Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 16:18:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House - 10

I'm not sure if this is the final installment in this, my first series, but
it is a climax at any rate. Thank you again to anyone who has offered
encouragement along the way. I hope you enjoy the story.

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P.S. Sorry for any typos. I hate them as much as you do. ;)

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"You arranged for this?" I asked my dad. "You told him to walk in on us?" I
couldn't look my uncle in the eyes. I didn't know what Steve had told my
dad about our day, if anything. That he had seen me naked, felt my hard
dick in the water. That we had kissed there by the dock, and again on the
grass. That he begged me to suck his cock. That he sucked mine, though I
hadn't cum.

"You sneaky assholes," I said to them both, getting angry.

"You said you wanted him to walk in on us. Just this morning. I thought I'd
grant your wish!" I rolled my eyes, wondering what Dad thought would happen
once Steve was in the tent.

"I can go," Uncle Steve said. "I should go." And Dad looked at me as if I
were kicking him out. But I wasn't. I just needed a moment to think.

"No," I said to Steve. "It's not you. Stay."

"Should I go, then?" Dad said.

"No," I said, still confused. "No one should go."

And so Steve joined us in the tent. For a while Dad and I just sat there
naked. Still half hard, telling Steve about our first kisses, first
strokes. Steve pulled his shirt off, and I could see he had a huge bulge in
his pants.

It was a cool night, but it had gotten humid in the tent as the three of us
flirted with each other. Soon I saw sweat on Dad's neck and my own
chest. Steve had gotten sweaty too, and his dark chest hair seemed somehow
darker for it. I could smell them both, thick in the air. It was
intoxicating.

Lightheaded, I asked if we should play a game.

"Pin the tail on the nephew?" Steve joked.

"Spin the bottle?" Dad said.

"What's the point with only three people? We should just kiss," Steve
said. It sounded so reasonable, but I sighed. "We can play if you want," he
said, realizing maybe that it was a crutch.

"I think it will be fun," I said, but they both could see I was nervous. I
wanted to kiss them both, to watch them kiss each other. But I was
scared. It seemed easier to initiate if it was a game. Innocent.

"Does anyone have a bottle?" Steve said, and I appreciated that he was
willing to humor me. He smiled at me, and then looked at Dad.

"I do," Dad said, kind of laughing. He leaned to go through his things, and
soon I heard the sound of a plastic bag. Dad pulled out the bottle of lube
he'd shown me before. I gulped.

"Perfect!" Steve said, and they both laughed. I couldn't help but wonder
where the glass dildo was that Dad had shown me. I blocked it from my mind.

Dad put the bottle on the tent floor in the middle of the three of us.

"Wait!" I said. "Steve needs to get naked first, too."

"It's only fair," Dad said to him, and Steve smiled. Dad and I watched as
Steve unzipped his pants, and then unbuttoned them. He stood tall on his
knees and pulled them down slowly, revealing only a jock as underwear.

"Nice touch," Dad said. "For me?"

Steve bit his bottom lip and nodded. His dark beard made even his delight
seem brooding. He locked eyes with me as he pulled the pants entirely off,
and then started to pull down the jockstrap.

"You can leave it on, if you want," I told him. In truth, I wasn't finished
looking at him in it, his thick cock bulging in the cupped fabric. Pubes
poking out the sides.

"Yeah, leave it on, bro," Dad said.

"Okay, Bro-in-law," Steve echoed. They smiled like they'd called each other
by the name for years. Maybe they had, though I'd certainly never heard it
slip from their mouths.

I couldn't stop staring at Steve's legs and crotch, the tan line high up
his thighs, and the jock. It looked yellow in the lantern light, bright
against his skin.

Dad asked if I wanted to go first, but I shook my head no. He spun, and I
wanted so badly for the bottle to land on me. The bottle wouldn't spin on
the tent floor, and after three attempts, it finally landed on Steve.

The two men smiled, and I watched as much dad and uncle leaned in slowly,
as if it were entirely for my sake. Steve opened his mouth before their
lips had even touched and I saw my dad's tongue touch his. And then they
were kissing, my dad's hand reaching for my knee. I reached and held his
hand, while the two of them kissed for what felt like whole minutes.

When they finally pulled away, I noticed all three of us were rock
hard. Dad wiped his face, smiling big.

"Missed that beard, Steve," he said, and my uncle winked.

"Your turn," I told Steve. Again wanted the bottle to land on me. But
instead it landed on Dad again.

"Spin again," Dad said, but I insisted we play by the rules. The two of
them shrugged, kissing again as I started to stroke, watching them. My
other hand still clutching Dad's.

