Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2008 03:41:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Cover yer Teeth Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 9 Over the course of the next year, it seemed as though the three of us had permanent hard-ons. It started with the three of us just getting killer wood every time Dad was around and gradually progressed from there. We got into the habit of standing so close together, when two of us were having a conversation in front of him, that our protruding erections would rub together. We played it off as though it we were simply engrossed in casual conversation and did nothing much to draw attention to the fact that we were practically sword fighting. Before long, we started this game where we would run up behind each other and swing our big, hard cocks around to dickslap each other on the ass as hard as we could manage. Mostly, it was just us boys, but occasionally one of us would get brave and dickslap Dad. We even developed a new version of "rock, paper, scissors." When there was some chore that we were all hesitant to do, instead of shooting for it, we would sneak up behind each other and hump our woodies up into each other's ass cracks and yell, "Uh, Uh, Uh! Now you're the bitch. You do it!" The first time Dad saw Shane do this to Brad he laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. Brad took it upon himself to become Dad's go-to work out buddy. Three or four days a week, they would lift out in the pool house weight room and, when Dad would bench press, there Brad would be spotting for him, standing real close so that all eight juicy inches of his impressive member were swaying just inches above Dad's face with no where else for his eyes to look. Circle jerks in the living room became an all the time thing, as well. We were all fairly busy with our own stuff, but we somehow still managed to circle up at least three times a week. At first, Dad mostly just went on puttering around the house paying us very little attention, but after about a month of constantly hearing porn blaring on the big screen and walking in to find his three sons knocking one out together, he gradually started caving, more and more, until it became a thing of habit and he joined us every time. Getting to watch Dad cum for us on an almost daily basis was like a dream come true. It was incredibly difficult not to immediately bust a nutt the moment he sat down and began stroking. After he became a fixture in our jerk-a-thons, we began to ease him into the idea that we were comfortable playing around with each other. Occasionally, one of us would lean over and take our brother's dick in our hands and push it down toward his thighs, only to suddenly let go and let the stiff cockmeat fly back and slap loudly against his stomach. Dad didn't even seem to raise an eyebrow at this, though, so we took things a step further. When all of us were sitting around on the living room couches beating off to his porn, we also let our wandering fingers play with and invade our own assholes. This seemed to get a slightly more intrigued reaction from the Old Man, but when he saw that all three of us were into it, it wasn't long before he was finger-fucking himself right along with us. So far, the plan had been working perfectly. Shane thought the next step would be to let him see us fucking, but we weren't ready to spring some hot brother-on-brother action on him, just yet. A couple of times, we sweet-talked some of the more "sexually advanced" girls to come home with us, after school. The idea was to let Dad come home from work to find us passing these girls around and he would see that we were into fucking in front of each other. It didn't work out quite like we wanted, though. The first time, we were all naked in the living room and when Dad walked in I was getting my dick sucked while Shane was doing the fucking. He definitely saw us, but he just nodded hello and went upstairs to his room without a word, as if he had just walked in on a Bible Study group that he didn't want to disturb. The second time, we tried to be more flagrant about it. The first thing Dad saw when he opened the front door was Brad's naked ass humping away into that girl at the foot of the stairs with Shane lying on the steps getting his cock sucked and I was getting jerked off through the banister. Again, he said nothing, but his eyes got large with shock, briefly, before giving way to a huge, crooked grin. With our fuck-fest standing between him and his room, this time, he excused himself to go work out. In retrospect, he could have been held culpable for our teenage girl gang-bangs, so it's no wonder he made himself scarce. One day, when I was lying out