Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 23:07:42 -0700 (PDT) From: eames1668 Subject: Cole Pt. 4 NOTE: Thanks to everyone for the great feedback and encouragement on the story. Truly appreciated and glad to know that you're all enjoying it so much. "Cole - wanna play?" Hank's voice seeped into my brain and I opened my eyes. Still sitting on the wooden riser, leaning back against the sauna wall, with my own two fingers idly teasing my hot hole as I re-lived Dad popping my ass cherry. My dick strained, stretched as long as it could go, slick with juice as I remembered how fantastic my first fuck was. Dad and Hank were still with me in the hotbox, all of us sweating up a storm. Rivulets streamed down our naked, hard flesh. It was tough to tell the difference between the grease that Hank and I were coated in and the sheen of sweat that we all presently sported. Dad sat about a foot away from me, also propped up against the wall but his legs hung down over the risers. His monumental cock, however, was at its engorged fullest, slick with his own natural lube. The ultimate testament to being a guy. Hank, with his prick as hard as the both of us, stood between Dad's legs, rubbing his stiff pole slowly up and down Dad's. If Dad's cock was a violin, Yanker's was the bow sawing out a tune and the music was their combined grunts. Hank was leaning in, lip locking Dad and I could clearly see their tongue action - both battling as they danced around in the other's mouth. Hank broke away and looked over at me, but didn't stop grinding into Dad's pulsing shaft. "It's called frottage, Cole." Hank explained, as he pushed himself against Dad. Dad had both his big, meaty hands on Hank's ass, mashing his hot son's saddle hard against his own swollen meat. From where I sat, I could see them coating each other's dong with their sticky goo. Strings of it stretched between Hank's thick cock head and Dad's meaty knob every time Hank slid his shaft against Dads, down to Dad's ball sac. "You two were doing this a bit that first afternoon in the bathroom." Dad added. "Frotting just before you both shot all over each other." Both Dad and Hank moaned, and Hank's body shivered a little, all over, despite the heat of the sauna. "Fuck that feels sweet!" groaned Hank, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. His hips kept grinding their slow, horny dance. For my part, I sat there watching my father and his first-born cock wrestle, listening to the sounds of pleasure they both made, proving how enjoyable it was for them, and fingering myself. I'd run an index finger around my pucker, still greasy from the application that Yanker has slathered on before we got in the heat, now mixed with my own body run-off. Around I'd go, circling the fucker, then slipping my finger in, then out, then in again. Sometimes I'd add another, but no matter how many there were, every time I entered myself my cock would jump, ooze some syrup, and my nipples would harden. All the while I watched them slither against each other, seep dong drool, and sweat. "Show Cole how it feels, Hanker." suggested Dad, with a lewd little grin on his face. Hank deep kissed Dad again, clearly sucking on his tongue, then broke away and stepped down a bit until he was in front of me. He leaned forward and ran his steel-hard poker straight up against mine, pushing himself into me while he did. Electricity ran through my body. All my muscles, from my beefy shoulders and pecs, across my popped six-pack, and right down through my heavy thighs and calves the pleasure shock traveled. My toes curled. But I never removed my fingers from my hole. Just kept them going steadily in and out. "Hot!" I hissed. "Take it slow, boys. Enjoy it." instructed Dad, leisurely running his fingers up and down his own massive slab. His clean-shaven balls jumped in their pouch as he watched us. That incredibly heavy-muscled daddy body with its piles and piles of pumped details - shoulders, chest, arms, forearms with the sinewy veins crisscrossing themselves, and his wide hands with those thick fingers and perfectly shaped nails, so white in contrast to his tanned skin, slowly manipulating his meat saber. He wasn't about to let himself blow. He was clearly building up a massive load of ball juice. "I fucking love watching you two do each other." He licked his lips and winked at us. "I dunno, Dad. I think Cole might not be into it." Hank said, grabbing his stick around the base so his cock head swelled even more and a glob of honey formed at the piss slit. "He keeps finger fucking himself." He swiped his purple crown of meaty flesh against my asshole. "Uh......" I moaned, removing my fingers from myself. I ran them under my nose. I love smelling my own ass. Dad got me into the habit. I love smelling my ball sweat, too. "Maybe we play a different