Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2019 10:04:35 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: The Family Hogan, Part Six (incest) Hey Guys, Writer's block is a bitch. But I do love to write. Posted part five last week. It seemed to have disappeared after a few days but I'm sure it's in Nifty somewhere. 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. And finally Dutch....look up Kit Harrington. Jake Stone is on Facebook:: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100031900760589 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. Please support Nifty!! Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I will revisit other stories and add to them when I figure out where they need to go. Thanks for reading!! Where we left them:: 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. Part Six: After their romp Jonny and Colin fell asleep on the couch. It was a quick but satisfying encounter. Around 6 PM Colin stirred and quietly got himself off of his uncle. He looked around and saw the time and then realized his dad wasn't home yet. He lightly shook Jonny awake. "What? What's wrong stud?" Jonny asked as he shook off the slumber. Colin sat back down next to Jonny, both of them still naked and sweaty, and said, "Dad's not home yet. Who did you say was bringing him home?" "Well Dutch said he would. I'm sure he's fine. He'll walk through any second now." Jonny said not very convincingly. Just then the phone rang. Colin got up and grabbed it. It was his dad. Patrick explained that him and Dutch had a few too many beers and that Dutch was in no condition to drive so he was just going to stay there. Colin offered to come get him but Patrick said there was no need. He would see him tomorrow. When Colin got off the phone and explained the situation to Jonny, Jonny just started to chuckle. "Well I'll be damned." "What?" Colin asked. "They're not drunk. Well if they are it's drunk on lust." Jonny continued to laugh. Colin got the jist of what Jonny was saying and sat back down. "Is Dutch hot?" his mind going to a different place now. Jonny let out a chuckle and then said, "Oh he's hot, just not as hot as you little bro. But he's about your height, stacked, with an ass that won't quit. So I can see why your dad's hard for him. Hell I'd fuck him but I don't think he's as into me as he is into Patrick. But who isn't into Patrick." Jonny's mind was drifting off trying to imagine what Dutch and Patrick were up to. Back at Dutch's trailer Patrick sat back down on the couch after making the call. "You told a white lie" Dutch said as he leaned into him. "Yeah, but knowing Jonny he figured it out, and I'm sure he'll tell Colin the truth." Patrick replied. "Oh yeah? And what is the truth?" Dutch asked with a smirk while looking up at the stud. "Well, the truth is, besides Jonny, no one turns me on like you. Well with possibility one exception." Patrick looked off into space. That last part he said in a whisper but Dutch heard it. "Your boy?" Dutch asked quietly. Not sure how far this incest thing went with Patrick. And he regretted saying it as soon as it came out of his mouth. Jonny was one thing but to accuse Patrick of being interested in the boy may have been going too far. But Patrick just silently sat there staring off still until he took a deep breath and let it out slowly and said, "Yeah". And that was it. He almost looked defeated when he admitted it. Then Patrick came back to reality and thought 'oh shit what did I just admit to?'. Dutch saw the sudden change in Patrick and said, "Hey, hey. It's cool bro. I was hoping you kind of knew that I get it. You and I, and Jonny, are wired a bit differently. I understand." "Understand? How could you? I just admitted that I lust for my own son and you're taking it so well. I feel like I'm sick. And you just sit there so understanding. I don't get it." Patrick was visibly upset now. Dutch sat there waiting till Patrick's breathing went back to somewhat normal and then simply said, "My dad". "Your dad? Your dad what?" Patrick was looking right at Dutch now. And then the light bulb went off. "Holy shit. When? How?" "You ever wonder where I got the name Dutch?" "Well, yeah I guess, but I'm not even sure I ever heard your real name." Patrick seemed to be deep in thought trying to remember. "Gerrit Van Dijk. Peopled called me Jerry when I was in elementary school and middle school. Until 'Dutch' took hold. My dad was from Holland. His name was Luuk Van Dijk. My last name means dyke. And I'm Dutch, as in ethnicity, so my dad used to equate me with the story. The Dutch boy. Especially when I stuck my finger in his ass." Dutch explained, "My mother died in child birth. My dad raised me. Well, with help from his parents for the first 8 to 10 years. And then I was a latch key kid." "Back up. When you stuck your finger up his ass?" Patrick was sort of shocked. "Well, yeah, I'll get to that." Dutch decided he should lay out the whole story real quick, "My dad worked construction also. His parents had brought him to New York when he was 13. When he graduated from High School he headed west. He heard all about California. It was the sixties so he was all about the free love and life style. He got on with a construction crew right away and then met my mom. She was sort of this petite hippy chick with dark hair. That's where I got my hair by the way." Patrick regarded Dutch's long dark hair for a minute. It was almost to his shoulders. With the scruff on his face he almost looked like Mediterranean. "They got along great." Dutch continued. "She fell for his accent. Anyway, she got pregnant pretty quick. They never even got married. Her little body couldn't take the child birth and gave out just as I came into the world. My grand parents moved to Bel Air to help raise me. The were sort of well off and grand dad was semi-retired. Dad worked in LA until I was old enough and then we headed to Hemet. There was a lot of building going on in the late sixties early seventies. Dad got there towards the tail