naked by the pool catching some sun with only a washcloth draped over my flaccid schlong (as I've always been the tiniest bit paranoid about irradiating my tender bits), Dad came out to join me. He sat in the sun chair next to mine and began carefully oiling up every inch of his stunning, muscular physique. As much as I was dying to catch the show, I thought it best to try and pay as little attention as possible, for fear that I would just wind up blatantly ogling him with my tongue wagging out of my gaping mouth, drooling down my chest. All my resolve was suddenly shot to hell when I felt Dad's weight sink next to me in my chair as he plopped his naked ass down by my side. "Do me a favor, Cade, and rub this oil over my back. I can't reach," said Dad. A nervous shudder swept over me and I grabbed the bottle of oil to eagerly comply. Momentarily, I managed to collect my thoughts and it occurred to me that my father's invitation to massage oil into his skin was a golden opportunity that I would have been a fool to pass up. "Tell you what, Dad," I chirped, trying to mask the thrill of anticipation that nearly made my voice crack. "This isn't the best arrangement for this. Why don't you go lay flat on your stomach, so I can really get at you?" Dad silently agreed and made his way over to set the back down on his chair and when he climbed onto it, face down, I noticed his gigantic floppy dick and balls slip between the rubber straps, that comprised the seat of the chair, to dangle conspicuously underneath. I walked over to him and rested one knee between his thighs, just below his round, firm ass, and kept one foot on the ground. I started high, trying my best to sensually massage the oil into his neck and shoulders. When I moved down to the massive, sinewed wings of his back, I felt the tip of my prick fall against the back of Dad's thigh. Touching Dad's flesh with my cock made my heart beat like crazy and I could feel my meat begin to swell into what was sure to be a raging erection. Slightly scared as to how he would react, I considered moving so that my hard-on could grow unnoticed, as Dad was lying there with his eyes closed. The feelings of burning lust I harbored for him fought their way up to the surface, instead, and I realized that this was right in line with everything else we had been doing. As I kneaded and worked the muscles in the middle of Dad's back with my hands, I carefully maneuvered my hips so that my slowly growing hard-on was draped right on top of Dad's thigh, letting it glide over his oily skin so he could feel it becoming a huge, throbbing boner. With shallow breaths, I anxiously watched for our Old Man to give some sort of reaction to having his son's hard cock pressed against him. Softly and almost inaudibly he moaned, "Mmmm." Even though I couldn't be sure that this was a green light, it was surely close enough. I raised up off of Dad's thigh and moved to straddle him with a knee on either side of his hips. I can't adequately describe how incredible it felt to have my Dad's hot body laid out between my legs; his supple ass on display mere inches below one of the most painful erections I've ever had in my life. In two seconds and one swift motion, I could be fucking him up the butt just like I had fantasized about. Instead, I leaned forward and put all my weight into massaging the rippling muscles around his shoulder blades. Now and then, my throbbing meat would dangle and bounce against the small of Dad's back, right above his ass crack. Everything I did seemed to be met with gentle moans of encouragement, so I decided to go a little lower. The lower I massaged, the more difficult it became to manage what with the way I was perched on my knees above him. I had come this far, so I figured I may as well go for the gold. I lowered myself to rest my bare ass on Dad's thighs with my aching woody nestled perfectly in the crevice between the succulent mounds of his behind. Just as I was getting back to rubbing oil into his lower back with my cock sliding up and down in his ass crack as I moved, he spoke. "Whoa! Whoa! Hold on, Cade." I've never been so startled in all my life. I felt like I had just touched a live wire. It almost knocked the wind out of me and I sat back with a jump, taking my hands off of his back and trying to keep my dick from touching him, as well. I was terrified. Was he mad? Was he about to flip out on me and tell me he was disgusted by me? My heart was thumping in my chest so hard I was almost afraid I might have a heart attack, right then and there. "Let me just . . . " Dad's voice trailed off as he sort of rolled over on to one hip. He reached down to free that towering monstrosity of a cock, which was now as hard as I had