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I have seen pictures of my father and he was a good-looking man. He had dark hair, tanned complexion, hairy chest, and from what I could tell from full body pictures…a nice package; just like me. You could tell a nice piece of his manhood hung down the left side of his jeans.

I never thought about men in a sexual way, but I was always interested in comparing the size of my cock with his. I could never bring myself to ask my mother about this, so when I turned 18, it was time to call him up and find out for myself. I found out he owned a local bar so my good friend Justin and I went to go have some drinks as a cover.

Justin was a very good friend, 6 ft tall, blonde, geeky looking with glasses, and always busy working out. He wanted to match my build, which came natural. I am 5’11, dark brown hair, and from what most girls said, “Hot! Hot! Hot!” I never felt like I was that great of a looker, but I had a 9-inch cock, so I think that is what all the fuss was about.

Anyway, we went to the bar my father owned just outside of town. At 11:00 pm we entered and went to sit at the bar. I was looking around for any men that resembled me. I saw beer guts, older guys playing poker, drunken women with their heads hanging down on the table, truck drivers playing darts, but nobody that I could have been related to. The barmaid asked us for our orders; Justin (who looks older) ordered a beer for him and me. Ruth, the barmaid, said I looked familiar to her, but could not place where she might have met me before. She handed us two draft beers and kept staring at me, and pressed a buzzer, whispering something.

I drank my first beer in a nervous gulp, while Justin sipped his. He really did not like beer at all, but he wanted to be there for me. We sat there for about an hour; Justin still on his first beer, and me on my 10th or so. I was feeling pretty good, but also nervous.

Two huge cops came in and started carding people sitting at the front door. Justin saw it first and said, “We need to go”. Justin grabbed my beer from me, and tried to pull me from the barstool. I grabbed my beer back and told him I was staying. The cops saw this activity and started walking over to us. They were coming closer to us when a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and a deep voice whispered into my ear, “Come with me”. I turned around to see who would be touching me, and I felt as if I was looking in a mirror. “Get your friend and follow me, NOW”, said this good-looking, strong man. I grabbed Justin and motioned him to follow us towards the back of the bar, through a door that said, “DO NOT ENTER” and up the stairs we went. The room was dark until my older looking twin turned on a sofa lamp; light filled the corner of the dark room, and there sat my dad. I stood there in amazement, and Justin said, “Oh my god you must be...”

I thought he was better looking that from the pictures, he was wearing a tank top showing off his rock hard, hair covered chest. Smiling with great teeth, surrounded by a dark goatee, and chiseled facial features. It looked like his jeans had been painted on, especially around the groin area. I just stood there staring at his crotch, and Justin walked up to him introducing himself.

My dad pressed a buzzer asking Ruth to bring us a couple of beers and to be discrete since the police were down in the bar. Justin did all of the talking; “Is this your bar?”, “Are you his dad?”, “Are we going to get in trouble with the police?”

“Yes, yes and no I have that taken care of,” he replied. A knock at the door introduced Ruth coming in with our beers, and she looked at us up and down with a smile. My father sat looking at me, as I him, while Justin kept babbling on about something; I was not paying attention. I noticed my father look down at my crotch, so I looked down too, and I was hard as ever. My cock was straining my jeans, and it did not even occur to me I was with boner. Justin also looked at my crotch, and decided to sit down and just shut up.

My father said, “Well, you do have the family jewels, don’t you?” I did not understand until I saw my father’s bone hard cock in his jeans. He invited me to come closer to him, which I did. He slowly unzipped my jeans and tugged then down to my knees. My cock sprung out into the air, and I think my cock was harder than I remember it ever being. Justin muttered, “Wow!”

My father stood up, yanking his own jeans down and his cock sprang out hitting mine. As we were standing face to face, he positioned his large cock right up to mine. There we were with 10 inches of meat side by side with his hand gripping and pulling them closer together. I had never had my cock against another, but this was different, he was my dad. “Wow”, I heard a mutter from Justin, who was now on his knees facing them, “They are a match”.

