Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 04:44:38 +0000 From: Jason Smith Subject: Uncle's Wedding WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2023 Uncle's Wedding (Chapter 1) "So, you going?" The text from my dad popped up on my phone not less than 30 seconds after I'd gotten the "save the date" email about my uncle's wedding. "Was about to ask you the same thing," I messaged back. "We prob should make an appearance. Assume Julia's not in ;)" he replied. "Ha! NFW..." I typed back. My dad and I have an interesting relationship. My mom raised me by herself, and she never told me much about my father, just that he left and was never in the picture. It wasn't until she passed away from cancer when I was 25 and married, that I was going through some of her files and found his name. It didn't take me long to track him down. I struggled for a while about even trying to reach out. He had left us for whatever reason. But, my wife, Julia, urged me to at least try to make contact, and I did. I was surprised to find out that he had no idea I even existed, and could barely remember my mom at first. After showing him some pictures of her from when she was younger, we pieced it all together. Turns out my mom was a camp counselor at a camp he was at near Austin, Texas. She, 18, and him 16, had a one-night stand the last night of camp, and then both went their separate ways, never making contact again. So he was quite surprised that he had a son just 16 years his junior. I found out that he had been married, but after a string of a couple miscarriages, his marriage fell apart. I was the son he'd always wanted, and never knew he had. Over the last couple years, we'd been slowly getting to know each other, and our families, including my two boys, and my dad's two brothers. Although we live in different cities, me in LA and him in Chicago, we do try to spend time together as often as possible, usually around the holidays. Not being so far apart in age, we developed a good relationship pretty quickly. The first wrinkle of this family reunion happened at my uncle Chuck's first wedding. Well, the first wedding Julia and I went to. I think it was his second or third wife. Who knows. Anyways, it turned out to be a fiasco. One of his groomsmen, who was the brother of his bride, was drunk and started hitting on Julia. I stepped in, but then the bride, who I can't even remember her name, jumped in and got into a fight...an actual fight, with Julia. Julia won, and that made me proud, but obviously kicking the bride's ass at her own wedding didn't create any goodwill with my dad's side of the family, regardless of who started it, so we kind of had to keep them separated for a while. Needless to say, that marriage didn't last six months, but Julia still won't talk to Uncle Chuck or any of his family. So, clearly she won't be attending another one of his weddings. "Ok, Clayton. I checked and can use my points to get us a two room suite. Work for you?" He still rarely called me son, but I don't blame him. "That'd be great, dad." I replied. He was still getting used to being called a dad by a grown man too. When the wedding weekend finally arrived, my flight to Austin was delayed. Walking into the hotel lobby, I saw my dad at the reception, arms waiving around. He was clearly upset about something. "Hey, dad." I said, giving him a quick hug. "What's going on?" "These numb nuts screwed up our reservation," he said out loud in front of the trembling teenage boy, who was still feverishly punching away at his keyboard. I had quickly learned that my dad was a no nonsense alpha type that didn't take shit from anyone. While I, myself, didn't shy away from confrontation, I didn't actively seek it out like he seemed to do. But, having not grown up with a male role model, it was somewhat alluring to watch him in action, so I just stepped back and enjoyed, feeling somewhat sorry for the guy bearing the brunt of my dad's ire. After a lot of back and forth, it turned out the only room left in the hotel was a single room with a queen size bed. We didn't have time to look for another hotel before we had to go to the family dinner, so dad reluctantly accepted the keys, but managed to get us a hundred dollar credit at the lobby bar for the weekend. As we were riding up in the elevator, I noticed that my dad seemed more fit than the last time I'd seen him a couple months ago. He was wearing a pretty tight fitting polo shirt that barely covered half of his large biceps, and slim fitting jeans that hugged his quads and ass. "Geez, dad, you've been hitting the gym, huh?" I joked, reaching out to grab on of his biceps, causing him to flex, showing off. "Yeah, you noticed, huh? I got a new trainer, and the guy kicks my ass, but I'm seeing results," he said, grinning and lifting up his shirt an showing off his impressive new washboard abs, which had a light dusting of brown hair. "Plus, all the sex helps with my cardio program," he joked. "Christ," I said, rolling my eyes. "I thought it was supposed to be the dad that was married and the son out fucking around," I said. "Haha, yeah, and you're the one with the dad bod," he said, patting me on the stomach, joking. I swatted his hand away. While I certainly am not a cover model, I played soccer in college and have kept up a fit body, even after the boys were born. He knew becoming an overweight dad was one of my mortal fears, so he was just trying to get me riled up. We eventually made it to our room, which was much smaller than we'd expected, but it would have to do. We