Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2019 10:34:25 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: The Family Hogan, Part Five (incest)

Hey Guys,
Sorry for the delay. I haven't written anything since February. Writer's
block is a bitch. But I do love to write.
So I had a few questions about what the guys look like in my mind. I found
some examples. For Patrick look up Jamie Dornan (with facial hair). For
Jonny look up Cillian Murphy. He's totally Jonny on Peaky Blinders. And for
Colin look up a young Tom Hardy. Mostly for those pouty lips.
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All of my stories are pure fiction. From my twisted mind. I use real places
but made up people. Made up situations. It's all made up except the
locations. So no I have not had any of these experiences. I have no idea
how long the trailer park I'm using in this story has existed. It's just a
place to use.

I guess I lose interest in the stories when you guys seem to lose interest.
The more emails the more it keeps me going. So given that my mind has been
wrapped around the following scenario. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm not your father. You know the laws in your states. You know the
chances of diseases. But live your life how you want to on your terms.
Life is short. Love.

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Where we left them::

Colin did a quick look around the house and decided that his dad must still
be at work. Jonny, being in the position he was, was making Colin horny as
hell. Jonny's thick cock was hanging heavy between his thick thighs. Colin
stripped off his board shorts letting his hard cock free.

He was still horned up. Before he left the pool he let two football jocks
from a rival school breed him. They were getting off work too and cornered
him in the pump room. He's had them before so they weren't shy about
approaching him.

He then got on his knees in between his uncle's legs and took in the heady
scent coming from the man. While jacking his own cock he stuck his tongue
out and took a quick taste of the head of Jonny's cock. It wasn't enough.
He had to have it in his mouth completely.

Without touching Jonny anywhere else he took the mostly soft cock in his
mouth. He sucked the sweat off of it while it began to get hard in his
mouth. Jonny moaned softly and stirred a bit. Colin got a bit more brave
and played with Jonny's balls a bit.

Jonny started to wake up. Thinking he was having a really hot dream since
his cock felt so good. But when he went to grab his cock he felt a head
down there. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see his nephew sucking on
him. "Collin??"

Part Five::

Back at the job site Dutch couldn't concentrate on work anymore. 2:30
couldn't come fast enough (The guys started work at 6 AM because of the
heat of the summer). At 2:15 Patrick came looking for Dutch. "I hear you're
my ride?" Patrick simply asked.

"Yeah. Get your shit together. I'm done. Let's get out of here." Dutch
responded while looking at some paperwork on his clipboard. Patrick
respected Dutch. He'd come off gruff but he jumps in when needed. There
isn't a day that goes by that Dutch sits on the side lines. He'll get just
as sweaty and dirty as the rest of the crew.

When the rest of the guys saw Dutch loading up his truck they knew that the
day was done. No one was upset about it. Before you knew it car and truck
doors were slamming shut all over the job site. Half of them had left
before Dutch had even climbed in the cab of his truck.

Before Patrick had gotten into the passenger seat of Dutch's truck he had
removed his tool belt and thrown it in the bed of the truck. That just left
him in his sweat pants cut offs, that were hanging dangerously low, and
boots. He knew he stunk from the heat but didn't pay any mind to it.

The windows were open as there was no air conditioning in Dutch's work
truck. Just like Patrick's. So Patrick was even getting more ripe. He
noticed that Dutch still had on his tee shirt, jeans and boots. The guy
must be roasting. "Aren't you hot boss?" Patrick asked.

"Fuck yeah I am. What the hell do you think?" Dutch looked annoyed. Patrick
was a fucking hot piece of meat and he was sitting next to him almost
naked. The man's deep raw scent was driving him crazy. His own hole
betraying him and pulsating with need.

"Well shit man. Take your shirt off at least. It's just us now. Get
comfortable man." Patrick reasoned.

Dutch looked at Patrick, still slightly annoyed, and then sighed. He was
burning up and the truck was making it worse. And Patrick's pretty down to
earth so he wasn't worried about losing respect with him. So he gabbed onto
the hem of the shirt with both hands and lifted it over his head and then
threw it at Patrick, "Happy?" Dutch asked with a mischievous grin.

Not to be outdone Patrick takes the shirt and puts it to his nose and takes
a big whiff. "Now I am" he said with his smoldering eyes boring into Dutch.
Making Dutch uneasy and nervous. Did Patrick just make a move on him? He
couldn't let that happen. He wasn't out to anyone around here.

"uh....ok...." Dutch answered while he noticeably shook with apprehension.
Then Patrick laughed and slapped him on the arm.