game, huh Cole?" asked Hank, with a slight teasing lilt to his voice. "Which one?" I sighed, wiggling my ass a bit. The sensuous torture of it all was sublime and I started tweaking my left nipple, pinching at the nub to get it hard, then running my fingertip slightly over the top. I was on fire again. "Roll the pole in Cole's hole?" asked Hank, wagging his eyebrows up and down and smiling at me. "A family favorite." he added. "Sure is!" piped in Dad, continuing to stroke himself. He, too, was pinching and playing with his nipple, as well as massaging his massive pecs. "All around, trust me. But not just yet, Yanker." Hank looked at me, pursed his lips and frowned just a bit as he pressed his dripping wet cock head into my relaxed hole. Just a bit of his dick tip disappeared into my chute. "Uh..." I moaned again, almost pushing my ass toward his crotch to get more of his cock into me. "Let's frott some more." I suggested. "I like that." "Whatever my baby bro wants." Hank slid his straining dick back up against mine and started rubbing up against me, pressing while he was rolling his hips. It felt fucking incredible. "There you go, baby." Hank cooed, leaning in for one of our porn lip locks. I fucking love mackin' on my bro. There's nothing like it. We played like this, back and forth, for a while then Hank went back to rubbing and kissing Dad, then back to me, then Dad again. We were all sweating like pigs. Moisture was streaming off us. "Guys - let's take a break." Dad suggested, as Hank and I wailed our dicks against each other. My balls were soaked with a steady load of Yanker's cock juice and mine. "We're gonna give ourselves a heart attack if we keep it up much longer it here." He got up and put a hand on Hank's shoulder, leaning over and watching our dicks play the other. "But what a sweet exit." I moaned, as Hank pulled away from me. We all left the sauna and trekked into the giant shower area, tiled in blue stone on the floor and up the four-foot walls that surrounded the pit. Six rainmaker water heads hung from the ceiling. The pit was surrounded by floor to ceiling glass doors that open out to the property. As Hank got the water running, Dad opened all the doors, letting in a summer breeze. The shower felt like you were walking in a field during a rainstorm, but the sun was shining. Our cocks were in various state of arousal. Dad and I weren't fully hard, but thick and meaty, and honey dripped from both our heads. Dad took a good swipe from my dick and licked his finger. I did the same to him. Hank was rock hard - I thought he was going to spontaneously explode in a shower of jizz at any second, but he didn't. Instead he kept pulling on his ball sack and blowing off steam until he backed off the edge of his orgasm. We all got under the water and sloughed down. It felt good to get the sweat, grease and cock drool off my body, and the grease had worked perfectly. My skin was soft and comfortable, and when I ran my hands over Hank's taut, rippling back and ass, he felt the same. One last rinse off, I left the shower and went over to lie down. Opposite the shower area were six chaise lounges - steel frames with terry cloth covered cushions, no arms, and articulated backs that allowed the bed to be positioned completely flat. Alex changed the covers regularly, and I loved laying down just from the shower, my body still wet, on the fresh terrycloth. With the open window next to me I was both inside and outside at the same time. The workout, the run and all the sex play had me a bit beat, so I laid out flat on my stomach with my round jock ass on full display. I opened my legs a bit to let the cool breeze blow over my balls, crack and man-pussy. "Nice view!" Dad yelled from the shower, where he and Hank were soaping each other up. "Real fucking nice!" added Hank. I raised my head and turned around to look at both of them across from me, naked and sudsy, rubbing each other up and down in the cascading water and smiled a big, broad grin, laid my head down again atop my crossed biceps and closed my eyes. ++++ When Manny and Alex first moved in I was a bit uncomfortable. It was one thing to be constantly nude with Hank and Dad - it felt completely natural and I never really thought about it. Same thing with the sex play. We were exploring and everything was new and exciting. It certainly helped that both my Dad and older brother are fucking hot-ass studs.. But the way that they allowed me total access to their bodies and were both willing to let me try whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted was something I realized I had taken for granted once Manny and Alex became part of the house. Coming down to the kitchen the first few days to find Alex making breakfast, his smooth, muscular body as nude as could possibly be - without clothes or body hair - his