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Beckhamcest - Chapter 2
After his session with Brooklyn the previous week, David hadn't been able to sleep. His mind unable to escape the drunkenness that had settled in him after fucking his son. His cock seeming to have never softened since. Even as he lay in bed next to his sleeping wife, his mind raced with a supercut of Brooklyn's mouth around his cock, his tongue at his hole and his arse in his lap, David chewing on his nipple. In the silence, David's hand roamed down his abs beneath the duvet, dipped into his briefs and gripped his cock, hard and heavy in his palm. He jerked it slowly, careful not to wake Victoria. He closed his eyes, his memory projecting Brooklyn riding his cock onto his lids, his hole tight and vicelike as he knocked his head back, David's cock pulsing against his prostate. It didn't take long until David was cumming into his open hand, having to bite into his spare to silence his moans. He wiped his sticky hand on his briefs, he'd deal with that tomorrow but, for now, he needed to sleep.
When David opened his eyes again, light was streaming in through open blinds. He was alone in the bed and a breeze was cooling his front, his briefs stiff and dry against his pelvis. He listened, intently. The house felt empty. With three grown lads and a daughter, David was used to the comings and goings of his kids. The house feeling full one day and then suddenly empty the next.
The retired footballer swung his legs over the side of his bed and was quickly on his feet, his morning wood pointing him in the direction of the bathroom where he stripped himself off and ducked into the shower. He dragged the suds across his torso, washing the sleep sweat from his body and waking himself up in the process. He washed his pits and arse, hands dipping between his cheeks, a finger tracing over his hole, a moan escaping his lips. Before Brooklyn, he had never known how sweet the spot could be and now, here he was, letting his soaped up finger slip beyond the muscle until the knuckle. He leant against the tiles, cold against his skin, arching his back as he continued to finger himself. His teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he teased himself.
As he dried himself off, his hole still aching to be touched, he heard the front door open and close.
"Brooklyn?" David called out, hopeful.
"No, Romeo!" His younger son replied.
"Right, sorry! I'll be down in a minute!"
Deflated, David pulled on a pair of white Armani briefs, the elastic tight on his waist and hugging his giant arse as they rode up between his cheeks. He added a vest and a pair of shorts that clung to his lower half equally as shameful before heading downstairs. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Romeo in the living room sprawled across the sofa on his phone, his legs parted, the lad's heavy balls hanging on either side of the seam of his basketball shorts, his soft cock impressing heavily against the front of them.
"What?" Romeo said, looking up from his phone at his dad.
"Nothing.' David swallowed, thickly.
Of all of his children, Romeo was the one that resembled David the most. Sometimes when he looked at his son it was like looking back in time with Romeo's footballer physique, his bleached buzzcut and his blossoming collection of tattoos. Except, David didn't remember being that sexy at his age or his cock being that big. David couldn't stop himself from staring, Brooklyn having unlocked something within him that had opened his eyes, now able to see his sons in a different light.
"Do you want to go for a run?" David asked, his gaze still caught by the bulge between Romeo's legs, he wanted to see it in motion, see it swinging up and down and side to side.
"Haven't you just showered?"
"Can always have another one." David shrugged, his hands on his hips, accentuating his waist and wide hips which Romeo couldn't help but notice either.
Romeo couldn't argue with this, and in truth, he wanted to see his dad from behind; his famous arse stuffed into the short shorts. Growing up with a legend for a father, Romeo was bound to come across the infatuation people had with the handsome footballer. For Romeo, it was during his dad's H&M Bodywear campaign, he remembered being on set while David strutted around in different pairs of boxers, even diving into a pool in them, the wet cotton clinging to every curve of his rear. One time, as David surfaced from under the water, his boxers dragged down exposing his hairy, tanned arse. Romeo had been young at the time but the image became branded into his brain and often flicked on in the Rolodex of his memories when he is close to cumming, imagining spraying his load across his dad's cheeks.
"Come on, Ro. Don't let me down!"
David held out his hand for his son to stand up with, clasping him on the shoulder as he pulled the lad onto his feet, able to feel the strength in his arms as he gave them a fatherly squeeze. He directed the two of them to the front door where they quickly slipped on their running shoes and were immediately on the go.
Romeo set the speed, forcing David to catch up with him; the difference in their age becoming increasingly apparent as the younger Beckham made it look so effortless while the older had to manage his breathing. The sun beat down on the two of them as they ran their usual trail; up steep hills and down, working up a second skin of sweat. As they ran side by side, David couldn't help but catch glances of his son's bulge as it bounced with abandon ahead of him, as if the lad wasn't wearing any underwear at all. In fact, David swore he could hear the slap of it against Romeo's thigh, wet and heavy, skin against skin.
