Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2019 21:23:16 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Father's Day Tales: The Short Straw, Part Two

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PREVIOUSLY:

"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.

* * * * *

"Fuck yeah Dad, go for it," Mike grinned, scooting over to make room, his
big cock still half-hard and gleaming with lube and cum.

"He's all yours, little brother," Phil chimed in from his seat, and Jason
flushed bright red at that.

Uncle Graham guided him back to the bench, and Jason found himself kneeling
on the seat, grabbing hold of the side of the boat, seemingly unable to
help himself, unable to stop obeying the drives that churned deep inside of
him. It was these moments, these between-times, these interludes between
cocks, when he most wanted to protest, to reassert himself. He couldn't
quell the urge to speak up, even as he shivered at Uncle Graham's big hands
weaving their expert paths over his sweaty skin, his full lips nuzzling the
sweat from his neck and shoulders as one big hand zeroed in on the heated
muscles of Jason's ass, the other finding the back of his head, and firmly,
but almost tenderly, turning it to the side. Turning Jason's head to face
the sudden appearance of his big, hard cock, eight thick, gnarly inches,
the model for Mike's big fucking dick. Jason couldn't help but let out a
little whimper as hot jets of saliva spurted inside his mouth, and it was
all he could do not to lick his lips, his head and his drives at war with
each other yet again.

"C'mon, dudes," Jason said weakly. "Can't we just... can't I... I have a
girlfriend!" he blurted, surprising even himself at the force and
indignation in his voice.

"She suck cock as good as you do, bro?" Mike grinned, on his knees on the
bench on the other side of him, big and naked and sexy, stroking one big
paw up his back. "Besides, so fuckin' what? I do too. So does Dad."

"And yet," Uncle Graham chimed in mirthfully as his meaty paws guided
Jason's blushing face towards the musky, radiant heat of his crotch, and
the cock that towered epically hard from it. "Here we all are."

"About to fuck you some more, bro," Mike continued, his lips buzzing
Jason's neck, and fuck, he did not want to give into them all. But he knew,
deep inside, that he would. Like he always did.

"Just the way you like it, son," came his Dad's voice, and Jason turned to
look up at his father, looming big and handsome over the three of them,
partially blocking the sun. He felt his father's big, rugged hand stroke
the small of his back, like he would a cat, and despite himself, Jason's
back arched and his ass came up again, and no matter what that part of his
head was telling him, he never really wanted this to end.

"But before that," Uncle Graham grinned, nudging the sap-sticky head of his
fat cock against Jason's parted lips, and he didn't need to say the
rest. They all knew it, especially Jason, who shot a fiery, defiant look up
at his Uncle's smugly handsome fucking face, even as the man's rich,
masculine scent filled his nostrils and made his mouth water some more. His
lips compressed against the slickness of the man's hot flesh, and at least
that made him shut his big fat mouth. Then it was like his mouth took over
from his mind once more, as he opened his lips and lapped his eager tongue
around the sticky, salty muskiness of his uncle's cockhead, grunting
despite himself. He took hold of Uncle Graham's thick, vein-gnarled
cockshaft, right at the base, and with a deeper, huskier noise, opened wide
and devoured the big man's big cock almost whole.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Uncle Graham hissed, as Mike let out a low,
approving murmur and Phil continued to watch with a quiet grin, groping the
thick hardon bulging his shorts. "God damn but you can suck cock, stud."

Even if that part of his mind didn't want to admit it, or accept it, it was
a genuine compliment, and Jason took it and ran with it. He locked eyes on
his uncle's with a mix of hunger, need, and defiance, something like
gratitude deep in the mix too as he sucked Uncle Graham's big unit, sloppy
and slurping as the rich, singular flavor of it filled his mouth, making
his tongue tingle, melding with the thick spit that flowed around the
invading flesh, over his lips, rolling down the shaft to dampen his fist as
it stroked at the base.

"Attaboy," Mike growled, giving the meat of his glute a solid smack, before
reaching up to kiss Phil, the two big, rugged studs growling into a deep,
wet, lusty uncle-nephew makeout.

Jason focused on the task at hand — and at mouth — and found that
groove, the point where he was truly sucking cock, his lips and tongue and
hand and throat slipping into sync, geared to one overriding objective: to
give the man he was servicing pleasure, the very best he could. It was pure
instinct, the same as the way his body coordinated to leap to catch a ball
on the field, tuck it securely close to his body, and run it into the end
zone. He felt two big hands stroking over his lush, muscled ass, and
instinctively hiked it up a little more, letting those strong, knowing
hands spread him open and explore him, getting him ready for the next
round.

