Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 23:23:47 -0700 (PDT) From: eames1668@yahoo.com Subject: Cole Part One Gay Male - Incest This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Appreciate any feedback and/or comments to eames1668@yahoo.com Characters and events in this story are completely ficticious and any resemblence to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental. "Cole, where's your brother?" asked my Dad, as I stepped through the French doors and into the kitchen. I'd been sunning by the pool. I was naked, as usual. Dad was standing at the counter, drinking a glass of water, equally naked. We're all nudists and live pretty much a 24/7 nude life. "Doing laps in the pool." "Still? He's been at it forever." "Tell me about it, Dad. We were going to work out, but he jumped in the pool instead and I can't get him out. I was catching some sun, but want to work out before the heat wipes me out. Did you need something?" "No, just wondered where he was. I was just about to work out myself - wanna join me?" "Sure. Let me grab my sneakers. Be right back." I rushed up the back stairs and down the hall to my room, stopping in front of the giant mirror that leaned against my bedroom wall next to the walk-in closet. I'd definitely gotten some sun, deepening the already bronze that coated my entire body and set off nicely against my short blonde hair and green eyes. At nineteen, I was in the best physical shape possible due to hours of football, soccer, track, swimming and lifting weights. 6'1, 185 lbs of cut muscle. I'm hairless pretty much everywhere, but keep a small, buzzed patch just above my cock. My balls are shaved, and so are my pits. Have been ever since Dad first helped Hank and me clean ourselves up because we wanted to be just like him. At twenty-one, Hank is 6'2 and 190 lbs of equally solid muscle, the only difference was that his black hair and blue eyes took after Dad. And, at just 41,our Dad is 6'2 and 205 lbs, of solid, ripped muscle. It was easy to see that both Hank and I were in deed Dad's sons. It was just we three. I never knew Mom. She died from complications during my birth. Dad never re-married, but instead focused solely on raising Hank and me- "...a full time job and not one I'd wish on anyone else.' He always joked, but my brother and I knew he loved us more than anything and that just reinforced the close relationship we both had with him and each other. Grabbing my sneakers from the closet and a pair of shorty white socks from the dresser, I sat on the sofa across from the mirror to put my shoes on and again check out the tan. Damn, it looked hot. Having only the socks and shoes on also added to the picture. My cock started to plump - that old familiar feeling - but I just let it happen. When you live nude, bones get thrown. Its always happening and no big deal to any one of us when it does. After I'd graduated from high school Dad let me take a year off before college to do whatever I wanted. I had traveled a bit, but was now enjoying the Southern California summer. School started in late September, so I was really working on the tan. We'd been a regular family, just us three, up until three years ago, when Dad sold a software program he'd developed for a massive amount of money - $60 million to be exact - then invested in some very lucrative deals that caused his fortune to triple. My bedroom was almost as big as the house we used to live in before we moved. Now, we lived in what is usually called an estate - a giant stone house with several out buildings, pool, tennis court, track and fully appointed gym. It was after we moved and had gotten settled that Hank and I approached Dad about being nude. We'd seen each other naked - difficult not to when you live in a small house. And everyone was always really cool about it. Hank and I talked, then approached Dad. It was late afternoon and he was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. "We need to ask you something, Dad. Hopefully you won't freak out." said Hank. "What is it?" he asked. "Hank and I have been talking", I jumped in, "and we're both interested in exploring a nude lifestyle and wonder if you're ok with our being naked at home?" "OK with it? What do you mean? We've all seen the other one bare assed before - what's the big deal?" "No," said Hank, "I don't think you understand. We want to be nude all the time - everywhere. We both enjoy it and we want to live like that. We have incredible privacy here and want to use that to our advantage. We hope you're not offended or shocked." Dad thought for about a half second, then said "Not shocked or offended - a bit surprised, but in a good way. I have no problem with it at all - you're both free to do whatever you wish and neither of you have anything to be ashamed about. Not that there's ever anything shameful about being nude. I totally get it and understand the freedom." Hank and I looked at each other, then at Dad. "For real?" I asked. Neither of us could believe how easy it was. Dad just shrugged and said "Yup." "Thanks for being cool, Dad. It means a lot to both of us." said Hank. "Totally." I agreed. "Well, then - let me turn it back on you. I may just jump on the bandwagon and give it try myself. What do you say to that?" "Super cool!" "Bring it! Cole and I are going swimming. Want to join us? Might be an easy way to get this show off the ground" "Good idea. Give me 5 and let's meet down by the pool." Hank and I were sitting, bare assed, in the loungers by the pool when Dad came out in all his glory. It was the first time that the three of us really looked at the other two. We were all in great shape - it's just gotten better over the years - and we all realized something else, too. It was Hank who finally mentioned it. "We've got some serious cock going on here." We all laughed. All three of us were at least 4 inches soft, so we all knew that