At his father's request Serg took Noah’s bags and showed him around upstairs. Meanwhile, Dr. Wolf and Professor Snow entered the sitting-room and comfortably settled upon the host’s sofa. After some brief catch-up conversation, Professor Snow moved closer to his best friend and looked him right in the eyes. Dr. Wolf cleared his throat, crossed his legs, and waited.

With a knowing glance, the professor casually asked if there was anything that the good doctor would like to share? Perhaps get off of his broad, muscular shoulders? Dr. Wolf pretended as though he didn’t have the slightest clue what that could be. Professor Snow took a different tack: he told Dr. Wolf that he had recently shared an interesting and otherwise cryptic text message exchange with their mutual friend Coach Patrick. Dr. Wolf paled and then he bit his bottom lip. He re-crossed his legs and made a slightly off-beat attempt at a reply.

Professor Snow was patient, his emotionless face giving nothing away. Dr. Wolf straightened himself out and just prayed that his best friend wouldn’t react too badly to the confession he was about to make. He laid out for Professor Snow the recent scene that he had happened upon between his son Serg and Coach Patrick.

It took some long pauses and a sprinkle of leading questions on Professor Snow’s part to get the whole story out of Dr. Wolf. Turns out the Doctor, needing to run an errand, had briefly left his son Serg in the capable hands of Coach Patrick. Dr. Wolf was blown away when he returned to find Serg splayed out naked on a pool table getting his twink ass stretched out by the Coach.

Though initially enraged and humiliated, Dr. Wolf continued telling the story and was surprised that he also found himself incredibly turned on. He decided to “punish” Coach Patrick by stretching his savory hole in the same way the Coach had stretched Serg’s hole. In conclusion, one thing led to another and soon, Dr. Wolf, Coach Patrick, and Serg found themselves engaged in one of the hottest threesomes the good Doctor had experienced in years.

Dr. Wolf watched Professor Snow’s reaction carefully as he confessed that this wasn’t the first time he had had sexual activity with his son. Professor Snow simply reached out and placed a warm, reassuring hand on his best friend’s leg. He understood; after all, the Professor and his son had, too.

Neither could believe their luck.

Later that day, Dr. Wolf and Professor Snow left the boys at Dr. Wolf’s to play and get to know one another better. In the meantime, the two made their way to Coach Patrick’s training room to cash in on one of the handsome devil’s famous full-body massages.

Coach Patrick was more than happy to work the two men to their complete satisfaction—in fact, he proclaimed that he was anxious. The Coach could give a sweet hand job. But, the massage had barely begun before Dr. Wolf suggested that the three of them return to his place and continue the fun there.

They were barely able to cram into Dr. Wolf’s bedroom before clothes were torn off, with huge cocks springing out of their underwear and hands all over each other’s hot bodies. Tongues and lips licked, kissed, and tasted. Coach Patrick was in the center of the bed getting spitroasted with an intensity that had both the tops and the happy bottom howling.

Then Serg walked in, full mast and touching himself. Dr. Wolf shot his son a look. That’s when Professor Snow and Coach Patrick noticed the boy, too. Dr. Wolf waved his son over to the bed. Serg hopped up and got into position in the center of the mattress. The gorgeous, shapely blond was now the center of attention. He couldn’t wait to feel all three hot daddy cocks, in whatever combination they dreamed.

If you were to ask Coach Patrick to share a memory of that afternoon, he would tell you that getting sucked off by Professor Snow while the beefy DILF slammed deep inside young Serg was simply outstanding. Coach Patrick’s insatiable appetite for cock translated well with the carnally malleable boy. Coach also loved how Serg sucked dick and took dick into his tight ass like a real champ—always moaning with legitimate need, never once a complaint.

And that incredible twink ass took some very deep and very memorable loads. At one point, Dr. Wolf was pouring sweat—his giant shaft pounding and pistoning with extreme vigor.

Professor Snow delighted in the delicious aroma of spunk, sweat, and man-musk that filled the bedroom. He nearly came as he watched Coach Patrick give Serg a real ass pounding—all the while, the twink’s throat was full of his father’s never-faltering erection.

Dr. Wolf teased and twisted Coach Patrick’s nipples, then gave the athletic stud permission to ejaculate into the boy…