Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older. This story involves father-son incest.
Now that Chris and I had embraced our lust for my son, and Noah had outed himself as eager to take dick, both boys spent the weekend getting fucked. Chris and Noah came over to my house, and it wasn't long before Chris and I were sitting on my couch with Liam and Noah on their knees in front of us, sucking our dicks.
As Liam blew Chris, he looked over at Noah and asked, "Have you gotten your dad to fuck you yet?"
Noah pouted a little as he held my dick in his hand. "No," he said sadly. "My dad is soooo hot, but he's not cool like your dad. I'm worried he'll kick me out of the house if he finds out I'm gay." He wrapped his lips around my cock as soon as he was done talking.
"Your mom wouldn't defend you?" Liam asked.
"They're divorced," Noah explained. "She lives out of state, I hardly ever see her."
"Hmmm," Liam as he licked up the length of Chris's shaft. "Well, I dunno, even the most homophobic boys at school got over it pretty fast once they learned how much fun they can have with a boyslut like me."
"That's true," Noah said thoughtfully as he stroked me. "I dunno, I'd love it so much if he fucked me, but I'm just scared to try anything."
"Maybe I could, like, try to open his mind a little bit for you?" Liam asked.
"You mean seduce him?" Noah asked.
"Yeah!" Liam said. "Would you mind?"
"No, I wouldn't mind at all," Noah said. "It would be so hot if you got my dad to fuck you."
"Yeah, and once he fucks me, it might be easier to get him to fuck you," Liam said.
"Wow, you think so?" Noah asked. "That would be so amazing."
Chris interjected at this point, as both boys had gotten so involved in their conversation that they were no longer paying enough attention to our dicks. "All right, enough chit-chat," he said. "Both of you get on all fours."
Liam and Noah quickly complied, getting on their hands and knees on the floor, facing each other. Chris got behind Liam and I got behind Noah. We each ate the boys' asses out for a few minutes, then began fucking them. Noah's hole was so tight, and I loved watching Chris fuck my son. The boys moaned and made out with each other while we fucked them. After a while, we were both depositing our loads.
After Chris and I slid out of them and sat down on the couch to catch our breath, Noah whined, "I want more dick."
Liam giggled. "Oh my god, it's gonna be so much fun not being the only boy at school who's desperate for cock all the time," he said, then turned to me and said, "Is it okay if we invite our friends over, Daddy?"
"Sure," I said.
The rest of the weekend, my house was a revolving door of young athletic men coming in and out to use Liam and Noah's holes. They loved it, and of course Chris and I took as many turns as we had the energy for.
***
Liam and I quickly settled into a new kind of father-son relationship. He continued to push the boundaries and act like a brat sometimes, knowing that I would punish him. He needed a strong, authoritative father to keep him in line, and I was more than happy to give him the discipline he required.
Toward the end of the week, he was cheerleading for a basketball game that Chris was coaching. As it turned out, Noah was on the basketball team. I enjoyed watching them both: Liam the feminine little boyslut in his tight cheerleading shorts and a crop top, Noah the hot, toned, sweaty twink on the court. I smirked knowingly to myself every time I saw one of the boys on the team slap Noah's butt encouragingly, thinking about how almost all of them had come over to my place that weekend to fuck his tight ass.
As I watched the game, a man next to me was cheering the team on aggressively. He looked like a burly, working class type of guy. He wore a t-shirt and jeans. The shirt stretched against his thick, muscular body. He had dark hair, a mustache and thick stubble, and tufts of chest hair poked out the top of his shirt.
Just then, Noah sank a three-pointer, and the man next to me clapped and called out, "There ya go, son! Keep it up, now! Good hustle!"
I saw Noah glance over and smile proudly at the man as he ran down the court. So this was Noah's dad. Seeing what a fit, hairy, masculine man he was, I could understand why Noah wanted to get fucked by him so badly.
I decided to strike up a conversation. "Noah's your son, huh?" I asked him. "He's a great player."
He glanced over at me, a little skeptically. "How do you know my son?" he asked.
"Oh, my son is friends with him, actually," I said, holding my hand out to introduce myself. "I'm Lucas, Liam's dad."
"Frank," Noah's dad said. We shook hands, and of course Frank was the type of guy who squeezed so firmly it hurt a little bit. "I didn't see anybody named Liam on the team roster, though."
