Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2019 21:23:56 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Father's Day Tales: The Short Straw, Part One

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*****

"Cheer up, buddy," Phil said, clamping one big hand down on Jason's
shoulder as they walked down the dock. "It's a beautiful day for a
cruise. Just us guys."

"Easy for you to say," Jason scowled, shrugging his father's hand
off. "You're not the one who —"

"Ah c'mon, lighten up," said Uncle Graham. "You know we're all gonna have a
great time."

"Especially you," added Mike with a knowing grin, bringing up the rear with
a cooler in each hand, the big muscles in his linebacker's arms and
shoulders carrying the weight effortlessly.

"Shut up," Jason shot back over his shoulder at his cousin. "You think it's
so awesome, why's it gotta be me who always draws the short straw? Why
can't it be you for a change?"

"Hey bro," Mike shrugged at him with a chuckle that was both rueful and a
little wistful. "Been there, done that."

There was no drawing of straws, not really, and somehow that just made it
seem all the more unjust to Jason. It was a way for him to put words to
what went down out there, without having to do the uncomfortable work of
actually saying it out loud. What was going to go down, and his part in
it. Things had just kind of... played out a certain way, the first time
he'd joined the men on their annual guys-only Father's Day cruise around
Jefferson Lake. And they'd kept playing out that same way every year since.

"A fine family tradition," Graham said, gesturing vaguely at the air, a big
grin on his ruggedly handsome face. He'd had a couple of cocktails already,
and a beer in the truck on the way over, so he was getting nice and
loose. "Who are we to question it?"

"Well *I've* got some questions," Jason grumbled. Assholes, toying with him
like they were. They knew how to push his buttons, and knew which ones in
particular were blinking bright red today, and still they pushed
them. Pushed *him*. They were good guys most of the time, and he loved
them, but it was like they were taking a special delight in his discomfort
today, like they did every time they all came out here. Toying with him, in
more ways than one.

"And I've got some answers for you," Phil said, throwing his muscular arm
round his son's broad young shoulders, giving him a friendly squeeze with
an unmistakable paternal steel to it. "Is it Father's Day? It sure is. Is
this the one day of the year us men are guaranteed to have some us time?"

"Damn straight it is," Graham added, hoisting the beer he'd brought with
him from the truck, letting out a deep-chested burp.

"And are you gonna have a good time, son?" Phil grinned at his handsome
boy. "Damn right you are. You always do."

He leaned in a little closer, a quick father-to-son word.

"You know you're going to have a great time, buddy," he murmured. "We all
are. So let's dispense with the bitching and the moaning, and get on with
the relaxing, right?"

"Yeah, whatever," Jason mumbled, looking away so they couldn't see the
sudden flush in his cheeks, or the glint in his eye that he could never
quite control, as hard as he tried. Glad they couldn't see the way his
heart was starting to beat a little faster, that low tingle deep in his
core starting to grow stronger. He was glad they couldn't see any of that
— not yet, anyway. He manufactured a deep, put-upon sigh as they got
ready to board the boat and get started on their annual tradition.

* * * * *

It took about a half-hour and a couple of beers, but finally Jason started
to get over himself and relax. The sun felt great, and already Mike had
pulled his shirt off, his big muscles soaking up the sun, the nice mat of
fur on his chest gleaming. He was really starting to seriously take after
his father now, Jason noticed for what felt like the millionth time, more
and more every day. He was vaguely aware that he was maybe paying a little
too much attention to the big muscles of Mike's pecs, the way the dense,
dark fur was really starting to come in on the thick planes of muscle. He
kept making himself look away, but every time, he found his eyes drifting
back in his hunky cousin's direction, chastising himself even as he found
himself compelled by the specimen of manhood his cousin had turned
into. Just like their dads.

Jason wasn't hairy-chested like Mike or the elder Stadler men, nor as
ruggedly hewn. He had their strong shoulders, their high, rounded ass, and
their strong, thick-muscled legs, a body built for sports and fucking and
looking good naked. Better than the other three, in fact, because he'd
gotten his blond hair and finer features from his mother, which combined
with the muscular power of the Stadler men's DNA made for a dynamite
combo. He hadn't been without a girlfriend since he was 12, sometimes more
than one at a time, and he'd made the most of every opportunity his good
looks and tight end's athletic prowess had afforded him.