black eyes and white smile so sexy in the morning. It made me nervous, I guess. Some mornings I'd come down to eat wearing loose boxer shorts. Alex never said a word to me about my covering up - just went about his business, bare-assed. His cock would bounce as he walked around the kitchen, his ass muscles popped whenever he bent over to get something out of a cupboard or drawer. And I couldn't keep me eyes diverted. Instead I watched every move he made and often after I'd eaten I'd slip back upstairs to my room, rip off the boxers and beat our a thick load of jock cum thinking about his dick, balls and ass. His lips and hands and sexy-ass feet. I'd whack and whack at myself until I'd shot several ropes of dude cream up my chest and, sometimes, right over my head. Manny was the same, but different. He spent the bulk of his time outside, also as naked as possible. But depending on what he was doing - yard work, planting, removing weeds, installing a water feature in the yard, he might have a pair of beaten up cowboy boots or green rubber wellies that came up to his knees to protect his feet and legs. A lot of the time he'd have on a straw cowboy hat - the kind with the brim that curls up on either side. And that would be all. Cock and ass on full display. Loved every second of it, I did. He'd look sexy as hell, his thick muscular body, also completely hairless, shiny with sweat but the muscles in his back and shoulders or his hamstrings popping with ridges and bulges. And again, I'd be up in my room shooting off a fat fucking load I'd pulled out of myself thinking about him. Only in Manny's case it was thinking about him stuffing me full of his thick cock. One morning as I approached the kitchen again in my boxers I overheard Dad and Hank talking. I froze in my tracks. "...dunno, Dad, but something's up with him lately. Ever since the guys moved in. Haven't you noticed it?" "Yea, I have Hank. I think Cole's a little uncomfortable having them around." "But why? They're the nicest guys. And fucking hot, too." "Remember, all this is still a bit new to Cole. Being bare-assed all the time. The sex stuff. It might be too much for him. Have you talked to him about it?" "No. Didn't seem right for me to bring it up?" "You're fucking joking, right? You two live nude 24/7 - in fact, it was your collective decision. You openly suck each other's cock and you fuck him. But you can't talk to him about what's going on with him emotionally?" "My theory is that he's hot for the guys but doesn't know what to do about it." "Really?" "Just a theory, Dad. But let me ask you something. The guys work for you. How would you feel if you walked in on either one of the them fucking around with Cole or me?" Dad paused for a second, then said "For starters, they work for us, not just me. But to answer your question, you know, I'm not sure. It's one thing for the three of us to screw around like we do. But the guys do work here. And, since they've moved in they haven't really seen the real stuff we get up to. I don't know how they'd feel about it either. I like them both, a lot, and I'm real comfortable with them here. God knows they work like crazy and I can't tell you what a relief it is to have them." "Have you had them?" asked Hank. I could just imagine the smirk on his face as he asked this. "Smart ass. Not yet." replied Dad. "Have you?" "The other day I was laying by the pool and Manny was doing his thing outside. He was sweaty, with his cowboy hat on and he looked so fucking hot. They both have great bodies, cocks and asses." "Yes they do." agreed Dad. "Manny was bent over some plants, his legs spread, crouching down a bit and I had this great view of his gorgeous ass and pucker. I instantly got hard and without really thinking I started to whack. Manny saw me, realized I was getting off on his ass, and opened up a little more, showing me more of his hole. After a bit I shot all over myself. I was covered in jizz. He just turned to me, smiled, and said "looks like it was a good one. Have fun?" I told him it was and thanked him for helping me out. He smiled and said "anytime. Always happy to help." then went back to work. His cock was rock hard but he never did anything about it, although I think he would have if I'd said anything." "Why didn't you?" "Wasn't sure if you thought it was cool." "Hanker, if you want to fuck around with either Manny, Alex or both of them together I don't care as long as they're comfortable with it. Same goes for Cole. Hell, I'd tap 'em both too, as long as it doesn't interfere with their comfort level working here. I don't want to fuck that up." "Got it, Dad. Geez, you're fucking boned!" Hank laughed. "What do you expect, with all this fuck talk?" laughed Dad back. I snuck back upstairs, ditched the boxers and went about my day, nude as much as possible like