My father put one hand behind my neck and pulled my face closer to him; his tongue reached out and entered my mouth. I kissed him back, my tongue was deeply mesmerized with his mouth, swirling and teasing him, or was he teasing me? I felt moist warmth on my cock, realizing that my father was facing me, who was that? Justin now had my throbbing cock in his mouth, with his head bobbing back and forth. Then my cock was cold, I had to stop kissing my dad and look down to see what was going on. Justin had my father’s cock in his mouth, giving him the same treatment. I could not believe Justin’s next comment, “Perfect match.”

My father smiled at me, and took me by the hand leading me to another room, which was lit with candles. He took off his shirt, and I could see the hair on his back leading down to her perfect ass, and further to his hairy muscular legs. Justin was right behind me, lifting my T-shirt off, and caressing my arms while kissing the back of my neck. I could focus on why Justin was doing that, but I would rather focus on my father lying in bed with his legs spread apart showing me his huge cock, and bulbous balls hanging between his legs.

Behind me I could feel Justin taking off his shirt, and putting his body against me, and then pushing me forward. I landed on the bed, looking right at my father’s towering penis in front of me, and balls that twitched. I had to taste them, and I did. I sucked my father’s balls one at a time, there was no way I could get both of them inside my mouth at the same time; not as if I did not try. I felt the moaning of my father vibrating from the balls within my mouth. I could also feel the warm mouth of Justin downing my cock. I took my father’s throbbing cock into my mouth, and could taste a sweet but yet salty liquid; a taste that I had remembered from licking my own cum off my hands, after beating off alone.

My father had placed his heavy hands on the back of my head, and pulled me closer, deeper onto him. He was bucking his massive cock into my mouth, and I began to gag, I had to stop, and rolled over to the side. Justin immediately replaced his mouth on my dad’s pole. I could see him bobbing his head up and down on my father’s cock. Dad was trying to slow him down, and finally escaped Justin’s sucking actions.

I was lying on my back, eyes closed, and my own throbbing cock swinging in the air, when I felt a very warm cover surround my cock. I opened my eyes to see Justin sitting on my lap, my cock was deep in him. Justin was pumping up and down like he had done this before. Then I felt my father’s cock press against me and join up into Justin’s ass from behind, while my cock was inside him. I though Justin’s eye’s were going to come out of their sockets. Justin was crying out in what I thought was pain, but I guess I was wrong.

His ass opened, or should I say stretched to accept us both. My cock felt squished at first, but I focused on my father’s hairy legs rubbing against mine. I even felt his balls mash against mine. Justin had our hard cocks, back and forth; slowly at first and building up speed. My hand reached down and felt Justin’s 6-inch cock bouncing on my stomach, I grabbed him, and in one thrust he had shot a load all the way up to my neck. He was not stopping, bouncing up and down, and jiggling left and right. I was moaning, dad was moaning, and I heard someone scream, “Now”. I came in my buddy’s ass, and I felt a throb from my father cock against mine in the tight hole, and also heard him scream, “Yeah!”

Slowly my father pulled out of Justin, and Justin lifted himself off of me. Cum was oozing out of his ass onto my thigh. Justin just lay there, empty, and full at the same time.

We laid there for a minute or two, dealing the hot passion we all encountered. There was a knock at the door, “It’s Ruth with more beers.” Father yelled out for her to take them back to the bar, as he raised himself up to kiss me. I kissed him back; as my hand reached down to hold his meaty cock in my hand, and I felt his hand hold my limp penis.

I believe all three of us fell asleep, because the next thing I knew it was 6:00 am. My father’s face was next to mine, and he said, “Will you come back?”

I cried in his arms.

Justin was in the shower, and I made out with my dad. Will I come back? What am I going to think about Justin?

Who knows?

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