of his cock, trying to hold off the suddenly impending load he wanted so badly to shoot.
Hugh reached out to his son, thick fingers taking hold of the lapels of the handsomely tailored suit jacket his son was wearing, running them down the tapers. It was an incredibly intimate thing to watch, made even more so by the exposed musculature of Blake’s torso showcased by the unbuttoned shirt he wore, the proud arc of his big, hard young cock between them, matching his father’s. Blake’s cheeks colored a little as he looked down at his father’s big hands moving over the fabric, then up at his father’s face again, the desire coming up more strongly in his expression now, simmering beneath the respectful way he regarded the man who’d made him.
“You wear it well, son,” Hugh rumbled in that low, rich baritone of his.
“Not as well as you do, Dad,” Blake said, his voice a younger copy of Hugh’s. “Got some growing to do before I fill it out like you.”
Hugh smiled, ran his hands up to Blake’s broad suited shoulders, and turned him around, facing the big mirror by the closet. Jim watched as his best friend smoothed his big hands over his son’s brawny shoulders, feeling incredibly privileged to witness this intimate moment between the handsome men. Blake let out a sigh as Hugh’s strong hands traveled outward across his shoulders, down the thick shape of his upper arms, then back up again to the collar. The big young stud shifted around inside the jacket, moving with his father as Hugh slipped it from his shoulders and laid it on top of the pairs of suit pants over the back of the chair. His hands returned to Blake’s body, moving slowly over the fine cotton of the dress shirt, and the strong young musculature beneath, the two of them looking into the mirror.
“You’ve grown up real fine, buddy,” Hugh murmured. “Couldn’t be prouder.”
Hugh tugged his undone tie from around Blake’s neck, draped it over the growing pile of clothing on the chair, then returned his hands to Blake’s handsome frame. The way he trailed his thick fingertips down over the rich fabric of the dress shirt was incredibly sensual to Jim, and that was just watching it – he couldn’t imagine how it must feel to Blake. Well, he could – he knew pretty well the feeling of Hugh’s fingers on his own body, but that touch must have been something even more heightened for Blake, now.
He found himself starting to stroke again now, slowly, savoring the feeling as he took in the sight before him, watching Hugh’s surprisingly nimble fingers undo the buttons of Blake’s shirt cuffs, then trail up the length of his arms, over his chest, to the collar of the shirt. It rustled softly as Hugh eased it back off his son’s shoulders, the muscles in them bunching beautifully as Blake shrugged his way out of the last stitch of fabric. And then he stood, naked and glorious, his cock carving a thick, hard, wet-tipped arc, as he and his father gazed at his reflection in the mirror before them.
“Real damn fine, son,” Hugh said, voice low and deep and rich, his hands coming to Blake’s lats. Then he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Blake’s shoulder, and Jim could see the big young stud’s cock bounce in the air as he sucked in a ragged breath, his cheeks flushing brightly again.
Blake turned slowly back to face his father, and it was Jim’s turn to catch his breath now, waiting to see what came next. The two men looked at each other, and then Blake reached out, tentatively at first, then with his father’s innate self-assurance, to run his hands up over the fabric of Hugh’s suit jacket, and the brawny, bulky musculature beneath it. Hugh grinned, his cock bouncing a little, and let his son admire him for a moment, before the big kid slid his hands under the lapels of the jacket and pushed it back off his father’s beefy shoulders.
Jim watched, dry-mouthed but wet-cocked, as Blake reverently undressed his father, silent but attentive, stripping away the last threads that had made them look so similar tonight. Blake was all sculpted young muscles and taut skin dusted with manly hair, but Hugh was thicker, brawnier, his body more furred. His middle-aged beefiness wasn’t so much a contrast to Blake’s fine young form as a complement, a predictor. Jim could see the way Blake was taking the full measure of his father now, seeing not only where he’d come from, the man who’d defined him, but what he could look forward to becoming, in time.
“Damn, Dad,” Blake said at last, his voice getting some of that deeper character that Hugh’s had, as his hands stroked over the beefy swell of Hugh’s furry pecs. The two of them smiled at each other, a long moment when the air felt like it was crackling with electricity, like a summer night with a big storm about to break. And then both Burton men turned their heads in unison and focused their smiles on Jim, and it suddenly felt like the storm was here.
“Fuck, you two…” Jim muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as the Burton men shot each other a grin, then moved towards him.
Hugh was the first to reach him, one thick, furry arm slipping round Jim’s waist, the sensation of his bare skin against Jim’s a familiar one, but just as electric as the first time they’d connected like this. The kiss came easily, years of practice fueled by fresh lust as they met openmouthed, thick tongues dancing and entwining, Jim running one hand up Hugh’s brawny flank, the other over the muscled terrain of the arm reaching for his own beefy chest. To his left, he felt a second set of arms twine round him, his skin thrilling to the touch, as Blake joined them in their manly embrace, pressing a series of moist-lipped kisses to Jim’s shoulder and the side of his neck.
“Shit, you guys look good together,” Blake growled, and with his eyes closed, Jim might have mistaken his voice for Hugh’s, if Hugh’s tongue weren’t at that moment real busy trying to tie Jim’s in a knot inside his mouth.
Blake’s big ballplayer’s hand slid across the thick, muscular swell of Jim’s torso, savored the powerful beef of him, then down, following the trail of mature fur over his belly, down deep into the rangy curls of his bush. Jim moaned into his best friend’s mouth, as his best friend’s son wrapped his strong young hand round the throbbing thickness of Jim’s hardon, his other hand caressing over the powerful, rounded mass of Jim’s glutes, and for a moment there, Jim came real close to hosing his cum all over Hugh’s bedroom carpet.
Blake kissed his way up Jim’s thick neck to his ear, and nuzzled there for a moment before murmuring, “Wish I’d known about you two a long time ago.”
Jim and Hugh both grunted at that, Jim extracting himself from the deep, lusty lovers’ kiss to turn to Blake, struck again by the crazy funhouse-mirror aspect of being so close to them both in such a small, intimate space. He licked his lips reflexively, tasting Hugh on them, as he fixed his gaze on Blake’s. The kid was grinning at him, eyes sparkling, and the timewarp effect was amazing, taking Jim right back to that first moment over a decade ago with Hugh, that first kiss in his garage, that same grin and sparkle and hungry heat radiating off of him.
“That right, buddy?” Jim said, voice husky with hunger and thick with spit from the kissing. “What if you did? What would you have done about it?”
Blake’s grin twitched a little wider.
“I dunno,” he said. His hand stroked along the rigid, sticky length of Jim’s cock, up and down, as he flicked his tongue over the smooth, beefy swell of Jim’s shoulder. “Would you have done something about it, Uncle Jim?”
Jim growled at that, reached up for Blake’s handsome face, and brought it to his, feeding the stud a hungry kiss that brought a moan deep from Blake’s tight, muscled belly, while beside them, Hugh growled his lusty approval. Now it was Jim’s turn to take Blake’s big dick in his hand, giving the big-cocked jock the benefit of decades of experience making other men moan. He could feel Hugh’s hands roaming over his flesh, across his body, taking in his son’s now too, drawing the three of them closer together. That made Jim grasp Hugh’s son even more tightly, kiss him even more deeply, especially when he felt the slick hardness of Hugh’s thick cock pulsing against his skin, then the slow, delicious rasp of his tongue up the side of Jim’s neck, like the ultimate seal of paternal approval.
“I dunno about then, kid,” Jim grunted when they came up for air, slipping an arm around each of the Burton men’s waists. “But we’re here now, and I think we’re all ready to do something about it, right?”
The Burton men grinned at each other, nodding, then at him.
“Let’s fucking do it, then,” he growled, tugging them with him as he moved towards Hugh’s king-sized bed.
This time it was Jim’s turn to get lavished with attention, sprawled out across Hugh’s big bed while the Burton men explored him with hands and mouths. Hugh had always been a real sensualist, tactile and engaged, skilled at putting his big hands to work on another man’s body. It was no surprise to find Blake was much the same way, moving his big, strong young hands over the terrain of Jim’s powerful body, often followed directly with his lips and his tongue, murmuring appreciatively as he went. The kid had natural talent, much like his father, but even so, this couldn’t have been his first time with another guy, not as passionate and involved as he was as he explored Jim’s thick, mature frame.