both opened our bags and started hanging up our formal wear in the closet. "I'm gonna rinse off, then you wanna grab a drink at the bar before heading over to dinner? First $100's on me," he said, pulling off his polo shirt and tossing it on the bed. Glancing over at him, a couple things surprised me. First, he had gotten seriously ripped beyond just his abs he was showing off in the elevator. His chest, shoulders and biceps were all huge, with visible veins running through the bulging muscle. He was definitely in much better shape than other guys in their 40s, even the regulars at my gym. Second, I noticed his nipples were pierced, which actually fit his hairy torso and muscles well. He also had a smattering of tattoos, which just added to his rugged look. "What's going on with these?" I joked, flicking one of the silver bars going through his hard nipple. "Oh, these, haha. I started realizing that I liked people getting rough with my nipples during sex, so someone suggested I get them pierced. It's fucking amazing," he said, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them down, now standing in just his tight red briefs that hugged his muscular ass and displayed his large package. To this point, I hadn't seen my dad in such little clothing. So I couldn't help but look, subconsciously comparing my body to his. In some ways we were similar, like our broad shoulders and muscular round asses. But his arms and chest, and his nipples, were bigger than mine, and I had more muscular soccer legs than him. But the light coating of body hair was almost identical between us. He walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower start running through the open door. I finished unpacking and called Julia to check in. She asked how my dad was doing, but was otherwise uninterested in the wedding events, and cut the call short as she was running out the door for a girls' night. I started to undress to change into clothes for dinner when I heard my dad yell out from the bathroom. "You gonna hop in, Clayton??" "Nah, I'm good, dad," I yelled back. A couple minutes later he walked back into the main room, his towel draped around his neck while he dried his hair, but otherwise buck naked, his dick swinging back and forth against his thighs. "Christ, dad, you really have gotten jacked. Are you juicing?" I asked, scanning him up and down and impressed with his muscular physique. I also couldn't help but stare down at his dick, which looked to be about the same size as mine, but uncut. "Ha! This is all natural, baby!" he said, chuckling, as he flexed, looking at himself in the mirror behind me. I really was glad that he was in that good of shape. He seemed to be overall happier too. "Let's get dressed and grab that drink before we head over and have to deal with my family," he said pulling on some baby blue briefs and putting on a tight fitting black short sleeve button up shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, a silver necklace dangling down between his big hairy pecs. We finished getting dressed and went down to the bar, grabbing two open seats at the end. The bartender, a younger guy with a tight white button down shirt on, sleeves rolled up, showing off his arm tattoos, greeted us, and we both ordered an old fashioned. "So, you guys in town for work, or..." the bartender asked, as he worked on our drinks in front of us. "We're here for a wedding," I replied. "Ah, gotcha...You two look alike. Are you brothers?" he asked. I immediately rolled my eyes as my dad started laughing, patting me on the thigh. "What, did I say something wrong?" the bartender asked, confused. "No, not at all. I'm actually his father, and he hates its when people confuse us for brothers, which this isn't the first time," my dad replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for a playful hug. "I, on the other hand, love it." The bartender smiled, looking back up at us. "Ah, nice. Well, for what it's worth, you look pretty good for a dad, but it looks like you passed on some good genes too," he said, winking at my dad and then glancing over at me. "You're too kind...er....?" "Cody..." "Cody, nice to meet you. Glenn here, and this here is my son, Clayton." "Nice to meet you guys. And, here you go," he said, placing the two drinks in front of us. "I'll be back to check on you gents in a bit," he said, turning to walk away, as my dad seemed to stare at him. "I think that dude was hitting on you," I joked, picking up my drink to toast with him. He smiled and shrugged. "Well, to good genes!" he said, laughing, as we clinked our glasses and took a sip. "Speaking of which, how's the sex life?" I asked. "Should I expect a brother or sister in the future?" I joked. He hesitated a little before responded. "It's actually...it's actually pretty damn good, to be honest." "Oh yeah? Do tell! It may be fucked up, but I've got to live vicariously through my own dad's sexual exploits," I joked, turning toward him, ready for some stories. Since we reconnected, we have both been pretty open talking about sex. Not having a dad that I could talk about that stuff with when I was younger, I enjoyed having someone that I could confide in and trust. Being married with kids is great in general, but not so much on the sex life after several years, and my dad was always willing to listen and offer whatever advice he could, but never judging or reacting negatively to the feelings I had, which allowed me to be more honest and open with him than most guys would with a parent. In general, I have a raging sex drive, and my