end of it but there was still plenty of work." Dutch got up and got them a couple more beers. Patrick was really quite. Wanting to hear the whole story. Dutch handed Patrick his beer and than sat down right beside him again. Patrick put his arm over Dutch's shoulder. Brought him in close. "Anyway. Dad found us this little house, only one bedroom, we had to share a queen sized bed, near the Santa Rosa hills. It was pretty isolated. It was part of a ranch but the main house was on the other side of the property. We rented from the owners. The school bus did make a stop right at the house so it worked out. His parents didn't like us so far out but dad liked it. Dad liked his beer, pot and working hard. He was as tall and as built as you. Except blond with blue eyes. When we were home there were no inhibitions. Dad came home hot and sweaty and stripped off when he hit the door. He would have a few buddies from work that would stop by now and then. Mostly to get high. By the time I was ten I was always running around that house naked. Except when the grandparents came by. But even when dad's friends would stop by I would forget about cloths. Dad would throw on some shorts but he would always chuckle at my state of undress and just tell his friends I wasn't house broke. A couple years later dad had this one friend stopping by. I must have been 12 by this time. His name was Joe. He was a short muscular Mexican man. Probably the same age as my dad. At first they would just get high. Right after work. My dad, like I said, never wore more than shorts around when his friends were there so Joe started to be shirtless around us. Pretty soon he was taking off his boots and socks and hanging out in his shorts or jeans. Then one day I was sleeping late. I fell asleep on the couch the night before. Joe and dad were hitting the weed and the beer pretty heavy that night. It was the weekend. I got up and went to take a piss. The door to our bedroom was half way opened. I walked in, still naked, to wake dad up but when I got in there I saw Joe and dad cuddled up. Dad was behind Joe. I was jealous and confused I guess. I decided to wake dad up anyway. When he woke up he said, hey champ, what's going on. Then he realized he was holding onto Joe. Then he said, Joe spent the night, he was too drunk to drive. But they were both naked. I knew something was not right. Or was right. Depends on how you look at it." Dutch took a pull of his beer. He hadn't meant to tell Patrick all this at once but he was in deep now. "So your dad and Joe were doing the deed?" Patrick asked. "Yeah. I found out pretty quick. Dad just said, why don't you get some cereal, we'll be out soon. And I did leave, went to the kitchen, made some noise. But then I went right back to the bedroom door. The sheet had fallen away. Dad was fucking Joe in our bed. And he was rough. I was pissed. That should have been me. I was dad's guy. Well anyway, later that night Joe was gone and dad and I were getting into bed. He told me, come here, and pulled me into a hug. He asked, did you like what you saw. I looked at him with what must have been guilt on my face but he just said it was natural to be curious. Then he explained to me that he had always been bi, liking both males and females, and that Joe flipped his trigger. He said nothing was wrong with it and it was alright to be curious. That he spoke to Joe and let him know that I would probably be spying on them. He said Joe was alright with it. Joe was over more and was naked more. I even slept with them in the same bed. A few months later Joe had to go to Mexico for a few weeks. One night dad was a little high before we went to bed. Some time during the night he was cuddling with me. And feeling me up. I could feel his hard on laying on my butt. I had wanted this attention from dad ever since I caught him and Joe. I let it happen. I knew dad was in a weed fueled haze. Probably basically asleep. Before he could wake up I went under the sheet and started to suck him. I knew to watch my teeth. I watched Joe do it. Dad woke up. Realized what was happening. Gerrit! he said. What are you doing? I looked up and said I want to. He looked at me incredulous at first and then softened and said Baby are you sure? I said I was. Things changed after that. When Joe and dad were together I joined in. When it was just me and dad he treated me like his lover. He didn't fuck me till I was 16 though. I had been begging for it for at least two years. And once he did it I was hooked. Both he and Joe fucked me. Sometimes dad would fuck Joe as Joe fucked me. So, there you go, I am Dutch and my last name means dyke so dad used to call me the Dutch Boy." Patrick looked at him all wide eyed for a moment and then started cracking up. "Are you fucking serious? You start off asking me if I knew why your name was Dutch, fill it in with all that perverted stuff in the middle and then end it with ...there you go" Patrick was sort of in a giggling shock. "Holy fuck, you are wire like us, what am I going to do with you?" "Fuck me again?" Dutch said with a gleam in his eye. "And then maybe I can meet the rest of the family." "Yeah, that's all I need is another pervert around my son." Patrick laughed. "Oh, is he straight?" Dutch asked. "If he's anything he's bi. Him and Jonny play grab ass a lot and the boy gets hard. Likes to wear a jock around the house. Once I swear I saw some cum in the entrance to his ass when he bent over one afternoon. But I'm sure it was wishful thinking." Patrick said, "Nah, I doubt he's totally straight. Never once mentioned a girl though. He just likes to hang with us at home. And Jonny is always naked. I'm not far behind." "You think he an Jonny..." Dutch started. "Done the deed? Nope. Jonny would have been the first to tell me. He already told me he licked Colin's cock once when the boy had it on display at full hard on. He said Colin just laughed and pushed him away with his foot. It sounded like nothing more than horse play...but who knows. But I know Jonny. He would get