"Oh, he's not on the basketball team," I explained. "That's him down there, cheerleading," I said, pointing to Liam on the sidelines, who was jumping up and down in his little shorts and shaking his pom-poms with the rest of the cheerleaders.
Frank looked down at Liam. The expression on his face was a mixture of disgust and amusement. "Dude...that's your son?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, a little defensively. "Is there a problem?"
Frank scoffed a little bit. "No, no problem. Personally, I wouldn't be caught dead letting my son prance around in a cheerleading uniform like that, but times are changing, I guess. No offense."
I laughed this off, thinking about how I'd given his son several loads in both holes that weekend, and said, "You're the old-fashioned type, huh?"
"I guess so," Frank said with a sigh. He looked down at Liam again. He and the girls were doing a cheer where they were bent over, their round butts all on display in a row, shaking back and forth. "I mean, look at that. You can't even tell him apart from the girls."
"I know, right?" I said with a laugh. "Pretty good show, though, huh?"
Frank laughed a little too, staring at the cheerleaders. "I mean, yeah, sure...except for your son, obviously."
"Well, like you said, you can't really tell him apart, right?" I noted, a little suggestively.
He looked at me skeptically. "Whatever, dude," he said.
I laughed, then decided to push things a little further. "I'm just saying, having a...feminine son can have its advantages."
He looked at me again. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged, then lowered my voice and leaned in a little closer to him. "I know it's not politically correct to say this anymore since we're grown men and they're high school girls," I said, "but be honest, would you say no to one of those girls if they wanted to, ya know...?"
Frank laughed. "Hell no, dude," he said confidently, obviously not worried about being "politically correct."
"Exactly," I said. "But of course, they'd never do that, since they're girls, right?"
"Right," Frank agreed. "Women are such teases."
"Tell me about it," I said. "But, uh, Liam on the other hand...let's just say, he's a little bit more...eager to please."
Frank's eyes widened. He looked down at the court, and I could tell he was eyeing Liam up and down now. He looked back at me and said, "Holy shit, are you telling me you've...?" He didn't finish his question, but we both knew what we were talking about.
I shrugged nonchalantly. I knew I was taking a risk, but something about the way he'd reacted so far made me think I didn't need to worry. "Me, Coach Davis down there, some of the other boys on the team," I said, then quickly added, "Not your son, of course."
Now he looked truly shocked. "Jesus. All of you guys...with your own son?"
I smirked knowingly. "When you first saw him down there, what did you think of him? And be honest. Pretend I'm not his dad."
He looked at me hesitantly, then said, "I mean, I'm sorry, but I thought he was a little sissy faggot."
I laughed. "No need to be sorry, that's what he is," I said, then leaned in even closer and said quietly, "But here's the thing: sissy faggots aren't teases like the girls."
Frank's eyes widened again, then again looked down at Liam, and I saw his hand move subconsciously toward his crotch. "Goddamn," he said softly, watching Liam's butt jiggle as he jumped up and down cheering on the basketball team.
"And it's not even really a gay thing," I said. "Because like you said, he's such a girly boy."
"That's true, I guess," he said thoughtfully. Then he looked at me and laughed a little. "Damn, you're pretty fucked up, dude."
I laughed too. "So then you wouldn't be interested in me sending him by your house tomorrow?" I said. "I'm sure he'd love you."
He looked over at me skeptically. I could tell he was interested, but he said defensively, "I don't know, dude. I mean, that's your own son you're talking about. What kind of pervert are you?"
I shrugged a little. "Didn't you just admit you'd have your way with any of those high school girls down there? Isn't that perverted too? The way I see it, my son is over 18, he can do what he wants, and I assure you, it's completely consensual on his part," I said. "But hey, if you're not interested, that's fine."
Frank swallowed heavily, and I saw him give his crotch a quick little rub. "I mean...it's hard to turn down an ass like that, if you're just offering it up to whoever wants it."
I laughed. "He'll be there tomorrow afternoon," I said. "Tell Noah to go catch a movie or something."
"Um...yeah, okay," Frank said, smiling.
***
When I told Liam after the game, he was of course jumping up and down with excitement. "Thank you so much, Daddy!" he squealed. "I saw him in the stands sitting next to you, he's soooo hot."
"Text Noah and tell him he should come over here while his dad's busy with you," I said. "His coach and I will be happy to keep him occupied."