ever seen it, from where it had been poking through the sun chair. He held it against his belly and rolled back over onto his front so that the huge ramrod was pinned between his body and several straps on the chair where he lay. He sighed a great big sigh and said, "Ah! That's much better." I heaved a massive sigh of relief, as well, but it took me a moment to shake that looming feeling of terror. There wasn't much point in going back to massaging his back as it was completely covered in oil. As much as I wanted to go back to rubbing my dick on his ass, it had gone almost completely limp from the fright. Just then, I noticed that Dad's entire body had been well oiled, except for his butt. Steeling my resolve, I poured more oil into the palm of my hand and started at the top of his hips. I moved back on the chair to where I knelt between Dad's knees so I could really lean into him. Gradually, I worked my way down until I had both of those gorgeous, round buns firmly in my grasp. As I kneaded and pawed, Dad's crack spread open where I could get a point blank look at his twitching butthole. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in to where my face was just inches away from his hairy crack and I spread his cheeks so I could take in the sight and the smell. I've mentioned how the smell of a hot, sweaty ass drives me wild. It took everything I had to refrain from diving in, head first, to lick my father's crack all the way from his scrotum to the back of his neck. Once his cheeks were all oiled up, I felt there was only one more place I dared to venture. There was no way I could seriously massage his rosebud, so I decided to make a joke of it. I quickly swirled my hands around Dad's buns and rapidly drew one hand right up the middle of his crack, briefly tickling his hole with the very tips of my fingers before slapping him hard on the ass. "There you go! All done," I said casually, acting as though I hadn't just coped my first feel of one of my father's erogenous zones. Dad turned his head to the side and sleepily mumbled, "Mmmm. Thanks, Cade. I haven't had a rub-down that good in a long time." "No problem, Dad," I said as I stood to make my way back over to my own sun chair, suddenly aware that the raging hard-on bouncing around in front of me had returned in full force. "I was happy to." When I laid back down, I glanced over to see that his heavy, sagging nuts were still dangling between the strips in the chair. When he yawned, stretched and rolled over onto his back, I not only saw his great big cock that had been hard as rock that whole time, I could swear I saw a long string of precum elongate between the tip of his dick and the place on the chair against which it had been pinned. Soon I made the excuse that I had been in the sun too long and made my way into the pool house, ostensibly to shower. Instead, I stood at a window where I could clearly see Dad lying out with his glorious rod still standing at attention and rubbed out the biggest nutt. I told Shane and Brad all about it, that night, and we ended up fucking like crazy in Brad's room, albeit more quietly than we were used to as Dad was sleeping in his room, right down the hall. We all agreed that things were going well and that it was time to step things up. Shane and I didn't even bother to sneak back into our own rooms before we fell asleep. In fact, after that we didn't even try to hide the fact that two or all three of us occasionally slept in the same bed. In addition to our family circle jerks, which had become just as much a part of our weekly routine as anything else, Shane insisted on jerking off just about every time he was in the same room as Dad. Soon not only were the four of us often found beating off together in front of the "porn machine" in the living room, it wasn't uncommon for us to sit at the kitchen table flipping through skin mags at lunch and dinner, all masturbating. At first it was hard to get used to jacking off with one hand and feeding my face with the other, but it eventually became second nature. Once, Shane even stood up and blew his load right in Brad's face. That sent Dad into such a laughing fit that he almost choked on his steak. "I'm running out of ideas," Shane blurted out exasperated as he strained to do his dumbbell curls in the high school weight room. He and I often got in a quick work out while we waited for Brad to get out of practice. "Tell me about it," I said at the top of my crunch as I did sit-ups on a declined Roman chair. "We've done nearly every perverted thing I can think of right in front of him and they've all just become business as usual." "I know." Shane had to speak in cadences, after exhaling through each curl. He looked around to make