The second kiss was much shorter, but when they noticed I was masturbating,
they both started stroking their cocks too.

"Your turn, Son."

I reached for the bottle of lube and gave it a spin. It pointed at my
uncle. Dad let go of my hand, reaching instead for my slick cock. I leaned
toward my uncle, loving the lust on his face. Dad gripped my dick softly as
I closed my eyes.

Uncle Steve and I had already kissed. But not like this.

Before, I felt like it was a betrayal. Something I deserved but shouldn't
take. No matter how badly I wanted it. In the tent, though, all three of us
together, the kiss took on new meaning. It was for Dad too. He moaned,
watching Steve and I. Stroking his son.

I could smell Dad's sweat. I could taste Steve's, it seemed like. I was
gushing pre-cum into my Dad's hand. So much that he switched hands, and
used some of my pre on Steve's cock, which was poking out the side of his
jock.

Steve and I kissed twice as long as Dad and him had. He moaned in my mouth
as my dad stroked us in unison.

"You're going to be so fucking hot when you grow up," Steve said, as soon
as our kiss was over.

"I'm not hot now?" I said flirtatiously, but he rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean."

I winked at him.

"My turn!" Dad said. He sounded happier than I'd heard him in a very long
time. He reached for the bottle and gave it a weak spin so that it would
land on me. When it did, I thought about calling foul. But instead, I
leaned in to kiss my father.

He must have been jealous watching Steve kiss me so passionately, because
his kiss seemed to be proving something. That I was his property, I
guess. That it was our night and Steve was only a guess. At least, that's
what I wanted it to mean.

Dad pulled me toward him, his hands slipping on my sweaty back. He pulled
me so close our chests touched as we kissed. I closed my eyes and gave
myself to the kiss. I gasped in his mouth at the feeling of our sweaty
bodies against each other. And I could feel him smile, his tongue against
his boy's.

I wanted Steve to take a turn stroking us, but Dad and my dicks were
pressed against each other too tight. I could hear Steve moving next to us,
and soon his breath was on my leg, my cock. He was putting both of our
dicks in his mouth. Father's and son's at once.

He seemed to love it as much as we did. Our kiss stopped momentarily as Dad
caught his breath and we both looked down at my uncle, giving us both such
pleasure. I felt his beard on my balls, my shaft. And then his tongue
again. I looked deeply in Dad's eyes, and soon we were kissing again, so
much pleasure happening at once that I started to lose track of whose mouth
I was deeper in.

I was close to cumming, though I didn't want to. Not yet. So I pulled out
of Steve's mouth and started kissing Dad only on the lips. My mouth
closed. Steve was still sucking Dad, and I wanted to join him. I kissed
Dad's wet neck, and then made a trail of kisses down his body, his hand on
the back of my head. I could taste Dad's sweat now too. Smelling his musk
and mine.

There was a moment as I scooted down that Steve reached for my cock, but
when I didn't stop to let him suck me, he understood. And soon we were
looking in each other's eyes. Dad's dick in his mouth. And me gently
kissing Dad's balls. Licking Dad's shaft, feeling my uncle's beard brush my
mouth.

Soon we were sucking him together. Kissing with my father's dick between
our mouths, and then taking turns on is. Sucking his swollen head. Kissing
his pelvis and pubes. Kissing each other.

I reached for Steve's crotch, feeling his dripping cock, still sticking out
the side of his jock. I felt the pouch, my eyes still on Dad's lap. I felt
the strap of Steve's jock and gave it a tug. It snapped against his ass. He
seemed to like it.

"My turn," Steve said, out of nowhere. I wanted to tell him the game was
over, that we should keep sucking Dad until he came on our faces. But Dad
seemed to want to mix it up too.

Steve spun the bottle of lube, and it landed on himself.

What now? Steve's eyes seemed to ask.

"You jack off," Dad said. "Or we suck you."

"Spin again," I said, but Steve shook his head. He opened the cap on the
bottle of lube, squirted some in his hand and then started to rub himself
under his balls. Dad nodded enthusiastically, but it took me a moment to
understand what he was doing.

Uncle Steve scooted to sit, and then laid back, his knees up. He spread his
legs wider, scooting forward, and soon Dad and I were both sitting there
between my uncle's legs as he raised his ass.

Dad didn't need any further invitation. He reached his hand down to Steve's
ass, pushing a finger into him. It was fast, but gentle. And Steve seemed
to love it. Cursing in a voice that sounded familiar to me.