"Fuckin' shittttt!" Uncle Graham gasped, the big muscles of his thighs
tightening up in a hard flex as he went up on the balls of his feet, his
guiding hands on Jason's head turning into grasping ones, savoring another
long, liquid stretch of pleasure, before pushing his hot cocksucking nephew
back up off of his length. "Too much, kid, too much... goddamn..."

Uncle Graham bent over, replacing the length of his cock with the length of
his tongue as he slid it hungrily inside Jason's mouth, savoring the lusty
whimpering noise the hot blond jock made as he sucked as hungrily on the
muscle as he just had on his cock. They kissed deep, hungry and wet and
grunting and manly, before Uncle Graham pulled back again, eyes bright and
avid, wiping excess spit from his lips with the back of his hand.

"Gotta get inside you, buddy," he grunted, and Jason's insides shivered at
the tone in his voice as much as the words.

Uncle Graham moved with surprising quickness for such a big guy, a legacy
of his three-sport athletic prowess as a young man, slipping past his
brother and son to drop to his knees behind Jason's fine, upturned ass.

"Thanks for warming him up for me, fellas," he said with a grin and a wink,
and then without further delay spread his nephew's muscular cheeks wide and
dove in.

"Fuckkkkkk," Jason hissed, gripping onto the siderail of the boat as Uncle
Graham growled in reply, lapping hungrily at his taint and his hole, then
licking him wide open and plunging it inside of him.

"Fuck, you taste good son," Uncle Graham growled, coming up for air from
between Jason's cheeks. He'd just spent ten solid minutes worming that
thick tongue of his up inside Jason, savoring his insides all slicked with
his own son's cum, his expert tonguework making Jason's cock leak all over
the vinyl of the seat beneath him, as he clutched even tighter to the
siderail of the boat and bit down on his forearm to stop moaning out like a
total slut. God, it was so lewd the way Uncle Graham smacked his cummy
lips, so lewd and hot and manly, savoring his son's fresh-shot seed with a
lusty, hungry growl. This time, it was Mike who stepped up to do the
honors, a fistful of lube stroked up and down his father's throbbing cock,
savoring the feeling of the cock his own was like a near-identical clone
of. The two men grinned at each other and exchanged quick, hungry,
lusty-grunting kisses as Mike prepped his father almost worshipfully.

"Big-cocked fuck," Mike grinned at his Dad. "You better get on up in there
before our boy closes up tight again."

"Just how we like him, son," Uncle Graham growled, taking hold of Jason's
ass and spreading him wide. "Nice and tight and slick inside, like he
always is for us."

"Hell yeah, stud," Mike said, and fuck, they sounded all but identical,
their voices pitched low and husky with lust like that. They connected in
another hungry, sloppy, grunting kiss, before Mike guided his Dad's fat
cockhead to Jason's slick, pulsing hole.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad," Mike said, and Uncle Graham fed him a quick,
lusty kiss, then sank his fingers into Jason's hips, and his cock into
Jason's hole.

"Oh FUCK," Jason moaned loud, his own lust-husky voice echoing back at him
from the water and the little hills of the surrounding cove. He hung his
head low as Uncle Graham drove inside of him, one long, steady thrust home
into the tight, hot slickness of his guts. A big hand — Mike's? Uncle
Graham's? His Dad's? — slid up his spine and stroked the muscles of his
back.

"Attaboy," murmured his Dad from above.

"You got this, little bro," Mike said, and Jason whimpered at that, lunging
his face towards Mike's to kiss him, hard and hungry, tongues lashing, as
Mike stroked the back of his head and Uncle Graham plunged into him to the
hilt.

Positioned this way, on his knees with his ass in the air, Jason had less
control over the fuck, though "control" was a pretty slippery notion at
this point. Uncle Graham fucked like the man he was, big and strong and
solid, grunting lustily and murmuring husky words of endearment down to his
nephew, the sound of his voice underpinned with the slap of flesh on flesh,
his strong hips smacking against the finely honed meat of Jason's ass. It
was a man's fuck, alright, and Jason found himself rising to meet the
challenge, his inner competitor, the kid who'd always strove to impress his
big, burly family men, summoning his strength and starting to fuck back to
meet his uncle's thrusts into him.