Out here on the boat, though, none of that mattered. There weren't any
girls, just the guys, the Stadler men enjoying their annual tradition. Some
more than others, right then, as Jason started to feel the frown forming
again, as he contemplated the afternoon ahead. A little nervous, but more
than a little excited, too, goddammit. There was that ember buried down
deep in his stomach, slowly kindling, and he cursed it silently. It was
damn hard to try and stay mad about it, to rail at the injustice of the
whole situation, with that undeniable, unstoppable little tingle starting
to make itself felt, somewhere down behind and just below the abs he'd been
working so assiduously on for the last several years.

Mike plunked himself down onto the seat beside Jason, slipping his big,
muscle-dense forearm round his younger cousin's shoulders, and handed him a
fresh cold beer. Jason got a sudden whiff of Mike's manly scent, a waft of
pheromones from the depth of his armpit that made that stubborn tingle in
his guts flare even more. He started to try and shift away, but Mike just
tightened his big arm, his thick bicep flexing against the back of Jason's
neck, and kept him close.

Almost casually, Mike's hand found its way down over the front of Jason's
polo shirt, over the swell of his pec. Jason tightened up inside at the
feeling of it, the idle motion of his cousin's hand kind of toying with
him, almost feather-light motions which belied his linebacker's powerful
strength. When Mike's thick fingertips found the nub of his nipple through
the fabric of his shirt, and casually zeroed in on it with a slow, rotating
stroke that was both effortless and skilful at the same time. Jason let out
a soft sound that wanted to be a protest, but wasn't quite making it.

"Good to see ya, cuz," Mike said, voice deep and powerful like Uncle
Graham's. "Been too long."

"Yeah, I guess," Jason said diffidently, even though he really wanted to
tell Mike it was good seeing him too. They'd always been tight growing up,
Mike a lot like the big brother he'd never had. Mike had been there for him
in a lot of important ways, had taught him a lot of important things, some
of which had indirectly led them here, sitting on the boat, the big fucker
casually teasing his tit while Uncle Graham grinned at them from the other
side of the deck, Jason's face flushed with a mix of the sun, his rising
embarrassment, and below that, his rising heat.

"And lookin' finer than ever, J," Mike said in that good-natured rumble.

"Finest of all of us, maybe," Uncle Graham said, raising his beer in
salute.

"Yup," Phil said from behind the controls, giving his son a big grin that
made Jason feel all kinds of ways inside.

"Speak for yourselves," Mike scoffed, raising his other arm and popping a
perfect bis flex that Jason tried real hard not to look at. Then he turned
his smile back on Jason, and dammit, as mad as he was trying to be about
what was going down, Jason never could resist that grin of his.

"But plenty fine, for sure," he said, and right then he was his father's
spitting image, Uncle Phil at 23. He dropped his bis flex and shifted that
hand over to give Jason's strong thigh a squeeze through his shorts. All
Jason wanted to do was squirm, doubly so when Mike's big, warm hand started
to slowly stroke up and down over that spot just on the inside of his right
thigh that always made him go a little loose inside. Fuck, he wasn't ready
for this. Not yet. Surely it was too soon, people might see...

Mike leaned in closer, his thick fingertips finding their way under the hem
of Jason's shorts, up over the bare skin underneath, as his left hand
continued to tease his now-stiff tit. Jason got another, stronger whiff of
Mike's scent, bodywash and the beginnings of his sweat, that powerful kind
of musk underneath it all. He let out a soft, involuntary gasp as Mike
grazed his lips up the side of his neck, then nipped at his earlobe.

"Yeah buddy," Mike murmured. "Been looking forward to this for weeks."

Jason opened his mouth to protest, to try and fire off some kind of
smart-assed retort, but Mike just grinned and covered his mouth with his
own, and all Jason could do was whimper again as his big hunky cousin took
full possession of him and kissed him. He tried to keep his lips closed,
but already Mike's thick, agile tongue was probing between them, opening
him up, and once it had slipped inside, it worked skilfully around his
tongue and across the roof of his mouth, staking his claim, and resistance
was pretty much futile at that point. But then, Jason wasn't so sure he
wanted to resist anyway. Not with Mike's strong right hand groping its way
slowly up his inner thigh, his left hand busy zeroing in on the
bullet-stiff point of his tit. The noise Jason had intended as a protest
gave way to one of pleasure as he surrendered himself to his stud cousin's
attentions, and his intentions too.

"Damn, bro," Mike grunted huskily and appreciatively once he'd maneuvered
Jason's polo shirt off of him, baring the younger dude's smooth, tanned,
perfectly honed torso. Even though Jason was in prime shape for summer,
Mike had manhandled him up into his lap with ease and without question,
stripping him out of his shirt and running those big mitts up over Jason's
abs, over his perfectly sculpted jock pecs, up across the bulk of his
shoulders and then down over the powerful contours of his bis and tris.