Blake nuzzled his way up Jim’s beefy torso to lick at his stiff tit like it was a homing beacon, seemingly knowing that Jim’s left nipple was the more sensitive. Jim gasped at the sensation as well as the sight of Blake’s face, that time-machine echo of his father’s sexy grin as he came up Jim’s body and homed in on his pleasure zones like they’d been fucking together for years. Blake winked at him as he closed his lips around Jim’s tit and lashed it with his tongue, making Jim writhe and growl with electric pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it, son,” Hugh rumbled from above, one hand sliding up his son’s arm to squeeze his shoulder. Blake waggled his eyebrows up at his father and hummed around Jim’s tit, then took his pulsing cock in hand and started to stroke him again. Jim moaned deeper at that, but it was swallowed up by Hugh’s mouth covering his and engaging his tongue in that slow, sexy dance they’d perfected over their years of fuckbuddy bonding.
“Fuck, slow your roll, buddy,” Jim gasped after a few delicious minutes of that, feeling his load boiling up all over again. He clamped his hand round Blake’s wrist and guided it off his cock, bringing it up to his other pec. Blake let go of his tit and slid up his flank, and Jim met him openmouthed as they slid easily into a kiss, as if they’d been doing this for years. On his other side, Hugh nuzzled his ear, then glided his tongue up the inner curve of it, making Jim shiver all over just like he knew would happen. He strummed on Jim’s right nipple as he murmured into Jim’s ear.
“You and my boy look real good together, brother,” he rumbled, and Jim moaned into Blake’s skilled young mouth. He maneuvered his arm up behind Hugh’s head, drawing him close, so that he could easily come up out of his kiss with Blake, turn his head, and slide his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth.
“He’s as hot as you are, bud,” Jim said, just before the kiss. “Every bit your boy.”
That got another lusty growl out of Hugh, and the two men kissed with hunger, starting to devour each other while Blake let out a soft grunt of his own, stroking Jim’s body and nuzzling his shoulder as he watched the mature studs make out.
When they parted, Jim was struck by the warmth in his best friend’s deep blue eyes, the sense of connection between them, the particular intimacy they shared. Sharing it with someone else now, for the first time. It was thrilling and a little bit scary at once, and for a brief, weird moment, Jim thought about Jump School back in his soldiering days, about the combination of fear and excitement, flinging himself out the door of a C-130 high over the Georgia countryside, nothing but a thin stretch of silk parachute between him and the hard ground below. On the whole, this was a far finer experience, though, two big, hard cocks pulsing against either hip, two sets of muscular arms around and all over him, two handsome faces either side of his. All thrilled to be here, together, doing things men could do with each other, nobody else around to tell them no. An experience for the ages, for sure, one Jim would carry with him the rest of his life.
“I wonder if he fucks like you do, brother,” Jim said, and there was no mistaking the way both father’s and son’s cock throbbed against his hot skin on either side. Hugh’s eyes widened, sparking a little, and Jim felt an instant of tension inside himself, wondering if he might have somehow fucked all this up. But Hugh shifted his hips, a small, deliberate thrust of his big cock up Jim’s side as his lips stretched in a lusty grin Jim knew very well.
“I wonder about that too,” Hugh said, then looked over to his son, Jim’s eyes following his. Blake looked almost comically horny and surprised at once, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, what these two men he admired so much were saying about him. What they were suggesting, and all the dense, hot layers implied in it.
“Fuck, you guys,” he murmured, looking back and forth between them.
“Well… one of us, at least,” Jim grinned, slipping his other arm around the stud kid, noting the second throb-pulse of Hugh’s cock against him at that, and the matching one from his son, too.
Jim unhooked his arm from around Hugh’s neck, brought his hand down and found the insistent hardness of Blake’s big young dick. Wrapped his paw around it and stroked it, feeling the hot, sticky solidity of it, its feel at once familiar but also a little bit distinct, too. It was a hell of a piece, all thick and coursing with veins, solid and hot in his grasp, leaking a steady flow of precum as Jim skilfully handled it. It was every bit as fine a cock as his father sported, but it was fine in its own right, too.
“Big-cocked stud,” Jim grunted, loving the lusty, pleased expression Blake got at the manly praise. He might be a man now, but he was still a kid inside. “Bet you fuck every bit as good as your Dad does.”
Jim fixed the kid with a direct, understanding, manly kind of gaze.
“Like the man you are, son,” he said, and Blake let out a lusty, helpless kind of noise at that and lunged for Jim’s mouth with his own, kissing him with hunger and energy.
“Fuck you right, Uncle Jim,” he panted when they separated. “If you’ll let me.”
“Kid, I’ve been thinking about it for days now,” Jim growled, voice thick with spit and desire.
Blake looked across Jim to his father, who was regarding him with a kind of amused, but proud paternal grin. Hugh gave him a simple, single up-down nod.
“So why don’t you show us, stud?” he rumbled, and Jim couldn’t help but grin at the way Blake squared his shoulders with pride and purpose, as he nodded back at his father.
The last time Jim had fucked around with a kid Blake’s age, he’d been a kid Blake’s age himself. He wasn’t expecting a lot of finesse, the kind of skilful, experienced attention Hugh brought in spades. But then, Blake was every bit Hugh’s son, after all, and Jim guessed some things just ran in the blood, as he watched the big young jock lick-kiss his way down the powerful middle-aged thickness of Jim’s torso. Blake had a natural appreciation for a man’s form, especially Jim’s, and just like the other day when they’d first fooled around, Jim experienced a mix of pleasure and surprise and gratitude at Blake’s obvious desire for his thick, well-lived-in frame.
Hugh and Jim alternated between deep, lusty kisses and watching Blake work, watching Hugh’s son slide down the length of Jim’s frame to take hold of his hips, then his thick, rugged thighs. Jim felt that fire in him stoked even higher in anticipation, knowing he was about to get fucked, and especially who was going to fuck him. His cock was throbbing, leaking a slow strand of precum down into the fur on his stomach, aided by Hugh’s thick-fingered yet light, stroking touch up and down his skin. Jim looked at his best friend and fuckbuddy, watching him watch his own son, and he found himself thrilling to the mix of warmth, excitement, pride, and heat in the big guy’s eyes. It made all this so real, this scene which was straight out of porn, so unlikely and out-there and utterly fucking hot nonetheless.
Blake looked up at both men, from Jim to Hugh and Back again, as he crouched between Jim’s big thighs, spreading them wide with stroking, covetous hands. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed the inside of Jim’s knees, the skin just above them, sending radiating thrills all the way up to Jim’s loins. Blake alternated kisses up and down the insides of Jim’s thighs, then swiped up the length of each with his tongue, long, slow savoring licks that were crystal-clear echoes of his father’s approach to mansex. Jim reached to stroke his cock, really savor the feeling, settling back into Hugh’s big arm as he did. But Hugh brushed his hand away, replacing it with his own as he turned to his friend and kissed him, slow and deep and lusty, while his son opened Jim up even more.
Jim moaned into Hugh’s kiss as Blake’s hot, excited breath caressed his balls and coursed over his taint. Hugh growled back, Blake adding in a husky moan of his own as his talented tongue swept up over the fatness of Jim’s balls, up the broad length of his throbbing-hard cock, all the way up to the tip. Jim reached for Blake’s head with his other hand, stroking it as he lapped at his cockhead, savoring the salty, mineral musk of Jim’s freeflowing precum.
“Fuck, buddy,” Jim growled, coming out of the kiss, looking down at his handsome buddy’s equally handsome son, right as Blake locked eyes with him and opened up, slipping his full lips down over the head of Jim’s cock. Jim moaned and clutched at Hugh with his other hand.
“Your boy’s suckin’ my cock, Hugh,” he panted, as Hugh growled in reply, both men staring down at the big young stud slurping his way slowly down Jim’s length.
“He sure is, brother,” Hugh murmured, eyes fixed on the incredible sight of his own son, sucking another man’s cock. His man’s cock. “Doin’ his daddy proud.”
It was Blake’s turn to moan, low and deep, all around Jim’s cock, sending further waves of pleasure buzzing all through his loins and up his insides. Blake bobbed his head up and down on Jim, taking in a good part of him with each suckstroke, his big hand gripping the base. He was no kind of expert at this, but he sure had a natural talent for it. Just like his father. Looked to Jim like a great many things ran in this family, and fuck, was he ever grateful to discover it.
