Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:20:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: eames1668@yahoo.com
Subject: Cole Part 3

"Cole!" my Dad yelled.

"What?"  The sound of my name snapped me out of the memory I was wrapped up
in of the first time Hank and I sucked Dad's cock.

"Man, where were you?  And why are you so focused on my dick?"

To tell the truth I didn't even know I had been staring at Dad's meat.  We
were both on the treadmills, pounding away at our runs.  If I'd realized
that I was, I probably would have projected myself right off the machine.

"Geez, sorry Dad." I said.  "I got wrapped up in remembering the night that
Hank and I first tasted your junk."  Dad laughed.  "Why are you so hard?" I
asked him.

"You were entranced, totally wrapped up in my dick.  It made me hard seeing
you look at me like that.  But it's uncomfortable to be running with the
guy at full mast like this."

"When you've got a fucking baseball bat between your legs, I'm sure it is.
I can't believe you can run with it up like that."

"I wouldn't talk if I were you, little man!" answered Dad.  That's when I
noticed my own stiff joint. All nine inches.  I was fully erect as I ran.
For me it actually felt good running with a fat bone like this, and my body
was tingling all over.  I sometimes get this feeling from a long,
satisfying run, but I'm never boned.

The buzzers went off on each machine. Mine first, then a few seconds later,
Dad's.  We'd hit our five-mile mark.  Both machines slowed to start the
cool down.

"What's up with you today, Cole?  You're very nostalgic, remembering all
these first time sex things with the three of us."

"Dunno, Dad.  For some reason it keeps happening."

We were both drenched in sweat from the run that highlighted our cut,
muscled bodies.  Dad's enormous chest, arms and shoulders were popped from
the weights we'd lifted, his high, dimpled ass and powerful thighs and
calves were screaming from the run.  He looked hotter than ever - every
muscle detailed across his whole bod.  Tight, defined - with his incredible
abs being outlined with each contraction as he breathed.  I was in the same
condition, and it felt pretty fucking fantastic.  The reflection in the
mirrored wall across from us of this incredible muscle stud and his stud
puppy son, both nude and both with pumped up dicks, proved the point.  We
both looked fucking hot.

As the cool down ended, we got off the machines and the first thing we did
was kick off our sneakers, then proceeded to peel off our socks so that we
were both completely naked again.  That's how we preferred it - all skin
all the time.  We only covered up when absolutely necessary.

"Hey Hanker.  What's up?" asked Dad as my stud big brother walked into the
gym.

"Are you two done yet?  I was hoping we'd all take a steam and sauna."
That was our typical ritual after a long workout session.

Once my feet were completely bare, I looked up at Hank.  At first I thought
he had sweated buckets by the pool - his whole naked body glistened like
ours did, his cut muscles pronounced and highlighted, as was his shaved,
semi-erect cock.  Hank always seemed to be sporting wood, tho.

"Why are you so sweaty?" I asked.  "You worked out by doing laps in the
pool."

"It's not sweat.  I'm greased up.  It's a new oil I got that you put on
when you sit in heat to penetrate the skin."

"Doesn't it feel gross?" Dad asked.  "It doesn't look gross.  Actually, you
look hot all oiled up like that - shows all your muscles off.  And your
meat.  But still..."

"Actually, it doesn't.  Just the opposite.  As I was rubbing it on, it was
really getting me hot.  I was going to wank a load right there by the pool,
but decided to wait.  I wanna build the ball juice up."

"Good boy on the self-control." said Dad.  "As we know, shooting the
biggest load possible is always the best."

"Amen to that!" I added.

 "Let's hit the sauna, boys."

"Wait, Dad." I said, reaching into the cabinet to my left for a towel to
wipe down the sweat all over my body.  "Hank, grease me up too.  I wanna
try the stuff."