"You look even better in the flesh than you do on your Insta," Mike added
with a sexy grin, his big hands slipping around Jason's flanks to cup the
muscles of his ass and pull him in even closer, up against the already hard
crowbar of cock in Mike's shorts. Jason could feel himself rapidly
hardening too, something he was powerless to stop, even if he wanted to,
and that was no sure thing. Not with a couple beers under his belt, the sun
beating down on him, strong skilful hands roaming all over all his most
sensitive places, while his Dad and Uncle Phil grinned and watched on
approvingly.

"Fuck, dude," he started to half-protest, but Mike just curled one strong
hand behind his neck and brought his face closer to his, and filled his
mouth with his tongue once again. Jason tried to hold off, but just like
every other time, he gave in with a quickness that both shamed and excited
him. Mike let out a deep, rumbling noise of approval right into his mouth
as Jason's tongue took over from his head and joined him in the kiss. His
hips found their own rhythm, starting to hunch the hard flare of his
cockbulge against Mike's as the kiss deepened. Jason's hands clutched
Mike's big, broad shoulders and let his body take over in the moment, let
his big, strong cousin snake thick arms around him and hold him tight, let
him take him where he wanted to go, even if he wouldn't admit it out
loud. Not yet.

Phil steered the boat into the little cove they'd found a few years back
almost by accident. The way it curved back behind an outcropping of rock,
surrounded on three sides by quiet woods, gave near complete privacy. Which
was a good thing, as Uncle Graham tossed the anchor out and Phil cut the
engines, and they settled in side by side with fresh beers to watch their
sons make out.

"Damn, that ass of his gets finer every time I see it," Graham rumbled,
groping at the thick tube of cock poking across his hip inside his shorts.

"Don't I know it," Phil grunted, his eyes locked on the almost hypnotic
swell and flex and grind of his son's prime jockboy tail as the handsome
blond fell deeper into his big cousin's expert tonguework. "Shit, just
think... if your boy hadn't tapped that thing..."

"We'd be out here tapping his instead," Graham chuckled.

"Hell, the day's young yet, little bro," Phil grinned wolfishly, groping
himself now too as the two older men clinked their beers together.

Jason's face burned with embarrassment, hearing his Dad and Uncle talking
about him that way, but it burned hot with something deeper, too. He had to
admit, he liked being looked at. He tried not to be too much about it, but
he'd always had a nice body, and he'd worked plenty hard on it. His bros
back at school could give him low-key admiring glances. Girls sure liked
the way he looked, but they didn't ogle him the way a man did. The way his
men did. With these guys, with his family, he really felt the power of the
way he was built, felt it being appreciated and admired in the way only men
could.

There was a part of it, he'd come to realize, about being treated like a
piece of meat — and not in a cheap, dismissive kind of way, but instead
like a fine piece of Wagyu beef at an expensive steakhouse, considered and
appraised and approved, and then eagerly devoured — that he fucking
liked. It was carnal, and masculine, and powerful. Something about being
coveted this way, by three of the strongest men he knew, guys he'd grown up
idolizing, just made it even more intense. Nobody else made him feel this
way, not like these guys. They knew it too, and that's why they knew his
protestations and scowls and attitude about today were all just a
front. This was what he really wanted, and they were going to give it to
him, as much as he wanted and then maybe a little more, and fuck, he wanted
all that so bad.

For his part, Mike liked to look at his pretty-boy younger cousin, but he
liked the feel of him even more, and the taste of him even better than
that. He licked the taste of sweat off Jason's smooth, muscle-packed skin,
lapped at the kid's big, stiff jockboy tits, sucked on them until Jason let
out a hitching moan and dug his fingers even deeper into Mike's big, tanned
shoulders. The whole time, he had a double-handful of Jason's premium tight
end's tight end, groping it as it thrust and flexed, driving Jason's hard
cockbulge against his own. He'd been a little reluctant at first to share
all the stuff he'd learned with the kid back when they'd first gotten into
all this a few years ago, but the hot little blond had been really into it
once he'd tasted it, and Mike had done his best to introduce him to the
hot, sweaty fun of mansex in a responsible, big-brotherly kind of way. His
Dad and Uncle Phil expected nothing less, and they'd told him exactly that
during one of their "play days" out here on the boat, before they'd decided
to start inviting Jason along too.