there was some real meat going on. As Hank and I had sported wood around the other, we knew the stats - he was just shy of 10 inches. I was a respectable 9. We all jumped in the water and spent the next 40 minutes playing around. It was incredibly liberating to be nude and we all quickly became comfortable with it. Eventually, dad climbed out. "Be right back. Getting something to drink." We watched his muscular back, ass and legs make their way into the kitchen. "Geez - he's fucking packing, isn't he?" asked Hank when Dad had gone inside. "And he shaves his sack. That's so cool." "I was thinking the same thing. I'm gonna try it. But I don't know how I'm gonna prevent myself from pitching a tent pole when he's around." Hanks smirked at me, just as Dad re-appeared with 3 bottles of beer. "Here's the deal. If you two are old enough to decide that you want to live your lives naked, I think you're old enough to have a beer or two." Hank and I were out of the water so fast it wasn't funny. It was so cool to be sitting there sipping a beer, naked as the day I was born, with my two best buds - my bro and my dad. "Fucking awesome." I muttered. "What's that?" Dad asked. "Sorry - didn't mean to swear. It's just that this is so cool." Dad smiled at both of us. "Yeah, it is fucking awesome." We all clinked our bottles. "We probably should talk the nude thing through a bit more." Dad said. "How so?" asked Hank. "Well - we're all guys, and we're all clearly comfortable with being naked. You both said you wanted total access to the house and grounds - no problem there. But some times things happen when your nude all the time and we should get that out of the way up front." "Here it comes...." Hank chuckled. Dad just smirked at him. "Look, guys get boners. It happens. There's nothing wrong with it - it's completely natural. So, if any of us happens to get wood, we shouldn't be embarrassed." "Ok, full disclosure." I said. "Hank and I have seen the other with full on swords on more than one occasion. It's no big deal to either of us." "None of it." agreed Hank. "None of it?" asked Dad. "What exactly does that mean?" His voice was modulated - he wasn't mad at all, but very intrigued. Hank looked at me, I looked at him, we both shrugged, then I said "tell him." "Dad, we're all guys. As we know, sometimes it's not just a hard cock. Sometimes it's something ya just gotta take into your own hands." Dad snorted beer as he laughed. So did I. "So what are you telling me?" "Hank and I have whacked off in front of each other." "Oh? Often?" Dad asked, a little unsure of where he wanted to go with this part of the conversation. "Enough that we're comfortable with each other when it happens." answered Hank. His fingers started to absently play with his dark bush. The combination of being nude, the sun and the beer got me a little light-headed and a bit bold. "Dad, it's really cool that you trim and shave your junk. It looks hot." "Yeah, it does." agreed Hank, feeling that same effect of booze, sun and skin that I was. "Thanks." Said Dad. "I wanna do the same thing. Can you help me?" I asked. Dad looked me, then smiled and said "Sure. Happy to." "When? Can we do it now?" I asked excitedly. "If you want. Let's go up to my bathroom." "I'm in on this too." said Hank. When we all stood up, each of us had a throbbing rod. Dad clearly won, measuring in a good ten inches. "Fucking awesome!" In stereo, from both Hank and me, staring at Dad's cock, then laughing hysterically. Upstairs Dad laid everything out - small scissors, electric clippers and a safety razor and shave cr¸me. "Who's first? "Me! It was my idea!" "Alright Cole. Spread your legs a bit and lean against the counter." The buzzer kicked in and Dad went right into trimming my bush down very tight, then trimming my ball sac. "Turn around and spread your ass checks." I did exactly as I was told. "Don't have a lot around your rosebud, but let's get that cleaned up too. Hank, I hope you're watching all of this so that you can help Cole clean up next time." "Not a problem, Dad. Watching every single step." Said Hank, with a bit of a glazed look in is eye, slowing pulling on his beer. During the whole process, no one's cock had deflated in the least. Once he was done with my butt, Dad dragged his finger across my hole, making sure it was clear and smooth. The feel of his finger sent shivers up my spine. "Turn around." When I did, my cock stuck out hard and aching. Next, he took the shave cream and razor and went back over my balls, shaving them satiny smooth. My cock was oozing a steady stream of guy-honey. "Like this?" Dad asked, smiling at me and running his thumb over the top of my cock. Thankfully, I was leaning against the counter. My eyes pretty much rolled back in my head, I was so hot, but I somehow managed not to shoot. Dad washed my ball sac with a warm cloth, then my pulsing cock shaft. Again, a stream of juice pulsed from my cockhead. I noticed that Dad's massive schlong was pumping out the same sweet nectar, without him even touching it. This time, tho, after running his thumb over the very wet cock head a couple of times, he lifted his thumb to his mouth and licked off the juice. Hank's mouth was hanging open, his cock wet and pulsing also. "Ever taste yourself, Cole?" my dad whispered. "un huh" was all I could mutter. "Why nor?" asked Dad, looking right at me and raising an eyebrow. His heavily muscled body, huge shaved cock and big, manly hands were driving me crazy. "Nothing wrong with a guy knowing his own body." Again, he rubbed his thumb over my dick head, and again my body responded by soaking his finger in sex juice. This time, tho, he lifted it to my mouth and gently pulling down my jaw, stuck his thumb inside me. My mouth immediately closed around it, savoring the flavor and I automatically moaned. "Good boy" growled Dad, smiling at me. "Very good boy." A third time he swabbed his