When I was dry, Hank started applying the grease.  It was surprising light,
and the heat of my skin made the film he was slathering on me tingle just a
little bit.  I could totally understand why Hank had gotten squirrelly.  He
lubed my whole front, including my cock, sac and legs then did my back and
ended up at my ass.  He slowed a bit as he rubbed it on both ass cheeks and
I instinctively opened my legs wider where I stood so he could get my whole
ass.  He poured a bit more grease on the tips of his fingers, then ran them
along my crack, stopping at my hole to probe it, and eventually inserting
first one, then a second finger into my chute, oiling me up inside as well.
I wriggled my ass a bit to get his fingers in deeper, bit my lip when they
did, and let out a little moan.  I was looking straight at Dad the whole
time this was happening.  He was standing about two feet in front of me,
smiling, his cock at its enormous full length again.  I noticed some juice
running down the shaft, shining in the light.  He does love to watch Hank
play with my ass - about as much as I love to have Hank finger me.  Always
have.

"Feel good, Cole?" he asked me.

"Oh, fuck yes." I sorta cooed.  "You know I like my ass played with Daddy.
And Hank does a fantastic job giving my hole the attention it needs.  Just
like you always do, Daddy.  I'm one lucky fuck."

"And a good one at that." said Hank, removing his fingers from my chute and
slapping my ass. "If we keep this up, we'll never make it to the sauna."
Hank's cock had also inflated to it's full length while we was fingering
me.  I was disappointed, but I also understood.  Holding off just made us
all hornier.

"Dad, how about you?" asked Hank.

"I'll pass.  You two be the grease monkey's this time around.  Let's hit
the sauna."

As we were walking to the sweatbox Hank asked "When are Alex and Manny due
back?"

"Day after tomorrow." said Dad.  "Seems they can't wait to get back.  I
talked with Manny last night.  Being home in Argentina has been a tough
trip this go round."

Inside the hot wooden box, we all positioned ourselves on benches and
settled in for a good sweat.  I sat with one leg up, putting my thick,
stiff rod on full display to my bro and dad.  By sitting like that, it also
exposed my hairless hole, and without thinking I ran a couple of fingers
around it, feeling how Hank had loosened it up a bit with his own fingers a
few minutes before.  Despite the heat, or maybe because of the heat I was
causing in my own body, my nips tightened up, as did my pecs.

"Boy, if you keep doing that to yourself, I just might have to fuck you."
growled Dad, smiling at me.

I smiled back, the put a finger in my butt, right up to the first knuckle.
Both Dad and Hank watched.  Both their cocks throbbed.

"Thanks for thinking to grease up my chute, Yanker."

"Know how you like to be prepped, little bro.  Always willing to make you
happy."

"Did you oil up your own?" asked Dad.  He reached over and snaked his hand
into Hank's greasy crotch.  Hank spread his legs so that Dad could get at
his hole, and when Dad got there he ran his thick fingers over Hank's ass
lips, the pushed a finger deep into my big brother.  Hank's ass took the
digit easily.  His head fell back and his eyes closed as he moaned this
time.  "Yup." said Dad.  "Good boy, Hanker."  Dad pulled his clean but oily
finger back and took a deep whiff.  "Love your fucking ass smell.  Both of
you.  Can't get enough of it."  Our cocks continued to throb and all of us
leaked a bit of juice, but no one touched themselves.  We all knew we were
building it up for later.  Manny and Alex came to us through a
recommendation made by one of Dad's friends.  I don't know who.  But about
a week after that fateful day when my family shed our clothes and our
inhibitions about touching ourselves and each other, Dad laid it out.

"Need you both here on Saturday, pretty much all day.  I've gotten a
referral on a service that sets up hired help and we've got a few prospects
coming in on Saturday for interviews.  Since they may end up living here,
you both should be part of the decision."

"Do they know we're nudists?" asked Hank.

"Yup." replied Dad.  "Apparently, the service has a specialty division that
handles situations like this.  Everyone whose coming by knows in advance
that we're all guys, we're father and sons, and we live nude 24/7."

"Cool." I said.  "Do they know we like to touch each other?"  At this point
our activity hadn't much progressed beyond giving each other head.  I was
determined to learn how to deep-throat a cock and had two prime slabs of
meat to practice on.  Hank allowed me complete access to his joint - it was
no big deal to him where or when I wanted to suck on it.  Dad regulated our
time together, but he made me take it slow, made my cock sucking sessions
with him really long, like his rod.  I was getting better and better, but
still couldn't truly deep throat.  That was the goal.

