As I entered the house, I slipped off my shoes. Pausing to listen, silence. I moved to the stairs, still nothing. At the top, the loft door was open. Not a sound. Confused, I peeked around the corner. The loft was empty, I stepped in.
My c**k grew at the sight out the window. Young Paul, naked was on his lounger. Rick was behind him, naked. His big c**k up the boy's tight little ass. Paul's mouth held Rob's c**k. I stripped and m*********d to the incredibly horny sight of three young men having s*x. Of my sons f*****g and sucking with my teen toy. I came twice before they finished and dove, laughing, into the pool. I left my c*m on the wall and my briefs on the floor, as a message.
As I drifted off to sleep that night I wondered how much, if anything, Paul told my sons. If he told them a
