Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2023 10:46:12 +0100
From: Ricky Lester <rl581212@fastmail.com>
Subject: Family Discoveries, part 8

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, a product of
imagination and fantasy.  It should only be read by adults where it is
legal to do so. It contains graphic descriptions of sex involving
adults, underage teens, but be aware that such events should
only ever take place in the imagination.
All rights reserved by the author.

Family Discoveries, part 8
by Ricky Lester
bb, MM

Jimmy's fishing trip with his Dad, first part
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We left very early that morning. Although it was late May it was only just
getting to be light. Dad and I packed the fishing gear in the back of the
car and set off. It was at least an hour's drive to the lake. I strapped
myself into the passenger seat and hunkered down as Dad started the
car. Soon we were out on the main road. There was nothing about; no other
cars, no trucks, nothing. Gradually the sun rose.

After half an hour I realized I needed to pee.

"Dad, can we stop? I need to pee."

"Sure, Jimmy. I think I need a pee myself." Dad pulled onto the side of the
road. The road was passing through a wood and I could see we would be able
to go behind a tree.

I pushed down my trousers and underpants and pointed my cock at the base of
the tree. Dad stood beside me and unzipped his pants. He held his cock in
his hand. It looked enormous. He pulled the foreskin back a little so that
the head peeped out. Suddenly a strong stream of pee shot out of his cock;
as it hit the ground I felt my own stream rise.

There we were, father and son, pissing away, without a care in the world.

"You like looking at my cock, don't you, Jimmy?" laughed Dad. "But your own
cock is a perfect size for you. Don't be ashamed about it. It'll grow!"

"Well, I wish it would hurry up and get a bit bigger! How am I ever going
to have sex with a cock this small?" I could still hold my cock just
between two fingers and if I put my hand around it, even when it was hard,
it wouldn't show past the top.

"Oh, Jimmy, really, don't worry. Don't be so impatient! It'll grow, believe
me! Let's have a look." And Dad crouched down beside me, and took my cock
between his thumb and forefinger. He slid them up and down, squeezing the
last drops of pee out. But of course, this had the immediate effect of
making me get hard! He carried on for a few seconds and then held it, and
my balls, in the palm of his hand. It felt wonderfully warm. "Look, Jimmy,
your cock is a nice size, for a young man. If it was much bigger it would
look very strange on a small body. I promise you, you will have a beautiful
big, hard cock when you get a little older and taller."

"Like yours, Dad?" I reached for his cock. It wasn't hard, but it was thick
and heavy in my hand. I masturbated it a little, as he had done for me. A
couple of drops of pee came out. It twitched in my hand.

"Mmm. Yes. Now let's get going, we still have to get to the lake and get
the boat out. And Uncle Rory and Kevin are meeting us there, so we
shouldn't be late." He winked at me, stood up, stuffed his cock back into
his underwear -- it was definitely bigger than when he had taken it out --
and zipped up his trousers. I pulled my pants up and followed him back to
the car.

When we got to the lake Rory and Kevin had just arrived. Uncle Rory was
actually Dad's best friend, not his brother, which meant he wasn't my real
uncle and Kevin was not my cousin. Kevin is a couple of years older than me
-- I think he had just turned thirteen.

Rory greeted us. `Phil, good to see you, man! Been a long time. And Jimmy
too! How you've grown, kiddo! Look at you -- a young man already!'

He hugged us both.  Kevin was a little more reserved; we knew each other
well but we just said hello.

I don't really remember much about what happened that day on the lake; I
know we spent most of the day on the boat and everyone caught at least one
fish. It was mostly bass, which we put back, but Rory and Dad each landed a
couple of trout which we kept to eat later.

About the middle of the afternoon we finally stopped and took the boat in,
tied it up at the jetty, and went to find a camping spot. We had two tents,
a big one that Dad and Rory would share and a smaller one for me and
Kevin. We did the usual man-camping thing: made a fire, cooked the trout
and some hotdogs; Dad and Rory drank a fair amount of beer (and even let us
kids have a few sips, but not enough to make us drunk or anything) and
eventually we all went to bed.  It was a beautiful spring evening, warm and
still, with the stars shining brightly in the sky. I was tired but not
really sleepy yet.

Kevin and I crawled into our sleeping bags. I lay there, thinking about
Mandy and how much I loved her. My cock rose instantly! I played with it a
little bit, and Kevin must have been watching me!