Doing it responsibly and teaching Jason everything he knew had sure paid
off, and he loved showing his Dad and Uncle Phil how good he'd gotten. He
thumbed both of Jason's perked-up nips as they swapped spit some more, the
kid humping against him and whining in the back of his throat as he got
over his attitude and got into the action. Mike chuckled deep in his chest,
and reached for the belt of his hot-ass cousin's shorts.

"Mind if I lend these boys a hand, bro?" Graham said to Phil as they
watched their boys start to get deep together.

"What's mine is yours, little bro, you know that," Phil said, giving his
younger brother a lazy grin, and when Graham smiled back, despite the
detail differences in their sizes and features, there was no question they
were brothers. Graham leaned in and fed his studly older brother a slow,
searing kiss, hot with decades of history and discovery between them.

Jason was so lost in the skilful twist of his big stud cousin's tongue, the
way his thick fingers and thumbs were half stroking his aching cocktent,
half working on his fly to release it from its throbbing confinement, he
nearly jumped when he felt another set of lips on that funny, tingly spot
high up his spine, between his shoulder blades. He felt one big hand slide
lightly up his flanks as those kissing lips worked their way up over his
trap, to his neck, to that other funny shivery spot just behind his ear.

"Attaboy," growled Uncle Graham. "Sexy kid."

Jason whimpered into his cousin's hard-working mouth. Goddammit, he was 20,
not a kid anymore. But he was always going to be the youngest, in some ways
permanently the slightly anxious, deeply excited teenager who'd first
joined these dudes here on the boat three years ago, and discovered so much
that day and ever since. But Mike had inherited his magic hands and skilled
ways from his father, and Uncle Graham's hands and lips and now his tongue
on Jason's flesh had him on fire, inside and out. And hell... it was
true. Some part of him, the part of him coming up from deep within now,
taking over, liked being their kid. Their boy, to play with as they saw
fit. He hated it, but god fucking damn, he loved it too. So fucking much.

Jason broke away from Mike's mouth, tilting his head back and to the side,
opening up his athletic throat to Uncle Graham's avid lips and thick, wet
tongue. Graham wasted no time taking over for his son, grinning as he took
hold of his nephew's square jaw and turned his face up to meet him. Jason
barely had time to smile or speak or do anything but grunt, as his sexy,
rugged uncle leaned in and fed him his strong, beer-tasting tongue. He
moaned into Graham's mouth and bucked his hips forward again, Mike taking
the chance to concentrate and open his shorts up, slipping big hands
quickly inside to stroke over the trunks Jason was wearing.

"Yeah, see, told ya," he chuckled, stroking one big palm over the throb of
Jason's constrained cock, making the hot blond shiver and moan even more
into his uncle's hungry mouth. Shit, Mike could feel Jason's wetness
already. Little fucker always made such a big deal about everything at
first, these trips they took every year, but damn if he wasn't good to go
pretty fucking quick once things got rolling.

Mike got a firmer grasp on Jason's underwear-testing hardon, palming the
big young bulge with more intent as he alternated wide-tongued licks and
lusty kisses up the kid's finely honed flesh and muscles. He worked his way
up Jason's throat, feeling the muscles working as his cousin and his father
shared a hungry, deep kiss, lashing his tongue up the underside of Jason's
shifting chin, flicking against the sandpapery-stubbled squareness of his
Dad's handsome, manly jaw. Graham grunted and reached to cup the back of
Mike's head, pulling up a little on it, bringing his big boy in. He
retrieved his tongue from his nephew's hungry mouth and fed it to his son,
the two of them growling into a deep, tongue-slashing kiss.

"Gonna fuck this kid, Dad," Mike grunted when they parted.

"Fuck yeah you are, son," Graham grinned with a mix of pride and
hunger. "Gonna get him ready for ya, stud."

"Aw yeahhhhh," Mike half-moaned, turning back to his cousin's parted lips
and waiting tongue as he tugged on Jason's shorts.

Graham hunkered down beside the younger men, and looked over to the
opposite bench. Phil sprawled out, thick, hairy thighs spread wide, a beer
in his hand, the hard mound of his cock in his other, watching the
proceedings with a mix of pride, satisfaction and desire. The two brothers
looked at each other, Phil giving his younger brother a barely perceptible
nod, before settling back to watch the show continue. Graham grinned back
at him, and put his hands to work.