sure there was no one in earshot, even though the weight room was practically deserted, then said, "I'm sure he's into dick, but he hasn't so much as hinted that he's interested in anything more than jerking off with us." I started to answer him, but it was nearly impossible to talk during my exercise so I halted at the top of a motion and rested for a second. "Well, we can't be absolutely certain that he likes dick. All we know is that he has a dildo in his closet and that he goes through a lot of lube. The dildo could just be left over from when he was bringing ladies home all the time and he could just use the lube to beat off with," I said, panting. "We don't really know." Shane dropped his dumbbells and moved over to stand in front of my chair. "Then what we've gotta do is test the waters," he said, almost thinking out loud. "We've gotta throw some hot man-on-man action right in his face and see how he reacts." My dick started to get hard and snake down the leg of my shorts at the mere mention of "man-on-man." Shane noticed and, after checking to make sure we were in the clear he reached up through the leg of my shorts and fondled my growing stiffy. "Mmm. Sounds good to me," I cooed with my eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of my big brother's hand on my dick, right there in school. "How, exactly, do you suggest we do that?" "I've got an idea." With that, Shane tugged on my schlong, inviting me to hop off the chair and follow him. We managed to quickly blow each other in the locker room showers just before Brad and the rest of the wrestling team came in from practice. "What's up, Guys?" Brad asked when he walked into the communal shower to see us standing next to each other with droopy, recently sucked-off cocks. I winked at him and replied, "Just a little mid-afternoon snack." Brad smiled an enormous smile and shook his head, both tickled and astounded by his big brothers' audacity. Shane looked him right in the eye and purposefully said, "Hey, don't fuck around. Hurry up and get your ass to my car. Okay? We've got stuff to take care of." On the drive home, Shane told us that we needed to pool our money to buy "supplies," although he wasn't very forthcoming with just what he meant by that. He figured a little over a hundred dollars would do, so we each raided our secret stashes and pitched in forty. Then we piled back into Shane's car and drove to the far end of town. When we reached the city limits and the buildings began to get more and more sparse, Brad and I started to worry. "Where the hell are you taking us, man?" I asked Shane with what I'm sure must have been a confounded expression on my face. He was having fun keeping us in the dark. He simply smiled and said, "To the place where dreams are made." "Whatever the fuck that means," Brad said from the back seat, under his breath. We wound around the back roads out in the countryside until we came to an intersection where there was a sign with "XXX" and an arrow on it. As we turned down a road that lead to a big barn with three old grain silos that had another "XXX" sign on it, I began to slowly understand what Shane was up to. We parked behind the barn in huge lot that had a handful of cars, but was mostly full of big commercial semi-trucks. Shane climbed out the driver's side and said, "Wait here," as he shut the door. There was a sign next to the door that read, "MUST BE 18 TO ENTER. PHOTO I.D. REQUIRED." Despite his instruction, Brad and I would have beaten Shane to the door, if it weren't for the fact that he was the only one who was eighteen. He was in there a long time. In that time, several more cars pulled into the lot and all the men went straight inside. Soon the sun set, and I noticed that though all those guys had gone in, very few guys had come out in the long while we had sat there. Finally, I noticed a tall, lanky fellow wearing cowboy boots, a flannel shirt and a beat-up cap come out and Shane was not far behind him. As he walked to the car, Shane seemed to keep an eye on the guy to see which truck he climbed up into. "What the hell took so long, Fucktard?" I hurtled at Shane, indignant for being made to sit in the car for hours. "I was getting my dick sucked in the arcade," he said plainly, handing a bag full of stuff to Brad in the back seat. "Dig the rubbers and lube outta there, will ya?" "Arcade? Who sucked your dick?" Brad asked perplexed as he dug around in the bag, absent-mindedly. Shane turned to me with a smile on his face and explained, "They've got this room in the back. You buy tokens, just like at any arcade, but you use them in these individual booths where you can pick a porno movie to watch. Some of the booths have got holes in them that you can get your