u/Possible-Respect-830

You can read part 1 of this story here.

You can read part 2 of this story here.

Chapter 3 – The shower.

We all hit the gym hard that day. Cody [20] wrestled in high school, so he knows his way around on his own. Rhys [18] usually works out more with me [50] when we go together and today was no different. We have a good rhythm and I enjoy watching him work hard to put a little muscle on his lighter, smaller frame. It makes a dad proud to help his boys develop and I like that he still looks up to me a bit, to plan our sets and is open to working on his form as I direct. I miss that with Cody, but know that he’s good at his own routine and feels more independent.

As I lay on the bench, ready to do my chest press, Rhys stood over me to spot. He looked down at me and gave me encouragement with a fresh little smirk, his eyes twinkling slightly. He moved in a bit closer than usual, making sure that the edge of his shorts were hanging over my face. At one point I had a full view of his smooth trimmed balls and uncut cock peeking just behind the curtains that usually protect such things. I could hardly concentrate, and I ended up doing fewer reps than usual. I could see him watching for my reaction, but I strained to give him none. It was a little game that I was becoming quickly happy to play. When it was his turn to bench, I returned the favor and I could tell he was trying harder to see more of me, than push his limit in the routine. When we swapped again, I could see that the pressure was building in him and I cracked a wide smile – I couldn’t hide it. I would swear I even saw a drop of pre-cum forming on his tip… but there were shadows, so I can’t quite be sure. I winked at him and we eventually moved on. The rest of the session was without incident, but the internal pressure on all of us was building.

We were all sweaty when we arrived home, so the shirts came off quickly. We all rummaged around in the kitchen for a few minutes making shakes and satisfying our immediate hunger for calories and hydration. The sexual tension though, hung like a fog – there were extra elbows and body brushes as we competed for time at the fridge and the blender. It had a frat house vibe for a moment as we bumped, pushed and shoved, laughing and chatting about our progress. “I’m headed to the shower” I said finally, turning towards my room.

Knowing that it might get a little attention, I repeated my morning exit with Cody, shoving down my shorts as I walked into my room. “hey – can we use yours tonight?” Rhys called after as I disappeared around the corner. “You have the best water pressure and the walk-in”. It was true, the only other shower in the house was over a bathtub, used mostly by the boys.

“Come on in.” I said, surprising even myself with the confidence, but unsure if anyone would join while I was still in there. I turned on the hot water and let the steam start to rise. My shower is pretty large, with several water jets. The result of an indulgent renovation that I decided was just for me. Its the most enjoyable thing about my house.

I stepped in and started to lather myself down, the warmth of the water cascading over my tired muscles. Before long, I saw two heads peeking around the corner. They were acting like exaggerated creepers and clearly elbowing each other around the corner to see who could push the other into the room first. “Come on then”, I said opening the glass shower door a crack. My pulse quickened and I could feel some extra warmth in my lower abs and cock as it engorged a bit. The boys, already nude finally pushed their way in, their bodies glistening in the water and steam – the smell of sweat and soap already intoxicating.

We all faced each other, a little uncertain what to do next at this new crossroads. As before Rhys was the first to have a full blown erection, poking straight up as he looked slightly embarrassed and somewhat eager at the same time, slightly covering it with his hand and adding soap to the rest of his body. Cody brushed against my arm as he lathered up and it was electric. Both of us shuddered and leaned against each other for a brief moment, our erections seemingly electrified. We stood there in the rush, observing each other as we lathered and rinsed, Rhys getting fully over his shyness and giving his member some extra suds and touches. We all quick followed his lead, just silently stroking in the steam and watching each other, enjoying the moment and the amazing view. It was so intensely hot and the scene of my two boys touching themselves right in front of me began to melt my brain.