Jason's finely honed football player ass hiked up as soon as his uncle's
big hands cupped it, his body following a mix of learned athletic and
inborn sexual instincts. Graham let out an appreciative growl as he felt
the boxy muscles of his nephew's five-star tail shift in his mitts,
squeezing at the musculature covetously before reaching for the loosened
waistband of Jason's preppy-stylish shorts. He looked like he'd just walked
out of The Gap, but the kid moved like he was onstage at The Eagle, more so
as Graham yanked on his shorts and revealed the sexy little trunks encasing
his fine young jock's ass. Mike's big linebacker's paws clutched Jason's
lats and guided him up, working with his father to skin the shorts down the
tight end's thick-cut quads, bulging and defined like a statue's as Jason
tried to maintain his balance on the gently rocking pleasure craft.

Jason kicked his shorts onto the deck and looked down at his big cousin, at
the hungry way Mike's eyes roamed over him from knee to neck, followed
swiftly by his big, strong mitts. He bit his lip and let the pleasure of it
all wash over him, the sensation of Uncle Graham's hands caressing up his
calves, over his defined hamstrings, up the thickly muscled curvature of
his glutes.

"Finest ass of any of us," Graham practically sighed, and this time Mike
didn't try to contradict him with a wisecrack. The truth was the truth,
after all.

Jason couldn't help but smile at that, feeling the pleasure of a
well-earned compliment from a man he'd admired his whole life. And beneath
that, a distinct layer of pleasure, one at being so openly, physically
admired by these men who knew him better than almost anyone in the whole
world. They knew what he wanted. What he needed. He didn't know what was
making him harder, their covetous hands on his flesh, or the admiring
hunger that drove them to touch him, tell him how hot he'd gotten, whisper
how hard he was making them, how good they were gonna fuck him, so good...

"Yeah, that's it, men," Phil murmured from across the deck, watching
intently as his brother and nephew worked to skin his son's sexy little
trunks down his muscle-bulging young thighs. It was always a pleasure
watching his Jase get undressed, particularly when it was other men getting
him undressed. He was perfectly content to sit back and watch the show, one
hand resting on the thickness of his paternal bulge, knowing all there was
still to come. He'd been looking forward to this for weeks now, and he was
going to savor every god damn minute of it.

"Yeah buddy," Mike growled as Jason's handsome, achingly hard cock was
loosed from his trunks, the head already slicked with precum. Jason moaned
as his cousin gripped his big young thighs and licked at the hard curve of
his cock, a long slow swab up the underside, from the top of his balls to
the tip. He cupped the back of Mike's head and looked out to the water,
feeling exposed and vulnerable and completely on display. Showing the world
who he was.

Jason's knees trembled as he felt Uncle Graham's big paws on his ass
cheeks, kneading the muscle-firm flesh, groping at the creamy strength of
them, spreading him open. The gust of his uncle's warm breath on the hairs
in his ass cleft made him shiver, even more when it flowed over his hole.

"Sweet fuckin' jock ass," Uncle Graham growled, and then Jason had to
stifle a yell as his handsome uncle buried his face deep between his
sculpted glutes and started to lick him. Father and son took both sides of
him with gusto, Mike swabbing the throbbing head of his cock with true
skill, before swallowing him slowly down, sucking on him with experience
that belied his big, rugged linebacker's presence. Uncle Graham dug his
thumbs into the meat of Jason's cheeks and spread him wider, giving his
broad, thick tongue even better access to the tight little hole lined with
blond hair.

All Jason could do was hold onto the back of his cousin's head, reaching up
for the overhanging roof of the boat's cabin with his other hand, and try
not to collapse with pleasure. He looked over his shoulder, cheeks flushed
with heat and that ever-present alternating current of shame and desire, to
his father. Phil's eyes locked on his, and his Dad just nodded, that quiet,
intent half-smile twisting his handsome lips. Jason felt *seen,* not just
looked at but understood, witnessed, known, and he shivered as much from
that as from the combined attentions of his uncle's and cousin's lips and
tongues working his most intimate spaces over.

"You gettin' our boy ready for Mikey, bro?" Phil drawled, eyes still on
Jason's, and Uncle Graham grunted a muffled noise of assent from deep
between Jason's stellar glutes. Jason's back arched and his calves and
quads flexed hard as he went up on the balls of his feet, feeling Uncle
Graham's tongue worm its way up into him and start reaming him out, laying
down a lubricating layer of manspit for what they all knew was coming, and
soon. Mike growled lustily around Jason's cock, making him clutch the back
of his cousin's head tighter, and fight the urge to cum. It didn't really
matter if he did or not — the play was in motion, and there was nothing
he could do, short of leaping over the side and swimming away, to stop
it. Even if he wanted to.

