Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 22:56:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House - 9

"You were moaning it," Dad told me. At first I didn't want to believe I had
moaned my Uncle Steve's name. But then I thought about it, and I knew it
was true. Having spent the day toying with the idea of something happening
between my dad and me, I was a little out of my mind by the time I
came. There had been a moment toward the end when I was picturing Steve
walking in on us. The thought made me hotter, and so I let myself imagine
him pulling down his jeans and letting me suck his dick right there in the
bottom bunk.


"Are you jealous?" I asked my dad, wanting him to say that he was, that he
didn't want anyone else in my mind other than him.

"Kind of," Dad admitted flirtatiously. "But not entirely. I mean, this is
all new to me, son. We're figuring this out as we go along. All I know is
that I want to protect you. I don't want you to regret any of this, not
even a little bit. And I want you to enjoy yourself; I want to give you
every pleasure that interests you."

Dad couldn't see it from the top bunk, but I was smiling. It was nice to
hear.

"So if you have a thing for your uncle, you can tell me. And if you want
anything to happen, it could."

"Wait," I said. "You mean right now?" I didn't know if I wanted to do
anything with Steve in reality. The idea was nice, so I entertained it that
once for the sake of my orgasm. But I certainly wasn't asking to have Dad
bring Steve into the room.

"I don't mean right now," Dad laughed. "Let's get some sleep. Think about
it. And in the morning, before we leave the room, we can talk about what
you want to do tomorrow. And I'll make every effort to make your wish come
true. How's that sound, bud?"

"It sounds perfect."


All night I thought about my Uncle Steve. What his dick looked like in the
photos I found. What his arms looked like when he sawed through that tree
limb. What his beard would feel like if we kissed. I wondered if he had
instigated the affair with my dad, or if it just happened.

When I woke up, Dad was out of his bunk, leaning over me to kiss my
forehead.

"Kiss my mouth, at least," I told him in a whisper. It was the first time I
tasted my father's morning breath. I loved his sleepy face and bed
head. Always had. I put my arms around him and could feel his floppy dick
on my leg through the sheet. "Good morning," I said, feeling horny all over
again.

"Ready to talk?" Dad whispered, looking at the door. He sat next to me, and
I sat up on the edge of the bed, showing off my morning wood, tenting in my
lap.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say," I admitted.

"What fantasies to you have about your uncle?" Dad asked, reaching for my
tenting dick. "If you want to tell me, I'd be curious to know." He squeezed
my cock through the fabric of my flannel pants and I gasped, loving it.

I looked at the door, wondering if Uncle Steve was up yet. If he might hear
us.

"I like the idea of him walking in on us," I said, reaching to feel Dad's
dick too. "But that's about it."

"Okay," Dad said, letting go of my cock. "And you're sure?"

I shrugged. I didn't know what I wanted, honestly.

"I ask because you've never had sex before, not really. And so you don't
know this, but sometimes in the thick of it, you might want it all. More
than you're ready for. And so if you tell me now that you don't want
anything to happen, I won't let it. Like I said, I want to protect you."

I leaned in close to Dad, and he let me nuzzle under his arm.

"I want to do more with you," I tell him. "That's all I know."


Dad seemed more than happy with that answer. He told me he'd find some time
for us that day, away from Steve. I pictured all the locations around the
lake where my Dad and I might fool around. I wondered what all we could get
away with, under the dock or along the bike paths. I told him I wanted to
ride the jet ski again, and he told me maybe I could drive. I pictured my
dad riding tight behind me, his hard dick pressed into my ass crack the way
mine had been when we first got to the lake.

"It would be way easier to figure out if we simply told your uncle what's
going on." I was surprised by Dad's suggestion. Wasn't he afraid Steve
would tell someone? Or judge us for it?

"Steve's one pervy dude," Dad said, like he knew far more than I'd heard
about my uncle. "He'd understand, trust me. He might even be
jealous. Haha."

Dad laughed, but I knew he was serious. He was ready to tell Uncle Steve
right then. I wasn't as sure, but what did I know? Dad knew him better. All
I cared about was getting to explore with my Dad that day, for us to have
alone time. It was my one wish, and Dad promised to grant it.

"Whatever you think," I said.

"Let's do it, then. Let's tell him. I want to see his reaction," Dad
said. He seemed so sure it wouldn't matter, that I was beginning to feel
more comfortable with the idea. "Do you mind if I kiss you in front of him,
to prove it?"

Dad wanted to kiss me in front of Uncle Steve? With tongue? I pictured
Steve's reaction, repulsed by us and then turned on. I pictured Dad making
the kiss go on a long time, just to mess with him. And Steve locking eyes
with me while I kissed my father. Growing hard in his pants at the sight of
it all.

"Ready?" Dad asked. I pointed down at my erection and shook my head.

Dad reached into my pajamas and pulled my cock up flat to my stomach, then
pulled the elastic up high, pinning my dick in place. It wasn't really
hiding it. Looking down, I could still see the bulge.

"Fine," I said, feeling reckless. Dad was about to talk about my dick
anyway. It's not like my being hard would make a difference.

