Quin Tremblay considered himself neither religious nor superstitious. Nonetheless, he occasionally found himself praying before a big test at school or taking a detour just because a black cat crossed his path. The worst of all was Friday the 13th. Once a few years ago, Quin flunked an important test and got in a big fight with a good friend on that day, so he went home thinking "today really IS bad luck." Ever since, he couldn't help but notice little incidents that always took place on Friday the 13th, and attribute them to the date.

    This time around was no exception. It was the middle of August and Quin's fellow Torontonians were out in full swing, taking advantage of what little summer they had left. That meant good news for the restaurant where Quin worked but bad news for everyone in the kitchen, where the atmosphere often reached a boiling point during rush hour. The teenager usually enjoyed the adrenaline, but today it was getting to be too much even for him. Although he was only an assistant, Quin felt overwhelmed by the levels of stress and pressure at work and found himself looking forward to tonight.

    "I can't wait to go out with Lamar and Uncle Eddie," Quin daydreamed during his work shift. The plan for tonight was to go out at Q again. At the gay bar, Quin would be the customer rather than the employee and he'd be able to relax, drink, and dance with his boyfriend and his uncle.

    Friday the 13th had other plans, though.

    "We might need to take a raincheck on tonight," said an incoming series of texts from Uncle Eddie. "There's a new bouncer at Q and I'm not sure I can get you in. Let me make friends with him and suss him out and we'll go soon, okay?"

    Quin didn't read the texts until the end of his shift, and when he did he felt defeated. Still, the fact he was done with work for the day offered some solace. He called Lamar and shared the news with him.

    "I can't go to Q tonight, Uncle Eddie's not sure he can get me in. But you can go if you want," Quin said to his boyfriend.

    "Of course I'm not going without you! Let's go have dinner instead," Lamar suggested. Twenty minutes later they met at Quin's favorite pizza place, where Lamar did everything he could to get his boyfriend to cheer up. Little by little his efforts seemed to be working, and Quin even cracked a few smiles throughout dinner. 

    "What do you wanna do after this?" Quin asked Lamar.

    "I dunno, bro. What do you wanna do?" Lamar smirked suggestively.

    Roleplaying brothers was still something the two teenagers very much enjoyed. Suddenly, the idea of going home for a "brotherly fuck" seemed more appealing to Quin than spending the evening at a crowded gay bar.

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    Del Tremblay sometimes worried about his teenage son going out to bars already, but he appreciated the fact it gave him some time alone at home. For months now, Del enjoyed watching more porn than he ever had in his life. When he was younger, it was a "five minutes and get it over with" kind of ordeal, but now he stroked his slicked dick for hours in front of the computer. It was a whole ritual that came with its own paraphernalia and a new vocabulary. Del "edged" for hours, huffing on "poppers" which he'd procured from his son, and going through tubs of Vaseline like never before in his life. The porn he was consuming was different as well. He had started watching gay porn, something he couldn't explain to his lifelong-straight self. After a while, Del began to dabble in both sides of the porn pool, watching gay, straight, or bi porn in equal amounts. 

    Today's feature starred three muscular black men who looked to be halfway between Del's and his son's age. Del couldn't help but wonder what fun he'd missed out on in his younger years by being too hesitant to experiment more. Still, this was no time for regrets. "It's never too late," Del's brother Eddie always said. 

    Eddie was currently at a downtown bar with Quin and Lamar, and as he got hornier Del even thought about joining them. The porn was hot, but Del was craving some real-life action as well. For now, this would have to do. He dipped into the jar of Vaseline again, shoveling out a generous amount with his fingers and smearing it all over his hard dick. Admiring his boner, Del turned himself on by how hot it looked. Maybe he should go out after all, see if gogo boy Luiz is working tonight? His tight hole would sure feel nice wrapped around a dick like this…

    Just as he was getting lost in the moment, spreading his legs as wide as they'd go, Del was startled by two voices coming up the stairs. Del's bedroom door was open; he expected to be home alone all evening. He panicked, and before he had a chance to jump up and shut the door or reach for something to cover up with, Quin and Lamar were standing in the doorstep, looking in. They'd been on their way to Quin's room but the sight of Quin's dad with a raging, lubed up boner distracted them.

    "Uhh, hey Dad," Quin smiled, taking in the sight of his father's huge prick.