"Hey Jimmy, are you jerking off?", Kevin whispered. (Our tent was a few
metres away from our dads' tent.)

"No, not really, just thinking about stuff." I didn't want to tell him
about Mandy of course.

"Don't lie, I can see your hand going up and down in your sleeping
bag. D'you wanna jerk off with me?"

"Well, okay." I pretended to be a bit ignorant of sex. "But I don't really
know what to do."

"Lemme show you!" Kevin unzipped the side of his sleeping bag. It was
pretty dark so I couldn't see much but I realized he was wearing a T-shirt
but no underwear. He unzipped my bag too and felt for my cock.

"Wow, you're pretty hard," he whispered. "Feel mine."

I put out my hand and felt for his crotch. His cock was bigger than mine
(of course) but nothing like as big as my dad's. It was hard though and I
stroked my hand up and down.

"Yeah, that's it. You want a blowjob?"

"What's that?"

In answer he put his mouth on my cock and started sucking up and down. It
felt really good and I knew I would come soon.

"Let's do a sixty-nine." And Kevin turned around so his crotch was in my
face and his cock bounced against my lips, never letting go of my cock in
his own mouth. He had obviously done this before.

I opened my mouth and sucked his cock in. He had a lot of pubic hair, but
it was quite soft and downy, and of course the rest of his body was
completely hairless and smooth. His cock was different to mine; he was
circumcised, so the head was out all the time. I liked the sensation in my
mouth and his hair tickled my nose as I went up and down.

Kevin let go of my cock for a second. "Don't bite, keep your lips over your
teeth, like I'm doing." He went back to sucking me enthusiastically.

I understood. I moved my head up and down but after a while Kevin started
actually fucking my mouth, his hips pushing his cock -- which really was
quite big -- in and out, and I didn't have to move. Soon I realized that I
was actually doing the same thing to his face. It felt so natural.

"I'm going to come in a minute, do you want me to pull out?" said Kevin. I
made a sort of muffled "Mmmm-mmmm" sound, not letting go of his
cock. Suddenly his hips stopped bucking and his stomach muscles
tightened. "Oh, oh, I'm coming," he groaned, and his cock spewed out semen
into my mouth.

Wow. Do you remember the first time a boy came in your mouth? I have
experienced oral sex with lots of men and boys in my life (and of course
women too) but that first time with Kevin I will never, ever forget. I can
still remember the teste too. It was fantastic. Hot and creamy and salty
and a little bitter, but really nice. His cock jerked in my mouth as it
spat out its cream, and I felt myself coming as well. My body spasmed
against Kevin's and we held each other tightly until the rush of sensation
ended.

I swallowed every drop of his come. Of course, I was still dry-cumming
myself, but Kevin didn't mind. He was really sweet to me, which I was
grateful for. I sat up and kissed his mouth. He kissed me back, mouth to
mouth, but we didn't touch tongues.

"Thanks, Jimmy, I'm sorry I should have given you more warning about
actually coming in your mouth."

"No, it's okay, I liked it. It was a bit weird, but I kinda like the taste
I think."

"Let's go for a piss." We were still whispering of course. Kevin put his
finger to his lips to remind me to be quiet, and opened the tent flap.

There was a faint light on in Dad's tent. Kevin and I were still naked of
course; we went to the nearest tree and pulled our cocks out for a pee. We
were standing quite close together so it splashed a bit on our feet. I
giggled.

Kevin turned a bit towards me, still pissing, and aimed his stream
upwards. His pee splashed on my chest and downwards onto my groin, soaking
my hand which was still holding my cock. I laughed and did the same to him
but my stream only managed to reach his cock. We played a sword-fighting
duel with our piss-streams until they dwindled to drops. Now of course we
were all wet.

`Let's go and wash it off in the lake, okay?' whispered Kevin.

We crept down to the water's edge. It was a calm, quiet night; the moon was
out, glinting on the little ripples on the surface. I put my toe in the
water; it was cold, but not freezing. I knew the best way of getting into
cold water was to wade right in, so I did. In a few seconds my body
adjusted to the temperature... and if you're a boy you'll know what I mean:
my ball-sack shrank and pulled my balls up close to my body, and my cock
almost disappeared. I put my hand between my legs and could literally only
feel the head, no shaft at all.