As they turned the last corner, David made a move to sprint towards the end, running straight past his son. Romeo had to shield his eyes from the sun to behold the sight of his dad's arse as it bounced with every heavy step he took towards the finish line. His gaze travelled from the symmetrical sweat stains in his dad's shoulder blades, following it down his spine until the sweat met his arse, dark and damp between the crevice of his shorts. David must have truly worked out. When Romeo eventually caught up to his dad at the front door to their house, the man was bent over against the wall, already stretching his legs. The younger Beckham slowed to a walk so he could enjoy the view of his dad bent over, his fat arse practically eating the sweaty shorts. Romeo licked his lips.
"Wasn't too bad!" David called out, looking over his shoulder as he touched his toes, truly testing the seam of his shorts as his arse hung in the air.
"Tell yourself," Romeo teased, finally catching up, standing beside his dad, demonstrating restraint as he held himself back from dipping to his knees and sticking his face between his dad's cheeks. "You're drenched and I've hardly broken a sweat."
David shrugged, he could feel a cold breeze over his arse, highlighting the dampness of his shorts and sending goosebumps along his thighs. He followed his son's eye line, adamant that the lad was checking out his arse, why else would his eyes be glued to his dad's rear? The footballer shook the thought from his head, he had already had Brooklyn, surely it was too convenient that his other fit son would want to fuck around with him too?
The footballer stood up straight, a couple inches taller than his son but still he felt inadequate in comparison, Romeo's muscles were much more defined, his chin more chiselled and his bulge heavier. He lifted an arm into the air and sniffed at his pit, it had a ripeness to it but it wasn't too bad; he could get away with waiting until tomorrow for another shower. Romeo, however, realised he was staring, watching his dad intently, unable to pull his eyes away.
"Everything alright?" David asked, smirking, his son was definitely staring at him, checking him out.
"Yeah, fine," Romeo said, still managing to remain confident, his hand instinctively moving to the front of his shorts where he could cup the warmth of his bulge. He needed to cum soon or he was going to lose his mind. "I'm gonna go shower." With that, Romeo excused himself back inside, making his way upstairs, his heavy bulge bobbing in his stride.
In his room, the younger Beckham fell back onto his bed. Wasting no time before shuffling himself out of his shorts and his boxers, leaving them at his feet. He lifted his shirt up to his neck as he took his cock in his hand, squeezing his tiny pink nipples with the other, bringing them to a hardness. He started to jerk himself off, having to act fast while the image of his dad bent over was still fresh in his memory. His cock was huge in comparison to his lithe frame, it had the thickness of his wrist with heavy balls to match that hung low against hist taint, bouncing with every stroke of his cock. He urged and encouraged his load, the bell shaped head of his cock already leaking down the shaft in a desperate stream.
David knew he was playing with fire as he followed his son upstairs, tiptoeing on the marble floor, not daring to make a sound as he came to Romeo's bedroom door, still open just a crack. He peered through, so close to taking it too far but still unable to resist. He groaned when he opened the door a little further, now able to see that from the waist down; his son was nothing like him. David's cock was impressive but Romeo's was blessed. Thick, veiny and completely mouth watering.
Romeo could feel David's eyes on him, could hear the sound his footsteps arriving at his door, could hear the moan that escaped his mouth as he raked in the sight of his son, jerking his cock. But none of these things seemed to stop him, if anything, it only encouraged him to go faster, harder; almost as if he was putting a show on for his dad. David's sweaty cock was already hard in his shorts, being groped and rubbed through the fabric.
"Come on," Romeo said, opening an eye, there was no need for introductions; both of them knew exactly how this was going to go. "Suck my balls."
David was thrown by the instruction but couldn't stop his legs from carrying him into the room. Usually he was the one telling Romeo what to do but now here he was; sinking to his knees between his son's legs, resting in the shadow of his cock as the lad continued to wank himself off. He leaned in close, his tongue dragging along Romeo's balls, able to taste the sweat and sleep that had seeped into his skin. He took to both of them, sucking on them and inhaling deeply as the egg shaped balls filled his mouth; encouraged by Romeo's groaning, his head knocking back. David carried on undeterred by their size, paying each one its own individual attention of licks and sucks, his mouth wet with desire.
"I want your arse." Romeo said simply, already sitting up and pulling David onto the bed.
Romeo pressed David's head down into the bed, arching his dad's arse high in the air, the crease between his cheeks damp from their workout and his arousal. The younger Beckham dug his nose straight into the centre of David's behind, still covered with the gym shorts. He took grip of each cheek, pushing them together to cover his face with the flesh as he breathed in. With his groans muffled by his dad's rear, Romeo took in the scent of the famous arse, the gym shorts tight and taut over his hole as he dragged the tip of his nose against it, able to feel the damp warmth beneath it. He dragged his tongue against the shorts, wanting to taste his dad's hole through the two layers separating him from it.
The footballer pressed his arse back against his son's face, ignoring the blossoming ache in his back, too lost in the throes of Romeo's desperation. He could feel Romeo's thumbs hook into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down along with his briefs to reveal his bare arse. Once again, he was met with the familiar feeling of a force against his hole, this time it was Romeo's nose inhaling before being quickly replaced by the lad's tongue, rough and wet against the tightness of his twitching muscle.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Romeo groaned, circling his tongue around David's hole, as if trying to unravel him, lapping up his taste.