    "H– Hey. I thought you boys were out tonight," Del stuttered, attempting to cover up his bone, which literally required all of his forearm.

    "Uncle E couldn't get me in the bar so we just had dinner and came home," Quin replied, not even pretending to look in his father's eyes rather than between his legs.

    "And– And what're you gonna do now?" Del tried to sound casual.

    "We were gonna hang out in Quin's room," Lamar chimed in, "but maybe we can hang out here with you instead. What you watching?"

    The 19-year-old American could make out the movie playing on Del's computer and he was VERY interested. Without waiting for an invitation, Lamar let himself inside the bedroom and sat down on the edge of Del's bed, facing the computer and throwing a wink at Del, who was sitting right next to him in his swivel chair. 

    "Yeah, that looks hot," Quin added, looking at his father's screen and going inside to take a seat right next to Lamar on the bed.

    "Umm, it's just something I was watching to pass the time," Del was unsure what else to say. Since looking at his son and Lamar at a time like this made him uncomfortable, Del turned to look back at the screen. Right in that moment, the bulkiest of the three men on screen buried his dick all the way inside one of the other guys' asshole, eliciting a loud "FUCK!" from top and bottom alike.

    "Nice!" Lamar added from the sideline. Del looked at him and realized Lamar wasn't looking at the screen: he was looking at Del's dick, which was now gushing out precum that was mixing with the Vaseline. "Very nice," Lamar continued, making sure he let Del know he was talking about his member.

    While Del and Lamar maintained eye contact, the younger guy reached between his own legs and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Del eyed both boys' crotches, first Lamar's and then Quin's. They both seemed to be sporting semis, and Del wondered if they'd just appeared or maybe the boys were already half-hard when they walked into the house. Were they possibly fooling around in the back of the Uber on their way? It wouldn't surprise Del too much.

    Lamar leaned to his left, where Quin was sitting, and gave his boyfriend a big, sloppy kiss. The fucking on screen was hot but sometimes Del was even more turned out by a passionate make-out session, like the one happening between his son and Lamar right now, right in front of Del's face. Still stroking his slick dick slowly up and down, Del watched the two boys sucking face the way only teenagers did. 

    With his tongue in Quin's mouth, Lamar dexterously released Quin's dick from his pants. Now both of the boys had their pricks out, and they were quickly growing as if in a race of who can reach peak erection first.

    Del watched the race attentively, beating his dick throughout. He was kinda proud to see his own son win, as Quin's dick got rock hard just a few seconds before Lamar's. 

    "Can I have some of that?" Lamar suddenly said to Del, nodding toward the jar of Vaseline. Rather than pass him the jar, Del scooped up some of the ointment with his hand and passed it on to the teen. When they made skin-to-skin contact, a wave of pleasure traveled from Del's hand straight to his dick and balls, culminating in a fresh load of precum squirting out of Del's piss slit.

    With his freshly lubed up hand, Lamar distributed the jelly on his and Quin's dicks. Next, he continued kissing and stroking his boyfriend, causing the son to start leaking out precum just like his father.

    "My little brother here had a tough day at work," Lamar spoke up a few minutes later, and he and Del made eye contact again.

    "Is– Is that so?" Del asked.

    "Mhm," Quin replied with his eyes closed, enjoying the handjob too much to say anything else.

    "So we need to make sure he has a relaxing evening… Dad," Lamar said flirtily. By now, everyone knew what game they were playing.

    "Well I'm sure we can do that, Son," Del replied. It wasn't his first time roleplaying father-and-son with Lamar, but it would be his first time doing it with Quin here as well.

    "I'm already doing my part," Lamar said, pointing down to his hand stroking Quin's dick. "Maybe you should join in?"

    Del hesitated for just a second, but then his horniness got the better of him. He reached with his right hand and placed it on his son's dick, right above Lamar's hand which was already there. Thankfully, Quin's dick was long enough for two fists to wrap themselves around it at the same time. In unison, Del and Lamar's hands started to go up and down. Quin moaned out, feeling both his boyfriend and his own dad pleasuring his dick.

    "Take over for a bit, Dad," Lamar said after a couple of minutes and he let go. Now, Del found himself solely in charge of his son's dick. He gripped it harder and decided to add his left hand to the mix, stroking Quin up and down with both hands now. In the meantime, Lamar got up and took all his clothes off, his hard dick pointing left-to-right like a weather vane while he did so.