I remembered Steve begging me to suck him earlier. That's the voice he was
using then, my Dad's hairy finger stretching his hole, sliding in and
out. I leaned forward and sniffed Steve's jock. The smell was so strong it
took me by surprised.

"You ever wash this thing?" I asked, and Steve smiled, shaking his head no.

I sniffed it again, and this time the scent triggered something animalistic
in me. I started to lap at the crusty fabric, then at the spot where my
uncle's hairy leg met his pubes. I pushed my ass in the air, arching my
back. I reached and pulled Steve's cock to my open mouth. Dad still
fingering him.

"Fuck," Steve moaned, and my Dad echoed him, moaning that we looked so
hot. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Dad was pulling his finger out
of my uncle, and then I heard as he reached again into the plastic bag. I
sucked Steve's cock harder, knowing that Dad was going to fuck him with the
dildo. I waited for it, wondering if Steve was ready.

And then I heard the sound of a photo being taken. Dad, with his phone out,
was taking pictures of me, my as in the air, my uncle balls-deep in my
mouth. His jock. My ass. Everything. I didn't stop him. And neither did
Steve.

I closed my eyes, imagining how the scene might look. Imagining Dad and me
jerking together later, going through the photos. And then Steve gasped,
and sure enough Dad was pushing the glass dildo into his ass. He pushed it
until it nearly disappeared inside my uncle. And then he let go of it.

"Here, Kyle," Dad said, and he reached for my hand. He wanted me to fuck my
uncle with it. "Want to take it from here?"

I looked up from Steve's cock and saw that he was glaring at my father. And
then I caught them winking. Dad pulled my hand to my uncle's ass, and I
gripped the glass knob tight, though it was slick with lube. I pulled it,
slowly, almost all the way out. And then pushed it, less gently, back
in. Steve bucked on the tent floor, raising his knees higher. Dad moved so
Steve's legs were only around me.

Dad then stood on his own knees, his dick level with my face. He touched my
shoulder, my neck, wanting to get sucked. Wanting me to suck him.

I pulled and pushed the glass knob, fucking my uncle with a good rhythm,
and turned to face my dad's crotch. His head brushed my cheek, leaving a
trail of pre. I smiled, taking it again in my mouth as he stroked my neck.

I stroked myself with my free hand, a desire building in me to fuck my
uncle, to pull the glass thing out and, without warning, replace it with my
hard cock. I knew he would like it if I did. And I knew I would like
it. But I worried that if I fucked him, I was agreeing to get fucked
too. And I still, despite everything that was happening, didn't feel ready
to make that promise.

"Kyle's turn," Dad said suddenly. At first, I thought he had read my
mind. That it was time to use my dick to fuck my uncle instead of the
toy. Then I remembered the game. It was my turn to spin the bottle.

"Fuck," Steve said, as I pulled out of him. "Where'd that come from?" He
seemed weak with pleasure, but sat up. The three of us reclaimed our
positions around the bottle.

I worried that it would land on me. That they'd expect me to lean back and
let them push their fingers into my virgin hole. I kind of wanted it to
happen, but a voice repeated that it would hurt, that I didn't want to lose
my virginity like that.

I took a deep breath, and then spun the bottle, but it landed in between me
and Dad. It was slightly closer to me, but I hoped they didn't notice.

"Spin again," I declared. I think Dad could tell I was nervous, because he
quickly agreed, winking at me. The second time, though, there was no
question: the bottle had landed on me. And before I could make it clear
what I wanted, Dad was pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me.

He kissed my lips, and whispered so quietly I doubt Steve could hear him.

"It's okay," he said. I looked him desperately in the eyes and knew that I
could trust him.

Dad kissed my chest, making a trail of kisses down to my cock, just as I
had done. Soon, Steve and he were lapping at pelvis together, matting my
pubes down, covering my cock and balls with a thick layer of spit. They
started to kiss, as Steve and I had done to Dad, and I watched as they
slobbered over my hard cock.

Dad handed me his phone, and I knew what he wanted. I took a photo of the
view, my cock head popping out of their kissing mouths. And then another,
my Dad licking my uncle's beard as he engulfed me again. It was all so hot,
and I started to wonder how long we could go at it like this before one of
us came. I knew I could at any moment. And probably, so could they.

The two men crouched at my lap, their asses in the air. They looked like
two wild animals drinking from the same riverbank. Only it was my cock they
were drinking in. I thought about cumming right then, surprising them
both. I knew it would be an epic load, and pictured them fighting over my
seed as it erupted, each wanting the lion's share of my sweet, young cum.