"Stop being so serious dude. Do you always have to be the boss?" Patrick
said with a chuckle.

Dutch looked at him for a minute and then released a long breath. Patrick
was right, there was nothing to worry about, just two buddies cutting
things up with each other. He grinned at Patrick and said, "Yeah, sorry,
takes a while for me to get out of the job."

"I see that. Wanna go out for a beer or something? Loosen you up?" Patrick
asked innocently.

Dutch thought about it for a second and then said, "I think you'd be
arrested dressed like that. There's beer at my place. Wanna stop off there
for a bit? Truth is I don't get many visitors." Dutch lived near Patrick
and Jonny. That's why Jonny knew it wouldn't be a problem for him to take
Patrick home. Dutch lived just below Quail Canyon Rd. off of N. Chiquita
Rd. at the end of the road. He had a large plot of land his grandfather had
left him. All he had on it was an old single wide trailer and an old deck
off to the side. There wasn't any neighbors for about a half a mile down
the road. So it was pretty isolated. This was before they started building
newer homes up into the hills.

"Sure, I got nothing going on." Patrick said while thinking what might be
on Dutch's mind. He did mention his lack of acceptable clothing. He
wouldn't mind a romp with the stud. Short and muscular just like Patrick
liked them. The dude always wore tight Levi's and had a rocking ass. But he
was also Patrick's boss so he'll let Dutch make the moves.

Dutch was having the same thoughts himself. His cock was half hard but
thankfully was snaking down between his thighs so he didn't think Patrick
would see it. Since he never wore underwear with jeans he knew it would be
on full display otherwise.

The drive to Dutch's place was mostly quiet. Both men with the same thing
on their minds. Neither one of them willing to admit it to the other. The
hot wind coming in the windows did little to cool them down. Hot from the
heat and warm with instinct. They both were ripe with sweat and with lust.

When they pulled up to Dutch's trailer Dutch said, "It ain't much but it's
home". His cheeks pink with shyness.

"My ex-wife and I had one just like it a few years back" Patrick said
trying to put Dutch's mind at ease. Dutch was obviously embarrassed about
his home.

"You did? Well they all about have the same floor plan so you should feel
right at home." Dutch smirked.

They climbed out of the truck and made their way up onto the deck to go in
the side door. This door lead into the kitchen. There was one on the other
side that lead into the living room.

Dutch walked first to the thermostat to lower the temperature so that the
air would come on. Then he went to the fridge and grabbed two beers. He
walked over to where Patrick was standing and handed him one. As he did
Patrick said, "Boss, you mind if I take off my boots? My dogs are hot man."

"Um...yeah...sure Pat. I was going to get some shorts on myself if you
don't mind. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." And Dutch quickly
took off to the bedroom behind the kitchen.

Patrick went into the living room and sat on the couch. He took off his
boots first and then took off his socks. He laid his sweat soaked socks on
top of his boots hoping they would dry. But he had no intention of putting
them back on until the morning. He rather walk barefoot on the hot pavement
first. Then he sat back on the couch and relaxed with his beer while the
cool air struggled to come out of the floor vents.

A couple minutes later Dutch emerged from the bedroom in some short rowers
shorts. They had the University of San Diego insignia on them. They were
tight and did little to hide any of Dutch's attributes. As he entered the
room he was slow and shy. But now they were on the same ground. Both just
in shorts and nothing else. Both wearing the day on them. A bit of grit,
dirt and scent that goes along with their job. In this room Dutch was no
longer the boss but an equal.

Dutch headed to the fridge again and got them both a fresh beer. He headed
towards Patrick and handed one to him. There was only the couch. The room
was sparsely furnished. Dutch stood there contemplating the situation when
Patrick said, "It's your house. Get comfortable man. I'll make room."

Dutch grinned shyly and sat on the opposite end of the couch from Patrick.
He leaned back on the arm and tucked one leg under the other. Almost like a
pose. Patrick took notice. "Sorry about the air Pat, it takes a while,
sometimes it doesn't cool off till night time. Can't wear much around here
or you die from the heat." Dutch said.

"Hell. No problem Dutch. We have the same problem. The air conditioner at
our house is as old as me I think. By now I would be naked on the couch
with a beer in my mouth." Patrick laughed.

Dutch looked at him for a moment and then said, "Yeah. Since I live alone I
don't usually have to worry about appearances. But you live with your
brother!"

"And son." Patrick responded.

"Your son? I didn't know. How old is he?" Dutch was truly surprised.

