To me it was a morning like any other, however I forgot that it was Father’s Day, but my boys Dylan and Canyon didn’t. They called me to come to the living room where they wished me a Happy Father’s Day and presented me with a gift. When I opened it, I remarked that it was “interesting”. A small frog perched on top of another much bigger frog all covered with emerald green stones. They told me that it reminded them of me. From that, I realized they were referring to the sexual connection and bonding amongst the three of us. So I suggested that we go upstairs and recreate the gift. Dylan and Canyon were all for it, so off we went. When we got to the bedroom, I told them, “Let’s have some fun. Let’s get on the bed and get naked.” Clothes were coming off and flying quickly, making me realize that my sons are as much of a sex beast as I am, or so I thought… I also thought to myself “I've obviously missed a lot, and I'm probably not the best father of all time, but I'm glad to know that I have a second chance and that these boys are willing to accept me as their dad.” I love my boys and want to continue bonding with them in the best, most special way, that men show their love to one another, which is through sex. Dylan and Canyon moved over to the center of the bed and Canyon laid face down with Dylan entering him from behind. I moved over behind Dylan pushing into him. It took a moment, but we got into a rhythm with Dylan in the middle, fucking into Canyon and then back on me. The dynamics changed when Canyon said that the gift showed the little frog on top of the big frog. I asked if they wanted to try it. They did. So as we got up to switch and me taking the bottom position, I suddenly remembered that I have been a top for so long and could not remember how many years it had been since I was on the bottom. And I certainly hoped that I could take it as well as my boys do, remembering a phrase I have heard many times, ‘Don’t do anything to anyone else that you can’t take yourself,’ realizing that it was only fair in a gay man-on-man sexual relationship to be prepared to reciprocate. 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.