"Sure as fuck am, bro," Uncle Graham growled, his voice thick with spit as
he pulled himself free from the clutch of Jason's tight pink hole. Jason
shivered at the sensation of the breeze and Uncle Graham's lusty beath
gusting across his moist flesh. Mike growled hungrily again, taking his
time to pull his mouth from Jason's achingly hard, wet cock.

"Oh buddy, I can't fucking wait," he murmured thickly, stroking his hands
up Jason's statuesque thighs, over his abs, up to his thick jockboy
tits. He smiled up at his younger cousin, and yeah, there was heat and
hunger and utter lust in it, but there was a warm affection to it
too. Something brotherly about it that tweaked Jason inside more than
anything else. No matter what his mouth might say, Jason wanted him.

Mike bit his lip as his eyelids fluttered, and Jason knew without looking
that Uncle Graham had unleashed his cousin's fat, hard cock.

"My big hung stud kid," Uncle Graham growled, and then Mike gasped and
clutched harder at Jason's thighs as his father slurped up and down the
length of him, getting him good and wet for what was to come.

"Gonna need more than that, bro," Phil chuckled, and suddenly he was right
there, beside the three of them. Jason blushed as he looked down at his
father, even more when Phil ran one big hand up and down the back of his
thigh, covetous and slow, appreciative, proud. In his other hand, Phil held
a tube of lube, and Jason blushed even harder at that.

"Thanks stud," Uncle Graham said, coming up off his son's towering cock and
making room for Phil to step in. Jason tried to look back over his shoulder
to watch them, partly ashamed at wanting to, but the angle wouldn't
work. Instead, he had to settle for the blissful smile on his cousin's
face, Mike's head tilted back and his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as
Phil stroked a thick coating of lube up and down his big young cock.

"Looks like your boy's good to go, little brother," Phil murmured.

"Always, brother," Uncle Graham replied, and the two men chuckled
lustily. Then Jason felt hands on his glutes again, opening him up, and
found himself arching his back and presenting his ass to them, blushing
furiously and helplessly as he did so. He shivered and bit his lip as thick
fingers stroked up and down over the deepest part of his cleft. Thick
fingers that he just knew were his father's. A stream of thick, clear
precum dripped from the head of his cock, drizzling down to land between
Mike's thick, furred pecs. Then he felt the cool slickness of the lube
being painted over his hole, and he willed himself not to let it clutch
needily at the thick, lubed fingers probing at his tender core.

"Fuck, guys," he moaned helplessly as the slicked fingers probed up inside
him, coating his insides with lubricant, prepping him for the thickness of
his cousin's cock. He didn't know if it was his father or his uncle
slipping up inside him that way — both, he suspected, but it didn't
matter either way. It was all the same brand of hot shame and lust and need
in him regardless.

"That's the idea, son," Phil chuckled lustily, and then there were three
sets of big hands on his body, his thighs and flanks and hips, big strong
men maneuvering him down, down, down, feeling powerless to resist them even
if he wanted to. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. He didn't really know
anymore, and fuck, that's when it felt the hottest inside of him, when his
warring instincts collided and made room for something deeper and truer,
way down deep in him.

"Oh fuck, bro," Mike groaned as the fat, blunt head of his slick cock made
contact with Jason's hole, and that word, *bro,* made all the
difference. It always had, even before they'd started fooling around, two
cousins as close as the brothers they each didn't have, but wanted. Mike
was an only child, and Jason had two older sisters, so the connection
between them had always been important to him. Especially now, this
physical connection, as Mike's slicked cockhead touched his hole, brushing
against it at first, then pressing more insistently, and Jason found
himself moaning and shivering and opening up to him, like he had since the
start of all this between them.

Jason's big thighs bulged as he hunkered down and let Mike inside, and the
two of them moaned in harmony as his cousin's big, thick piece slipped into
him. It was always a little tough at first, Jason's tightness and Mike's
thickness reacquainting themselves, but it always got good. Real
good. Jason found himself looking forward to that as he clasped Mike's big,
broad, sun-warmed shoulders and bore down, and as always, a little ashamed
at himself for looking forward to it so much. But it was happening no
matter what, Mike's big paws clutching Jason's trim hips tight as he rose
up to kiss him again, entering Jason from both ends now, tongue and cock
finding their way home together inside the hot blond jock.

"Attaboy," Phil murmured, ruffling Jason's hair affectionately as Uncle
Graham kissed his shoulder, and then the two men retreated back to their
bench to watch the show, as their boys went deep together.