    "C'mere," Del said and he grabbed Lamar's dick with his left hand. Now, he was jacking off both teens simultaneously.

    "That's right, Dad. Take care of both your sons," Quin finally managed to speak. He got up off the bed, so both he and Lamar were standing in front of Del's chair while he worked on their pricks, the sounds of fapping Vaseline echoing in the room.

    The teenage boyfriends started to kiss again, leading to more precum coming out of both of them. Del used it to lube up their sensitive heads, making them squirm with how intense the sensation was. While standing, Quin started to take his own clothes off, which took him a couple of minutes because of how distracted he was. When he was finished, all three men were finally fully nude. Del and his "two sons."

    "I think my brother needs a bit more," Lamar said and helped himself to a scoopful of Vaseline from Del's desk. At first Del expected Lamar to apply the jelly on Quin's dick, but no. Lamar reached back, between Quin's bubbly asscheeks, and he started to finger Quin's tight hole, lubricating it in the process.

    "Mmm!" Quin moaned out, feeling a finger go inside his ass, then two, then three. 

    "Here," Del quickly took the bottle of poppers from his desk and opened it. He held it up for his son to take a sniff, clamping down on Quin's other nostril with his free hand. Quin leaned down to take a hit of the poppers his dad was holding, which made Quin's ass poke out and his hole open up even more, allowing for further probing by Lamar's intrusive fingers.

    "Fuck, Dad, his hole is so soft. Come, feel this," Lamar said excitedly. Finally, Del got up off the chair, throwing a fleeting look at the computer screen (the bulky porn actor was now taking turns fucking both of his costars side-by-side). He walked around Quin and looked down at the hole Lamar was currently fingering. With every outward stroke of Lamar's digits, Quin's ass lips flapped out as if pouting. 

    "Room for any more?" Del asked. With his right hand, he took Vaseline off his dick and applied it to his left index finger. Then, he started pushing the lubricated digit inside his son's hole. Now, Quin had four fingers up his ass: three of Lamar's and one of his father's.

    "He had Uncle Eddie buy him a dildo, so he's been stretching his hole recently," Lamar explained to the amazed father.

    "Is that so, Son?" Del asked.

    "Aha," Quin nodded, too turned on to talk once again.

    "Well it seems to be doing the trick," Del commented before inserting his left middle finger in as well. Lamar's fingers were now interlaced with Del's. It was like they were holding hands inside Quin's asshole.

    "This is fun, but I think what he really needs is a dick," Lamar said while manually trashing Quin's pucker.

    "Go for it, Son. Give your brother what he needs," Del gave Lamar his fatherly blessing.

    "He's had my dick so many times, Dad," Lamar replied with a devilish smirk on his face. "I think he's ready to take yours."

    The teen's words took several moments to register in Del's head. Was Lamar seriously suggesting this?! Was he suggesting… for Del to fuck his son??

    "Fuck yeah," Quin suddenly moaned out, just as Lamar's and Del's fingers went even deeper inside his hole. Del couldn't tell if his son was reacting to the anal fingering or to Lamar's suggestion.

    "C'mon, Dad. You'd love a warm hole to fuck tonight, admit it," Lamar continued stirring the pot. He wasn't wrong, though. Del would be lying to say he wasn't tempted by it.

    "Do it, Dad," Quin finally chimed in. "Fuck me."

    Del looked down and realized his right hand was stroking his daddy dick, which felt harder than ever. All this talk of him fucking Quin was having an undeniable effect on him. 

    Lamar was pulling his fingers out of Quin's hole, taking Del's fingers along in the process. A couple of short seconds later, all five digits plopped out of Quin's ass, leaving it gaping and winking at his father invitingly. Still holding his dick, Del brought it up to Quin's yawning hole. "Maybe just the tip," the dad told himself, knowing fully well there was no more turning back.

    "Aaaaaah!" father and son both screamed out in pleasure as Del's dick dove deep in Quin's insides. This was much more than just the tip! Quin's hole had been open wide and it sucked up his daddy's tool in one hungry move. Before he knew it, Del was balls-deep inside his son's ass.

    "Shiiit. Fuuuck," Del, usually too conservative to swear, exclaimed. Being inside Quin felt AMAZING! His hole still felt tight, even though it was stretched out enough to make fucking him comfortable. Without missing a beat, Del started thrusting back and forth, dicking his son like he knew Quin needed it. Like they both needed it!