I gave myself permission to shoot, but before I could, my uncle's finger
crept up to my ass. He must have lubed it up already, perhaps with the
juice from his own slick ass. It felt wet on my hole.

"No, no," Dad said, though, before Steve entered me. "That's mine."

Whether Dad actually felt so territorial, or whether he was protecting his
anxious son, it didn't matter. The effect was the same. Steve pulled his
finger away, and I was simultaneously relieved and aroused, locking eyes
with my Dad as he raised an eyebrow.

No longer worried, I laid back, letting my mind wander. I breathed in
deeply, savoring the smells of sex and men. I lifted my arm above my head
and sniffed my own armpit, loving how familiar it was. Soon, my Dad and
uncle were creeping up my body together, lapping up the sweat on my young
skin, licking my exposed pit and navel. I raised the other arm, and soon I
had a man at each one, their beard and scruff scrapping at my tender skin.

My uncle's grip was still on my cock, and my dad's just below it, feeling
below my balls. I could feel him testing me, brushing his finger closer and
closer to my hole. Somehow I knew he wouldn't enter me without warning, and
so I let myself enjoy the pleasure it brought me, gasping that I loved them
both.

Steve rose from my armpit, kissing me on the mouth. I could taste myself on
his lips and tongue. Dad started to suck my nipple, and then made his way
back down to my lap. He licked my shaft while Steve stroked me.

"Want this?" Steve asked me, raising his own arm. I didn't know an armpit
could smell so strong. I nodded, lifting my head and mouth toward it. His
underarm hair was wet and sour. It covered my lips and chin. I wanted every
drip of his sweat on my face, moaning into it as he stroked me.

Before I knew it, Dad was licking under my balls, his tongue tickling my
hole.

"Dad?" I panted into my uncle's armpit, but he couldn't hear me. I didn't
want him to stop. But I was suddenly afraid again of what would happen. He
pushed his tongue hard against my ass and I let it in. Only for a second.

"Dad's turn!" Steve said, perhaps oblivious to what my dad was doing to my
ass. For a second I was jealous, Steve calling him Dad, as if we were both
his sons. But then I liked it, the idea of Steve and me playing as equals,
competing for his attention.

"I forfeit my turn," Dad said before returning to my ass. He didn't seem to
want to be interrupted, and I honestly don't know anymore what I
wanted. Everything was hazy, my heart racing. My balls aching to cum. I
know I didn't want the night to end. And yet, I knew it would have to end
eventually.

"Can I wear your jock?" I asked my uncle, and his eyes lit up. My dad rose
from under me, wiping his mouth, climbing to kiss me. We kissed hard while
Steve pulled the wet jock off. Before we could stop, he was looping the
straps around my ankles, putting the jock on for me. It felt slimy and warm
against my legs and thighs.

"Lift," Steve said, and I lifted my ass, my dad's tongue still in my
mouth. Breathing heavy.

Dad reached again for his camera. This time, he had Steve and me
pose. First with me licking his hairy pit. Then with the straps of the jock
in Steve's teeth.

"I get copies of all of these, right?"

"Sure you do," Dad said, pretending to be sarcastic. But Steve and I knew
he was kidding. This would be a night we'd all share forever. No matter
what was going to happen with Steve's divorce, I knew he would always be my
uncle, and that he was forever part of the family.

"You want to fuck me?" Steve asked, to no one in particular. Dad looked at
me and without a word we agreed that we would.

"Dad?" Steve started to say, but stopped himself. He acted like it just
slipped out, but I had a feeling he wanted it to.

"I always wanted a big brother," I said to Steve, pushing him backward
again, crawling up between his legs to kiss him on the mouth. "It's okay
with me." Steve gave me a wicked smile.

"Boys," my Dad said, playing along. "No fighting."

I reached down to finger Steve's ass. I would have used the glass toy, but
I had no idea where it was and no intention of waiting a second longer.

I pushed two fingers into him. I'd fingered my own ass countless times, but
never this deep. I loved the feeling of being inside him, of giving him
such a charge with only my hand.

"Fuck me, Kyle," Steve panted. "I want you so bad."

"You heard your brother," Dad said. It seemed silly, our new game, but it
turned me on and so I played along.

I lined my cock up with Steve's ass. I was harder than I'd ever been, and
so my dick felt huge in my hand as I pushed it toward his hole.

"Loosen him up for Daddy," I heard my dad say behind me, his own hard dick
pressing into me, his hands on my shoulders. Steve moaned loud when he said
it, and so I went for it, pushing into him.