*Thank god for squats,* Jason thought amid the fog of heat and lust in his
brain, as he dropped down low, filling himself with Mike's eight thick,
throbbing inches. Mike moaned deeper into his mouth, his tongue lashing
lustily at Jason's, and Jason found himself kissing him back just as
avidly. God damn, there was no feeling quite like being filled up like
this, full of thick cock, his ass walls clenching tight around the
familiar, welcome dimensions of his cousin's powerful piece. Mike's big
hands roamed over his bulging thighs, up his flanks, the big powerful
linebacker letting his tender, covetous lover's side show through for his
dude, making it easier for Jason to submit to the intense sensation of
being filled like this, while their fathers watched them and murmured lusty
approval. There was always a point where it went from strange and intrusive
to hot and tingling, where the sensations tipped over from discomfort into
pure radiating pleasure — yeah, fuck yeah, already Jason could feel it
coming on, a slow-rolling wave approaching, ready to roll over and through
him, awwww *fuck yeah...*

"Awwww bro!" he found himself gasping as his cock bobbed enthusiastically
between them, Mike grunting affirmatively as he coursed his hands over
Jason's fine flanks, down to the hard mounds of his ass, and guided him up
a little so Jason could fuck himself back down on him.

The combination of Mike's touch on his body, the thickness of his big cock
throbbing inside of him, the way Mike gazed up at him with that mix of lust
and fraternal affection for him, all of it worked to break down Jason's
defenses. In quick order, he found himself moving instinctively, his body
working like the well-oiled — and now, well-lubed — athletic machine
he and his Dad and his coaches had crafted it into over the years. His
pissiness and attitude from earlier started to fade like they always did,
melting away as Mike's cock found his deepest parts, way up deep inside of
him as Jason's thighs and calves and ass got to work, helping him fuck
himself on his cousin's towering, throbbing bro cock. He could feel his
Dad's and Uncle's eyes on him, hear their low, lusty voices murmuring to
each other, making the skin on his muscular young back prickle in a way
that complemented the slow, deep throb emanating from inside him.

Jason felt the throb of his cock, not even needing to look down at it to
know it was at its hardest, leaking a steady flow of sticky sap, a handsome
seven inches with a slight upward curve that had always pleased the chicks
he'd fucked with it. He tried to think of some of them now, to call up some
of his greatest hits with the girls, and found he couldn't bring the
details into focus. All he could think about was how hard he was, how hard
Mike was inside of him, and how hard their fathers were as they watched
from a few feet away. How fucking good it felt to get filled like this
again. Usually after one of these sessions — even when it was just Mike
and him, nobody else — he found himself going on a hunt for pussy once
he got home, relentlessly searching for as much willing cunt as he could
sink his cock into. And every time, even as he reveled in the sensations
and textures and softer pleasures of his hard cock sinking into slick,
feminine wetness, he could never quite shake off the tingle in his hole,
the throb deep inside of him, that only these men could truly give
him. Even when he came inside a girl, it was often with memories of his
hard, spurting cock firing thick jets of his cum into the air as another
hard cock plowed his orgasm out of him.

He tried to hold onto that notion, the idea of firing up Tinder on his
phone as soon as he got into his car later on and looking for a girl to
take him, but it dissipated from his mind with each filling slide of Mike's
big cock inside of him. He surrendered to the relentless throb and hardness
of that big fucking cock, fucking himself down on his cousin's hardness
athletically, clutching his broad shoulders, savoring his big linebacker's
hands caressing his thighs, the hard-working muscles of his ass, the
hungry, masculine thrust of Mike's tongue into his eagerly receptive mouth.

"Yeah, take that dick, Jasey," Uncle Graham murmured in a low, lusty voice,
and Jason blushed harder at that, even as he couldn't stop his relentless
up-down ride.

"That's my boy," Phil added, voice thick and husky and proud. "Takin' it
like a man, son."

Jason whimpered deep in his throat, Mike moaning in reply, digging his
fingers deep into the sleek muscularity of his cousin's athlete's thighs
and trim hips, starting to fuck himself up inside of the handsome
kid. Sure, this was about pleasure, Jason's pleasure, but more than that,
it was about his men's pleasure. That just made it even more pleasurable
for Jason, somehow, the notion that he was pleasuring his men. For all the
conflict it caused inside of him, the way it made his cheeks burn with
shamed need, it made the crescendos of fucklust inside of him soar even
higher, hitting him deeper, making him leak all over Mike's sweaty, furry
muscles beneath him, as they sucked hard on each other's tongues and fucked
each other with increasing youthful vigor.

