Date: Sun, 29 May 2016 19:29:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Spring Break in San Fran (Part Two)

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(Author's note: this is a riff on one of story master Bill Drake's pieces,
which you can find here - http://drakestories.tumblr.com/post/56171745907/
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I woke up slow, the sun on my face coming in dimly through the blinds,
feeling warm and mellow. It wasn't until I stretched out, felt the thick
warmth of bodies either side of me, that my eyes came fully open. Started
to remember last night, all the things that had happened. Incredible,
mind-blowing things that I'd never experienced, but had wondered
about. Fantasized. The feeling of strong, manly hands caressing my youthful
muscles, the press of moist lips to my skin, to my own lips. The strong,
deep, slow thrust of tongues, turning from one man to the other to compare
and share the pleasures of real kissing. The tight clench of Uncle Jeff's
hole around the thickness of my cock, as Dad's big, warm hands stroked up
and down my lats, his lips pressing to my neck, my shoulders, the trimmed
whiskers of his beard nuzzling my skin and my ear as he whispered to
me. The intense look of love and lust in his eyes as I kissed him.

Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, rubbing my forearm across my eyes. Even
now, my cock was alive, full and thick and hard, more than just the usual
morning wood. It was like my body was at war with my mind, my
conscience. We'd broken so many taboos last night and well into this
morning. The fuck did I do... the fuck did we do? Yesterday, I was just
another big, horny college kid - a kid with some secret thoughts, some
fantasies, yeah, but they'd been pretty well suppressed. I rarely thought
about those forbidden images, ideas, while I was chasing pussy, slipping my
big young cock to some willing, sweet-fleshed girl. I'd been fucking since
I was 16, and I thought I had a pretty good handle on what I liked, how
good I could be. Last night had changed everything, though. Showed me the
truth. And hard as it was mentally to understand, to accept, even now, my
body was alive with the memory of it, and eager to explore more.

Dad shuffled around in his sleep, all big and naked, murmuring to himself
and slipping one forearm across my midsection. I stared at him. I loved him
so fuckin' much, even before all this. His coming out had been a test for
us both, and had brought us closer. Brought us to this moment, with the
remnants of his cum dried on my skin, his skin, his little brother's. Mine
and Uncle Jeff's mixed in there too, with the dried spit and sweat. No way
of telling which belonged to who, all mixed in on our skin, in the hair on
our bodies. He looked so damn handsome, at peace deep asleep, and all of a
sudden, it was hard to look at him. See that mouth I'd kissed so eagerly,
heatedly, once I'd gotten over my internal objections last night. How easy
the loving words, then the lusty ones, had passed between us as we explored
each other. The mouth that had wrapped so lovingly around the thickness of
my cock, sucking me expertly to the edge of orgasm, before pulling back to
kiss me, let me taste myself on his big, wet, agile tongue. Jesus Christ.

I rolled over on my side, away from him, and bit my lip. That brought me up
closer, along Uncle Jeff's warm, muscled back, and brought my raging
morning hardon up against the furry, hard mounds of his ass. Again. Dad
moved with me, shuffled closer in his sleep, and then Uncle Jeff murmured
in his sleep too, shuffled back against me, and I was trapped between
them. They felt so damn good, all that thick, mature, manly muscle pressed
against mine. Their bodies were a glimpse into my future, of how I'd look
in my late thirties. I wondered where I'd be then, if I'd be a dad myself,
if I'd find myself pressed naked to the young, athletic body of my own son,
sleeping close together after a night of forbidden bonding. The thought
sent another surge through my cock, and I grunted to myself, as my brain
continued to grapple with everything. The forbiddenness of what we'd done
together. The pleasure I'd experienced, and given them both. The strength
of the love I felt for them, and the surprise I felt at how much stronger
that love was now, the morning after, in the light of day.

Dad rolled onto his side, pressing his muscled torso to my back, and I felt
the thickness of his big cock - the cock he'd created me with, 19 years ago
- pressing against the muscle of my ass. It was waking, growing,
thickening. His big forearm curled around my waist again, and I felt the
press of his lips to my shoulder. They were both still sound asleep, their
breath deep, even, hypnotic. With nowhere else to go, my arm found its way
around Uncle Jeff, bringing another soft murmur from him, another shuffling
back into me, and I found my hand stroking the hard muscles of his stomach,
the thick fur on it, feeling the warmth of his slowly rising cock. Big like
his brother. Big like me. And before I knew it, my lips were pressing
against his big shoulder, inhaling his musky scent, the aromas of our sex,
our sweat, our bond. Taboo. Warm. Amazing.

Jeff shifted his ass, pressing against my big young dick, and I found
myself pressing back, my hips subtly beginning to shift against him, the
slow start of that natural, instinctive rhythm. My tongue slipped out to
taste the warm salt of his skin. My arm curled more tightly around him. And
as my lips grazed up his shoulder, to his neck, my cock aching and starting
to leak as my hips shifted against him, as he pressed back, I felt Dad's
lips on my neck again. His big hand rubbing slowly up my side. The press of
his thick paternal cock against my muscular ass.