"Not so much.  That we're going haveta play by ear."

"Do we gotta wear clothes while they're here?" I asked.

"I was thinking it's probably best - what if someone is just gross?"
laughed Dad.  "We can always strip off at any point to see just how
comfortable they really are."

Saturday came and first few guys were less than promising.  While one had
been professional chef, he was over-weight and completely out of shape.
Not gonna work for us.  Another seemed like a dirty old man.  Another was
too much of a big, dramatic girl for us to be comfortable with.

Right from the start we all liked Alex and Manny.  They're originally from
Argentina.  They sorta could pass for twins, but not really.  Manny digs
the outdoors, is partial to horses and plants.  Alex is the homebody -
professionally trained chef, all around organizer.  What added to it tho,
was that they're nudists too.

After having chatted with them for about an hour, my dad said "Guys, you're
aware that we're nudists.  We're all bare-assed pretty much all the time.
Any problems with that?"

"None at all." Alex said.  Manny just shook his head no.  They looked at
each other, then at the three of us.  "We're nudists too." explained Alex.

"Really?" I said, probably a little too excitedly.  But who wouldn't.  They
guys are both 5'9, with swarthy, Latin coloring.  Dark hair, black eyes,
exceptionally white teeth.  Manny is 190 pounds of solid muscle, but it
isn't gym muscle.  He's big from working outside, lifting things, tending
horses.  That's a particular passion of his.  Alex is 170, also pumped, but
his muscle is more classic - gym pumped - thick arms, neck and pecs,
rippling back muscle that pop even when covered by a shirt.  I was so happy
when I heard Dad suggest that we all get more comfortable and see how we
feel.  Within seconds Dad, Hank and I were nude - we were both just wearing
shorts and t-shirts.  The guys took a little longer, removing each piece of
clothing, folding it and placing layer after layer on a chair.

"Holy Christ!"  Manny exclaimed, when he turned around and saw the three of
us, and our cocks.  "This is definitely a man's family."  Both he and Alex
smiled.

When they finally dropped their pants, all three of us fell silent.  The
boys both had trim waists and the most perfect bubble butts we'd ever seen.
Thick, but hard.  Round and high.  Asses that sat above thick thighs and
calves.  When they turned around, we were presented with a pair of
beautiful cocks, hanging down from defined, flat stomachs edged by sexy-ass
ridges. We got as good as we gave.  Their cocks were definitely not as big
as any of ours, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of.  And both guys were
shaved completely, everywhere.  There wasn't one hair anywhere on their
bodies, other than their heads.

"Nice!" said Hank.

"Back at you all!" said Alex.

Dad suggested the we all retire out to the back, have something to eat and
drink and get to know each other.  The guys agreed.  We spent the next four
hours sitting and talking, and the conversation naturally took a tack about
when they could move in.

Then Dad said, "This has gone incredibly well, guys.  My boys and I are
clearly very comfortable having you here, and it seems to be mutual.
Before we lock anything down, I do want to be completely honest with you
both.  My boys and I are very, very close."

"I think we both can tell that." said Manny.  "It's nice to see.  You can
probably tell that Alex and I are very close."

Dad, Hank and I looked at each other.  "We're extremely close." Dad
replied.

"So are we." answered Alex.

"Cole, why don't you and Hank show the guys just how close we are."
suggested Dad.

Alex and Manny looked at each other as they casually sat in their chairs.
I got up and walked over to Hank.  Leaning down, I kissed him on his mouth
- lightly at first, then full on open mouth with very obvious tongue
action.  I broke from our kiss and went over to Dad.  I did the same thing.
Dad is an incredible kisser, he's soft and insistent, but strong and sexy
at the same time.  He put his hand on the back of my head to pull me closer
while our tongues played together.  His touch, his manly smell, his strong
hand all get me hot and when I pulled back from the kiss, my cock was
full-on hard.  So was Dad's.  So was Hank's.

And so were Alex and Manny's eight-inch rods.

"I see." said Alex.  Manny then leaned over and Alex met him half way.
They proceeded to tongue-fuck each other in front of the three of us.

