Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 19:17:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Busted, Part One: Caught Out

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*****

I guess we thought we had more time than we actually did. I could have
taken all the time in the world kissing Billy, loving the slow, deep play
of our tongues, the feel of our lips crashing into each other. He was new
to it, and already really good at it, and it was one of my favorite things
in the world.

"Aw, Craigy," he moaned, his big blue eyes all hazy and needy, and I fell a
little bit more in love with him right then.

I smiled at him, pecked his soft lips, pulled one hand from his jeans,
reaching between us to graze my knuckles over the big hard bulge of his
cock in them. He moaned and ground it against my hand, and we kissed slowly
again, Billy sucking my tongue back into his mouth as I popped the buttons
on his jeans slowly, a little grunt-whimper coming from him at each
one. Then both my hands were back inside his pants, stroking and squeezing
over the cute little tighty-whiteys he still wore, that looked amazing on
his hard-muscled teen bod. Almost like he was made to wear them.

Billy's jeans slid halfway down the strong curve of his ass as he thrust
himself up against me and kissed me harder. I was already down to my
underwear, my boxer briefs tented hard with my bigger, older cock, starting
to leak a wet patch into the fabric stretched over the tip.

We thought we had all the time in the world for this, so when the
floorboards creaked behind the sofa and Dad cleared his throat, we both
froze up in fear, then slowly looked over the back of the sofa at him. He
was standing in the archway that led into the dining room, a bottle of beer
dangling from his fingers, watching us with that unreadable face of
his. Dad was a quiet man - not unfriendly or uncaring, just not a big
talker. Hard to read sometimes. Especially right now, watching his two
teenage sons making out on the couch right in front of him.

My heart was in my throat, and I could only imagine how terrified Billy
was, as I felt his formerly roaring hardon rapidly wilt, like mine was
doing. How could we explain this? I mean... it was exactly what it looked
like. How long had he been there? And how the hell had he got inside
without us hearing him until now? Then I remembered him oiling the squeaky
hinges on the back door yesterday, after Mom had bitched about it for a
solid week, and now here he was. Home early from the neighbors' annual
end-of-summer party.

He walked around the sofa, all big and heavy-footed in his boots, taking a
swig on his beer, his eyes not really leaving us as we stared at him,
shocked and frozen in place. Then he plonked himself into the old,
well-worn leather armchair he loved, right across from us, and sighed.

"Your Mom sent me home to check on you boys," he said, with that slow drawl
that said he'd had a few. "Guess it's a good thing it was me, instead of
her, right?"

We could barely nod. He could have a real temper when he got pushed - not
that he ever lashed out at us that much, but I'd learned how to curse from
hearing him take out his frustrations on the old piece of shit Ford truck
that had sat busted in the garage for as long as I could remember. That
"god damn motherfuckin' whoremaster piece of shit," as he usually called
it, angrily tossing his wrench into the beat-up bed of it with a huge
clang.

He was a big guy, with a slow-burn of a temper, alright. Big ol' country
boy, with a thick, powerful frame from years and years of work. Women still
turned their heads to watch him walk by. He had a sly sense of humor and a
rarely-seen smile that completely changed his handsome, rugged face. We
loved him deeply, but we were scared of him now too, especially of that
penetrating, unreadable gaze of his on us.

"I ain't mad. I suspected it," he said now in that deep, quiet voice of
his.

Billy had pulled up off of me, still halfway out of his jeans as he rested
on his heels on the other end of the couch. I'd grabbed a cushion to cover
my groin. We looked at each other, scared and confused by what he said. He
knew? Shit... we hadn't been doing this long. We thought we were being
careful.

"Y'all think you're the first brothers to ever mess around?" he said,
taking another pull on his beer. He swallowed, then a small smile curved
the corners of his mouth. "Shit... I got three brothers. All a year
apart. Grew up on a farm. I know how it is... you get bored... you get
horny... you get to lookin' at each other that way... things happen."

This might have been the most words we'd ever heard Dad string together at
once.

"I told you, boys - I ain't mad," he said. "Go on... do what y'all do."

Billy reached out hesitantly, touched my bare knee, and despite the super
weird vibe, I felt that tingle in my crotch. I really was crushin' pretty
hard on my hot little brother, and I knew he felt that way about me too. I
was pretty much his first in just about everything, and he really loved
everything we were doing. Almost as much as me. He looked over at Dad, and
the big guy just nodded slowly, approvingly, and sipped his beer. So I
pushed the cushion off my lap, reached up for Billy's toned arms, and
pulled him up closer to me again.