Hugh’s hand joined Jim’s on his son’s head, fingers curling into his hair, and the sight of Blake’s big blue eyes locking onto his father as he sucked Jim’s cock was another visual memory for the ages. His father’s touch seemed to inspire Blake, who lavished Jim’s thick length with his lips, tongue and spit, making the precum flow even harder, making Jim’s toes curl. As insanely hot as all this was, the sight of the kid staring at his father as he worked Jim over took it over the top, and soon Jim had to clutch warningly at Blake’s bobbing head, trying yet again to ward off the intense orgasm he wasn’t quite ready to let loose just yet.
Blake came slowly up the length of Jim’s cock with a grunt and a pop, licking his lips with a lusty growl as he grinned up at the older men.
“You taste fuckin’ good, Uncle Jim,” he growled, his voice thick with spit and heat, giving Jim a wink. Then he slid his hands along the insides of Jim’s thick thighs, getting purchase, and pushed them up, opening Jim up in a whole new way.
“Aw fuck!” Jim growled as Blake dove in with lusty, youthful eagerness, burying his face deep between Jim’s thighs, lapping at his musky cleft and pulsing hole with his big, eager tongue.
“Attaboy,” Hugh said, ruffling the hair on the back of his son’s head before turning Jim’s face to his for another plunging, hungry kiss.
Down below, Blake growled manfully as he licked at Jim with eagerness and skill. Jim had always figured a big, good-looking young dude like Blake was getting plenty of pussy, and if he was anything like his father, he was eating plenty of it too. Turned out he was even more like his father than Jim had expected – nobody had ever eaten Jim out the way Hugh did, but goddamn, his son was running a close second already. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder at all the experiences Blake had had in his young life, what he’d discovered about himself along the way, how many other guys he’d made buck and squirm and leak and moan, the way he was making Jim do now. This kid he’d watched grow up, for chrissakes. The kid he’d come to think of as a lot like his own son. Jesus christ.
Hugh came up out of their kiss and fixed Jim with a lusty, happy, playful look.
“My boy treating you right, brother?” he asked, and in the moment, Jim would have walked across a thousand miles of hot coals for this man.
“Like you do, bro,” Jim half-moaned, loving the way Hugh’s eyes flared with pride at that. “Just like you do.”
“This is fuckin’ something, huh buddy?” Hugh grinned. “You and me, and now him too.”
“It’s fucking amazing,” Jim moaned.
“Bet it’s gonna get even better, my man,” Hugh said, and fuck… my man. Yeah. That was it, right there. Before he could think of something to say in reply – and he wasn’t real confident he could, not with everything Blake was doing to him, licking his way up inside of him the way his father did so well – Hugh was shifting from his side, up on his knees, big and brawny and manly as fuck, reaching across Jim’s body to take hold of his thighs.
“Lemme open this big fucker up a little more for ya, son,” he said, and Blake and Jim moaned together at that.
Hugh’s big hands tugged Jim’s thighs up, the two men moving together with the ease and intimacy of long experience, exposing more of Jim to his son. Blake took the offering eagerly, big ballplayer’s hands spreading Jim even more open, burrowing deeper inside Jim, traces of young stubble grazing against the sweaty, spit-moistened, super-sensitive skin of his taint and ass as he worked.
Jim’s head dropped back against the bed as he savored it all, four big strong hands on his flesh, a tongue inside of him, the heat and musk of men in full rut together. Just like when he and Hugh fucked, but more intense now with Blake joining them, adding his own hungry urgency and sweat and scent to the mix. Jim rode Blake’s talented tongue for a good few minutes, listening to Hugh murmur deep, husky encouragement to his son, urging him on like the proud father he was, and he thought he might lose his mind.
He looked to his right, saw the powerful swell of Hugh’s big ex-jock ass looming in his periphery, and felt the hunger rising in him like it always did. Found himself reaching out the beefy swell of the man’s ass, thick and powerful, muscled but plush too. A powerful ass on a powerful man, strong and shapely and more irresistible than ever. Jim clapped one hand on it, watching it ripple in that way that always tweaked his cock just right. Dug his fingers into the meaty flesh, digging deep, before stroking his paw over the expanse of it. Hugh grinned over his shoulder at him, arching his back a little, offering his meatiness up for Jim’s appreciation.
“Gimme that fucking thing, you big stud fuck,” Jim growled hungrily, a gleam in his eyes matching the one in his best friend’s. “Show your boy how a man does it.”
Hugh chuckled throatily and levered his big body up, Jim’s paws on his ass guiding him over as his straddled his chest and offered himself up. With a hungry growl, Jim spread his glutes wide, opening up his deep, hairy cleft, and dove in lustily.
“Aw fuck, brother,” Hugh growled as Jim licked at him, pushing his big ass back more, inviting Jim in deeper. Jim lapped at the tight knot of fur-lined muscle, savoring the dense, musky, masculine taste and scent of the big guy, growling and digging with his tongue. He tasted good, real fucking good, a flavor made for a man to appreciate as Jim delved deeper into him with the long, agile muscle of his tongue. Hugh’s hips rocked as he rode his best bud’s eager tongue, savoring the experienced way Jim devoured him, all suckling lips and swirling tongue, thick fingers digging into thicker flesh all around. Jim closed his eyes and luxuriated in it, the taste of his buddy and the sensations of his buddy’s son doing the same to him, just as avidly, hungrily, two tongues exploring tight hot holes together while the biggest of them all loomed over them, enjoying his own deep ride.
“You gonna fuck him, buddy?” Jim heard Hugh ask his son after several long, delicious minutes. “Show him how much of a Burton man you are?”
Jim growled up inside his buddy at that, savoring the way the big man shivered all over. He could feel his cock twitching in anticipation, matching the thrilling pulsating of his hole around Blake’s eager, talented young tongue. The middle of his torso was warm and wet from the precum he knew was flowing from Hugh’s big, chunky cock. This was all going so great, and it was only going to get better.
He felt the long, warm press of Hugh’s body lowering down over him, and then groaned up inside the big man as Hugh’s mouth enveloped his cock, taking over where his son had left off. Jim smacked Hugh’s beefy ass and pulled his face out of it, wriggling out from beneath him to see. He sucked in a lungful of fresh air after the musky humidity of Hugh’s big ass, moaning as he watched his handsome best bud, and his best bud’s even handsomer son work him over. Christ, they were a sight, and he could see them looking at each other, practically head to head as their mouths pleasured him, turning his loins into a cauldron of heat and lust and need.
“Aw you hot fucks,” Jim moaned, smacking Hugh’s ass again and smoothing his hand over the thick flesh as it rippled, stroking over Hugh’s haunch and thick thigh. He twisted his torso around so he could reach his fingers into Blake’s hair, teasing his fingertips over his scalp, just the way his father liked to have done to him when he sucked Jim’s piece. Blake grunted around his girth and shot a warm-eyed glance up at him, followed by a wink, then returned his gaze to his father’s as the two men licked and sucked and swallowed Jim, inside and out.
All too soon, he could feel the surge inside of him again, brought right back to the boiling brink by this pair of family studs, and he squeezed Hugh’s ass warningly with one hand and patted Blake’s head with the other.
“If you wanna mount up, now’s the time, stud,” he panted, as Hugh came up off his cock with a loud, long, lewd slurrrrrrp. A few moments later, Blake reeled his tongue back from inside Jim’s ass, sitting back and reaching for his big, hard young cock, swiping the sweat and spit from his reddened lips.
“Fuck yeah I wanna,” Blake growled, voice thick with spit and lust, the echo of Hugh deep in it.
“Attaboy,” Hugh grinned. “Show Jimbo here how us Burton men fuck.”
“Shit, I already know, buddy,” Jim said.
“So let’s give you a basis for comparison,” Blake said, and yeah, he was just like his Dad, alright. He could have anything he wanted.
“Where do you keep your lube, Dad?” was one of the sexiest things Jim had ever heard, and from the look that shot between them, he knew it was hitting Hugh just as hard.
“Left bedside drawer,” Jim said, his gaze still locked on Hugh’s. Blake huffed a quick laugh behind him.
“Guess you really know your way around here, huh Uncle Jim,” the kid said as he reached for the drawer.
“He does alright,” Hugh said, running one hand up the inside of Jim’s thigh with a grin.
Like the back of your Dad’s neck, kid, Jim thought to himself, meeting Hugh’s grin with his own before hooking one beefy forearm around the big guy’s neck, pulling him down so their lips could meet too.
Sure, it was still a trip, kissing Hugh like this with his son right there. But Hugh’s tongue had a way of making you forget most everything else, and it was doing its usual magic on Jim as the big guy lowered himself along Jim’s body, running his hand down the mature swells of his frame.