I followed Dad out of our room and immediately saw Steve at the fridge. Dad
got his phone from off the counter, then walked up behind my uncle.

"Morning," Dad said to Steve, that lustful quality in his voice.

Steve turned around, but he didn't look at us. He looked past us, to
something behind us. I turned around, and there was Aunt Jenny, sitting on
the couch.

"Aunt Genny," I said, in case Dad was about to say something. "I didn't
know you were coming!"

"Hey Kyle," she said, not standing up. I was happy not to have pressure to
hug her, in case she might feel my boner--though it was going down rapidly.

"Genny! Hi," Dad said. "I'm so sorry to hear about the divorce. Steve told
me." If Dad sounded weird at all, it would have been easy for Aunt Genny to
assume it was because he was uncomfortable with divorce.

"Thank you," she said. "That's why I'm here. I was going to wait until I
visited, but now that you know. I want to pick your brain about something."

"Of course," Dad said. "Anything." He walked around the counter to his
sister and gave her a tight hug.

I knew I wasn't going to get my wish. Aunt Genny wanted the two of them to
look at apartments all day. She had a full schedule.

Just then, my cousins came running out of the master bedroom to hug me.

"Hey guys," I said, and they told me about whatever cartoon they were
watching on Aunt Genny's laptop.

Dad looked at me like he was as devastated as I was.

"Do you want to come with us, Kyle?" Aunty Genny asked.

"Not really," I said, wishing we'd never left my cousins' room. "No
offense, but I'd rather stay here."

"Stay here with your Uncle Steve, then," Dad said, like he was saying "I
told you so."

My cousins went with my Aunt Genny, and Dad followed behind them in his
car. After they left, Steve came up to me and said that he was sorry if any
of that was awkward. I told him I had other things on my mind, and he
winked at me, like he knew what I was thinking.

"I have to go through what I packed and get rid of a few things," Steve
said. "If you want, we can go through it together. In case you want any of
it."

"Okay," I told him, not having anything else to do.

We headed back into the kids' room, where Dad and had I slept. I realized
we left cum on the sheets, both of us. I was suddenly anxious that Steve
might notice. I sat on the bottom bunk, right on the worst of it. Steve
pulled two big boxes onto the ground and sat at my feet to go through
them. He opened the lid, and I watched as he pulled objects out one by
one. Watches, a camera, bottles of cologne. He pulled out an empty picture
frame.

"Want this?" he asked, but I didn't. I shook my head. "Me neither," he
said, and put it down on the other side of him. He offered me some CDs of
bands I'd never heard of, a caulk gun, but I didn't want any of it.

Uncle Steve opened the other box, and it looked like it was mostly
clothes. He offered me an old ball cap, but I didn't like the color. He
stopped asking me if I wanted things, simply put them in the discard
pile. I felt bad, but I didn't want any of his hand-me-downs.

But then, he pulled out an old pair of swim trunks. He held them up. They
were several years old. I remembered them from when I was younger. He
looked at the tag and sighed, setting them in the discard pile.

"Wait! You're getting rid of those?" I asked. If he didn't want them, I'd
take them. They were cool looking, and no one sold swim trunks like that
anymore.

"You want my old trunks?" Steve said, like I was claiming used underwear.

"Why not?"

"Okay, bud," he said, handing them to me. "They don't fit me anyway."

I leapt up, wanting to try them on. I went to the bathroom, and came out
with them on me. Steve wanted to see, so I stood in the doorway to show
them off. They made my bulge look big, and fig me in the right
places. Standing in the doorway, though, I realized I had left behind the
giant cum stain. Surely Steve would see it now, if he hadn't already. I
hurried to take my seat again and Steve gave me a funny look.

"Eager to go swimming?" He asked me and I smiled. "I'd get into a swim," he
said. Steve finished what he was doing, and then stood. His crotch was
level with my face as he stretched.

"We should wash these sheets though," he said, with a chuckle. I was
mortified. He must have seen the mess I made. I wonder if he saw Dad's.

"I want to die," I said to him, and he laughed.

"It's cool, man. This cabin brings it out in people," he told me, and I
wondered what he meant by that. "Your dad told me," he said. "You know
about him and me."

"Yeah," I said, not sure if I was ready to have a conversation about sex
with him. At least he was talking about his sex, not mine.

"I heard you last night," Steve said to me. "I heard your Dad and
you. Moaning. Jerking off. You know that, right?" I couldn't look at Steve,
then. I was blushing hard. I wanted to run out of the house, but I
didn't. "I told you guys I could hear through the wall! That's why I came
barging in on you two. To tell you about the ladder. I even knocked on the
wall so you knew how thin it was."

"How much did you hear?" I asked him. I was sick with worry. Had he heard
me moan his name?

"Don't worry," he said. "It's our secret."

Steve stripped the beds of the sheets and carried the ball of linens out of
the room. I sat in the living room while he started a load of laundry. He
came back wearing swim trunks. I stared at him as he chugged a glass of
water. His broad, naked chest. The hair on his pecs and neck and
stomach. He didn't bring it up again, what happened last night. I was
grateful for that. I followed him out to the dock and he dove right in. I
put my toes in the water. When I looked back at Uncle Steve, he was staring
at me.