dick sucked through. I think half of the drivers of these cars must be in the theater - you have to pay for that, too. The other half were in the arcade. It was packed! Nearly all these guys are here just to suck dick, too. It's awesome!" "Whoa. Nice!" I blurted out, suddenly having forgotten all about being made to wait. "What did you buy rubbers and lube for? And, tell me you didn't spend both of OUR forty bucks getting YOUR dick sucked in there!" Shane looked hurt as he fired back at me, "No, Ass! I bought a couple of pornos and a handful of stroke books." "Why'd you buy rubbers? Rubbers suck!" Brad said as he pulled the condoms and lube bottle out of the bag. "Yeah, they do. But they keep you safe," Shane said as he took the box and began to open it. "I wouldn't let either of you fuck some chick without one and risk getting her pregnant, anymore than I'd let you bang a nasty trucker's ass bareback and risk bringing home god-knows-what." Brad and I shared bewildered glances before replying, in unison, "Huh?" "Did you see that tall guy that came out of the store before I did?" Shane said, while gesturing with his head in the direction of the guy's truck. "He's the guy that sucked my dick - well, one of the guys. The best one. When I told him that my brothers were waiting out in the car because they don't have their I.D.s with them, he asked me to have us join him in the cab of his truck. He wants us to fuck the shit out of him." Each with a pocketful of condoms, we climbed into the guy's truck. He had a sleeper cab with a little mattress that would have been plenty spacious for just one man, but the four of us were fairly cramped. There wasn't much very remarkable about the trucker, except that he was around Dad's age and in fairly decent shape. He didn't have Dad's smoking hot body, but he didn't have a gut. In my experience since, that makes him quite a catch as far as truckers go. And he was one of the hungriest cock-sluts I've met. We took turns fucking him in the ass. While Shane was fucking him, Brad fed him his cock at the same time I was fucking Brad. We just rotated in this arrangement until each of us had pounded the stretched out trucker ass and blasted off in his mouth. He said he wasn't ready to cum, yet, and that he wanted to take us on two at once. Without too much trouble, all our young cocks had a second wind in no time. Brad laid down on the mattress first and let the trucker sit on his dick. Then he laid back on top of Brad where Shane could get at his hole. With some effort, Shane finally managed to shove his fuck-stick up into the guy's asshole with Brad's and Shane humped like wild, frotting against his kid brother's meat and making the trucker moan like a bitch. I stuffed my cock in his mouth to keep him from making too much noise, even though the whole cab was rocking enough to make it obvious what was going on inside. The trucker wanted us to nutt in his mouth, again, so when Shane was ready to blow I traded places with him. While my big brother was cumming down this nasty pig's throat, I got to double-fuck a hole for the first time. It was slightly awkward and if I wasn't careful the pressure from my baby brother's huge tool taking up so much room would make mine pop right out, but it was an amazing feeling. I got a good rhythm going and before long the trucker spooged all over his belly without even touching his boner. Once I had nutted my second load, the trucker wanted to swallow Brad's. I ate Shane's ass out to get him hard enough to fuck the trucker a third time while he was finishing off Brad. "Holy Fuck! You boys are a wet dream come true, but I gotta get on the road if I'm gonna make my haul," he said after swallowing his sixth load of Hardwick cum with Shane still fucking him from behind. We piled out of his truck and hurried back to Shane's car. Shane didn't even bother to zip his fly up. He just walked right across the parking lot with his hard dick pointing the way. When he climbed in the car, he shoved his pants down below his knees and tugged on his meat some more as he said, "This is my new favorite place in the whole world! How'd y'all like that?" "Good times," I agreed as I reached over to jerk his cock for him. Brad started digging in the bag, again, the minute he was back in the car. Soon he hollered, "Dude! This stuff rocks!" I turned to look at him to see for myself. "There are guys fucking each other right along with big-tittied bitches in all these mags. All this porn Shane bought is Bi shit. Fucking Sweet, Dude!" "And we're going to put it to good use," Shane said as he pulled out of the lot with me still jerking him off. I gave Shane road-head on the way home while Brad took first crack at the bisexual stroke books.