“How’s my boy doin’ so far, bud?” Hugh asked when they unwound their tongues, as Blake stepped back to the bed, lube in hand, watching them, his big cock curving up hard towards the ceiling.
“Chip off the ol’ block, brother,” Jim grinned, and the beam of pride Hugh gave him, then his boy, gave Jim a warm, paternally proud feeling all inside too.
The two men watched as Blake squirted a stream of lube into his palm. Blake blushed winningly at their attention, then squared his shoulders and slowly slathered it all over the handsome arc of his cock. He looked confident – cocksure, Jim thought to himself with a grin – but in an unshowy kind of way, and he had every right to be. His cock was a virtual twin of his father’s, big and handsomely formed, the kind of cock that promised a very good time to the lucky recipient.
Jim found himself licking his lips, feeling the anticipatory tingle down low in his body, watching the big young stud making his proud young cock gleam with slickness. Hugh levered himself up and held out his palm to Blake.
“Let me help you out, stud,” he said, and Jim loved the way Blake’s eyes flared at that, the rapt edge of adoration in his gaze as he nodded to his father and poured another stream into the older Burton’s palm.
Jim let out a low growl as Hugh turned back to him and started to lay a coating of the stuff down over his tingling hole, cool and slippery, something the big guy had done to him hundreds of times by now, but just as thrilling every time.
“Get him nice and slick for ya, son,” Hugh said to Blake, who grunted softly, stroking his big gleaming piece slowly. “For that big fuckin’ piece you’re toting, there.”
“Thanks Dad,” Blake murmured, and fuck, the air was practically crackling with the electricity humming between them. Jim felt his cock bounce in response, at the hot edge of possibility hovering over them all now, especially the Burtons. It was powerful, something he’d never considered possible, but here they were. In the flesh, with him, nothing but skin and sweat and lube and that potent, electric vibe between them.
“Fuck, brother,” Jim growled as Hugh slipped one lubed finger up inside him, watching Blake’s eyes lock onto the action. Hugh worked his thick, long finger deftly around, then deeper inside Jim, continuing all the good work Blake’s eager young tongue had done, then taking it further by slipping another finger inside of him, stroking it slowly, slickly over the hum of his prostate. Jim’s hips bucked, his body well conditioned to this, working with Hugh, trying to meet him halfway as the big guy prepped him for his big stud kid.
And then, it was time. Hugh extracted his big, swirling fingers slowly, as Blake stepped up close between Jim’s thick, spread thighs, the two of them moving in sync, as if they’d had years of practice at this. Jim felt a shiver run through him at that notion, and licked his lips again as Blake placed one hand on his thigh, the other still slow-stroking his cock.
“Can I fuck you, Uncle Jim?” he asked, voice low and deep and respectful.
Jim felt a swell of love for the kid inside, matched by the swell of his cock. He nodded, smiling.
“Been lookin’ forward to it, son,” he said, and there was that little flare in Blake’s eyes again. “Come on, stud – show me what you can do.”
“Yes sir,” Blake nodded, a hungry grin spreading across his face as he stepped up to the plate.
“Aw fuck, yeah,” Jim groaned as he felt Blake’s thickness sliding inside of him. Blake had taken his time entering him, probing at his thoroughly tenderized, lube-slicked hole, letting Jim get to know him down there. Not that he needed to – he was built like his father from head to toe, cock very much included, and it was like an old familiar friend, a best bud of long standing, as Blake inched it inside of him, getting the thick head of it past the ring, giving Jim a moment to get the feel of him. Then with one strong hand clasping Jim’s beefy hip, Blake nodded to him and pushed on inside, a firm but restrained stroke that hinted at the power the kid had in his trim, athletic hips.
“Yeah buddy,” Hugh growled beside them, and the glance Blake shot at him was pure heat.
“Fuck you feel good, stud,” Jim grunted, and Blake turned that boyishly pleased smile on him, before fixing him with a more intent, manly look as he slowly, smoothly fed him his remaining inches, all the way to the root in one long, gliding thrust.
“You got me, Uncle Jim,” Blake murmured. Jim let out a moan of pure contentment, feeling Blake throbbing inside of him, reflexively tightening up around the kid’s big cock, dragging a ragged grunt from the big young stud.
“Attaboy, son,” Hugh said, reaching over to squeeze Blake’s bulging triceps, and the two men shared another long look, freighted with love and pride, and hunger too.
The kid looked better than ever, big pecs perfectly formed, crowned with two stiff red-brown nips just like his father’s, big and prominent and begging to be sucked. If he were ten or fifteen years younger and still had that kind of flexibility, Jim would’ve curled up and sucked each one of them. But for now, he contented himself with running big hands up Blake’s muscled arms, down over his pecs, just at the limits of his reach. Now it was his turn to receive that look from Blake, pride and awe and lust, and yeah, more than a little love in it too.
Jim bathed in that look for a moment, the feeling of Blake’s big hands stroking over his skin, the throb of his cock inside of him, the heat and scent rolling off the stud kid, redolent of his father’s natural masculine scent, but with notes of his own, too. Blake's hands slid up his spread thighs and then back down again, taking hold of his hips, his eyebrows raised, asking for permission.
“Yeah, stud,” Jim said, voice suddenly thick, husky. “Let’s see what you got.”
What Blake had was talent, a natural cocksman’s stroke game, an athlete’s power and control coiled inside his hips and core. He fucked Jim with a jock’s prowess and a lover’s concentration, working Jim’s hole and insides and prostate over with a series of beautifully executed fuckstrokes, using his length and girth to their full advantage inside the big man. He had his father’s knack for reading Jim’s face and body, knowing what was feeling good for him, when to pick up the pace, when to slow it down.
“Fucking beautiful, buddy,” Hugh growled, Jim nodding in agreement.
“Your boy can fuck, brother,” he half-moaned, as Blake grinned with that mix of modesty and pride and heat, corkscrewing his hips, shifting his cock inside Jim’s tight-clutching tunnel in a way that had his toes curling, gasping with pleasure as Hugh rumbled his approval beside him. Then he drew his hips back, pulling most of his ample length out, before thrusting back into the root with a solid, strong thrust, looming over Jim, meeting the older man’s gasping mouth with his own and covering it, filling his mouth with his probing tongue as he filled his hole with his eager cock.
“That’s my boy!” Hugh cheered, and Jim could hear the smack of his buddy’s hand on his son’s flexed ass, Blake grunting along with it into Jim’s mouth. Jim could feel Hugh’s hand trailing over his flesh, and when his touch disappeared, he knew it was caressing over his son’s statuesque form. That just made all this even hotter, the seamless flow building between them, the three of them moving together now. When Blake pulled back from his mouth, leaning back up to give himself leverage so he could fuck Jim at a different, equally toe-curling angle, Hugh was right there, breath hot on Jim’s lips as he instinctively turned to meet his fuckbud’s searching kiss.
“Fuck, you two look good together,” Blake grunted above them, and Hugh broke the kiss briefly to reply.
“And you look great with us, son,” he said, turning back to Jim to plunge his tongue hungrily back into his mouth, running one hand over his beefy left pec and squeezing it.
“Fuck yeah,” Blake murmured, and set to fucking Jim harder.
“I want a piece of you too, fucker,” Jim growled to Hugh when they pulled apart again, several minutes later.
“Yeah, stud?” Hugh grinned, running his hand down Jim’s sweaty trunk to find the hard, sticky throb of his drooling cock, giving it a slow, 1-2 stroke. Jim grunted at that and clamped his hand over Hugh’s thick wrist, feeling the load roiling inside his fat balls. He wanted to ride that surging pleasure inside of him longer, savor the sweet singing ache in his loins as Hugh’s big stud kid masterfully fucked him, very much like his father did, but with his own distinct skills and rhythms in the mix, too.
“Hell yeah,” Jim said. “How many guys will ever get to say they got spit-roasted by a real dad and son?”
Hugh growled deep in his throat at that, eyes flaring. “You will, brother,” he said, leaning in to lick a bead of sweat from Jim’s temple, giving him one of those deep looks that warmed Jim all the way through. “Hopefully often.”
“Oh hell yes,” Blake grunted above them, and the two men grinned at him, before Hugh climbed up onto his knees. The way Blake’s eyes hungrily swept over his father’s frame was unmistakable, zeroing in on the fat, leaking sway of his big paternal cock, then meeting his eyes again.
“We gonna take this big humpy fucker together, son?” Hugh said, voice thick with desire and something deeper, something connecting the two of them.