Cody was the first to reach over silently and touch me. My body convulsed slightly as I felt his hand on my cock. I could feel his eyes searching me to interpret the reaction – to answer the question in his head that seemed to have been building since I caught him exploring his brother. I looked back at him and quickly reached across to Rhys, unable to stop myself – and not wanting him to feel left out of the attention. His hard prick sliding against my hand. He let out an audible moan in the shower, the first to break the unbreakable silence against the sound of the water. It was as if we all got what we wanted at the same moment, our bodies moving closer towards the center, asses wriggling and pulsing back and forth as we held each other, begging for release, eyes wide as we watched what was happening, almost as if we weren’t all participating. The looks of enthusiastic physical excitement mixed with horniness and even fear.

It didn’t take long – first Rhys, then Cody, followed quickly by myself, shooting our cum onto each other and the shower floor, mixing and swirling with the water down the drain. I pulled Rhys against my chest and Cody wrapped his tawny arms around us both – we just stood there under the stream, catching our breath for a full five minutes, nobody wanting to speak – or to break the truce of surrender to our satisfactions.

Finally I turned off the water and without saying anything, splashed out into the room to gather towels for my ‘guests’. I tossed them over the glass and everyone busied themselves with drying off as if it was the most important thing in the world.

“I’m starving”, I said resolutely… “Let’s order a pizza”. “Yesssss”, Rhys chirped. Cody looked agreeable by stayed silent. The spell was broken. Surprisingly, life returned to something resembling normal that afternoon – gym shorts for all returned, the Pizza was delivered and never tasted so good -- but it would be only a matter of time before at least some of us wanted to know if this was just a ‘one time thing’.

You can read part 1 of this story here.

Part 2 - The morning after.

I woke up the next morning – the house was dead quiet. My thoughts drifted back to the events of the day before. No work today – no escape. I wonder what the boys are thinking. Did I go too far and allow something that should never have been explored?

I lay there staring at the ceiling. It occurred to me that it wasn’t really my fault – the boys had started this. I just pushed the door open a little wider by joining their nudity.

My morning wood pressed against the sheets begging for some touches. I was tempted to take care of it, but deep down inside I knew that what I really wanted was … something more satisfying. Maybe if I saved it, I’d get a chance at a little thrill. I wanted to play with fire, even if I had doubts about actually seeing flames. I felt that morning tingle from the top of my head down through my body to my toes… that morning stretch feeling that includes all the goosebumps and head-rush that comes with it. I felt amazing, even as my thoughts felt lustily conflicted, taboo, shameful and wanting. I laid there for a few minutes enjoying that glow, touching myself ever so slightly to make the feelings last.

Finally, I rolled out of bed, the sheets pulling off of my nude body as I wandered towards my private shower. It took awhile for my achy member to at least partly soften in the warm water and I took my time getting ready for the day in private, the apprehension building about what the newly discovered ‘boy house’ dynamic would be like when I emerged into the kitchen.

I could hear the coffee maker going, and figured it was probably Cody [20], the oldest – always up first, leading the way. First decision, do I emerge fully nude, the way we parted last night? Or a bit more constrained. I hesitated for a bit. There was no possible way I was going to look ‘fully relaxed’ in my current state. I opened my door a crack to see if I could get a read on the room – but whoever was in the kitchen was hidden behind the fridge door, rustling for some food. I opted for some loose boxers that would provide a safe middle-ground, pulling them up and over, giving minimal protection.

As I entered the kitchen, Cody greeted me with a fairly blank up and down glance, wearing some scandalously loose white gym shorts - his tall, athletic body shining in the bright morning light, clearly also not completely relaxed, showing the outlines of semi-hard flesh against the fabric. I had never really let myself fully see either of my sons before, so I took him in fully as he turned towards the counter, his symmetrical proportions in full display. Frontwards or backwards, there was suddenly no doubt that my son was a snack. How had I not noticed so much before.

We didn’t really speak as I moved towards the coffee and we shifted around each other to fill our mugs, but whether real or imagined, I could feel the heat of his body reacting to mine, radiating in some new way. I couldn’t get a read though, whether he was tense or comfortable, even in close proximity.