wife does not, so that has created some tension at times, and, unfortunately resulted in me straying a couple times. But I had confided in my dad openly about all that, without him making me feel ashamed or guilty. And in return, he openly talked to me about his own sexual pursuits. Turns out, I inherited my active sex drive from him, which I guess shouldn't have been a surprise since he got my mom pregnant when he was 16. "Well, I've been kind of exploring some new things recently," he said, staring down at his glass. "Like what? Bondage? Orgies? Swingers' Clubs? Come on, I'm a married dad, and you're the single stud out playing the field. Tell me!" I said, already starting to chub up a little in anticipation of whatever sex story he was going to share with me. "Not exactly...." he said, stalling again. "You know how I said I have this trainer that kicks my ass?" he said. "Yeah, he's gotten you into great shape. I mean, even the college girls would be chasing after you with that body," I joked. "Um, well, not exactly. More like college guys... I mean, my trainer....and a couple of his friends," he said, looking up at me, trying to read my reaction. It definitely threw me off guard. "Wait, what? You're fucking your trainer, who's a dude?" I asked, trying not to sound offensive, but hearing that my uber masculine dad was hooking up with a guy was a complete shock, even though I had no issues whatsoever with gay dudes. "To be honest, he's the one fucking me," he said, almost causing me to spit my drink out. "Wow, ok. To be honest, didn't expect that curveball. So, you two are dating? I'm totally cool with that, dad. Don't get me wrong, I'm just processing this real time," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, given that he'd just basically come out to me. "Relax. We're not dating; we're just fucking," he said, smiling and winking at me. "And the sex is great. Guys in their 20s have amazing stamina," he said. "I'm in my 20s, fuckhead," I said. "Ha! You don't count. You're married," he shot back. "Haha. It's funny, but I guess, true! But seriously, I'm all cool with you getting pounded by guys my age, really," I joked, but also wanted to let him know he can continue to freely talk about it with me. He smiled, and leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, his way of showing affection. We downed the last of our drinks and stood up, my dad signing the bill to our room. Cody came over to say goodbye as my dad signed the tab to the room. "Don't go too crazy tonight, boys. But if you do, I'm manning the bar until 2," he said, winking at my dad. "Careful, I might take you up on that, Cody," my dad replied, flirting back, as we walked toward the lobby to catch an uber to the family dinner. "I guess I should be proud that the young bartender was trying to fuck my dad?" I joked, putting my arm around my dad as we walked out, laughing. The rehearsal dinner itself went by quickly, and eventually ended up with my uncle, all his rowdy college buddies, my dad and me, getting hammered at a nearby bar after the rest of the family, including my uncle's fiancé left. It ended up being more fun that I had expected, and it'd been a while since I'd had a guys night out, even though I knew I'd be feeling it in the morning. Although, every time I saw my dad talking to another guy, I couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with the guy or not. It would take a little bit to get used to this new side of him, but I was glad he was comfortable enough to tell me. Both of us wasted, my dad and I got an uber back to our hotel and stumbled up to our room, my dad making a joke about hitting the lobby bar for one final drink as we rode up in the elevator. It was obvious neither of us needed another drink, as evidenced by his shirt now being fully unbuttoned at this point. We got into our room, and as I was taking a piss in the bathroom, I heard my dad yell from the room that he was gonna go get some ice, followed by the sound of the door closing. Although a bit strange, I was too drunk to think about it, and shed my clothes on the floor and fell into the bed, immediately falling asleep face down on top of the sheets in just my briefs. I was startled awake by the door unlocking and closing, and didn't bother opening my eyes. Still groggy, I started to hear two voices whispering loudly. "Shhhhh, be quiet. My son's sleeping." "Look at that ass! He's hot too. Should we wake him up?" "Shut the fuck up. He's married, and has kids." "Holy shit, you're a hot dad and a grandaddy?" "Yeah, you like that? Now get on your knees and suck it." I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or hallucinating, but I slowly turned on my side, and opened my eyes, squinting. I had apparently left the bathroom light on, because it was casting a pale light on my naked dad and the bartender from earlier in the evening on his knees sucking his dick on the other side of the room. As my eyes adjusted, I could see my dad's rock hard uncut cock sliding in and out of Cody's mouth, my dad's hand on the back of his head, controlling the speed that his dick was entering his mouth. With his other hand, my dad was playing with his pierced nipple. While most sons would immediately look away if they ever stumbled upon their dad having sex, let alone with another guy. But for some reason I continued to watch, mesmerized at the sight of my masculine naked dad feeding his cock to this guy. Cody was definitely a pro, being able to take my dad's large dick all the way to the base, and my dad was loving it. I could