"Going to be 17. He's a lot like Jonny, with out the criminal aspect, that
is. They're my family. Thankful to have them." Patrick said knowing there
was an altercation between Dutch and Jonny earlier in the day. Wasn't sure
how Dutch really felt about Jonny.

Dutch seemed to think about what he was going to say and then out of the
blue said, "I wish I could be as uninhibited as Jonny is.", and that's all
he said.

Patrick looked at Dutch and said, "What do you mean Dutch? Jonny's a free
spirit. A pervert. An exhibitionist. A hard worker. Devoted to his family.
Which one of those do you want to be?"

"Yes" was all Dutch said. And then gave a bashful chuckle.

Patrick regarded Dutch for a moment and then put his beer on the coffee
table. He stood up and pushed his shorts down to the floor. He stepped out
of them and then sat closer to Dutch. "I'm a bit of an exhibitionist too"
Patrick said.

Dutch swallowed hard and felt himself losing control of the situation, in
his own house, but wanted to see where this went at the same time. When
Patrick lifted his arm that was closest to Dutch and put in on the back of
the couch his scent filled the small space between them. Dutch let out a
barely heard whimper. But Patrick did hear it.

Patrick had the sense that he had Dutch now. He felt himself getting hard
with the anticipation. And there was no hiding it. "Your guest is sitting
here naked and you're still dressed. What sort of host are you?" he said.

"I wouldn't exactly say I was dressed" Dutch's voice was cracking a bit. He
wanted to go down on Patrick right then and there. But he was still not
sure of Patrick's full intentions. He didn't want to screw up their working
relationship.

Then Patrick had an idea and tried a different approach. "My feet are
killing me man. I'm missing Jonny's hands."

"He massages your feet for you?" Dutch asked somewhat shocked. He wasn't
sure how close the brothers were.

"Oh yeah. Best little brother in the world. But we take care of each other.
I always pay him back." Patrick casually said and then took a long pull of
his beer.

"You massage his feet too?" Dutch lifted an eye brow to accentuate the
question.

"Nah. That's not usually what he wants. You got another beer?" Patrick
changed the subject quickly. He just wanted to wet Dutch's appetite. Not
chase him away.

"Um. Yeah sure." Dutch said getting up.

"And ditch those shorts man. I'm getting uncomfortable." Patrick said with
a cocky grin. But he was obviously not uncomfortable at all. Leaning on the
back of the couch. Right arm laying on the back of the seat and his left
holding his almost empty beer. His cock laying across his thigh mostly
hard.

Dutch came back with the two fresh beers, put them on the coffee table and
stood in front of Patrick asking for his empty. Patrick handed it to him
and then said, "You're a bad host." and he reached over and pulled Dutch's
shorts off. Dutch's 7 inch cock sprang up and hit himself on the belly.
"That's better. Now step out of them before you trip."

Dutch did as he was asked as if he was in a trance. He went and dropped off
the empties in the kitchen. Patrick admiring the muscular bubble but the
man was carrying behind him.

As Dutch walked back to the couch it was apparent to him they both wanted
the same thing. But if Dutch 'let his hair down' he knew he wouldn't want
to be this man's boss. Not at home anyway. He wanted to serve this hunk. He
would do anything Patrick wanted and then some. He was just hoping that it
wouldn't ruin their relationship at work.

"Um Pat...er....at work...." Dutch began.

"At work you're the boss man. Nothings going to change that." Patrick
assured him.

Dutch made his decision then. He got down on his knees in front of Patrick,
with his butt sitting on his heels, and took Patrick's right foot in his
lap and started to massage it. Patrick was momentarily shocked, but not
completely, as he knew the guy had it in him. "Is that what you want to do?
Or did you feel obligated?" Patrick asked.

"It's what I want." Dutch said as he lifted the foot. And then as soon as
he stopped talking he put Patrick's big toe in his mouth and started to
suck on it. The he swabbed his tongue around it. He continued on down the
line of toes from there. Hitting each one. Cleaning each one. Then he
licked the bottom of the foot. Cleaning the day off of it.

"Well shit boy. Jonny never does all that. You're now my number one foot
masseur. He's fired." Patrick groaned in satisfaction.

The small compliment from Patrick gave Dutch confidence to continue. He
switched to the left foot and gave it the same treatment. While he did
Patrick used his right foot to feel up the stud's body.

When Dutch was done he put down Patrick's left foot and sat there on his
heels looking at Patrick like a damn puppy not knowing what to do next.
Patrick looked at him and took another pull on his beer and then said,
"What you wanna do next stud?".