finger, but this time lifted it up to Hank's mouth. "You should get to know your brother's taste." He said, putting his finger inside Hank, who also immediately closed his mouth around the digit and sucked on it. "What'd ya think?" "Sweet." hissed Hank, after letting Dad's finger go. "Ok, Hank. Your turn." Dad moved over to Hank and repeated the whole sensual ballet - cut, trim, shave and wipe. Play a bit with the exposed asshole. Feed cock juice to his number one and number two sons, then savor his own taste, as well. When he was done, I leaned over and dragged my own thumb against his straining dick, then licked my finger. I repeated it twice, once feeding Hank Dad's juice, then feeding Dad his own honey. "There you go, boys. All set. From now on, we can all get together for a clean up or you two can help each other out, or do it yourself. What ever is easiest." I was dying, I wanted to shoot the massive load I knew had built up in my balls so bad, but at the same time the sexual tension was so erotic I didn't want it to end. I felt incredible horned up, and I knew they both did to. As Dad was putting away the various bits and pieces he said to Hank, "You made a strange comment outside Hank that I want to ask you about. When we were talking about getting hard in front of each other, you said that none of it was a big deal. What exactly is none of it? You never answered the question." "How much do you want to know?" asked Hank. He shot me a quick and nervous look. "All of it. I can handle it. I think we've just proven to each other that we can handle quite a bit. What else is there to tell me."? "Not only have we whacked together, we've traded blow jobs." I blurted out. Hank looked at me. "What, Hank?" I asked. Dad chuckled. "Thought so. Did you come inside each other?" "No!" Hank answered quickly. "Just now is the only time I've tasted...." He stumbled for the words. "Dude, it's ok." I said to Hank gently. Clearly he was reacting to Dad's question very strangely. "We've snacked down on each other a bit, Dad, but nothing major like that." I danced my fingers up and down my slick, damp shaft and rolled my aching balls around in their sac. "Why not?" Hank and I looked at each other. I couldn't really believe my Dad was asking me why I hadn't swallowed my brother's jizz - especially given that a few hours ago Hank and I were nervous on how he's react to our wanting just to be naked all the time. "The couple of times that we tried it, it was really rushed. It just didn't happen." "Did you both want to do it? No one made the other did he?" asked Dad sternly. "No" we both said in unison. "Completely mutual." Hank said, "I did it cuz I wanted to." I answered truthfully. "Did you like it?" "Enough that I want to experiment more." I said. "Me too." Added Hank. "Are you weirded out by this?" Dad thought a second, smiled and said "I probably should be, but I'm not. You're both young, hot and horny. You've both got a brother you love who willingly lets you explore. I'd rather that you play together than with strangers." Once more, Hank and I looked at each other. Hank was again absently playing with his dick, but this time we was rubbing the cock stubble and pulling slightly on his meat. "I'm gonna take this one step further. In addition to being nude wherever and whenever you want, I also give you complete freedom to do whatever you're both comfortable doing whenever and wherever you want." Both our faces lit up. "So, if you want to try that blowjob again, take your time and enjoy it for both of you. And swallow your brother's load - it's ok. You might just like it." "Dad, I can't believe how cool you are with all of this. It's absolutely amazing." Said Hank. I was speechless. My hot ass Dad just gave me carte blanche to be bare-asssed naked whenever I wanted to and have sex with my fucking stud hot ass brother, who is also totally into it. Fucking awesome! "Boys, I want you to be happy and there are far worse things to be than loving to your brother. Now, will you do me a big favor and kiss each other? And I mean a real kiss, not a chaste peck. If you're sucking each other's cocks, you shouldn't have a problem with a kiss." Hank leaned over and, at first, brushed his lips to mine. Then he pressed hard, Instinctively, my mouth opened and his tongue found mine. We played that way for what seemed a long time, with our hands running over each other's bodies. Hank pressed into me, never breaking the kiss and our cocks pressed against each other. We both automatically moaned when that happened, lost in the deep, deep kiss and all the erotic tension that had just transpired over the last few hours. All of a sudden, without warning, we both started humping each other's steel hard and hot cock. The frottage - as Dad later explained it was called - didn't last long and we both shot huge loads of creamy thick jock batter up and over our rippling stomachs. The come seemed to go on forever. "Auwww...fuck!" Dad yelled, pulling us from our haze, just as he shot his own thick, massive load all over himself. "Fuck, that's hot! You two are on fire!" After a few minutes catching our breath, we climbed into the shower and slowly, lovingly washed each other, then dried each other. By the end the cocks were hard again, but we all knew we wanted to build the tension up all over and so just let them slap against ourselves and each other. "Dinner's at 8." Said Dad. "Wear what you have on." He smiled and turned to leave the bathroom. "Hey Dad," I said, my hand on his shoulder, then turning him. "Thanks for all of this." I leaned in, as Hank had done to me, and first kissed my studly Dad's lips softly, followed by my tongue probing his mouth. When I broke away, his eyes were glazed over and he had the sweetest smile on his lips. Hank then leaned in and repeated the same lip lock. "We love you, man." Said Hank, "You're our Dad and you're fucking awesome."