    "Fuck yeah, Dad!" Lamar said, getting down on his knees to get a closeup view of Del fucking his boy. Meanwhile, Quin rested his hands on the edge of the desk, poking his ass out as far as it would go.

    "Get on the bed," Del barked after a few minutes of fucking on their feet. He wanted his boy lying down, with even easier access to his hole.

    Without taking dick out of ass, Del and Quin moved in unison toward the bed, where Quin lay down on his belly and Del got on top of him. Lamar leaned across the bed, touching noses with Quin.

    "You okay, little bro?" Lamar whispered and watched Quin's pretty face as Quin nodded his head. Then, the two teens started to kiss again, feeling hornier than ever.

    "Get on the bed next to him," Del said to Lamar, who quickly got on his stomach and poked his ass out. Del fucked his son for a couple more minutes, before pulling out and shoving his dick inside Lamar's ass. The American's hole felt tighter at first, and the lack of lube made Lamar squirm. But soon, his anal muscles relaxed as well, allowing Del to go all the way in, tapping Lamar's prostate with each forward thrust.

    Five or so minutes later, Del switched bottoms again. He didn't want to neglect either of his "sons." He pulled Quin by the hips and brought his ass to his face, ready to dive in it. By now the lube was deep inside Quin's hole, leaving his ass lips nice and dry and puffy from the dad-fucking he'd just received. 

    Del placed his nose in his son's hole first, shaking it up and down before using the stubble on his chin to scratch and tease Quin's pucker. Finally, it was Del's tongue that entered Quin's ass, licking and sucking on it, loosening up an already loose hole.

    With precum gushing out of Del's dick like crazy, he decided to plant it inside his son rather than get it all over the sheets. Del took his erect tool and drove it back inside Quin's ass, eliciting another loud moan from the teen boy.

    For half an hour, Del fucked both boyfriend's side-by-side. While he was inside Lamar, Del felt the rush coming in. He was about to cum! And he knew just what he wanted to do. Lamar had already gotten a taste of Del's seed a few weeks ago. Now, it was his son's turn.

    Del switched holes again, and as soon as he shoved his dick inside Quin he started to thrust like an animal. He was so fucking close, and he needed to unload now.

    "I'm close, Son. Real fucking close. I'm bout to cum!" Del spoke right in Quin's ear.

    "Fuck yeah, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed my fucking hole," the teen begged. He could feel his own stretched out ass lips moving back and forth while his father drilled his hole. Quin had been on a mission, stretching it with his dildo, hoping to one day be able to take two dicks at the same time. His father had sure as hell helped open and loosen it up tonight.

    "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gon cum!" Del panted, and with one final thrust he busted his nut inside his son. Quin's insides got flooded with dad semen as Del shot wad after wad of cum, shooting his babies inside their big brother's ass. 

    "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," all three men exclaimed. Watching his boyfriend getting bred by his dad, Lamar jerked himself off to completion and blew his load on his stomach. 

    Finally, after countless cumshots, Del's orgasm started to subside. Slowly, he pulled out of his son's asshole, still amazed by the fact he'd just blown his load there. Quickly, Lamar got up and placed his face between Quin's spread asscheeks.

    "Push it out," Lamar said, his voice muffled by Quin's fat ass.

    Quin did what his "big brother" told him, and pushed out the load his dad had just dropped there. With his mouth full of cum, Lamar came up to Quin's face next and gave him a big sloppy kiss. The two teens snowballed the jizz back and forth, mouth-to-mouth, swapping it and letting it mix with their saliva and slowly go down their throats, until there was nothing left.

    "Phew. That was the best Friday the 13th ever," Quin finally exhaled and lay down on his back. He was the only one who hadn't cum yet, but he wanted to save it. He had a special request and he needed help to make it happen. 

    "Why don't we all have a rest," Quin continued, "and then maybe… Well, since we've done all of this… Maybe the two of you can fuck me together?"
   "Together?" Del asked in awe.

    "Yeah. It's kinda been a dream of mine, to take two dicks at the same time," Quin admitted, still feeling drops of his father's sperm sliding down his throat.

    "I have an even better idea," Lamar jumped up. "Why don't we invite your uncle Eddie as well?"​