My dick went in easy, and I loved the feeling of Steve's asshole opening
for me to enter. I could feel the walls of his ass burning hot against my
young cock. He continued to moan, as I pushed all the way in, my balls
against his sweaty skin.

Dad kissed my neck as I did it, grinding into my flexing ass cheeks. Steve
started stroking himself, and Dad took over for him, working him up even
more.

"You fuck like your dad," Steve said to me, breaking character.

"You mean like OUR dad," I corrected him, and I could feel his whole body
clench against my cock. I started to fuck him faster, harder.

It didn't take long. Steve was ready to cum at any moment. He told us as
much, begging suddenly for Dad's dick.

"Sorry bro," he said, after I pulled out. I just smiled, as Dad took my
place between Steve's legs. "Want me on all four?" He asked, but dad shook
his head, his much larger cock already pressing against Steve.

I watched as Dad started to fuck him, staring Steve in the eyes. I leaned
to suck Steve's oozing dick, wanting him to cum in my mouth when the time
came.

"That a'boy," Dad said, maybe to me. He started fucking Steve faster,
holding his legs up from under the knees. Steve put his legs straight up,
and soon Dad was pounding him hard.

Dad reached to touch my back, and when I looked up he was gesturing for me
to turn my body. I did as he wanted, continuing to suck my uncle, but with
the side of my body against my Dad's bucking thigh. Soon I felt Dad's hot
hand on my lower back, then against my own ass. Dad sucked his finger and
then put it, wet, against my hole. All while quickening his pace.

"Hand me the lube," Dad commanded.

"I'm good. Don't stop!" Steve said. But Dad wasn't wanting it for Steve. He
was wanting it for his real boy. I lifted my mouth from Steve's throbbing
cock, wanting to do as Dad said, but suddenly Steve was pleading for me to
stay.

"I'm going to cum!" he declared, and so I put my mouth back onto the head
of his dick and started sucking hard, massaging it with my tongue, wanting
to feel his semen fill my mouth.

"Fuck," Dad said, and then before I knew what was happening, he hooked his
big arm under me and lifted me into the air. Steve's dick was still in my
mouth; Dad's dick was still in Steve. But suddenly, I was holding myself up
with one arm, Dad holding up the rest of my weight, my ass to his face. He
started to lick my hole again, working his tongue around the fabric of the
jock even as he fucked Steve harder.

It felt unbelievable, my Dad's tongue in my spread ass. Steve saw what was
happening and it sent him over the edge. Suddenly he was cumming into my
mouth, so hard that I couldn't swallow it fast enough. A little shook out
of my mouth oozed down Steve's side.

Seeing it, Dad started cumming too. He growled like an animal, his mouth
still working my hole. My mouth full of cum and Steve still cumming, I
started to shoot too, even with no one touching my dick. I couldn't see
where it was hitting, but imagined it on my dad's chest or Steve's ass or
both.

Dad bit my ass cheek as he finished. Not too hard, but hard enough it hurt.

"Sorry," he said, and it sounded sincere. The pain didn't last, but I hoped
it left a mark. Something else for us to take a photo of.

Dad was panting as he put me down. I collapsed as soon as my knees hit the
tent floor, still swallowing all the cum on my lips.

"How did you do that?" I asked Dad, as soon as I caught my breath. I turned
to look at Steve, whose face was dark red, his eyes closed tight. Dad
shrugged, falling backward to collapse himself.

The three of us laid there a long time, huffing and puffing. I was the
first to speak. I told them both we need to go camping more. Uncle Steve
agreed. When Dad remained silent, I rolled over and climbed to his side,
cuddling with him. He was staring at the ceiling of the tent, like he was
thinking, his face full of worry.

"I love you," I told him. I didn't want him to worry. Not right then. Not
ever.

I hoped it wasn't me he was worried about, though I knew it probably was.

"I love you, too," he said, like it took no thought. "SO much."

"Well, as much as I love you both," Steve chimed in. "I'm going to go clean
up."

"Yeah, get out of our tent, you pervert," Dad said to Uncle Steve, and we
all laughed. It was a relief to hear.

After Steve zipped the door closed, Dad asked me if I would share his
sleeping bag with him. I climbed into the same bag, the two of us still
naked, sticky, our blood pumping hot in our veins.

"You ready for bed?" Dad asked me and I shrugged. He watched my face. I
shook my head no. We were finally alone. I didn't want to sleep.

"Me neither," he said, and he turned to kiss me, our bodies pressed
together.