usual. ++++ That night I got home after being out with some friends from school. When I arrived, Alex and Manny were sitting at the table eating dinner, nude of course, in the kitchen. "Hey!", I said as I came in, crossed the room and headed for the stairs. "Hey", answered Manny. "Have you eaten, Cole?" asked Alex. It was nice to have someone besides Dad ask that of me and know that he had something waiting if I said I was. "Thanks, Alex. Had something out with the guys. Need to get out of these clothes." I smiled. "Where's Dad and Hank?" "In the den watching tv." smiled Alex, shooting Manny a look. Manny smiled back at Alex. I didn't think too much about it. Just ran upstairs and stripped out of the shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops I had on. No underwear - I had started going commando those days and still do. Coming down the opposite end of the hall, I heard muffled sounds like moaning coming from the tv room. I assumed Dad and Hank were watching a movie. I was right, but I was not prepared for what I walked in on. On the big screen flat panel tv was a bi porn movie. Some chick was getting plowed in her shaved twat by an equally shaved-down muscle dude. He was hot. Another dude, also fucking hot, was stuffing the chick's mouth with his big, shaved slab of dick meat and the guys were making out. "What the fuck is this......." I started to ask, turning toward the sofa where Dad and Hank were seated. That's when the surprise hit. Hank was sitting on Dad's lap, facing the tv screen and slowly riding Dad's fucking ten-inch pole. He was moaning softly as he slowly rose up, then plunged down on Dad's enormous cock. Hank's own dick was hard as a rock and very, very wet. "Fuck!!" hissed Hank, lowering himself again and swallowing all the dick with his ass. "Yes!". "Ride it, Hanker. Ride my fucking cock. Damn hot, boy!" my father encouraged my brother. "What the fuck?!" I was finally able to spit out. "Hey, Cole", Hank moaned. "Dad's fucking my ass." As if he were just making normal everyday conversation. Which, for us, he pretty much was. He moaned again and started lifting himself off the slick shaft, inch after inch re-appearing from his guy-pussy. Hank was playing with both of his nipples as he impaled himself on Dad. "Seems that Hank isn't the butt virgin we thought, Cole." explained Dad, his hands on both sides of Hank's ass, guiding him with his hips to get maximum penetration. "When he told us he prefers ass he didn't explain that he likes to get it as much as he likes to give it." Dad moaned as Hank bottomed out on his rod. "Hot fucker, your brother." Hank rolled his head, moaning. "Feels fucking amazing. Fuck me, Dad. Fuck my ass!" "You're doing all the work, dude." said Dad. "Keep fucking yourself, baby." Behind me, on the screen, the one shaved hulk had pulled his joint from the sloppy twat. It was covered in pussy juice, but still hard as a rock. He stood up and the other stud leaned forward, taking the whole thing down his throat. Hank moaned even louder. "Fucking nasty. Fucking hot!" Hank yelled. I couldn't take it anymore. Totally disinterested in the movie, except for the two slabs of beef. Who wants to watch that when there's a solid, stiff, juicy man cock, my big brothers as well, bobbing up and down right in front of me? I had completely boned up myself. I walked up to Hank, kneeled in front of him, and deep-throated his entire slimy shaft. "Fucking A!" yelled Hank. "Suck my fucking cock, Cole! Yeah!" "Deep-throat that meat!" Dad yelled. "When the fuck did you learn to do that, Cole?" I pulled off my brother's knob, saliva and cock drool stringing from my mouth to Hank's meat. "Finally did it last week and have been practicing. Was gonna surprise you tonight." I continued to jack Hank's rod while talking to my Dad, who continued to fuck Hank's ass. Hank was in heaven. I went back to sucking. We continued like the well-oiled sex machine that we were until Hank's body started to stiffen. "I'm gonna fucking blow, Cole. Get ready." Hank pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth, then started shooting rope after rope of fuck batter down my throat. My own dick was screaming and I was whacking off in rhythm to Hank fucking my mouth. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" blast after blast. "Fuck! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!!" When Hank was done I licked off the remaining jizz from his cock head, digging my tongue into his engorged piss slit to make sure I'd gotten everything. When I was sure we was clean, I let him go. "Thanks Cole!" Hank said, continuing to impale himself on Dad's schlong. "Ok, enough!" Dad sighed, lifting Hank off his meat. "You haven't gotten off yet, Dad." said Hank. "Night's still young." answered Dad, winking at us. He pinched Hank's nipple as Hank dismounted. Dad got up, his slimy meat shiny in the low lighting of the room. "Getting myself a beer. Anybody want one?" he asked. "I'll go with you." I said. "I'm gonna rinse off." said Hank, heading toward the downstairs bathroom. Dad and I walked into the kitchen, both our cocks at full length. Dad's all wet and shiny, my lubed up naturally. Alex and Manny were both still at the table. "Sounds like some fun in there." smiled Alex. "Fucking my boys." explained Dad, as if it were nothing. