With that, I got on all fours. Of course, Dylan gets behind me with his big dick and slides in, and I suddenly remembered the pain when I was young, but it quickly passed and turned into the pleasure I remembered. I know I was making loud noises, but that old feeling was wonderful and no longer a memory. It was a re-awakening. Live, real and fresh.

While Dylan was fucking me, Canyon got in front so I could suck him. Being spit roasted by my sons was great! Unbelievable! When they switched positions, I decided to get on my back, missionary style, bringing back the memory of my first time. Ahhh yes, that first time! Then BOOM, or rather Ouch! Stud son Dylan pushed in and started pumping fast. YES, I remembered! Canyon said, “He likes it” and I responded that I did. Dylan continued until he hit his orgasm, breeding me deep. We were making so much noise, I wondered if the neighbors outside the house could hear. After he pulled out, Canyon got into position, slid in and fucked me good, pumping hard enough that our skin was slapping until he blew, giving me a second load of stud son cum. The sexual afterglow was so intimate. Holding, kissing, nuzzling. I realized then that the three of us had bonded in the most intimate of ways. We completed the circle among us, I had already fucked both of them, and now they have done it to me. Yes, this was indeed a very Happy Father’s Day! And I look forward to the many more to come.