“Yessssss,” Blake half-whispered, eyes getting big and excited, tracking every movement of his father’s body as Hugh squeezed his brawny young shoulder, then shifted up the bed towards Jim’s head. “Let’s fuck him, Dad.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jim moaned, watching the way the Burton men smiled at each other, and he wondered how fucked-up it would be to fall for both father and son together.
For now, though, Hugh was giving him something much more immediate to think about, and just as big, looming by his face, several inches, hard as a teenager’s, thick and sticky and musky with sex and promise. Jim shifted his head over and flicked his tongue at it, groaning with hungry, husky satisfaction at the taste, as familiar as his own by this point, after all these years. Hugh chuckled lustily and pushed his hips forward, giving more of the cock Jim loved as much as his own – though down below, Blake was really starting to give his father a run for his money in that department.
Jim reached out and took that handsome piece in hand, guiding it in, flicking warm eyes up at his best friend as he opened up and slid his lips down the handsome girth of it, his tongue gliding down the underside, salty and tangy and tasting purely of man, sweat and precum and pure unadulterated fuckmusk. He growled happily to himself as Hugh pressed forward, working together with skill and ease and a deep connection.
“Good boy,” Hugh rumbled quietly, deeply above him, stroking thick fingers over Jim’s sweaty, stubbled cheek and jaw with a lover’s lightness of touch, and Jim couldn’t help but moan in response, to the words and the touch and the sheer depth of their connection.
Hugh kept moving, Jim’s head and suckling mouth moving with him, nursing on the rich tang of his lover’s cock as the big guy got into position, knees and thick thighs astride Jim’s head as he grabbed one of the pillows from behind him and slid it considerately under Jim’s neck and shoulders. That let Jim’s head tilt back and opened up a smooth, wet, clutching pathway for his cock, all the way down Jim’s throat. Jim moaned deep in his beefy chest as Hugh braced his head with his big ex-ballplayer mitts and slid inside him, slow and smooth and considerate, but relentless all the same. Jim swallowed just as relentlessly, letting himself be filled from the top down, just like Hugh’s stud of a son was filling him from the bottom up.
In amongst the intense assault on his senses and his orifices, the rich smell of Hugh’s bull balls as they grazed along his nose, the delicious intensity of Blake’s big young cock touching all of his spots as he thrust up into him, Jim got a crazy mental image of the Burtons’ big, hard cocks meeting in the middle, deep in his core, the fat, drooling heads of them meeting, kissing, pressing together, and he felt his own cock bounce at the notion, crazy and impossible as it was. He let the image recede in his mind, behind the fog of pure unadulterated manlust happily clouding it, and focused all his attention on breathing and swallowing and the sounds of lusty contentment his best friend was making above him.
The army had taught Jim to be a soldier, but it was the soldiers who’d taught him how to suck cock, way back when, and he’d only gotten better and better at it – and he’d been pretty gifted at it in the first place. Here in Hugh’s bedroom was the one place outside his own mind he could feel proud of that, the one space where a married suburban father could really revel in how well he could take another man’s cock. Hugh backed up his gratified, lusty moans from above with the smooth thrust of his powerful hips, fucking his face and throat with a kind of relentless grace that belied his big, brawny physique. Down below, he could feel Blake’s fuckstrokes shifting too, falling into rhythm with his father, the two big Burton men pumping him deeply at each end, father modeling the ideal to his son, how to fuck a man and fuck him right.
Maybe it was being the center of their powerful attentions, the privilege of being the man who got to take them on together first, or maybe it was just Hugh’s balls crowding his nose, filling what air Jim could breathe in with musky humidity. Whatever it was, Jim could feel himself getting a little light-headed, a little high off the powerful vibe and feelings coursing through him, through the three of them together. He knew he’d have to stop soon, or at least get Hugh to back off some, so he could get more than just cock down his airway. But for now, he was exactly where he wanted to be, savoring all the tastes and scents and sensations of being thoroughly skewered by the two hottest men he’d ever known.
Blake was doing his utmost to fuck Jim right, as Jim worked his considerable skills to suck Hugh down, Hugh relishing it all as he reached down to palm, stroke, then intently thumb Jim’s stiff tits, making them sing along with every other erotic nerve in his body. He reached up behind Hugh, clapped both hands on the powerful, thrusting muscles of his hairy ass, and growled deep in his throat, around his buddy’s big cock, as he enjoyed this wild ride.
“How’s that ass, buddy?” he heard Hugh rumble above him.
“So fuckin’ good, Dad,” Blake moaned back. “He this good for you?”
“Every damn time,” Hugh said, reaching down to stroke Jim’s pecs, and Jim couldn’t help but moan in response, to the touch and the warmth in his best friend’s voice. “Best I ever had.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Blake grunted, switching up the pace to give Jim a sequence of, hard, fast thrusts with his powerful young cock.
“You’re fuckin’ him just how he likes it, son,” Hugh went on, and god damn, the man knew how to set off those secondary waves of erotic electricity all through him, Jim thought. “Doin’ me proud, stud.”
“Aw Dad, fuck,” Blake hissed, and Jim could sure relate to the helplessly turned-on, lost-for-words tone in his voice.
Talking with his son just seemed to spur Hugh on even further, making him thrust harder and deeper down Jim’s throat. Jim was willing, sure, and plenty accommodating, but Hugh was a big boy and a lot to take, even with their long experience together, and soon he was starting to really feel the effects, starting to see little dots at the edge of his vision from lack of oxygen. He tapped Hugh’s thrusting, flexing ass with both hands in warning, and Hugh immediately backed off, backing his long, thick shaft out of Jim’s throat. Jim couldn’t help himself even as he sucked air in through his nostrils, making sure to give the retreating head of Hugh’s cock a thorough tongue-bath, making the big guy growl and clutch the sides of his head a little tighter as he extracted himself.
“Jesus Christ, Uncle Jim, look at you,” Blake half-gasped, and Jim knew he looked a sight, eyes red and streaming from the effort of deep-throating Hugh, his lips red and slick with spit, long silvery threads of it connecting them to Hugh’s withdrawing cock. “Fuck,” Blake grunted as he watched Jim lick his lips clean with a hungry grin and a wink, followed by Hugh bending down swiftly to kiss him and share it, the two big men grunting into a hot, sloppy, hungry mankiss that had them clutching at each other, riding the manly intensity of their bond. All the while, Blake picked up his pace, fucking Jim with even more determination and hungry young energy, as he watched the men go deep on each other’s mouths.
“Look at you, buddy,” Jim said when they separated, voice thick with spit and lust, reaching up to stroke over the bulging muscles of Blake’s arms, curling up as best he could to trace the bunched power of his broad shoulders, grunting as the angle changed the way Blake’s cock hit him inside. “Fuckin’ stud kid,” he added with a lusty growl, Hugh grunting behind him in agreement.
“Look at this studly fucker you made, brother,” he said to Hugh. “Your boy.”
Hugh grunted in agreement again, and just like Jim, his gaze was locked on the sight before them. Blake looked incredible, the muscles of his arms bulging as he held fast to Jim’s hips, his torso a wall of articulating muscles as he fucked, his pecs pumped up and starting to gleam with sweat, his abs flexing and shifting, every muscle in his upper body seeming to bulge with the athletic pump of the masterful fuck he was delivering. Fuck muscles, Jim thought hungrily.
Above all that was his face, a study of focus and concentration, hunger and heat, alternating between the broad, delighted grin of a guy enjoying his favorite pastime, and the wrinkled forehead and gasping, open mouth of a man in utter thrall to his lust, to the intensity of fucking another man, and fucking him well. He’d always been a good-looking kid, growing handsomer as each year passed, his features resolving, strengthening, refining into manhood. Jim could see all that in him now, the boy he’d first gotten to know over a decade ago, the strapping teen athlete he’d grown into, and now the man he’d fast become. More than that, Jim could see so much of Hugh in him, and never more than now, beads of sweat on his fine brow, the flush of lust and exertion coloring his cheeks, the intensity in his gaze as he stared down at Jim and drove his thick young cock relentlessly up inside of him.
He looks just like Hugh did our first time, Jim thought with a kind of deja-vu awe, and the memory of that incredible first time with his best friend, the power of their connection, and the sight of Blake in full lover’s form with him now all came together for him in a way they hadn’t so far tonight. It was like a second layer of heat spreading up through him, complementing and reinforcing the waves of lust and desire already flowing through his frame.