When they broke, Alex turned to us and said "Guess we have even more in
common."  Everyone laughed.

"How far does it go with you two?"  asked Dad.  "Do you do each other?"

"Is there any problem with it if we do?" asked Manny.

"Not at all."

"Nope."

"Fuck no!"

Once we'd all weighed in, Alex asked, "How far does it go with all of you?"

"My boys have just started exploring.  I've given them permission to do
whatever they want, whenever and wherever they wish.  Cole is practicing
his cock sucking skills, and likes to as often as possible.  He's also
discovering his enjoyment of butt play.  Hank also sucks a mean cock.
They've both had mine."

"Have you all fucked yet?" asked Manny, point blankly.

"Not yet." I said.  Hank was speechless.  Dad remained silent, tho smiling
and let us handle this one.  "Do you guys fuck?"

"Oh yeah." said Alex.

"Excellent!"

"Who's the top?" asked Hank.

"We flip." replied Manny.  "All depends on mood."

"Diplomatic." said Dad.  "Boys, listen to them."

My dick was so hard that I thought it would break off.  I pushed it down,
then snapped it back against my washboard.  When it hit, a trail of
glistening juice sprang up my front.

"So what'd you guys think?  We got a deal?" asked Dad.  "We can work out
the details later, but I suspect we can easily come to terms."

"I think we already have." smiled Alex.  Manny just nodded again.

They left soon after, reluctantly putting on their clothes.  But they
needed to close up their current lives and get back to us. Once they did,
three days later, they've been with us ever since.

+++

It was dark when Alex and Manny left.  Dad went to his study to make some
calls about the boys starting with us and when he was done, he joined us in
putting dinner together.

"What do you think?" he asked up both.

"Fucking hot, both of them.  Nice too." I said.

"Straight up studs.  So cool that they do each other." agreed Hank.

After dinner we moved to the living room.  Dad poured us all a glass of
wine.

"I'm proud of you boys.  You handled today like real men.  You were
courteous to everyone, and you both held your own with Alex and Manny.
Good job!" Dad raised his glass to us.

"Thanks, Dad.  But what do you mean that we held our own?" I asked.

"They asked pretty pointed questions, but you both gave it right back to
them without being rude or embarrassed."

"It's hot that they fuck." chimed in Hank.  He was playing with his horn
and it was starting to swell.

"Think so?  What about you, Cole?"

"Shit, yeah."  I started to stroke my own stalk.  I'd been pretty horned up
while and since they'd left.  This was the first time I could really do
anything about it.  I was rock hard in seconds.

Dad got us from his chair and came over to me sitting on the sofa. "Put
your wineglass down, Cole, and put your legs up and spread 'em open.  Show
me your hole."  I did as I was told.  Hank was sitting next to me on the
sofa.  He just watched.

Although I had my legs up, Dad bent down and kissed me first.  Another one
of those hot, lingering locks with his tongue probing my mouth.  His smell
again got my blood hot and my dick strained harder.  He broke the kiss, but
dragged his tongue to my nipple, biting and licking first one, then the
other.  Both were instantly hard.  He then dragged his tongue down my
front, running it over each and every crevice and mound, taut muscle after
muscle.  When he got to my cock I was, of course, oozing prick syrup -
thick and clear - as it roiled up from my dickhead, then fell over itself
down my swollen glans, then my cock shaft.  Dad licked it all up.  "Hmmmm."
he sorta growled as he got up every last drop.  "Fucking sweet.  My boy's
juice."  He went back over my cockhead with his tongue, routing in my piss
slit with the tip.  "Gimme it all, little man.  Gimme it all."  I sucked in
air as he did this, my head pressed against the back of the couch.

With his tongue flat against my shaft, Dad continued down to my hairless
balls, licking each one in on either side of their fleshy sac.  He put each
one delicately in his mouth and rolled them around, then popped each one
back out.  "Fucking stud balls, full of cum.  Mmmmm."  He licked my ball
sac all over with his flat tongue.

Then he kept going and when his hot tongue and lips finally hit my asshole
I though I was going to pass out.  He lapped at my hole - I was moaning
loudly, over and over.

"O fuck, Dad!  What are you fucking doing to me!  Fuck!"  I moaned.