We looked each other in the eyes, nervously, Billy biting his lip, and he
was so fuckin' cute right then. So I sucked in a deep breath, curled up,
and kissed those soft lips of his. He got that flush in his cheeks, that
slow, dreamy smile of his when I pulled back, and then he leaned in and
kissed me. Just pecks on the lips, the way we'd started when we'd first
started doing this a few months ago, back at the start of summer. Trading
them back and forth, lingering a little longer. And then, with one sideways
glance at Dad, he leaned in and kissed me harder, slipping me that sweet,
curious pink tongue of his. I opened up to take it, feeling his cock start
to grow, mine right along with it, and heard a low, deep noise, almost a
grunt, from Dad in his armchair.

The kid had magical lips, an enchanting tongue, and the more he leaned into
me and fed me, the easier it was to nearly forget our big Dad watching
us. When my hands slipped back into his gaping-open jeans to cup my little
bro's excellent jock kid ass, he moaned into my mouth again, and Dad
half-growled right along with him. I cut eyes at him, and saw him slowly
unbuttoning his shirt, his beer dangling from his other hand, as he watched
us.

Dad looked amazing, he always had, especially now, lit by the lamp behind
his chair, highlighting the thick fur on his beefy pecs, rolling down the
strong swell of his stomach, all that hard farmboy muscle overlaid with the
beefy padding of a man on the verge of 40. Not a gym bunny - just a
hard-working man with a natural muscled body, slowly opening his shirt to
display it, reaching in to rub one big hand over his pec as he sipped on
his beer, and watched his sons start to go deep on each other again.

Billy wriggled out of his jeans, down to those cute tighty-whiteys, all
strained with his big teen cock, and he slid up the length of my body as I
wrapped my arms and my own strong thighs around him and pulled him in
tight. The room was quiet, except for the soft smack of our lips, our soft
grunts, Dad's quiet noises of manly approval. And then the clink of his
belt unbuckling, the pop of a button, the zip of his jeans opening. I
chanced another look his way, and there he was, his big, hard cock tenting
his boxer shorts up from the open V of his jeans. He saw me looking, gave
me that quiet, direct but weirdly intense smile of his, and palmed his own
bulge.

Maybe the only person I'd jerked off thing about more than Billy was
Dad. Actually, definitely Dad. And yeah, it was weird to be making out with
my hot kid bro with our Dad watching us. Weird... but hot as fuck. I guess
every guy wants to show their Dad that they can do things like a man does,
and I wanted to show Dad I was good at this especially. So I sank my hands
inside Billy's little undies, squeezed the shifting, grinding muscles of
his ass, and licked my way down his throat, along that sensitive trail on
the side of his neck that I'd recently discovered, as I worked his briefs
down his fine young ass.

"Your brother a good kisser, Billy?" I heard Dad ask.

"Y-yeah, Dad, he is," Billy half-moaned. I could feel him blushing all
over, his skin all hot under my lips and tongue and hands, but I continued
to work down to his big pink nip, taking it in my mouth and sucking on it,
making him moan deeper, his voice catching as he did. Sounding like the man
he was fast becoming.

I heard the thump of Dad's boots hitting the floor, then the sound of his
jeans joining them. I looked sideways as I worked Billy's stiff nip over,
saw Dad standing up, big and boned in his boxers, his checked shirt hanging
open, displaying his hairy, masculine power as he stepped closer to us. I
felt the nerves set in again, especially when I felt Dad's big, rough,
strong hand cup the back of my head.

"He treat you good, little buddy?" Dad asked Billy. "He ever push you? Make
you do anything you didn't want to?"

"No sir," Billy panted. "I wanted it. Wanted him. I asked him first. He
didn't want to... but I kept askin'..."

"That true, Craig?" he said to me, and I came up off Billy's tit to nod. He
nodded back, that little smile of his spreading as he sank slowly to his
knees beside us.

Dad set his beer down on the floor and ran one big hand down Billy's back,
and the kid quivered and moaned and ground against me, his cock throbbing
to beat the band. Just like mine was. I looked up, saw them lock eyes, and
then Dad leaned in and kissed Billy's lips. The kid moaned, and when I saw
Dad's big, shining tongue slip up against Billy's lips, then between them,
I swear my little bro nearly came in his undies, all over me.

"Ah jeez, that's hot," I moaned, and then Dad broke off their kiss and
looked down at me, peering deep into my eyes, like he was taking my
measure. Then he leaned down to me, his breath warm and beery, and already
my lips were parting as they connected with his, as he slowly fed me that
thick, warm, wet tongue of his, his thick fingers sinking into the hair on
the back of my head as he laid a serious man-kiss on me. Now it was my turn
to feel like I was going to cum, all these fantasies being realized at
once.

"Always wished my Dad woulda come played with me and my brothers," Dad
said, before wrapping his thick arm round Billy's neck to slip him another
quick, deep kiss. "You guys ever think about that? About me?"