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed two long necks. "Brew?" he asked the guys. "Sure" they both said in unison. Dad handed both Alex and Manny a bottle, then grabbed three more, handing me one. "We're not done in there yet. Up for joining us?" Dad asked. His cock had softened a bit and was now dripping syrup on the stone floor. You couldn't help but notice how fucking hot he looked. A slicked up slammin' pole, wet with lube and his son's ass juice, his heavy man body flushed from the recent fuck, plugging on a cold beer. "Man!" said Manny. "Are you sure about that? It's your family. We don't want to interfere." "You both live here now. We fuck around." Dad shrugged. "Nobody wants to hide it. You're both fucking hot and we've all been thinking about sucking your dicks, eating and fucking your asses. Haven't we, Cole?" I had remained speechless up to this point, lost in the raw sex that was my dad. "Haven't we, Cole?" asked Dad again, pulling once more on his beer. His voice wasn't gruff, just asking a question. "Yes, Daddy." I managed to choke out, then pulled on my own beer. "Tell the guys what you want, Cole." instructed my Dad. I looked directly at both of them. Their cocks were up and as hard as ours. Alex was running a finger around the beefy crown of his dick, getting it wet. He lifted his finger and a thin string of sticky ooze lifted up from his cock head with it. He looked up at me and smiled. "I wanna suck both of your cocks. I want you both to fuck me. I wanna eat both your asses. I want you to watch my brother and my dad and me suck and fuck each other. I wanna fuck you both." My dad turned to me and smiled, snaking a heavy arm around my shoulder. "And I wanna fuck you too, Daddy." I said, looking straight at him. "Any time, little man. Anytime. You know that." He leaned over and lip locked me. When he pulled away his dick was full and thick again. Hank came into the kitchen just then and Dad handed him his bottle. Hank screwed off the top, took a plug and looked around. "What's going on?" he asked. "Your dad just invited us to join in on the fuck games." explained Alex. "Cole is cool with it. How about you?" "Fucking bring it, man!" Hank responded. "I've wanted a crack at both of you since the first afternoon that we shucked down and sat outside. Fucking hot! Totally into it." "Cole, tell Hank was you just told all of us." said Dad, smiling at me. "Go on. Tell him." "I wanna fuck everybody here." "Excellent!" replied Hank. "Any time you want my ass, baby bro, it's all yours. Anytime at all." Hank leaned over and kissed me, hard. When he broke away he asked me "Who's first?" "I am." said Dad, matter of fact, ending any argument that might have occurred. "I took Cole's ass. He's got a right to mine. I want my little man in me as much as he wanted me in him." Again, Dad leaned over and kissed me. Alex and Manny kissed each other as well. "We got fucking lucky, didn't we?" Alex asked Manny. "Not as much as it seems we're about to." answered Manny, with a huge grin on his face. Looking at the guys, Dad said "Same deal applies to you two as these two. Anything, anywhere, anytime, with anyone who is willing. But remember, we all live here. Respect each other." Alex and Manny got up from the table and walked over to the three of us. Their cocks were straining, leaking and bobbing as they crossed the room. "Deal!" said Alex, holding out his beer bottle. "Deal!" said the rest of us in union, all touching our bottles to Alex's. We all took a plug. Alex leaned over, reached up and kissed Dad on the lips. Dad grabbed the back of Alex's head and opened Alex's mouth with his tongue. When he was done, he did the same thing to Manny. Hank and I repeated the lip locks with both guys. Our five cocks slid up and down, against each other, every one sluicing each other with dick juice in the process. It felt damn good. "Let's get back to fucking." Dad suggested, heading toward the tv room. "In there?" I asked, surprised. "No. Upstairs in my room." laughed Dad. " I wanna turn off the set and get the lube." "Good. 'Cuz your gonna need it." I leered at Dad, grabbing his muscular ass. "Excellent!" said Hank, one arm each around Alex and Manny. Their respective dicks all throbbed. "Let's go watch my awesome little brother pound my hot dad's ass!" said Hank, leading the guys upstairs.