"Hey, buddy," he said, voice deep, low, husky. I found my hips shifting
back, pressing up against his thickness, and turned to look at him, my face
flushed, ashamed and excited. He was blinking the sleep from his eyes,
slowly smiling.

"You OK, Cole?" he asked, love and concern on his handsome face. I nodded
slowly, but that didn't seem like enough. Yeah, I guess I really was OK.

I leaned over to meet him at the same time as he leaned in, and our lips
came together, soft and warm, smacking quietly as our father-son kiss
turned more intimate, deeper. His thick fingers slowly strummed up and down
the muscles of my stomach, my chest, as he slowly slipped his tongue to
me. I moaned around it, and he pressed his big, hard cock deeper into me,
as I felt Jeff press back closer. Dad was an amazing kisser, and as I got
lost in the dance of his tongue, thick and wet, I almost didn't notice
Uncle Jeff's shift, rolling over under my arm, until I felt the press of
his lips to my pec.

Dad and I came up from our kiss to look at him, at his gentle, handsome
smile, and when he rose up to kiss me, like we'd kissed last night, it felt
natural, right, perfect. Dad tugged on my side, rolling me over onto my
back, and then the two of them set on me, kissing and licking my smooth
skin, exploring my mouth and muscles with their lips, tongues,
fingers. They'd made me feel like a prince doing this last night, guiding
me onto the bed with them and easing me into their secret brotherly
bond. In the light of morning, refreshed and newly familiar to each other,
they were making me feel like a king.

"Last night..." Uncle Jeff started to say.

"Was amazing," I cut him off, with a shy smile, then kissed him
again. Turned back to exchange tongues with Dad. "I love you both. So
much."

"Ah buddy," Dad said, kissing my neck, rubbing my stomach, reaching down to
gently stroke the thickness of my cock. "We love you too. We're glad you're
with us. I know it's a lot, but..."

"It is," I said. "But I loved it. And... I want more."

They looked at each other, smiling, leaned in over me to kiss, slowly at
first, growing deeper. Then pulled me up to join them, our lips and tongues
coming together like they'd done through the night, bringing me into their
family bond. I slipped my arms around them and pulled us all in
tighter. Without saying anything, Uncle Jeff slipped his big hard thigh
over me, straddling me, until I felt the big, blunt head of my cock
pressing to the tightness of his pucker, still crackling with the cum and
lube and spit I'd left there last night. The pressure on the tip of my cock
was intense, as my hands reached for the hard mass of his pecs, clutching
at him, feeling his tight hole unknot, hearing the deep bass moan of his
voice as he started to sink down me again. Taking me inside of
him. Bringing me home, like he did last night, only slower and sweeter. I
moaned with him, rolling us over onto our sides as we kissed and I pushed
up into the incredible tightness of him. Tighter, hotter than any pussy I'd
ever been in. I'd never go back now, not that I'd seen, felt how good sex
could be. Sex with my men. With my family.

Dad's lips and tongue caressed my neck, my trap, my shoulder, his hands
roving over the thickness of my biceps, slipping between the bodies of his
son and his brother to explore our muscles. I felt the heat and stiffness
of his big cock, rigid and already slicking with precum, sliding up between
the hard globes of my ass, and found myself alternately pressing back
against it, and slipping deeper up inside Jeff. Dad's kisses on my neck
grew more heated, his big hands stroking down my sides, over my hips, up
and down the hardness of my quads, as he pushed up against me more. I felt
a new need inside of me, a strange, compelling sensation. An itch.

I'd wondered about it, as I'd planted my teenage cock inside each of their
tight, hair-rimmed holes last night. Wondered how it would feel to be
filled like that, with their thickness, all rigid and wet and
strong. Filled by a man. The more I thought about it now, the harder he
pressed, the deeper the itch spread, welling up inside of me, wondering if
the same clench and grip that I felt from my uncle's tight ring would feel
good to my Dad, as amazing as it felt to me. I started thinking about how
brave Dad was, first to come out to me, then to show me this amazing,
secret thing between him and his brother. How selflessly Uncle Jeff had
given himself up to my eager young body, last night and again now. How bold
it was for them to let me into it, inside with them. How I could repay
Dad's braveness with my own. How I could show him how much I loved all of
this new, intense sensation and emotion. How much I loved him.

"I love you Dad," I panted, turning my head back to meet his hungry,
searching lips and tongue, Uncle Jeff moaning as he watched us make out. I
reached back with one hand, slid it over the hard curve of Dad's muscled
ass, and pulled him in. Flexed my own glutes against him. "Show me."

"Are you sure, buddy?" he murmured, his cock leaking into my deep crack. I
just nodded, smiled, and as he slid down my back, parted my thick cheeks
and leaned in to kiss me there, to taste my secret place, to get me ready
to feel him inside of me, I moaned and let him into me. I was ready for
anything with my family - I just hoped we could make this last all day,
every day, for the rest of this trip. Beyond that, we'd take it as it came,
but I knew this was just the start of something huge between us.