To his side and above him, Hugh was stroking Jim’s shoulders, running a big hand through his sweaty, close-cropped hair, breaking away to jack his cock as he enjoyed the show. Jim glanced up at his lover and saw him in utter thrall, staring at his son, drinking in the sight of him – drinking in him – in that way Jim had never seen him do before, a powerful mix of love and pride and desire. Hugh seemed to sense Jim’s gaze on him, looking down at him with a sudden furtive embarrassment and an uncharacteristic blush. Jim reached over and squeezed his forearm, nodding up at him, man to man, one father to another.
“He’s beautiful,” Jim grunted. “Your boy, brother.”
He’d never seen Hugh smile the way he did at that, relief and gratitude and paternal pride all mixed together, and he found himself reaching up to pull the big man back down to him, their lips brushing against each other.
“Thank you,” he murmured against Hugh’s lips, before they crushed against his, Hugh’s tongue almost desperately seeking his out, hungry and needful and powerfully connected.
When their kiss wound its way to its end, Hugh crawled over Jim’s sweaty form, stroking one hand down through the sweat along the center of his torso as that big tongue of his licked over the thickness of Jim’s beefy frame, muscles jiggling from Blake’s increasingly powerful fucking. Their fuck styles were a little different in the details, but at the core, Hugh and his son had the same rhythm, their bodies giving off the same signals, and Jim knew they were well and truly in the home stretch now. On the one hand, he was ready, more than ready; on the other, he never wanted any of this to end. But it would, and soon, if his own throbbing, drooling cock had any say in the matter. It was all gonna end spectacularly, he knew it.
Hugh’s breath on his cock just made it bounce even more urgently, leaking a thicker stream of precum onto his sweaty stomach, and both Jim and Blake moaned as Hugh’s big tongue lapped up Jim’s pre. He swabbed the sweat and juice from Jim’s belly, following a strand of pre back up to the angry red head of Jim’s cock, wrapping his lips and tongue around it and working his way down almost to the root, almost into the sweaty mesh of his son’s pubes on Blake’s in-stroke, growling happily, hungrily as he did.
“Fuck, Dad,” Blake grunted, and from the way he smiled as he stared down at his father swallowing Jim’s cock, Jim knew there was some serious, electric eye contact going on between them. Hugh reached up to grip Blake’s muscle-corded forearm and squeezed as he bobbed up and down on Jim’s cock. Then he slowly backed up off it, leaving it gleaming with his saliva. Swabbed Jim’s stomach with his tongue again, savoring his sweat and musk. Looked over his big shoulder to lock eyes with Jim. Jim felt his stomach flutter, knowing something real big was going down now, and in the instinct-driven heat of the moment, he just nodded at his best friend.
Hugh nodded back at him, rubbed his hand almost tenderly down Jim’s torso, then turned back to his son, still smiling down at him with awe and wonder and a kind of delight. Hugh dipped his head to slide the warm, wet width of his tongue down the length of Jim’s cock, from tip to root, making him moan and clutch at his best friend’s beefy shoulder. And then seamlessly he licked across Jim’s big, almost achingly full balls, just as Blake fucked up into Jim’s throbbing hole, Hugh slipping an arm around his son’s tight waist to hold him in place. Then Hugh leaned forward and licked up Blake’s lower stomach, and from the way the big kid moaned, Jim was sure it was all over, and he was about to get the creaming of his life.
But no, Blake managed to hold back. Hugh paused for a moment, and it felt to Jim like time had frozen, nothing but the sounds of the three men breathing heavily. Blake looked down to his father, then across to Jim, a mix of desire and something like confusion on his face. Jim just nodded back, and Blake answered it with one of his own, uncertain. Then his hand moved hesitantly to the back of Hugh’s head and rested there.
“Dad…” he said softly, the boy he used to be coming back out in his voice. Jim couldn’t see the look that must have passed between them, but he saw the corners of Blake’s mouth twitch up, and then a smile slowly spread across his face as he looked down at his father. Hugh let out a low murmur in response, and then Blake moaned and curled his fingers into Hugh’s sweaty hair, closing his eyes as Hugh went back to work on him. It was a powerfully erotic moment in its own right, and Jim found himself gripping his throbbing cock tightly as he stared in surprised awe at the two men before him, father and son, letting the lust that had been coursing between all three of them bind them tighter in the moment.
Hugh licked lustily up his son’s muscled belly, following the trail of hair that was coming in stronger across his abs now, on its way to mirroring his father’s dense, virile furline. All Jim could do was let out a gasping breath at the sight, his best friend stroking his tongue up his own son’s fuck-pumped stomach, up to his chest, Blake staring down at him with a kind of dumb, horny awe. Jim could feel the kid’s cock throbbing inside him, and he was pretty sure if he squeezed him with his hole, the show would be over. So he pushed back that urge and held as still as he could, hand on his cock, unwilling to do anything that might break this sudden, intense new moment.
Hugh rose up on his knees as he reached Blake’s big chest, burying his nose and lips in the little thicket of manly fur in the deep cleft between them. Jim could hear him inhaling the kid’s scent, and watched as Hugh handled his own cock, halfway between a stroke and a squeeze as he savored his big stud of a son up real close. Blake was cupping the back of his head now, and looking as much like his father as he did, it was like a reversal of the typical father-son embrace, Blake mirroring the way his father used to hold him close after a loss on the field when he was just a kid. It was powerful, emotional, sensual all at once, and again Jim felt the profound privilege of being able to witness it in person, to be invited into the Burton men’s intimate bond, one which was growing even more intimate with every passing minute.
Hugh nuzzled his way up through the thatch of fur on his son’s chest, rising up to his full height slowly as he stroked his lips up Blake’s thick neck. Blake tilted his head to one side, opening himself up to his father’s attentions, his eyes drifting closed, something like ecstasy on his face, the ghost of a smile traced on his lips as he moaned softly. Hugh’s hand left his cock and stroked across Blake’s stomach, squeezing his hip, then rose up his flank, up the swell of his perfectly formed lat as his lips worked up to his son’s ear.
Jim couldn’t hear what Hugh murmured softly to his son, just the quiet, deep rumble of his voice, the way Blake squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, murmuring, “Yeah, Dad,” back to him. Jim didn’t need to hear the words – they weren’t his to hear, after all. They were just for Hugh and Blake, between father and son. But he could feel the way Blake’s cock throbbed inside of him, and that was all he needed to know. Found himself smiling fondly at the two of them, locked in their intimate clinch.
“I do too,” Blake said in reply to whatever private words his father had shared with him, and the two men smiled at each other. Two sides of the same coin, that mirror-image thing again as they gazed at each other. Even more so when they both leaned in closer at the same time, and brushed their lips softly together, compressing against each other in a soft, lingering kiss.
Ah god damn, Jim thought as his cock throbbed and bubbled even more pre in the tight grip of his fist. He let out a low, long sigh as he took in the amazing intimacy of them, etching it into his memory.
“Ah buddy,” Hugh rumbled, full of feeling. Blake grazed his lips against his father’s and murmured back, “Yeah, Dad.”
It was tough to say which of them went for it first, but it seemed just as likely that it happened at the same time. Either way, their lips parted and they connected, the Burton men kissing each other truly for the first time, the gleam of their tongues visible in the low light from the bedside lamp, Blake’s younger-sounding moan matched by his father’s deeper one as those tongues connected and their open mouths fastened to one another. Blake’s cock pulsed even harder inside Jim as he slid his muscular arms around his father’s thick, powerful frame, the two of them gripping each other tighter as they moaned deeper, the sounds of their hungry lips and tongues filling the air over the bed.
Jim let out a ragged breath, trying his damnedest not to just rapid-stroke his cock and blow his roiling load at the sight. He’d always loved kissing, especially another man, particularly Hugh, and watching two men kiss had long been his favorite thing to see. He’d experienced both of the Burton men’s skills at it, and he could only imagine how it must have felt for each of them, to be kissing each other, openmouthed and hungry, on fire with fast-building manly lust, groping at each other as their tongues entwined in perhaps the ultimate act of incestuous intimacy, Blake’s cock throbbing intensely inside Jim the entire time.