"Oh fuck bro," Mike grunted through gritted teeth, his ruggedly handsome
features creased with effort and sheened with sweat. "Fuck, you're gonna
make me nut in ya, Jasey."

"Yeah?" Jason panted, finding himself fucking harder on Mike's thick piece,
seeing the end zone, starting to sprint towards it. Mike grunted again and
nodded, staring up at him with lusty eyes that were starting to get hazy in
that way Jason knew so well, the telltale signs of his big stud cousin's
impending orgasm.

"Yeah, shoot your fucking cum, son," Uncle Graham growled. "Knock that boy
up."

"Ah god," Jason hissed, as Mike harmonized with a deep, lusty "Awww
fuck..."

"Give our boy what he needs, son," Phil chimed in, and god damn sometimes
Jason could almost hate his father for knowing him so well. For seeing him,
seeing through him.

Jason's thighs were starting to burn with the effort — he couldn't help
but quickly think how great they were gonna look after this, and maybe he
should try and get a pic of them before the fuck-pump faded — and his
hole was definitely feeling the relentless onslaught of Mike's big,
powerful cock. But the discomfort was part of it too, the reminder that
nothing in life was easy, especially nothing that could feel this good. A
sign that he was giving this his all, like he'd been trained to do in all
kinds of ways most of his life, his father's scrutinizing gaze on him as he
pushed himself, as he gave it everything he had, Dad gazing approvingly at
his form and his effort and the way he took eight hard fucking inches of
Mike, and oh godddd...

"Oh shit, here I fuckin' cum bro!" Mike half-gasped, half-shouted, his
thick fingers sinking deep into Jason's creamy flesh, his face shifting
into something between a sneer and a look of awe, his cousin's O-face as
familiar to Jason as his own by now, and shit, he wished he could really
feel the thick jets of jock cum that were starting to burst forth, to surge
up inside of him, to fill him up, to breed him...

Mike grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down to kiss, hard and
hungry and unforgiving, reaming his mouth out as he growled and grunted and
thrust up inside of Jason one last time, unloading the last of his
prodigious cumload. How many shots, Jason wondered — eight? Ten? Twelve?
They were all big cummers, but he hoped it was real big. If he was going to
go through all of this, he wanted it to be worthwhile for everyone.

Mike flopped back against the side of the boat, big chest heaving, a
fucked-out smile on his face, as Jason savored the throbbing inside of
him. He hadn't cum, but he wanted to, so much. He supposed he could, it
wasn't like there were any rules to this — but there were certain
unspoken expectations, too. Other needs besides his own. Still, he wanted
to cum, and as he levered himself up and off the seat, feeling empty and
gaped-open as Mike's cock slid out of him with a rubbery, wet slurp, he
reached for his own achingly hard cock.

"Nice, buddy, real nice," said Uncle Graham, suddenly close by him, running
a big hand up and down Jason's sweaty flank as he staggered to his feet,
trying to find his footing again on the deck of the boat as his thighs
burned and his cock ached for release. Jason shivered at his uncle's touch,
knowing and sensuous on his flushed, sweating skin, and inside he struggled
with the warring urges to push the big fuck away, and to nestle closer to
him.

Uncle Graham made the choice for him, wrapping one thick arm around him and
leaning in to nuzzle the sweaty skin on his neck. His big hand reached
down, covering Jason's hand on his cock, and squeezed it with him as Jason
stroked himself.

"Yeah, you wanna cum, dontcha kid?" Uncle Graham murmured in his ear,
nuzzling at him, and Jason was suddenly aware of the chest hairs tickling
at his arm and shoulder. He'd been so in the zone, he hadn't noticed Uncle
Graham stripping out of his clothes, or even his approach, and now he
shivered at the warm press of the older man's still-impressive
musculature. Feeling the thick, throbbing press of a hard cock against his
hip, making his skin prickle all over.

"Yeah," Jason half-whimpered, as he and his uncle stroked his cock
together, looking up at the man embracing him. Fuck, he was a handsome
dude, big and funny and charismatic as hell, an older, even sexier version
of Mike. "I wanna cum, Unc."

"You will, boy," Uncle Graham said, his voice low and deep and vibrating
through Jason's body. "Soon. You know you will."

Jason opened his mouth to protest, but Uncle Graham just covered it with
his own, siding his thick, beery tongue into his mouth, and Jason's
instincts took over as he kissed him back, letting the big older stud
possess his body, his cock, and his mouth. Surrendering to it, as Uncle
Graham gently eased his hand off his cock and pressed him back towards the
bench.


*To be continued...*