David welcomed the touch with reckless abandon, his thighs shaking as he rode his son's tongue. Romeo's hands on his cheeks, pulling them apart to expose more of his hole, watching and salivating as it winked back at him, desperate for the touch of his tongue. He dove back in, fucking the hole with his mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat and the ripeness of his workout and swallowing every last bit.
"Eat my arse, Ro," David stammered, an attempt to regain some sort of control over the situation but his words didn't matter, Romeo continued to do as he pleased, dining on David's arse and stroking his cock, trying not to blow his load there and then.
"I'm going to fuck you." Romeo said, less of a request and more of a fact, already lining the bulbous head of his cock to David's hole, feeling it prepare itself to stretch to his size.
David looked behind him, his face creasing into a concern as he watched his son drag his slick head against his tightness. A finger had felt great, a tongue was amazing, but, the thought of Romeo's monster cock sliding inside him had his heart racing. Unsure how something so big could fit into something so small.
Romeo spat a glob of spit at the top of David's arse, watching as it travelled down between his cheeks and collected at his hungry hole, working its slickness inside of him with the head of his cock. Without a warning, he pressed forward, watching the tight muscle stretch to accept his bellend. David grunted, either out of pain or pleasure but Romeo didn't care, still continuing to force his length inside of his dad. The younger Beckham bit into his bottom lip as he watched his cock disappear inch by inch inside until his pelvis met David's fat cheeks, his entire length fully sheathed inside of his dad's heat. The footballer's jaw hung slack, groaning and dribbling as he felt himself be filled up, swearing he could feel Romeo's cock in his stomach.
Romeo smacked the palm of his hand against David's arse cheek, watching his arse shake and feeling it vibrate around his cock as it jerked and twitched deep within his dad's bowels. He laughed at that, all the blood rushing to his cock as his dick reached an impossible level of hardness. He pulled out slowly, like a hot knife from butter, before slamming back in, earning a girlish moan from David, whose face was pressed into a pillow, reduced to a desperate puddle in the middle of the bed. Romeo repeated the same motion, pulling his hips back before returning them with harshness. He created a steady rhythm, gripping onto his dad's wide hips for leverage as he slammed back and forth, every so often laying his stomach flat against David's back, his lips at his neck, sucking and kissing his skin as he rammed his cock like a piston. He fucked with an insane virility, the strength of his youth captured in the way his hips rolled like a wave into and out of his dad whose hole gripped to his pipe in a vice like hold, each one of them filling the house with echoing groans and grunts.
With ease, Romeo flipped David over from his stomach to his back, almost winding the footballer. His cock quickly entered back in and he was once again fucking him incessantly, except now, his moans and groans had somewhere to go as he snogged his dad, his tongue lolling into his mouth as he fucked him in missionary, holding and pushing his legs back until David held onto them himself, his knees at his head providing Romeo with all the room he needed to rail his hole. David fully succumbed to his son, taking the ploughing like a champion, ignoring his own cock as he focused on clenching his hole around his son's length, urging the lad to fill him up to the brim.
Romeo was drenched with sweat, beads ran down his forehead and landed on David's face as he continued the ravenous pumping of his hips, every so often pulling out of the kiss to look his dad in the eye to admire his desperation, loving how he was just as much of a horny fucker as he was as he took to his rhythm with ease.
"Fuck," Romeo panted, biting onto David's bottom lip as he felt his low-hanging balls tighten, the head of his cock engorging against the older man's prostate. "Fuck." His pants, turning into growls.
"Come on Ro, fill me up, do it," David encouraged, knocking his head back in ecstasy as Romeo began to steadily drive into his prostate over and over again. "Shoot your load, fuck me."
His father's words were enough to turn his cock into a canon, shooting heavy load after heavy load deep into the walls of David's arse, painting them white with his seed. But that didn't stop Romeo, who continued to gyrate his hips until his balls were completely drained and emptied inside of his dad. Transforming him into a sweaty, panting mess as he collapsed on top of him, his hard cock slipping and dripping out of his dad's hole and leaking onto his bed.
David wasted no time in spinning around, his mouth on Romeo's dick, able to taste the last drops of seed as well as his own arse on the shaft as he sucked the pole up and down, jerking his own cock as he did so. It wasn't long before he was releasing his own load into the bed, his moans stifled by the cock in his throat.
Romeo, whose chest was heaving, only smirked as he watched his dad reduced to a cock hungry fiend, suckling on his head for even a small drop of his load.
Both exhausted, they eventually collapsed into each other, David's legs still shaking from withstanding the fuck. Romeo moved behind him, his head at the back of his neck pecking gentle kisses, his arms around his chest, feeling his pecs and his soft cock nestled safely between his wet cheeks. It wasn't long before they fell asleep in that position, spooning into each other's bodies, the door wide open where anyone could see them.
End of Chapter 2
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