The two of them were unrestrained, like they’d torn the lid off something that had been roiling inside of them for a long time, and Jim couldn’t help wondering about that. How long they’d been sharing this home together, two handsome, virile men, and the secrets they might have been holding close to themselves. As deeply involved as he and Hugh had been, especially these past few years, Jim had never picked up on the barest hint of anything like this from him, the intensity of the desire Hugh was showing his studly only son. The way Blake’s eyes had flared the other day when Jim had called him “son” in the midst of their first hookup, sure, that had been a little bit of a sign, but nothing approaching the lusty way Blake was kissing his father back now, clutching at the thick-muscled beef of his frame, letting the man who’d made and raised him enfold him in his big arms and take him deeper.
He could have watched them all night, and from the looks of them, the hungry way they were devouring each other, he suspected the Burton men could have kept going like this all night, too. Maybe it was just the culmination of the rising, lusty intensity of the night so far; maybe it was the first bloom of some long-simmering, powerful attraction between them. Either way, it was fucking spectacular, and now that some of the initial surprise had started to fade as he watched, Jim felt that enveloping glow of love for these men. Something like pride in them, and a sense of joy that they’d found this connection together. That he’d been the catalyst for it, in a way.
Hugh and Blake’s kiss eventually slowed, less intense, more sensuous, and Jim loved the way Blake was smiling around the edges as he and his father let their tongues dance. His eyes gleamed as he regarded his father, then looked sideways to Jim, crinkling around the edges as he included Jim in that smile, even as his cheeks colored a little. Jim smiled right back at him, nodding, his cock still throbbing in his tightly clenched fist. Hugh was the one to finally break it, leaving Blake to lick his lips, looking a little dreamy, especially when Hugh reached up to ruffle his son’s hair affectionately.
“OK, buddy?” Hugh said. Blake looked at his father, almost uncertain there for a moment, looking yet again like the boy he used to be. But then that handsome smile he’d inherited from his father broke across his face as he nodded, squeezing his arms around his father’s big frame.
“Yeah, Dad,” he said, voice thick and a little husky. “Better than OK.”
“Good,” Hugh smiled, pecking his lips softly and slowly like he had when he’d started them up like this. This time, when Hugh pulled back, Blake took a long moment to look at him, then brought his hand up to cup the back of his father’s head, leaned in, and kissed him, another slow, languid, deep exchange of tongues, this time with Blake leading.
Hugh chuckled when they finally separated. “Yeah, I guess you are.”
Blake blushed a little and dipped his head modestly. “Just wanted another shot at that, in case we never get to do it again,” he said, flicking his eyes back up at his father’s again, a look that read as playful and hopeful at once.
Hugh rumbled deep in his chest and stroked his big hands up and down Blake’s muscular flanks, leaning back a little to look his big, studly son almost ostentatiously.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that, son,” he said, his voice amused and carrying an undercurrent of heat that seemed to stroke Blake’s balls the way it did Jim’s.
“Fuck yeah,” Blake said, awed and dreamy at once, smiling in response to his father’s wide, sexy grin. “Anytime, Dad, you fuckin’ stud.”
Hugh let out a low, rumbling bass growl that Jim felt in his core, then slid his thick, hairy forearm round Blake’s waist. The two of them turned to look down at Jim, still sprawled out below them, still stuffed with Blake’s big cock, still trying not to cum. But not for much longer – after all this, Jim was more than ready to go.
“Sorry, brother,” Hugh said with a bit of a shit-eating grin, reaching down to squeeze Jim’s flank, then trail his fingers over his chest. “Didn’t mean to leave you high and dry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jim grinned back, lifting his cock-holding hand to show them the thick coating of precum lining his palm, a long strand of it connecting the head of his cock and his thumb. “Do I look dry to you?”
Hugh let out a playful growl at that, but it was Blake who reached for his wrist, bending forward to bring it up level with his face, then leaning in, eyes on Jim’s, and slowly licking it up.
“Oh god damn, buddy,” Jim growled, as Hugh rumbled his lusty approval too, even more so when Blake bent nearly double again, lifting Jim’s head to kiss him. Jim devoured his tongue, his own taste thick on it, and fed him plenty in return too, as Hugh ran one big hand over each of their bodies.
“I think we’ve neglected our guest long enough, son,” he said.
“I think you’re right, Dad,” Blake said with a grin when he pulled back from the kiss, grinning at Jim and looking him deep in the eyes as he drew his hips back, and thrust the full length of his cock back up inside Jim once more.
“Aw fuck, you two,” Jim moaned, shaking his head in disbelief. How had he lucked out like this? Well, he could ponder the mysteries of fate later on. There were more urgent matters at hand.
“Maybe him,” Blake grinned, building up his fuckstrokes slowly, steadily, nodding his head at his father. “But not me.”
He gave Jim that direct look again, and between that, his thick young cock doing a number on his insides once more, his smile, the way he looked so much like the hot single-dad neighbor Jim had first fooled around with over a decade ago, Jim was seeing stars all around.
“Not yet, anyway, Uncle Jim,” the kid added, right as he thrust his full length to the hilt inside Jim, and then bent in again to kiss him some more as he fucked him.
When Blake bent back up from their long, deep, hungry kiss, he got a real focused look on his face, and set to work fucking Jim in earnest. His strokes were stronger, faster, more intent now, displaying his fuck game for Jim and Hugh, justifiably proud of his studly abilities. Hugh took the opportunity to swoop in, taking Jim’s cock back in his hand, swallowing it to the root with that surprising swiftness he could bring. Jim clutched at Blake’s big arm with one hand, and the back of Hugh’s head with the other, and let the Burton men take him higher.
All too soon – though he supposed it was long overdue, really, by this point – Jim could feel his load coming, and this time, it was coming hard, coming fast, undeniable and inevitable now. Before, he’d been doing his damnedest to hold it back, sure he’d never get the chance to experience all this again. But it sure as hell seemed like the Burton men weren’t just open to more, they were eager for it, with him and each other. This wouldn’t be the last time he got to ride this intense, incredible wave with them, he was certain of it.
Hugh came up off his cock, took Blake’s focused face in one big hand, and met him in a long, lusty kiss, the two of them grunting as they swapped tongues and spit and the rich taste of Jim’s throbbing cock. Hugh looked back down at Jim, saw the look on his face, the way his mouth was starting to gape, his brow creasing, the flush on his chest, the way his eyes were starting to get all distant – all the signs he knew well, from long and deep experience.
“He’s ready, son,” he said to Blake, still looking deep into Jim’s eyes. “Let’s bring your Uncle Jim home, stud.”
“Ah Jesus,” Jim panted. It was like Hugh’s voice, his words were summoning his load. Looking up at the two of them, Hugh’s handsome, knowing face, and the near-identical one on his son just above his shoulder, the two of them looking perfectly identical now as they gave him the same lusty, encouraging look, right down to the way they were nodding at him now… that was just about the cherry on top of all this.
Blake wrapped one arm companionably round his father’s neck, sank his long fingers into the beefy flesh of Jim’s hip, and curled his hips, working his lower abs more with each stroke now, making his cock hit Jim in a whole new way now, a way that was the last straw. Hugh just capped it off by wrapping his big paw around the throb of Jim’s cock and giving it the perfect finishing stroke.
“Come on, brother,” he rumbled. “Show my boy how good you look when you cum.”
“Yeah, Uncle Jim,” Blake panted. “Show me how you look when my Dad brings you off.”
“Fuck that,” Jim moaned. “Show me how you bring me off, stud.”
Blake’s eyes sparked at that, as he let out a low, lusty growl and fucked him faster, and it was all over for Jim. He clutched Blake’s forearm with one hand, the beefy mass of Hugh’s upper arm with the other, fingers digging deep into the flesh of both Burton men, then let out a long, loud, guttural cry, and came for them. Came hard, his hips lifting off the sweaty covers, growling as his cock started to pump his seed, hot and thick and abundant, all up the sweaty, heaving beef of his torso. He’d always been a big shooter, but he swore he’d never shot like this, jet after jet of hot, thick seed painting his flesh as his lover and his lover’s son urged him on with nods and growls and strokes and thrusts.
“God, look at him cum, Dad,” Blake gasped through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust, Hugh growling in response.
“Look at you making him cum, son,” Hugh said, and shit, if he wasn’t already thoroughly emptying his balls, that might have been enough to get Jim going all over again.
Jim flopped back on the covers, big chest heaving, lightheaded and slightly delirious, feeling the uncontrollable grin splitting his face. Hugh slowly milked the last thick dribbles from his cock, while above them both, Blake gritted his teeth, betraying his own closeness, riding the edge of his own load.