"Yeah, buddy, yeahhhhh..." Uncle Graham moaned, giving his ass another
friendly smack as his other hand clutched Jason's broad, muscular shoulder
and fucked him deeper. The boat rocked subtly beneath them, and words fell
away, replaced with grunts and smacks and moans, the sounds of men fucking
and kissing, the *pssshhhhttt* of another beer being opened. Mike nuzzled
at his ear and brought a fresh cold beer to his lips, and Jason drank
thirstily as his uncle plumbed his depths, a good, solid, long-stroking
fuck by a man with decades of experience.

"This how you fuck your girls?" Uncle Graham panted from above him, picking
up his pace, giving Jason every inch of his thick mancock. Jason blushed
and whimpered and dropped his head a little more, trying to focus on the
cock inside of him, trying not to think of his other life, away from his
family, his cock inside some willing girl... all of that seemed so
unimportant to him now, so alien, so unreal.

"Girls can't fuck like this," Mike murmured, licking the side of Jason's
neck, chasing a trickle of sweat there. "Can't fuck like us men do."

"No sir," Uncle Graham huffed.

"Can't fuck you the way you like best," Mike said, looking Jason in the
eye. "Not like your men can."

Jason lunged at him again, covering Mike's mouth with his, anything to get
him to shut up, to stop talking like that, to stop making him feel the way
he was feeling. His body was strong and agile and willing — it could
take being fucked. But his head couldn't, not like that. If they'd just
shut up, quit touching his hot buttons, quit making him feel the shame that
was constantly threaten to bubble over deep inside of him... if they'd just
shut up and fuck him, this would all be so much better, for all of
them. Couldn't they see that? Couldn't they just accept what he was giving
them, and give it back to him?

Mike cupped the back of his head with one hand and kissed him back, avid
and skilful, his other hand reaching under to stroke Jason's heaving pecs,
finding the hot buttons of his tits, teasing and pinching and stroking
them. He'd been the first to discover Jason this way, and as masterfully as
the others could fuck, fuck like men, Mike was still the best at it,
really. When it was just the two of them, he hardly ever felt so conflicted
inside of himself, hardly ever felt the war — just the pleasure, the
pleasure of muscles and fur and strong hands and thick cocks, coming
together for pure masculine connection. Maybe it was that fraternal kind of
bond between them, but Mike had always managed to make him feel good about
what they did, what he let them do, what he craved inside most of all, that
singular feeling of being...

"Oh christ," Uncle Graham huffed above him, his fuckthrusts picking up pace
again, his fingertips digging even deeper into Jason's muscular young
flesh. "Your boy, bro... fuck... I think I'm gonna..."

"Gonna fuck your load into my boy, bro?" drawled Phil, and the languid,
amused heat in his voice made Jason's sweaty skin prickle even more
fiercely, up and down the length of his spine. "Gonna give him what he
wants?"

"A hot fresh manload, that's what," Uncle Graham panted. "Another fuckin'
load for our boy here..."

"Ah Jesus," Jason whimpered, reaching down for his still-hard,
still-untended cock, thinking maybe, just maybe... but this time it was
Mike taking a firm, but friendly hold of his wrist, redirecting it to his
own rehardened cock, Jason grasping its lube- and cum-sticky heft and
instinctively stroking.

"Not yet, lil bro," Mike murmured against his lips. "I know you can hold
out, dude. You're gonna cum so hard..."

Jason whine-growled in frustration and thrust his tongue inside Mike's
mouth, giving his cock a strong, deft-wristed stroke that had the big
linebacker moaning into him. Above them, Uncle Graham's hips locked into a
jackhammering pace, his sweat raining down over Jason's sun-warmed back,
grunting with fuck-effort and growling with manly hunger as he claimed
Jason's ass. He finally let out a deep-chested bellowing roar that echoed
back off the trees around them, driving his big cock home inside Jason with
a series of deep, solid, spaced-apart thrusts, breeding thrusts driving
home his potent seed, deep into Jason's guts.

"Oh buddy," Uncle Graham murmured, draping his thick-muscled torso over
Jason's back, the sweat from his chest fur mingling with Jason's. Jason
shivered, his hole clutching, throbbing around his uncle's thickness, his
loins burning with the need to cum. His uncle's lips grazed through the
sweat on the side of his neck and nuzzled at his ear. "Thank you, kiddo,"
he half-whispered into his ear, and Jason turned to meet his lips in a
slow, deep kiss.


*To be continued...*