tell he was struggling not to moan out loudly, each time his ass flexed, forcing his cock deeper into Cody's welcoming throat. Every time I forced myself to close my eyes and fall back asleep and leave these two alone, I couldn't help but open them and stare at this real life porn scene unfolding in the room. "Now I wanna ride that cock, stud," I heard my dad whisper to Cody. He looked up at my dad, grinning widely at that invitation, and stood up, the two of their faces meeting as they kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other's fit bodies. My dad broke away from Cody's lips and playfully, yet forcefully pushed Cody back and onto the chair, his legs spread wide and his rock hard dick sticking straight up. I could see the look of anticipation on Cody's face as he was about to fuck my stud of a father. My dad bent over and grabbed a small clear bottle from his bag, which I assumed was lube. He squeezed a bit in his hand and then reached down to stroke Cody's cock, causing him to moan, biting his lip as he looked hungrily at my dad. My dad reached around and applied some lube to his hole and then stepped forward to straddle Cody, leaning down to kiss him as he reached back and guided Cody's cock into his hole. I heard him groan in pleasure as he slowly slid down on Cody's dick. I watched as my dad's muscular ass clenched, taking in his bare cock until it was fully inside him, leaving only Cody's smooth balls pressed against his cheeks. At this point, I didn't even try to look away. I was hooked. I continued to watch as my dad started squatting up and down on Cody's cock, not letting the tip of his dick ever come out of his hole. Cody was clearly enjoying the feeling of my dad's hole, moaning loudly as his hands clenched my dad's ass firmly while it bounced up and down. "Fuck yeah, your ass feels so good. You like that dick?" he whispered loudly. "Call me daddy, stud, and I'll let you fill that hole up," my dad said. "Hell yeah, daddy. Kinky. With your son over there sleeping." Listening to their sex talk, I suddenly realized my own dick was rock hard. I didn't really know what to make of it. I mean, I'd seen plenty of guys in porn, but they were always fucking chicks. And here I was watching two guys fuck, one of them my own father. While I was proud that my dad had landed a hot lay for the night, my throbbing dick was saying this was something more than just a son's pride. But before I could process anything else with my drunken mind, my dad stood up and pulled off Cody's dick. He turned around to reposition himself, now facing me, as he lowered himself back onto Cody's cock. This gave me a full frontal view of him, as I watched his eyes roll back into his head from the pleasure he was getting from Cody's cock stretching him from the inside. From the look on his face, I could tell this new angle was exactly what my dad wanted. As he bounced up and down, his thick hard cock was flapping against his washboard abs. Cody's hands explored his chest and then planted on his hips as my dad continued to ride his cock, slowly picking up the pace. "Fuck, daddy, I'm about to cum," I heard Cody warn, causing my dad to bounce on his cock even faster, leaning back against Cody's body, as Cody wrapped his arms around him from behind. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk," I heard Cody yell out, this time pretty loudly, not able to contain the intensity of his orgasm as he was pumping my dad full of his cum. If I hadn't already been awake, that certainly would have gotten me up. My dad stayed planted down on Cody's dick, holding it deep inside him as he wrapped his hand around his own dick to start stroking it while Cody was still shooting in him. As Cody kissed his neck, my dad stroked his dick faster and faster, struggling to contain his own moaning as just about every fiber of every muscle in his body flexed. And then, all of a sudden, he looked up, making eye contact with me, catching me off guard. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but it looked like he formed a slight grin on his face just as the first stream of his load shot up and across his chest. I froze, wondering if my dad had caught me spying on him getting fucked, but also fixated at the volume of jizz that continued to shoot out of his cock and coat his muscular hairy chest while his eyes remained locked with mine. I wondered if he could see me through the dark, or was just looking over at me to see if he and Cody had woken me up with their loud organs. Once he finally stopped cumming, I closed my eyes to pretend like I was asleep. The visual of my dad's load coating his muscular chest was burned into my mind. And my rock hard dick was straining against my briefs. Thank god I wasn't laying face up. "Fuck, daddy, that was hot as shit," I heard Cody say. "For sure, man. I needed that. Been wanting you to pound me ever since I saw you at the bar," my dad said. "You better get going before my son wakes up." I heard clothes rustling as Cody got dressed. I heard the two of them kiss, and then the door open and close. My dad then crawled into bed, pulling the covers over me, which was a good thing, because my dick remained hard. He rolled over toward me, and I felt his arm wrap around me. His chest, still coated with his wet cum, was pressed into my back, and I felt his soft dick pressed against my ass. The last thing I remember was feeling him lightly kiss the back of my neck and whisper, "Good night, Clayton. Love you," as I fell back asleep wrapped in his muscular arm. To be continued.....