Dylan and Canyon gave me a gift for Father’s Day, a figurine of a small frog perched on top of another bigger frog, telling me that it reminded them of me. I realized they were referring to our sexual connection and bonding. I suggested we recreate the gift upstairs. Once in the bedroom, clothes flew, getting naked. Dylan and Canyon moved over to the center of the bed and Canyon laid face down with Dylan entering him from behind. I got behind Dylan, pushing in. Moments later 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. As we got up to switch, me taking the bottom position, I suddenly remembered that I have been a top for so long and could not remember the time when I was on the bottom. I moved into an all fours position. Dylan gets behind me, pushes his big dick in. I suddenly remembered the pain years ago when I was young, but it quickly passed and turned into that great feeling I remembered. I know I was making loud noises, but that old feeling was real, 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 was on my back, missionary style. Dylan pushed in, pumping fast. Canyon said, “He likes it.” I agreed. Dylan continued until he came, breeding me deep. After he pulled out, Canyon slid in and fucked me good, pumpi