Dutch wanted to do everything but wasn't sure where to start. So he just
watched Patrick for a clue. Then Patrick said, "Come up here." and he
spread his legs to give Dutch room to come up.

Dutch still wasn't sure what to do but made his way up Patrick's torso
slowly being careful not to actually touch him. Then Patrick grabbed him
under the arms and brought his face up to his. Then Patrick planted his
lips on Dutch's lips and forced them open. His tongue invading Dutch's
mouth. Dutch's body relaxed onto Patrick.

Patrick pulled back and looked into Dutch's eyes. "You're fucking hot
Dutch. I could eat you up. In fact that is just what I'm going to do. I'm
going to lay back on this couch and you are going to sit on my face. Got
that?"

"Um...yeah...but.." Dutch stammered.

"Well um what. You've had your ass eaten before?" Patrick asked.

"Well yeah, it's not that, it's just that I haven't showered since last
night.", that rosy cheeked bashfulness showing up on Dutch's face again.
Patrick couldn't help to be smitten with the dude. On the job site he was a
gruff and cocky with the men under him but, right now, in Patrick's hands,
he was like a school girl on her first date. So fucking cute and masculine
at the same time.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Jonny was staring down at Colin in shock.
"Colin, what are you doing man?"

"Sorry Jonny." Colin said embarrassed, "But, um, I couldn't help myself.
Been horny all day and then I come home and you're laying on the couch
looking like pure sex man. I just couldn't help it. Are you mad?"

"Shhh, shhh, come here boy. Come up here with me you fucking stud." Jonny
pulled Colin's naked body up with his onto the couch. "Are you sure this is
something you want babe? You want to share yourself with me?"

Colin cuddled into his uncle. Whimpering at the closeness he always wanted
with not only Jonny but his father too. "Yes sir. I'm kinda tired of
feeling left our around here." Colin answered truthfully.

"Left out? So it's not only your Uncle Jonny you want? You want your daddy
too?" Jonny said with an lustful smirk on his face. He always knew it but
out of respect for his brother he never let on. He held back on everything.
Even though he wanted this young buck more than he ever could admit.

"Is that bad? Is it Jonny? Am I sick?" Colin didn't really seem all that
concerned but he did need his uncle's acceptance.

"If it's bad buddy then I'm going to hell too. Your daddy is my number one
attraction and he's my brother. And to be quite blunt you know he fucks me
like an animal. So he's just as bad as both of us. And I don't think it's
bad at all. What do you think you want from us Colin. What would make you
happy?" he put his arm around Colin pulling him close and rubbing Colin's
chest. Colin was still hard and Jonny was mostly still hard.

"I want you to both fuck me. I want both or your seeds to be mixing inside
of my ass." Colin said without looking at his uncle.

"Have you ever been fucked before Colin?" Jonny was slightly shocked at how
brazen his nephew was in telling him of his desire.

Colin reached out and started to stroke Jonny's cock as he answered, "Ben
fucks me several times a week. And every Friday morning he and Coach Ryan
take turns on me. I can't get enough of their cocks in me. And I have a
couple of football players that I get cock from sometimes." Colin's
breathing was getting heavy as he spoke. Jonny was becoming so turned on he
didn't know if he would be able to control himself.

"Oh fuck....." Jonny let out.

"Are you mad?" Colin asked.

"No babe, no. I'm excited. Jealous. And having nasty thoughts. But I'm not
mad." he said as he played with Colin's nipple.

"Are one of those nasty thoughts about fucking me? I know dad fucks you but
don't you want to fuck sometimes. Like fuck me. Cum in me...." Colin was
talking in almost a whisper. A sexy deep whisper that was doing nothing to
hold back Jonny's desires..

"Oh fuck babe. Yeah I do. I want to real bad. But your dad....."

"My dad won't mind. I know he wants to fuck me. Maybe this will help him."
Colin reasoned.

That was all the reasoning Jonny needed. He grabbed the back of Colin's
head and stuck his tongue down Colin's throat. He gave the make out session
the same energy he would only save for Patrick. Colin whimpered into his
mouth. His sexy fucking uncle was giving him the attention he craved for so
long.

"I'll get some lube babe." Jonny went to get up.

"No need. I've got two loads in me." Colin said. Then he saw the lust and
passion in Jonny's eye's turn to pure animal aggression. Jonny got on the
floor and lifted his nephew's legs up on his shoulders and then dove into
his ass. His tongue going as deep as it could looking for that strange
spunk.

