PARENTAL CONSENT (2)

(fictional history)

Waking up the next morning, we saw that it was a dismal day, raining and cold.
It was warm and cozy in bed, feeling contented after a session of man-to-man gratification.

"Look at the weather, Martin. Doesn't look like it's going to be a nice day."

"Nice in bed. I don't care if we don't go. You?"

"I could spend the whole weekend in bed with you."

"You mean that, Brad? What about my dad? Are you going to tell him?"

"Why not? You think he'll get jealous? In fact got a couple of things to show you"

"Things that make my dad moan?"

"Yeah, and make me grunt when he does them to me."

Brad reached over to the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a strip of jackets.
Opening a foil he slipped it over his swollen cock.

"Got to get out of bed for this. Lie out on your back. Raise your legs."

Brad grabbed hold of both my legs. He nudged my hole with the tip of his cock.
Slowly, sensually he worked his bone up into my ass. I grinned from the thrilling pleasure, moaning to express my emotional feelings of
being fucked.

"Like it this way, Martin?"

"Loving it. Does my Dad like it this way too?"

"Kent loves it. Going to pull out. Want to let you have full control of being fucked."

Brad, pulling out, got back into bed. The smell of my fucked ass reeked.
He lay back and stretched out, his boner pointing straight up.

"Get in the saddle, Martin. Ride me."

I straddled Brad and let his cock slide deep up my butt.

"Feels good this way too, Brad. Bet my father loves to ride your cock this way."

"As I say, like father, like son.