“How did you sleep?”, I asked as he filled a bowl, splashing a bit of milk on the counter. As I pushed past him, I lightly touched the small of his back just to feel his heat – it burned in my hand. “Uh, tossed and turned a bit” he said somewhat flatly. Reaching for something, anything to maintain our usual order, I said “Well maybe we can all hit the gym together today – work off some energy, since we’re all off”.

“I’m in”, a slightly more energetic voice came from down the hall. Rhys, the younger [18] wandered nonchalantly into the kitchen fully nude. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his younger teen body, slightly leaner and less developed than his brother, his proud hard-on in full display. As we both turned to observe the spectacle, he face shifted to a doubtful look, dramatically covering himself with his hands, looking slightly deflated. He stood awkwardly for a moment and then retreating back to his room as if he had walked in on something where he was out of place.

I immediately felt caught between the energy of both boys, unsure how to play the moment, suddenly wishing I had been bolder to step out more confidently nude from my room and encourage our new found freedoms. In an attempt to save the moment, I leaned over to Cody and said somewhat suggestively “you know, we could get more comfy too”, I snapped the waistband on his gym shorts playfully to punctuate the point. “Hey…” he winced as he twisted his hips away and glared over his steaming mug, a subtle twinkle forming in his eyes. “You first”.

Unprepared for his quick turn and still not quite ready to cement a full frontal reveal on command to my son, I turned away, dropped my shorts, and stepped quickly towards my room, leaving them behind on the floor, giving Cody a full view of my pale ass as I left him in the kitchen. “Dad’s nekkid again”, I heard him say loudly as I exited stage left. It made me wonder a bit more deeply what kind of conspiracy might be building.

I took a few moments to pull together my thoughts and the laundry from the basket, checking myself out in the mirror as I passed by. I walked back towards the kitchen pantry, my dick now swinging freely below the pile of clothes in my arms. Cody was still at the kitchen counter, munching his cereal and piercing me with his eyes. “Dad, we were curious…” “Mmmmm?” I paused my forward movement. “I think I’m the biggest – I already know I’m bigger than Rhys”. And as if by divination, Rhys reappeared from where he stood before, now wearing loose black joggers, both of them staring at me – now singly exposed with only laundry as protection. We blinked at each other a moment in a bit of a stand-off at the blunt statement implying a question. “So how do you want to settle this?” I retorted, my eyebrows raised slightly. “We were thinking we should compare”, Rhys said playfully, his eyes narrowly fixated on my flaccid piece… my anxiousness rising just a bit at being the center of focus. “Well, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage at the moment”, I shifted the laundry down a few inches as Cody made a visible sigh and silent eye-roll. “In that case, I’m going to the gym.”, he said pushing past Rhys towards his room.

“Let’s all go. I’ll be good to get out. We can clean up after”, I offered. Rhys shot me a gun gesture with his fingers and turned back to his room. We soon headed out to the local athletic club – the boys returning to normal mode of inside jokes and scrolling, but I knew the day would not end without the measure tape coming out.

Not sure how/why this idea is so deep in my brain. But I want sons in an open household. I think this is the only place I can confess this.

It was around Thanksgiving and everyone was home from break. The boys prefer to spend holidays with me after the divorce, and I love having them around. I always loved being a dad and am proud of who they've become. As time has gone on, I've begun exploring my own sexuality, but always kept the boys out of my head for obvious reasons. I won't lie though, seeing them lounging around the house always gave me a little boost.

We've always been a pretty open family - and talking about sex was never really an issue, which is why I always assumed my boys were firmly into girls. They've talked about and shown interest in random girlfriends from high school and college - they're popular and attractive, so it never surprised me that they were sexually active and didn't seem too committed to anyone yet. I've given advice, just like any dad - and was happy that they were taking their time and enjoying their youth.

It was the last working day before the holiday for me - and I had gone to the office for the day, leaving the boys to do 'whatever' till the evening when we were going to all supposed to go out for some grub somewhere. Unsurprisingly it was a slow day with most people already on break -- and I decided to head home early. I was curious what the boys would be doing while I was gone, so without being too quiet, but also not making a commotion, I entered through the interior garage door, closing it somewhat quietly behind me.