Another had made its way between my legs from behind. It was Kevin of
course! `Wow, Jimmy, your cock has vanished up its own shaft!'

'I know, it always does that in cold water,' I replied. `How about yours?'
I reached behind and felt for Kevin's cock. Sure enough, it had shrunk a
lot, just enough to take hold of. `So has yours! I wonder why it does
that?'

`We had a lesson in sex-ed that said your balls have to be at a lower
temperature to work properly. So if it's hot, they hang down, but if it's
cold, they pull back closer to get a little body heat,' he said. `And it's
pretty damn cold in here. I'm going back to the tent'. He got out and
skipped back inside. I stayed in the water; now that I was used to it, it
was quite pleasant.

I swam around a bit, doing breaststroke, which is very quiet. I loved the
feeling of the water as it swirled around d my cock and balls (what there
was of them, anyway!)  I began to feel horny again, but when I felt
downstairs there was no sign of an erection.

Eventually after about five minutes I got out of the water. There was no
wind, so I didn't feel any colder than when I was in the water. When I
opened the tent flap Kevin was fast asleep. I grabbed my towel and dried
myself vigorously, feeling the blood start to flow again, and sure enough,
my cock lengthened a bit again.

I decided to go outside again. I slipped on my sandals, but nothing
else. Looking over at Dad's tent a few yards away, a faint light was still
coming from it.

I crept over to it. I couldn't believe what I heard.

Rory's voice was muffled but I could hear exactly what he was saying. `Oh,
mmmm, suck me! Suck my cock, Phil! God I haven't had a man suck me for
ages! It's so good!'

I sat there, transfixed. Dad and Rory were having sex!

`You ready?' My dad's voice.

`Yeah. I've got the lube here.'

As quietly as I could manage, I went around to the front of the tent. There
was a window covered by a mosquito net, so I could look inside, and of
course they had a lamp, giving a soft orange glow to the inside, which also
meant they couldn't see outside.

My dad was lying on his back, with his legs bent and high in the air. Rory
was sitting on his haunches, rubbing gel onto Dad's asshole. Then he knelt
up a bit and started covering his cock with gel too. My goodness, his cock
was huge! Bigger even than my Dad's, and he was also circumcised, like
Kevin was.

`Knock knock,' said Rory, tapping his cock against Dad's ass.

`Who's there?'

`Philly.'

`Philly who?'

`Philly up your Philly ass with my big cock, lover!'

Dad chuckled at this. It was obviously an old joke of theirs. And Rory
slowly pushed his cock into my Dad's asshole, until all of it -- it must
have been seven inches long -- was inside.

`OK?' asked Rory.

Dad let out a soft moan. `Yeah. Fuck me, man, fuck my ass.'

So Rory did just that. It was a gentle fuck, and after a while, Rory took
hold of Dad's cock and masturbated him at the same time as fucking
him. Gradually the fucking got more energetic, but they still kept quite
quiet, obviously not wanting to wake Kevin or me. I smiled at the thought.

`I'm close, man,' Rory panted.

`Let's frot,' said Dad. Rory slowly withdrew his big cock -- my goodness it
was so thick, and the head was massive and purple. And he took hold of both
his and Dad's cock in one hand and masturbated them together. In a few
seconds Rory's cock began to spew great thick gobs of semen, which landed
on Dad's chest, and as soon as that happened, a huge wad of sperm shot out
of Dad's cock too, mixing with Rory's on Dad's chest and stomach. Each of
them shot at least four big ropes. I could see the big muscle pumping at
the bottom of Rory's cock and the sweat glistening on his chest. It was a
beautiful thing to see.

They stayed in that position -- Dad on his back, Rory on his knees between
Dad's thighs -- for a few seconds. Then Rory bent towards Dad, and gently
licked the semen off Dad's stomach. Then he stretched out his body and
kissed Dad full on the mouth, sharing their mixed juices. It was a long,
passionate kiss, and I took advantage of that moment to turn away from the
test -- I didn't want them to see me encroaching on their private moment,
even though it was so enjoyable to watch.

I crept back to the tent I shared with Kevin, crawled into the open
sleeping bag next to him, hugging him naked from behind, and pulled the
blanket over us for warmth. He didn't stir and within seconds I was asleep.

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