“My turn,” he gasped. Hugh moved with that stealthy quickness he had, up on his feet at the end of the bed, hip to hip with his son, slipping his arm round the big kid’s tight waist, his other hand stroking his cock. Jim gazed at them both and put his ass to work, milking Blake’s cock as best he could as he shuddered through the last waves of his own orgasm, unable to stop smiling.
“Can’t wait to see, buddy,” Hugh murmured to his son, Blake turning to him with a rapt, spacey expression, nodding at his father. “So fuckin’ proud of you, big guy.”
“Aw Dad,” Blake moaned, the two of them leaning in at the same time, meeting in the middle with lips parted and tongues already emerging, kissing with hunger and love and pent-up desire. Blake started to whimper into their kiss, Hugh rumbling in reply, his hand beating his big paternal cock faster and faster as they devoured each other’s mouths.
“Cum for me, son,” Hugh growled against Blake’s lips. “Cum for your Dad.”
Blake just moaned, and fucking hell he sounded like Hugh right then, as he thrust his hips hard, powering his cock up inside Jim’s clutching hole, one-two-three.
“Yeah, let’s cum together, buddy,” Hugh growled, his voice tight in a way Jim knew well. The two of them came together in another kiss, and just like that, Hugh was raining his thick, hot cum across Jim’s belly, up the valley between his pecs, his seed overlaying Jim’s.
Beside him, Blake moaned and shuddered, and just as Jim thought the big stud kid was going to breed him, Blake yanked his hips back, freeing his big, gleaming, angry-headed cock from Jim’s hole and taking it in hand. Jim barely had time to gasp at the sudden emptiness inside him, before Blake triggered himself off with a quick 1–2 stroke, joining his father in shooting ropes of thick Burton cum across the heaving terrain of Jim’s torso.
“God, you stud fuckers,” Jim groaned, playing his fingers through the fast-accumulating stripes of cum, even as Blake continued to shoot, shivering in his father’s half-embrace. It was a big load, easily the equal of his father’s – a big, healthy young load from a big, healthy young stud. Hugh nuzzled at his son’s shoulder and neck, looking proud and content as he milked the last of his load from his cock, supporting his boy as Blake squirted the last of damn near a dozen shots.
Blake leaned into his father, slipping his arm round his waist, and let out a long, loping chuckle that Hugh soon joined in as they rested their heads against each other and looked down at Jim. Jim grinned at them, swirling his fingers through the streaks of cum, fixing them with a gaze as he slid his sticky fingers into his mouth and sampled their combined efforts.
“Fuckkkkkk…” Blake murmured at the sight, as Hugh grinned down at Jim, nodding slightly.
“How’s my boy taste, brother?” he said as Jim smacked his lips, letting out a deep-chested rumble of approval.
“As good as his Dad, at the very least,” he said, winking at Blake. “Maybe better. Fresher, for sure.”
“Well shit, here I thought you loved this fine vintage,” Hugh said, gesturing at himself, and Jim had to laugh.
“What can I say,” Jim said, pushing himself upright and shuffling his ass to the end of the bed, taking both Burton cocks in hand. “I got a… what do they call it… a diverse palate.”
Jim leaned in and slowly sucked Hugh’s still-hard cock to the root, savoring the rich, familiar flavors of his best friend. He sucked his buddy’s thick length clean, then licked his lips and did the same for Blake, savoring the way the kid moaned and clutched the back of his head. Maybe Blake tasted a little sweeter than his father did, a little less seasoned. But close enough to identical, and just as savory, for sure.
“Why don’t you see for yourself, brother,” Jim said thickly, sitting up, reaching for the back of Hugh’s neck to pull him down, meeting him halfway. Hugh didn’t hesitate to open up to him, growling as Jim slid his thick tongue into his welcoming mouth, tangy with his son’s cum. The two men grunted together as Hugh ran his big, wide, wet tongue all around Jim’s mouth, swabbing up the traces of his son’s young cum, swallowing it down hungrily.
Two strong hands reached for Jim’s flanks, the Burton men pulling him up to join them, Jim pulling back from his kiss with Hugh to bring Blake into it. Blake met Jim’s mouth as eagerly as his father had, maybe even more so.
“You taste damn fine, buddy,” Hugh murmured to his son, and Blake made a needful noise into Jim’s mouth, then pulled back, reaching for his father now, kissing him gratefully, hungrily, right in front of Jim’s face. Their arms slipped round his waist together and drew him in, into them, and soon they were making room for him to join them in their languid incestuous kiss. Of all the incredibly fine things they’d shared with him tonight, Jim thought that this might just be the finest of them all. He didn’t bother trying to compare them anymore; he just savored the experience of them both, together, and let himself become one with them.
* * * * *
“Fuck, I hate that I gotta go,” he said a little later, the three of them packed into the big glass shower stall in Hugh’s bathroom. He’d always loved showering up with Hugh after they fucked, the way they languidly soaped each other up and kissed and enjoyed the afterglow together. But it was a real trip, now, getting to experience Blake like this now too, feeling up his big young muscles, his strong young frame somehow familiar but new too.
He could tell Hugh was enjoying it just as much as he was, and he was glad there didn’t seem to be any awkwardness between father and son, after all they’d done together tonight. It had been an amazing night, a real gamechanger, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how much bigger it was for the Burton men. He envied Hugh, in a way – not in a bad sense, just a kind of wistfulness, getting to bond with his son like this. The two of them had a connection that Jim couldn’t fully share, a father and his son discovering each other as men in a whole new way, and perhaps themselves too. Jim hoped it could continue to be good for them, between them. What they’d all done tonight was the kind of thing that could fuck everything up, and he loved both these men too much to see that happen. He’d never forgive himself if it did, for playing the part in it that he had.
For now, though, things between the two of them seemed real tight, as solid and strong as they’d always been, overlaid with a different kind of closeness now. Even better, they were making him feel a part of it, their bonded connection. He sure hoped they’d continue to know each other like they had tonight, and get to know each other even more. That he could continue being a part of it, and that the Burton men would continue to explore their connection on their own together, too.
“You know there’s always a place for you here, brother,” Hugh said, looking at Jim with warm eyes that made him tingle deep inside, squeezing his hip fondly.
“Plenty of room for you, Uncle Jim,” Blake added, pressing a soft-lipped kiss to his shoulder and smiling at him. Jim saw the boy he’d watched grow up in that smile, and the man Blake had become too. Felt that glow of paternal pride inside himself, as he stroked his knuckles over the kid’s big left pec.
“Not gonna get between you two,” Jim said. “If you guys… you know…”
From the warm look that shot between Hugh and Blake, Jim knew they would. After tonight, as beautiful as they were together, as tightly bonded as they already were, how could they not?
“Shit, brother, I was kinda hoping to get you between us again,” Hugh grinned, reaching down to give Jim’s hanging cock a slow, soapy stroke that threatened to start things up all over again. And really, would that be such a bad thing?
“And besides,” Blake added, stroking his soapy hand over the thick, powerful swell of Jim’s ass, “I think it’s me who won’t be getting between you two.”
Jim shot Hugh a look, and the two men chuckled together, their long history as lovers laid bare to Blake in every sense tonight. Blake looked at them both, from one to the other, an encouraging smile on his handsome young face.
“I dunno, stud, I kinda think your Dad and me might have some different ideas about that,” Jim said, stroking his knuckles down the muscles of Blake’s trunk, down into the soapy tangle of his bush, trailing fingertips down the length of his thick cock, savoring the way it responded to his touch. “But that’s for another time.”
“Can’t come soon enough,” Blake half-moaned, his cock starting to thicken, Hugh leaning in to nuzzle his son’s neck in a way that was both tender and sensual, and sexy as hell.
“Don’t worry, we know you can come again and again, son,” Hugh rumbled, as Blake moaned softly at their attentions. “I know I could at your age.”
“And we know you’re every bit the man your Dad is,” Jim said, pressing a kiss of his own to Blake’s other shoulder, reaching behind him to squeeze his spectacular young ass.
“One hell of a man in your own right, too,” Hugh added, and whatever else he might have said was swallowed by his son’s hungry, lusty kiss.
Jim watched the Burtons kiss again, two similar faces, two similar men, perfect counterparts to each other, and he knew things were going to be OK in the end. Even better than that along the way, for sure. He looked forward to being as much of a part of it as he could be, with the man he knew so well, and the one he was getting to know in his own right. They slipped their forearms around his waist and drew him close, and Jim slipped his own arms around their backs and let himself be drawn, ready to discover more of how alike they were, and how much their own men they were too.
The End
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