"Ah, yeah Dad," Billy panted before I could say anything, so I just
nodded. "Craigy talks about you all the time. Thought it was just me. We
both been thinkin' about you, Daddy."

"Big-time, Dad," I added, and hesitantly reached out to touch his big,
hairy chest. He grunted when I did, looking down to watch my fingers sink
into the thick, warm fur."

"Come on, boys," he said, standing up slowly, that great big cock of his
right in front of us, straining the button-fly of his boxer shorts. "You
really want this, let's get after it. Somewhere more private, though."

We followed his big, muscular ass as he walked down the hall to the
bedrooms. Billy and me stared at each other in disbelief, our cocks
pointing the way, following Dad like a couple of divining rods. He stopped
at the door to my bedroom, smiled at us, and motioned us in with his
head. We shuffled in obediently, and I clicked on the bedside lamp as Dad
shut the door behind us. He stood there, big and looming over us, eyes
raking up and down our near-naked bodies, the big tents in our underwear,
our nervous faces. Then that slow, warm smile of his spread across his face
as he shrugged his shirt off and spread his big arms. He looked amazing.

"C'mon, men," he said. "Always wondered about y'all. Let's find out, huh?"

When we stepped within arm's reach, all nervous, he grasped our shoulders
and pulled us into his big, furry torso with a grunt, and all of a sudden I
realized what me and Billy had been missing, we'd been so wrapped up in
each other all summer long. Dad took turns kissing each of us, back and
forth, repeatedly, as we moaned and pressed up to him and felt him up. It
was Billy who was bold enough to reach for that epic bulge of his, to take
hold of him through the cotton of his shorts, to make him moan lustily into
my mouth, before turning to attack Billy's. I trailed my hand down his
back, through the furry patch just above his ass, and then down to feel the
thick, steely power of his glutes, grunting in awe and lust as he flexed
them for me.

Dad's big, agile fingers were yanking on our underwear, and me and my
brother wriggled our hips and helped him get us naked, before attacking his
boxers with overeager hands.

"Hey now, easy fellas," he chuckled. "Don't want to explain shredded boxers
to your Mom."

A few seconds later, he was stepping out of them, and there he was, in all
his big, thick, powerful glory. Big thighs like tree trunks. Big, round,
muscle-packed ass. Solid, slightly rounded belly. Meaty pecs. All of it
covered in a thick coating of rich brown hair.

And then, there was his cock. Big and thick and hard, like the rest of his
body. Uncut, too. Had to be seven inches, or damn close to it, and me and
Billy fell to our knees side by side, staring at it in awe.

"Jeez, Dad, you're huge," Billy said, all wide-eyed, and Dad just chuckled,
tousling his hair.

Billy and me had done some sucking, of course, but as handsome as I thought
my piece was, I wasn't near as big as Dad. Unlike Billy, though, I had a
little more experience. He almost looked relieved when I took hold of Dad's
big, pulsing shaft, leaned in, and licked the fat, shiny head of it. Dad
growled, I grunted, Billy moaned, and then I took a firmer grip on the
shaft and began to lick and suck on the cock that had created us in
earnest.

It took everything I had just to fit the head and the first few inches in
my mouth, and my jaw was stretching from my inexperience. I did my best not
to scrape him with my teeth, letting my spit drool down his shaft as I
lapped and suckled on as much of him as I could get, and jacked the rest
with my hand like I'd seen guys do in porn. The whole time, Billy watched
avidly, darting in to nuzzle at Dad's bull balls as Dad rubbed both our
heads and encouraged us on. I could see my little bro staring eagerly at
me, and the big cock I was doing my best on, so after a few minutes more, I
came up off of it with a gasp, my eyes watering, jaw aching, and pointed it
his way.

"Try him, little bro," I said. "He tastes so fuckin' good, dude."

"Hey, watch the language," Dad said, giving the back of my head a playful
cuff. "And Billy - watch the teeth, little buddy."

Billy nodded, looking up at him worshipfully, then even more so at his
cock, before opening wide and imitating me.

"You're doing awesome, little bro," I said, rubbing his back, and once he
started to get the hang of it, I stood up, feeling Dad's big arm wrap round
me and pull me into another deep kiss. Once he tasted himself on my tongue,
he growled and plunged even deeper, kissing me harder than Billy ever had,
a real man's kiss, and I was soon leaking against his hip, my cock raging
hard and trapped between us as his hand reached behind me to squeeze my
ass.

"Y'all fucking yet, son?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Soon, I hope," I said, with a blush, and he chuckled.

"You cherry, buddy?" he said, giving my ass another squeeze.

"N-not exactly," I muttered. "Carter Dean and me have fooled around
some. But nothing like... like what you got, Dad. Nothing so big, jeez..."

