The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, sealing the three of us in a world that felt both forbidden and electric. Malik’s commanding presence filled the room as he loosened his shirt, his muscular chest heaving with anticipation. My dad stood beside him, his hands already roaming over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with sweat and arousal, and I could feel my pulse quickening as the reality of what we were about to do sank in.
My dad’s lips crashed into mine first, his tongue slipping past my teeth with a hunger that made my knees weak. His hands cupped my face, holding me there as if he didn’t want to let go. Meanwhile, Malik’s large, calloused hands slid under my shirt, tugging it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit my skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat building inside me.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Malik growled, his voice low and dark as his fingers traced the outline of my abs. “Dreaming about us taking you together?”
I moaned into my dad’s mouth, unable to form words as Malik’s hands moved lower, undoing my belt with practiced ease. My pants pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before them. My cock throbbed, already hard and leaking with desire.
Malik wasted no time sinking to his knees, his hands gripping my hips possessively as he took my dick into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue wrapped around my dick, and I gasped, throwing my head back. My dad smirked, watching as Malik sucked me with a skill that left me trembling. Dad kissed along my jawline, his hands roaming over my chest and tweaking my nipples, sending sharp bolts of pleasure through me.
“Wow, look at you,” my dad murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Watching you like this… it’s making me so fucking hard.”
Malik pulled away from me with a wet pop, his lips glistening. “babe, your turn, give me your cock..” he said gruffly, nodding toward my dad. Without hesitation, my dad stepped forward, and Malik buried his face between my dad's legs. The sight of Malik’s muscular frame on his knees, devouring my dad’s cock, was almost too much to bear. My dad groaned, his hands tangling in Malik’s dark hair as he rocked his hips forward.
I couldn’t resist any longer. Dropping to my knees, I leaned in beside Malik, pressing my tongue against my dad’s hairy entrance. He shuddered, his grip tightening in Malik’s hair as I began to rim his hole. The taste was earthy and primal, and I lapped at him eagerly, revelling in the way his muscles clenched beneath my tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” my dad hissed, his voice strained. “Both of you… don’t stop.”
Malik glanced at me, his eyes smouldering with lust. “Switch,” he commanded, and I obeyed without question. I took my dad’s cock into my mouth, savouring the weight of it on my tongue, while Malik joined me in rimming him. The dual sensations had my dad moaning loudly, his thighs trembling as we worked him over.
When Malik finally straightened, his cock was rock hard and dripping. He grabbed my shoulder, guiding me to stand. “Bend over the bed,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I complied eagerly, leaning over the edge of the mattress. Malik’s hand came down sharply on my ass, the sting making me gasp. Then I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance, and I braced myself, clutching the sheets as he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, his girth filling me completely, and I groaned, my nails digging into the fabric.
“Take it like a slut..” Malik grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he began to thrust. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through me, his cock hitting just the right spot deep inside. My dad watched, stroking himself as Malik fucked me relentlessly.
“Fuck yeah, you’re beautiful like this,” my dad said, his voice rough with need. He stepped closer, guiding his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him slide inside as Malik continued to pound into my hole. The combination of sensations was overwhelming—my dad’s cock filling my mouth, Malik driving into me from behind.
Malik’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against my ass as he chased his release. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his fingers digging into my skin. “Gonna make me cum.”
My dad pulled out of my mouth, stepping back to watch as Malik’s thrusts became erratic. With a final groan, Malik slammed into me, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. I whimpered, feeling his cum spill into my hole deep, the sensation only heightening my arousal.
As Malik caught his breath, my dad moved in, his hands running over my flushed skin. “My turn,” he whispered, kissing me deeply before guiding me onto the bed. I laid on my back, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between them. His cock pressed against my used hole, and I winced slightly as he pushed inside, still sensitive from Malik’s earlier pounding.
But my dad was gentle, rocking into me slowly as he kissed me. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me close as our bodies moved together. “You feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
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I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked up the pace. The slap of his hips against mine mingled with our ragged breaths, the room filled with the sounds of our passion. When he finally came, I felt his release fill my ass, and the thought of being claimed by both of them sent me over the edge. My cock twitched, spilling across my stomach as waves of cum crashed over my tummy.
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Malik watched us, his cock already half-hard again. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself behind my dad. “Now your turn; your son will be happy to see how his dad gets fucked by his husband,” he said, spreading my dad’s cheeks and pressing his cock against his entrance.
My dad was on all fours on the bed, his back arched, presenting himself to Malik with a look of eager anticipation. Malik's hands, large and calloused from lifting weights, gripped my dad's hips firmly, guiding him back slightly. Malik spat into his hand, slicking his cock with saliva for lubrication, then lined himself up. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter my dad, the head of his cock stretching my dad's ass, causing him to gasp and clench his eyes shut from the initial invasion.
Malik didn't rush; he took his time, inching in deeper, letting my dad adjust to the girth and length. Once he was fully inside, he paused, giving my dad a moment to breathe before he started to move. The rhythm was slow at first, each thrust measured, allowing my dad to moan with each slide in and out. But as the heat between them built, Malik's thrusts became faster, more forceful, his balls slapping against my dad with each deep plunge. My dad's moans turned into loud grunts, his body rocking back to meet each of Malik's thrusts.
The sight of Malik’s massive frame looming over my dad, his muscles flexing with each thrust, was almost too much to handle.
“Fuck, yes,” my dad panted, his hands gripping the sheets. “Don’t stop honey…”
The rhythm of their bodies was hypnotic, and I found myself reaching down to stroke my own cock as I watched them. Malik’s thrusts grew more frantic, his groans echoing through the room. When he finally came, filling my dad with his seed, I felt a surge of satisfaction knowing we were all connected in this moment.
Malik collapsed beside me, breathless and spent, while my dad turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn now,” he said, gesturing toward Malik. “Fuck him boy..”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready, but the hungry look in Malik’s eyes spurred me on. I positioned myself between his legs, lining up my cock with his hairy entrance. As I pushed inside, Malik’s deep groan sent a thrill through me. His muscles clenched around me, drawing me deeper, and I began to move, finding a rhythm that had us both moaning.
“Harder, fuck me harder dude..” Malik urged, his hands gripping the sheets. "Fuck, I love your cock dude.."
I obeyed, slamming into him with everything I had. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with our cries of pleasure. We moved together like we were made for this, a dance of desire. The air was thick with our man musk, sweat, and the smell of sex and cum. I saw my dad watching us intently, stroking himself as I claimed Malik.
“Cum in him,” my dad commanded, his voice breaking with need. “Mark him as yours.”
The command drove me over the edge, and with a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside Malik, my release spilling deep inside him. Malik arched his back, his own cock twitching as he came untouched, his cum splattering across his abdomen, thick ropes of cum painting his hairy, muscular belly.
While Malik was catching his breath from the intense session, my dad leaned down, his tongue eager. He licked up every drop of Malik's cum, tasting the salty, musky essence of his lover. His tongue worked meticulously, lapping up the warm, sticky sperm, savouring each taste as if it were the finest delicacy. He cleaned Malik's abdomen until not a trace of the white seeds remained.
For a moment, we lay there, a tangle of limbs and sweat, our breathing heavy and laboured. The room was filled with the smell of sex, our sweat and cum. But the night wasn’t over yet.
“Again?” Malik said, his eyes locking with mine.