As soon as I entered, I felt a little charge in the air, as I could hear some soft moaning coming from one of the bedrooms down the hall. The door wasn't closed completely -- and I assumed that one of the boys was probably watching some porn. It's not that it never happened (I could hear them sometimes jerking off at night when they thought everyone was sleeping), but for sure it was a bit more unusual that the door wasn't closed.

With no small amount of curiosity, I quietly walked down the hall and peeked into the room. I absolutely froze - my wildest imagination was not prepared. My younger son was on top of the older... his [beautiful] naked ass pointed towards the door. The older, laying out flat on the bed, his head tilted back, moaning while the younger sucked him off like a hungry animal. Both of them were completely naked, their gym fit bodies sweaty and tense -- completely absorbed in their activity.

I was so stunned - overcome by some weird mix of shame, excitement, erection and terror. It all happened in an instant that felt like an hour - I was quickly noticed in the doorway - and a flurry of sheets, looks of terror from everyone and loud exclamations as all three of us moved to separate as quickly as possible - myself backing down the hall with my hand over my mouth, my heart racing, and not sure if I should admit even here, but my cock pulsing in my pants.

There was about 20 minutes of hushed silence in the house after the initial recovery of clothes and composure. I could hear the boys chatting softly but urgently - trying to decide their next move, still stuck in the room - and apparently afraid to show their face. I, on the other hand had retreated to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of something strong enough to calm myself down. As the older adult, you're supposed to be ready for any situation, but this one, I was clearly unprepared for.

Eventually, I decided that the only thing to do was to face it head on - so I called them to the kitchen for a 'team huddle'. I told them that I wasn't upset - more curious than anything and wanted to know how this had developed. Turns out it was relatively new for them, but they had been sending each other dick pics for awhile, when the older was off at school. It started just before the oldest went off to college, when one caught the other jerking off and both decided to compare. They apparently thought I would be home later in the day and decided to use the time to explore each other.

Honestly, I couldn't hide the fact that I was turned on, even though I was trying to be calm and not disclose it. And I could see the situation wasn't that different in their gym shorts while we were talking - I don't think either one of them had thought to put on underwear. That being said, they were clearly embarrassed by being caught - so to try to make them feel a bit better, I confessed my own curiosity about guys. I have to say it didn't do much to reduce the sexually charged feeling in the room.

I'm not sure what I was thinking [probably not too clearly, given the state of my erection], I said, 'Well, I guess this is a boy house now'. I could see my younger staring at my crotch - they were still slightly avoiding each other's gaze. 'Do you guys want the freedom to see where this goes? I won't judge', I said as calmly as I could.

They kind of looked at each other, and at me, looking for some reassurance that they could say what they were thinking. The older finally said 'just be chill, dad' and they both kinda sheepishly snickered. It sort of ended there for awhile - the boys went off to the gym and I was happy for some time to absorb what just happened.

When they got back from the gym, they were both sweaty and gross, and the clothes quickly came off. I'm not sure if it was some sort of agreement they made while out. I was always used to seeing them in just gym shorts or underwear when roaming to and from the shower, but today I guess there was a new sense of freedom in the house. Suddenly there were bare asses and bouncing cocks in various states of semi-erection.

At some point, I couldn't hold out longer - the evening was getting on and I eventually decided 'now or never', given how quickly things had escalated that day - and honestly I was feeling a little left out. I stripped off my own shorts and boxers that I had been lounging in and wandered across the house wanting to see what attention it would attract.

Sure enough, my youngest saw me first and gave me an approving glance. Looking from mine to his, silently comparing. He let out a 'yo, dad's naked', alerting his brother who came out to see too. It wasn't dramatic, just looks and knowing nods the way guys do.

We ended the night in the den, watching a random show as everyone got drowsy, slightly separated across the big sectional sofa, the throw blankets showing and hiding parts from time to time. I felt a really deep sense of pride -- and connection with my boys that I never quite felt so intensely before. It all changed that day ... and started something none of us really expected.