He leaned down and slipped me his big, eager tongue again. Below us, Billy
was alternating between happy grunts, sloppy suck sounds, and choking
noises. He was always super-enthusiastic about everything, but sometimes he
bit off more than he could chew, so to speak. Dad reached down, squeezed
the back of his head, and guided him off of his cock, before pulling him
back up into his embrace beside me.

"Seems like y'all got some more learnin' to do, boys," he said with that
rare, sly grin of his, and from Billy's surprised grunt, I knew Dad's thick
finger was slipping down the cleft of his ass to find his tight, sweet
little pucker, just like he was doing to mine with his other hand.

"I don't want your Mom to catch us, like I caught you two," he said. "So
tomorrow, us three are gonna ride out to the back 40. Take our time, and
I'll show you some things. Things my brothers taught me. That alright by
you, men?"

We nodded eagerly, making him smile even wider, squeezing our asses for
emphasis.

"Damn, you two remind me of your uncles," he said wistfully, shaking his
head. "Sit down. We got time for a little more, I reckon."

He guided us down to sit on the side of my bed, and then squeezed in
between us, his big, thick, hairy thighs pressing against our leaner, more
athletic ones. He ran his hands all over them, up and down, kissing us
again in turn, and then me and Billy grunted in unison as he took a son
cock in each big, strong hand and began to stroke us. He didn't need to say
anything, just kept kissing us, nuzzling our ears, jacking our achingly
hard teen cocks with his big, spit-slicked, hard-working man's hands, as we
hooked our thighs over his and opened ourselves up to him. I saw Billy's
eyes, all lust-hazed again, staring from Dad to me, and so I leaned in and
laid one on him, kissing him hard and deep and wet like Dad had done to
me. I'd thought I was pretty good at it, but Dad was even better. I
couldn't wait to see what else I could learn from the big guy, so I could
practice it on my little bro.

Just the thought of us sprawled out in the bed of Dad's Ram, naked and
doing everything, just like in my fantasies... the thought of slipping my
cock up inside Billy's tight, sexy young ass... had my nuts boiling, ready
to blast.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad," I moaned, and he jacked harder, corkscrewing my cock
with a handful of spit and the expertise of a man who'd been handling
himself - himself and others - for three decades.

"Oh shit, I'm really gonna cummmmm!" I wailed, and then I was blasting,
pumping my hips up into Dad's fast-jacking fist, spurting shot after shot
of my teen cum all over Dad's fist, my stomach, the thick, corded muscles
of his hairy forearm.

"Yeah buddy, shoot that shit," he grunted. "You ready to cum for me, Billy
boy?"

"Aw Daddy," was all Billy could squeak out, and then he was firing off, not
quite so much as me, but a damned impressive load all the same, spraying
his heaving, flexing young abs and Dad's other forearm.

The sight of Dad licking our cum off his hands with a hungry grunt was
enough to get my cock interested again, and when he offered us each the
remnants of our loads from his fists, we leaned in and licked them clean,
until his mitts shone with our spit. We both craned up to kiss him, tongues
battling as we tried for a three-way kiss, and pretty much succeeded. But
when our hands moved to his big, angry-looking cock, the head all gleaming
with precum, he gently but firmly pushed them away.

"Not tonight, boys," he said, seeing the hungry disappointment on our
faces. "Tomorrow, now... that's a different story. Can have all of your old
man y'all can handle then. But I expect your Mom'll be home soon, half-full
of wine and ready to play."

Billy wrinkled his nose at that, and we all laughed.

"But believe me... I'll be thinking of y'all's fine young asses when I
shoot tonight, you can count on that. Give your Mom the lay of her life,
thanks to you two."

"Well, be ready for the lay of your life tomorrow, Dad," I said, and Billy
nodded, grinning in agreement, stroking his hand over Dad's beefy,
furred-up pec. "And save some cum for your boys, you hear?"

"Yes sir," he chuckled, then kissed each of us in turn. I guess we could
have gone on like that for a whole lot longer, and maybe we might've
changed his mind, but then we heard tires rumbling over the old cattle grid
out by the road, the sound of Mom's TrailBlazer slowly making its way up
the long gravel drive.

"Well, I better go make sure I'm clean enough," Dad said with a
good-natured sigh. "Y'all two try not to stay up all night... and try not
to be spent before tomorrow comes, alright?"

"Yes sir," we said in unison. We looked at each other as we watched his
big, naked ass walk out my door, his boxers crumpled in his hand. Shit, I
knew we could both go a couple more rounds, and still be good to go for
tomorrow...

"And y'all come and pick up your fuckin' shorts from the living room,
before she gets in!" we heard Dad holler down the hall.

We scrambled to go pick up our discarded clothes from around the couch,
just barely making it back to my room before we heard the door of her truck
shut outside. Getting busted once had turned out to be a lot of fun, but we
didn't want to risk being caught twice in one night.