One minute, the thought of being a father to my long-lost son is buried in the distant past and the next I discover I have not one son, but two of them! I wasn’t ready to be a father back then, and I’m still not so sure that I’m ready to be one now, quite frankly, but Dylan and Canyon went through so much trouble to track me down together that I didn’t have the heart to turn them down. I may not have known my two sons all that well but, without much effort on my part, I could detect a few personality traits that hit close to home. It probably shouldn’t have surprised me to discover that my two boys bonded with each other. I was doing almost the exact same thing back when I was their age. I had always thought having grown up with hippie parents who encouraged nudity from the whole household is what brought on my experience, but maybe it was something that sort of ran in the family after all? I will say, at least I was raised to be as open-minded as possible, which came in handy when I realized the two boys had formed a strangely strong sexual bond. Their mutual interest in tracking me down seemed to establish a bond sooner than you might expect from two strangers, even ones who were siblings. The wild part was that playing with them brought back those same feelings of closeness I experienced when I played with my brother.With them not having grown up under my roof and all, we didn’t really follow traditional family standards when we finally did meet in person. They were two adult gay men retroactively claiming to be my sons, but there were none of the instinctive boundaries, or taboos, that usually exist around any sense of attraction between relatives.Yet still, I felt that same level of tenderness come over me with Dylan and Canyon the moment they invited me to join them in intimacy as I did when my brother invited me to join him that first time. I must admit I was definitely enjoying the view of the two of them going at it. I wanted my horny boys to know that I was okay with them having this sort of relationship with each other and that they shouldn’t try to hide it from me.If we were going to be sharing a living space, I wanted the young men to become more comfortable being nude at home and being okay with others choosing to go nude. When Dylan offered to give me a full body massage as a means to help me relax, I wasn’t about to say no to my sexy eldest son.When I heard him come into my bedroom, and he saw his old man’s naked body laying face down on the bed, I swear I could almost feel a spring in the boy's step as he came up behind me to start sprinkling massage oil in between my shoulder blades. Something about Dylan’s firm hands gliding effortlessly across my muscular torso while the oil created a prolonged tingling heat made his movements sensual. My boy was interested in giving me more than a massage, that much was obvious when it took no time at all for his hands to begin to roam off course, getting a few arousing groans from me in the process.Of course when I turned over, he could see my hard-on clear as day, and it doesn’t take long before Dylan is leaning over to plant a kiss on the head of his father’s erection. My boy shows me he has grown hard too, and he drops his shorts as I pull my mouth towards my son’s groin, sucking his decently big cock to prepare him for using this DILF’s beefy backdoor.The best part is that when I’m done letting my eldest pound my hole, I still have my other son Canyon to enjoy on my second wind. Maybe having two sons really was going to be a blessing in disguise, at least for this open-minded family unit.