Daddy gay sex story

My daddies and me

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I'm a 12 year old boy who was adopted by 2 gay men. On a camping trip I initiate out I was lgbtq+ after having a threesome with my daddies.

I possess 2 dads because I was adopted as a baby by a same-sex attracted couple, and they raised me in a reliable and happy environment.

I didn’t realise they were lgbtq+ until I was about 8, I was getting bullied at school because I had 2 dads, so they sat me down and told me about straight, gay and lesbian couples and that there was nothing incorrect with loving someone of the same sex and I should just omit the bullies.

For my 12th birthday my dad’s took me on a camping trip to the seaside, we pitched out tent up on a remote part of the beach, far away from the tide, then we had an amazing day at the theme parks and stuff, I won’t reveal you about all that because this is a sex story so let’s get to it.

After having a BBQ on the beach and watching the sun set out in the sea, we got in to our massive tent, that was huge enough for all three of us, we stripped down to our underwear and got in to the large sleeping bag, there was a wind blowing in from the sea but it wasn’t cold, it was nic

When I was just 18 years old I worked on a farm helping with basic horse education. I was not paid very well, however I was given full sprint of the guest dwelling. The guest house was located quite a ways from the main property and on the property line of the farm. I liked living in the quarters; it was the first time that I had lived alone and I enjoyed the privacy. During the first summer that I worked/lived there I was witness to a great sight. The vision in which I speak would occur every day around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Not far from my guest house there was another home. The house was not part of a farm. Actually the farm I worked at was the only farm around. The house near to mine was huge. It was a very graceful abode. From my support windows I looked directly into there back yard. The yard was a large, well landscaped paradise with fountains and of course a pool. The pool, as you might suspect, was enormous as well. Everyday around three o'clock the owner of the home returned from work and took a dip in his pool. The owner's name was Jack Wilcox. He was average in height at about 5'7", yet quite a bit more than average in weight at about 220 pounds. His hair was th

Fuck Me Daddy, Please

Kneeling between his legs I worshipped his giant cock licking him spotless. I began to suck and stroke him again and looked up into his eyes and said “Daddy I want you to fuck my compact little ass. I wish to feel you inside me filling me up so bad” I pleaded. I said it in such a seductive tone his cock was growing even harder than before!

I begged daddy to fuck me as I stroked and sucked his ever growing steel hard cock. He had never done that before so I was the teacher here. I grabbed some lubricant and applied it to my hungry hole fingering and massaging it trying to get it ready for him to fuck. I decided to produce it easy for him and crawled up onto the chair he was sitting in facing him. Slowly I lowered my ass down onto his throbbing pole. With only the tip inside me I felt my dial begin to burn and hurt being stretched by this giant phallus. The expression on my confront must have scared him because I had to say “No daddy please don’t stop!”

I’ve played around with guys plenty of times before but never kissed them. Something told me I had to do something to grab my mind off the pain from this delicious cock trying to come in me so

Dreaming of Daddy

This is the second in a series I plan to write the sex that went on in my family, some gay and some not.
I was 18 years old when my mother sent me to live with my father, an hour away in a town even smaller than the one we lived in. Mom had caught me fucking her boyfriend and was none too please about it. She was also nervous because I knew of the secrets she shared with my brother, sexual secrets, and she wanted me out of her life for a while.

Oh, well! I was anxious to move live with my dad once Mom told me of her plans, I hadn't spent any day with him or my half-brothers in some hour, and really I was looking forward to it.

We were typical pale trailer trash, mom and dad had had me when they were both 16, and I was Mom's third child. My brother James was two years older than I and had been fathered by my dad's dad (who happened to be Mom's step-father), and my sister Tina, 11 months older than I, was probably fathered by Mom's own twin brother, my Uncle Rodney. Kurt, who came 8 years after me, was also fathered by Uncle Rodney. The night Mom dropped my off at Dad's, she slept with Daddy and the end result was brother Miles, born when I was