"Opening up my boy's hole" was his answer.  "Got to get you nice and open
wide, little man."  His tongue started to burrow into my hole.  Just when I
thought the electric charges running through my body couldn't get any more
intense, they did.  As Dad mouth fucked my back door, he reached up and
started tweaking my nips - pinching, playing, running his big, thick
fingertips just over the tip of my hard, hard nipple.  My body was going
crazy.

Dad was lapping at my cherry like a dog to a bowl of water on a hot day.
The more he ate, the sloppier my ass was getting and every so often he'd
ram his face into my hole and growl.  He had a slight end of day stubble
going, and the scratch against my tender, wet rear end was driving me nuts.

Suddenly, Dad stopped and looked up at me.  He brought his index finger to
my mouth.  "Open up and get it wet, little man.  Get it really fucking
wet." He growled and grinned at me.  Again, I did as I was told and while I
worked to get that fucking finger as wet as I could, Dad went back to
snacking on my rosebud.

When he thought I'd done enough, of course, the damp digit went right up my
chute.  He took it slowly at first, but realized that I was used to having
fingers up there by now.  If Hank wasn't playing with my sphincter, I was -
regularly.  But Dad crooked his finger and found my chestnut.  I damn near
died.  My cock pulsed but didn't shoot.

"What the fuck!" I screamed, bucking my ass against Dad's hand, getting his
finger in deeper.  Dad added a second finger, and that gave him leverage to
really massage my prostate.  I was in fucking heaven.

"There it is.  Yeah, little man.  Enjoyin' the ride?"  I kept wiggling my
ass.

"Fuck, Daddy, fuck!  That's soooo god-dammed hot.  Motherfucker!"  I pushed
back against him again.

"That's right, Cole. Fuck yourself on my finger.  Ride it, boy.  Enjoy it."

Hank sat next to me, furiously pounding his pud and whimpering.

"Hank - get down here." instructed Dad.  Hank slid right off the cushion,
turned around and faced my ass as well.  Dad leaned over and lip-locked
Hank, giving him a big sloppy kiss that was full of the taste of my ass.
"Eat your brother's hole."

Hank needed no instruction and dove right in.  Dad slipped his fingers out
of my ass.

"No, Daddy!" I whined and wriggled my ass against Hank's face.  "No!  Put
'em back!" I begged.

Dad stood up, his cock leaking juice in a steady stream.  Strings of honey
were attached to his legs, drips coming off his tight ball sack.  He
scooped up a handful and brought to my mouth.  I licked his hand furiously,
then he bent and kissed me again.

"Taste your ass, Cole?  Don't it taste sweet?  You let Hank continue to
open you up and I'll be right back, baby.  You just enjoy Hank."  Dad
kissed me again, and when he did Hank slipped a finger into my butt.

"mmmmmmmmmmm.......oh yeah!" was all I could say.

Dad disappeared for what seemed like forward but probably was just under a
minute.  When he came back, he had a bottle of lube in his hand, his cock
was greased up and he was stroking it, although I don't think it could have
gotten any bigger.  It was straining at its full ten inches.

He kissed me again, letting his tongue languish in my mouth.  I
automatically sucked on it, whimpering the whole time.  Then he broke away.

"Good boy, Hank."  Dad said.  "But it's daddy's turn now."

"What are you going to do to him, Dad?" leered Hank, seductively, moving
back up the sofa. "He's really horned up."

"Pop his fucking cherry, Hank.  He wants it.  He's wanted it for a while
and it's time he gets it.  He loves cock - said so himself.  I want to make
him happy."

"Fuck." said Hank. "Fucking hot, man.  Make him happy, Dad.  Make my sweet
little bro happy."  He moved out of the way.

Staning in front of me, Dad lubed up his fingers, then got my hole all
greased up.  I watched him the whole time, and he smiled back at me as he
played with my boy pussy.  I was whimpering still.

"Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?"  I asked.  "Are you going to put your fat
fucking dick in me and fuck me?"

"Is that what you want, little man?"

"O god yes!  I've wanted it for soooooo long.  I want your dick in me, all
the way in.  I wanna feel your balls against my ass." I pleaded.  Dad
smiled down at me.

