Dear Reader,
This is part two of a series of vignettes. Part one has some more background if you're curious.
This story contains incest, group sex, gay sex (obviously), and some generally kinky stuff. The story is entirely fiction. Reader discretion is advised.
Enjoy!
Hudson Bartholomew
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I'd like to think that I had a fairly normal upbringing. I'm an only child to an upper middle class family with an accountant father and a librarian mother. My parents are caring and loving and reacted to my being gay with about as much drama as finding out that it's cold in December. I still visit them regularly and my mother calls every few days to find out if I'm eating well and whether I've found myself a boyfriend yet.
Basically, I couldn't ask for a more well adjusted family life. Which is why I never understood the rationale behind this next fantasy. It kind of just came out of nowhere one day as I was riding the subway home from work. It sprung on me so suddenly and so vividly that I had to hold my bag over my crotch while shuffling awkwardly off the train.
Ever since then, though, this has been my go-to scene whenever I need a quick fix, and it never fails to satisfy.
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Private Collection Pt. 02 - My name is Jasper. I am Daddies' Little Boy
In my fantasy, I had two gay dads. Two hot gay dads. Two hot gay dads who had promised me a special gift on my 18th birthday.
They had been reluctant when I first brought it up. It wasn't right, they argued. I could have anything else but that, they said. But I was adamant, and eventually, they relented.
Which is how I found myself being ushered into their bedroom on the evening of my 18th birthday. Tomorrow, I'd do a big party thing with my friends, but tonight was reserved for just family.
My two hot gay dads had a king size bed with smooth satin sheets. I knew because I sometimes snuck into their room when they weren't home and stretched out in the middle of the bed to feel the silky cool slide across my skin. Tonight, the sheets were lavender and steel gray--my favorite set. I wondered if they had done that on purpose.
I watched as Dad moved around the room, lighting a series of candles that they must have prepared ahead of time. He was a couple of years younger than Papa, blonde haired and blue eyed compared to Papa's darker complexion.
Both were taller than me, with broad shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips. Age had rounded out the chiseled muscles of their youth, but both were still far more muscular and stronger than my teenaged self. I felt safe and protected when surrounded by them. I also felt small and it turned me on more than any teenage jack off fantasy I had been able to conjure up to date.
Papa turned on the sound system, which suddenly blasted some loud obnoxious porno beat. I must not have done a good job hiding my shock because Papa burst out laughing and quickly switched the music to a softer, lilting melody.
"Just kidding," he smirked.
"Funny," I mumbled with a glare.
Dad rolled his eyes and came to stand in front of me. He placed his hands on either side of my cheeks, strong fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, and gazed down at me. We studied each other for a moment and I could read the depth of love he had for me in the softness of his eyes. I wondered if my own eyes reflected the intensity of my love for him and Papa.
I felt Papa move behind me, not close enough to touch me, but close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. His hands fell on my shoulders.
"Jasper," Dad said gently. "We just want to make sure that this is what you want. We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Suddenly I wasn't so sure. I mean, I knew I wanted this; I'd been dreaming about it for years. But what if they didn't? My worst fear was that they were just going along with it to make me happy. But I only wanted to go through with the evening if they wanted it as much as I did.
"I do, but if you don't want to..." I trailed off, not quite sure how to put what I felt into words.
Dad gave me a gentle smile that sent butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Then he looked past me to Papa. I followed his gaze and was met by the lewdest grin I'd ever witnessed. I had seen Papa direct that look at Dad millions of times, but I had never dreamed I would be on the receiving end of it. It sent shivers down my spine.
Together, as if they rehearsed it, both Dad and Papa took a step closer to me, sandwiching me between their hard bodies. My heartbeat immediately spiked and the chubby I'd been sporting all evening turned into a full on erection. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
Dad turned my face back to him and slowly leaned down to me. I stood frozen as he brushed a light kiss across my lips. My eyes fluttered shut at the softness of the kiss and I whimpered. Then a second kiss, this time firmer as Dad angled me under him to get better access.
My hands came up to grasp at his wrists, something to anchor me and to draw him closer. Papa trailed his fingers lightly down my side, causing me to shudder and gasp. Damn him, he knew I was ticklish. Dad took the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth with teasing little swipes. I opened up wider, trying to catch his tongue with my own. He tasted sweet, like the chocolate cake we had earlier for dessert. I wanted more.
While I was preoccupied with Dad's tongue, Papa started nibbling at my exposed neck. He licked and kissed up and down, tracing the outline of my ear then working my earlobe between his teeth. He must had discovered an erogenous zone, because every nibble caused my dick to jump and his stubble was made my skin tingle. My hips were bucking involuntarily, looking for friction.
What I found was Dad's cock, equally hard and digging into my stomach. He dropped a hand to my hip to press me closer. Papa followed me forward with a hand on my other hip, rubbing his cock into the crevice of my ass. My mind was spinning at the feeling of their hard bodies and hard cocks pressed up against me. I pulled away from Dad's incredible mouth just to catch my breathe and savor the feeling.