Coming to the realization that his nephew may be becoming as big of a slut
as he is was turning him on to no end. The boy coming home after being
fucked would be the perfect appetizer to any meal.

"Oh fuck Jonny. No one's ever ate my ass like that. Ben tries but never
like that. Oh fuck..." Colin was moaning.

Meanwhile, back at Dutch's, Patrick had his cock buried up Dutch's cunt.
They were making out as Patrick fucked. Dutch was happily full, feeling the
larger man's cock penetrating him, thinking that he could get very used to
this.

Patrick was thinking that if he had met someone like Dutch in high school
his life would have come out a lot differently. But then he wouldn't have
Colin. And his fucked up marriage was more than worth it to have Colin.

Dutch let out a deep moan distracting Patrick from his thoughts. "You like
that bro. Like my cock deep in you?"

"Fuck yes, fuck. It fucking belongs there. Going to have to make this a
habit." Dutch was barely able to get all that out as Patrick kept long
dicking him.

Patrick was feeling especially piggy. Horned up beyond belief. He fucking
loved being in Dutch too. He did belong there. But he wouldn't give up
Jonny. And his love for Colin. "If you're willing to share me." slipped out
of Patrick's mouth.

Dutch opened his eyes, "Share? You got a man? Or a woman? Shit man...."
Dutch became uneasy. But that didn't stop Patrick. He kept fucking.

"Nothing like that man. But you'd still have to share my cock." Patrick
bent down and sucked on Dutch's neck. Nearly giving the stud a hickey.

"Who do I have to share it with then?" Dutch sounded confused. This was all
happening too fast anyway. What was he doing. Patrick worked for him. True
he always wondered what a rump in the hay would be like with the stud but
never thought he'd let it happen. "We probably shouldn't be doing this
anyway." Dutch made a move to push out Patrick's cock. But Patrick held
him. Stopped him from moving.

"Why?" was all Patrick asked.

Dutch was getting upset. "We work together. You have someone. This will get
fucked up."

"No it won't. I respect you at work. You're hot as fuck. We're a lot a
like. And I don't have anyone except my family." Patrick answered bluntly
and then put his mouth over Dutch's before he could say another word. His
tongue going deep again. Making it hard for Dutch to breath or to object.

When he finally pulled back Dutch was out of breath but had calmed down. He
looked up and Patrick with longing. Still confused but he knew he couldn't
resist this man. "Then I don't get it. Who do I have to share your cock
with?"

"If I answer you right now you might find another excuse to back out of
this. But it will be a struggle. My cock belongs in your cunt man. I don't
want to take it out till I unload in you." Patrick said causing Dutch to
whimper. Nothing he wanted more than to be breed by this stud. "I'm pretty
perverted and I need your trust before I can tell you." Patrick continued.

"Jonny?" Dutch said as the answer came to him out of the blue. His eyes got
wide. But then a haze of lust came over them. "Oh fuck....Jonny...." Dutch
said again as he reached up to Patrick and brought his head down to meet
his, mouth meeting mouth, in a hard and passionate kiss. A kiss that lasted
a long time as Patrick picked up the pace in Dutch's ass.

Patrick started to tear up Dutch's ass. Pounding him hard. Standing
straight up on his knees now. No time for kissing. He needed to get his
nut. Dutch's head was swinging from one side to the other. He loved a hard
fuck and Patrick was giving it to him. And with the perverse knowledge he
had just learned he was horned up more than he had ever been in his life.
The fucking Hogan brothers. A fucking wet dream. And one of them was
fucking him. He imagined the two of them together. Patrick fucking him
while Jonny sat on his face. The brothers making out above him. The thought
sending him into overdrive. He shot all over his stomach and chest. With
some of his own cum hitting his face and hair.

Patrick wasn't long behind him. Cumming with a roar up the man's hole. His
final plunge going deep and planting his DNA. The world stopped for just a
second.

When they both came back to reality Patrick gently pulled out and then laid
across Dutch. Dutch's cum bonding them together. "Someone got turned on."
Patrick chuckled.

Dutch got a bit embarrassed and said, "Do you think this will work?"
wanting Patrick in his life as more than just another fellow worker.

"Babe, after what just clicked inside of you when I told you the Hogan
secret, I think we'll work out just fine." he then gave Dutch a softer kiss
and then put his head on Dutch's shoulder.

"Does Jonny fuck too? Or does he just get fucked?" Dutch asked into
Patrick's ear.

Patrick laughed lightly and hugged Dutch into him.

But that is what Jonny was doing right at that moment. He was fucking.
Fucking his nephew.

Look for Part Six?

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