"It's gonna hurt, baby.  I've got a big cock.  You've had to practice a lot
to get it down your throat."

"I don't care, Daddy." I begged. "You gotta fuck me.  I'm on fucking fire.
Please.  Please put your dick in me."

Dad took his huge schlong and gripped it at the base.  His mushroom head
swelled up even more, then he rubbed just the head of his cock against my
pink, wet, swollen cherry.  Up and down he rubbed his cockhead, up and
down.  His juice poured out, slathering all across my hole, making it ever
wetter than it was from Dad and Hank's combined spit and the lube.  Then
Dad pushed the first bit of his dick head into my ass ring.  My butt
exploded in a searing pain, but I wanted more and I was gonna get it.

"More!  More!"

"Are you ok, little man?" asked Dad, smiling that wicked smile again.

I pushed my ass against him and closed my eyes against the pain.
"Ughhhh...more!"

"Here's another inch, little man."  He pushed his hips forward.  "2 in and
just another 8 to go."

We played this game back and forth, sometimes taking it slow, sometimes me
pushing hard against him to get him in me.  Then all of a sudden he was in.

"Fucking bottomed out, man!  Fucking hot, little bro!" Hank yelled, then
leaned over and kissed me.  I sucked his tongue into my mouth as hard as I
could.  He pinched and played with my nipples.

Dad started to slip his massive schlong out of me, then push it back in.
With every re-entry, my whole body screamed.  I'd never felt more alive.

Push, re-tract; push, re-tract; push, re-tract.  All of a sudden my ass
ring muscles relaxed and Dad's rod slid a aways out, then slid aways in.
Then again.  And again.  He was fucking me.  I was getting fucked for the
first time in my life and my fucking stud father was doing it.

"Yeah, little man!  Take my cock.  Ride that sonofabitch!"

I broke my kiss from Hank.  "Man!  Fuck my pussy daddy. Fuck my fucking
ass!  This feels amazing.  I'm so full of your cock!  I fucking love it!"

Hank stood there watching the whole thing, pounding his pud, then all of a
sudden shot a huge load right across my stomach and chest.  Hot ropes of
brother cum, splashed across me.  Dad kept fucking me and I kept begging
for more.  Once he finished shooting, even milking his cock to get the last
drops of jizz out of him and onto me, Hank fell back on the sofa.

"Motherfucker!" he yelled.

Dad kept up his rhythm.  I was having the time of my life. His cock was
rubbing against my nutt and I was in ecstasy.  Instinctively, I clamped
down on his dick with my ass muscles.

"Fuck, Cole!  Fuck!" yelled Dad, picking up his speed.  I smiled at him,
beaming as wide as I could and started playing with my nipples.  Then I
touched my cock.  I exploded, shooting and shooting and shooting my junk
all over me, over my head, on the floor. It was everywhere.  The spasms
caused Dad to hit it.

"Here it fucking comes, little man!  You're first ass load!  Ughhhhh...."
and he started to shoot inside me. He kept fucking me until he'd emptied
his balls in my ass, then for little bit afterward.  He finally slipped his
snake from my chute. I felt like an appendage had been cut off.  I was
empty, covered in come and completely satisfied.

Dad plopped down next to Hank, heaving and sweaty.

"Fucking awesome, you two.  Fucking awesome!" Hank said.

Dad got up, leaned over me and kissed me very tenderly.  "Are you alright,
little man?"

My eyes were glazed, but I couldn't be happier.  "I'm one hundred percent
fucking fantastic, Dad.  Thanks!  It was fucking amazing."

"That it was, little man.  That it was."  Dad kissed me again. "Come on,
Hank.  Let's get him in the shower, cleaned up and to bed.  You did good,
little man."  He kissed me once more.

"I can't wait for my turn, Dad." said Hank, surprising both Dad and I.

"Excellent!" I answered.  Dad smiled at Hank. "Anytime, Hanker.  Anytime
you're ready.  Only not right now.  I need to catch my breath.  Your
brother is one hot fuck."

As Hank was helping me up he turned to me and said, "I suspect tomorrow you
really will be Cole-sore."