off on telling me. And he knows what a pig I am so he wouldn't be afraid to tell me. Probably hope for a good fuck afterwards." Patrick said amused. "Well hell, look how hard you are now, you imagining them doing it?" Dutch asked. Patrick laughed, "Yeah. And wondering where that cum came from. I know I saw it. I should have asked. Colin is a total exhibitionist. He probably would have given me a play by play. But if it was cum I'm sure it was from Ben. His best friend. Hot fucker in his own right." "Your house sounds like my kind of place." Dutch said as he got down on his knees and took Patrick's cock in his mouth. "Maybe it should be....oh fuck" Patrick reacted to the warm mouth. "Clean that cock bitch. Fuck. Get all your ass juice off of it." The dynamic between the two was already set in one afternoon. At work Dutch was clearly the boss. But out of work Patrick was the new boss. And Dutch liked it like that. Craved it actually. "Stay right there. I want that ass on my face. I'm moving down to the floor." As Patrick moved off the couch Dutch asked, "Maybe it should be what...?" As Patrick laid on the floor on his back and pulled Dutch's ass right over his face he said, "Maybe it should be your place too". Then he went wild on the man's hole. Looking for his last deposit. All the while Dutch was sucking and loving on his cock. Licking his balls and his taint as well. They stunk, they were filthy from the day and they were loving it. Dutch even licked Patrick's hole a few times making Patrick overcome with lust. After a few minutes Dutch swung around and started to make out with Patrick. Tasting his ass on the man's lips. Back his ass up to meet his cock. Then he plunged down on it. Taking Patrick all at once. "Fuck me hard sir" "My whore wants it hard? Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Patrick said as he slowly started to piston his cock into the hot bubble butt. "Please sir. I want you to use it. Own it. It's fucking yours. Do what you want with it." Dutch begged. "You're my boss when we're at work. But during breaks...." Patrick started. "You can use my ass. Off the clock it's yours." Dutch said as he and Patrick started to make out. Patrick started to fuck him hard then. "Jonny is a total pervert. He'll want to use you too. In front of me." Patrick said. "Oh fuck yeah. We can all fuck. I don't care. Just fucking use me man." Dutch was over come thinking about the brothers using him. "Yeah? You like that? My brother fucking you. After I cum in you. Both of us taking turns?" Patrick teased. "Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Man. I'll do anything man. Anything for you. Anyone. Anytime." Dutch was really hot for this man. He was being truthful. Couldn't imagine ever turning down anything Patrick wanted. "Even my boy? Would you fuck him?" Patrick was so fucking horned up he was pushing his own envelope. "Fuck yes. While you fuck me. If that's what you want. Whore me out to your son. Your brother. I don't care. Fuck me. Fuck." Dutch could hardly breath. Patrick was slamming into him. "Or you fuck him and I'll eat your ass while you do. After you cum in his ass piss all over me. Then I'll eat your cum from his ass. Oh fuck sir. Oh fuck...." "Fuck yeah fucker. You're mine. Jonny's mine. Colin's mine. My fucking boys. Gonna love all of you. Gonna breed everyone of you. Fuck. Fuck here it comes man...fuck me....here it comes." Patrick slammed into him one final time and coated Dutch's insides. "Fuck me man..fuck..." he was coming down. Dutch had cum all over Patrick's stomach and chest. Never touching his own cock. His seven inch hard on still pulsating. Once they both came down Dutch rolled off of Patrick and they both laid on the shag carpet spent. Dutch reached his hand over to Patrick and smeared the cum into his chest and stomach, "Did you mean it?". "Did I mean what?" Patrick responded out of breath. "You were going to love and breed all of us?" Dutch asked and he noticed that Patrick's softening dick jumped a bit. "Fuck man, I want to, I guess I want it all. Fuck I'm fucked up." Patrick said. "Not where I'm sitting man. I'm willing to share you. Just to get to be part of your life man. Fuck I sound like a school girl." Dutch got embarrassed. "Nah. You're being up front. Jonny is like that too. I rather you be like that then hide shit. If you want to be with me and Jonny then I think you'll be welcome by both of us. Colin has to find his own path. But I'm not as opposed to it as I used to be." Patrick let out a deep breath. "I almost hope he and Jonny have fucked. It would make things a lot easier." "Easier for you to fuck him you mean?" Dutch asked. "Yeah" Patrick said softly. Then he changed the subject. "Am I spending the night?" "Fuck yeah you are. I'll give you some shorts so you don't have to wear the same ones tomorrow." Dutch offered. "Hell I don't mind. I'll wear the same shit to work for a couple of days. Don't matter to me." Patrick said getting up. Look for Part Seven? Some other stories of mine: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/searching-for-my-identity/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/when-dad-got-out-of-prison/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/wildcat/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/enough/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/lust-in-space/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/runaway/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-uncles-trailer/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/trailer-park-heat/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/buck/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/salisbury-to-san-diego/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/post-deployment-dad/ *Please support Nifty*, donations are needed to keep this service going. There is nothing like this out there and it would be a loss to let it go. Anything helps. Go to the Nifty main page to find out more!!! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html