"Get in here," he said, and pulled my shirt off. I made sure to watch his
face, loving how he was looking at me. My naked chest and shoulders. The
little hairs coming up out of his old swimsuit. He was taking it all in.

"You can't have them back," I said, when he saw me looking.

"That's not what I was looking at," he said, treading water, but when I
asked him what he meant he pretended like he hadn't said anything.

"Does Dad know you heard us?" I asked my uncle, once I'd gathered the
courage to talk about it.

"No, should I tell him?" Steve said.

"I don't know," I said.

Steve swam up behind me and suddenly I saw his swimsuit splash onto the
dock. Steve was skinny dipping! He came up close to me, telling me it feels
good to have a secret.

"I've always been curious about you, Kyle," Steve told me. "You pay
attention to everything, don't you?"

"I guess so," I said, wondering if it would be rude if I don't skinny dip
too.

"Nothing gets by you, does it?"


I turned in place as he circled me. I wanted to look down, to see if I
could see him naked in the water, but I knew he was watching me.

"You must have seen me look at you," he said, and then I felt his hand
reaching to undo my suit. I pulled away, like he was playing, but I knew
better. I could see in his eyes what he was doing. Or trying to do. "You
must have seen me watching you."

"Sometimes," I admit, though I never knew he was looking at me that way. I
always thought he didn't like me. Was suspicious of me or something.

"Do you mind that I look, Kyle?" Uncle Steve asked, and I should my head
no.

He untied my bathing suit and started to pull it down.

"I don't mind if you look, either," Steve said. I looked down into the
water. I could see my white skin in the water, the very top of my dick as
my shorts came down. And then, with his arms out of the way. I could see
Steve's dark bush and brown cock in the water. He wasn't hard or anything,
but it looked hot. Different than mine or my dad's.

My uncle flung my suit onto the dock, next to his. And then turned to face
me.

"I thought you knew I could hear," he said. "I thought that's why you said
my name."

"Steve," I said, wanting to explain.

"Call me 'Uncle,'" he said, with a sick grin. "While you still can."

It was true that Uncle Steve wouldn't be my uncle after the divorce was
final. The thought made me sad. I was only then getting to know him. I
didn't know what to make of his advances. He acted so playful about it as
he pulled off my suit. It was like we were two friends teasing each other
than anything else. And yet the attention felt real, as if he was acting on
a desire that had been building in him for a very long time. He embraced
me, our naked bodies touching under the water. I could feel his hardening
cock next to mine, our crotches warm.

"Uncle," I said, watching Steve's face, "I don't know if I should."

"Should what?" Steve asked me. He reached down in the water between us and
took my dick in his hand. "Nice," he said, like he liked it. "You have a
nice dick."

"You too," I said, not touching it or even seeing it yet. Steve rolled his
eyes, and grabbed my wrist, pushing it to his cock. I felt it, held it. It
was thick and veiny, had a weight to it in the water. My own dick twitched
in his hand. I couldn't control it. He gave it a squeeze and then moved his
hand to my balls, holding them both at once then giving them a tug.

"They're going to be gone until dinnertime," Steve said. He was looking at
me like he was curious what I'd do. His dark features and beard made him
look menacing, but his eyes were warm. He looked kinder than I'd ever known
him to be, and I knew it was the version of him I wanted to know. I reached
to feel his chest hair in the water while he continued to hold my balls. I
was entirely hard, and so was he. I could feel his erection in the water,
touching my leg occasionally. It felt good, there in the water. The sun on
our faces and shoulders, with everything forbidden hidden below the
surface.

I couldn't help but think about Dad. Would he care if Steve and I fooled
around? Would he be hurt at all, or would he be happy for me? He had just
asked me, and I had said I didn't want to. Dad had warned me that in the
moment, I might lose sight of what I wanted. Was that what this feeling
was?

Steve's grip loosened, and he started to tickle behind my balls with a
thick finger. Suddenly he was reaching up toward my ass.

"I shouldn't," I said, and pushed him away. He smiled, like he was waiting
for it to happen.

"There are few things in life you 'should' do," Steve said. "The rest is
the fun part."

I reached to climb up onto the dock, but Steve pressed his chest to my
back.

"Don't go," he said. "You don't have to do anything." Then he kissed my
neck from behind me. It felt nice, his beard on my smooth skin. It gave me
shivers. I could feel him, hard at my back. His big arms reaching around to
hold me. "Say the word and I'll stop," he said. "We can just kiss. I don't
care. Or I could just look at you. Feel you under the water. Whatever you
want."

I did want to kiss him. It seemed innocent to want it. Dad couldn't mind
that. And so I turned to face my uncle, our bodies clinging to each other,
and looked him in the eyes. I lifted my lips to his, and felt his big warm
hands on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and felt his mouth on mine. He took
his time feeling my lips with his, letting them touch, before opening his
mouth to mine. He didn't kiss like my dad did. He moved slower, craning his
head to the side so our faces could be closer. I felt his wet beard on my
chin and cheek. Suddenly we were grinding our bodies under the water. His
hands on my lower back. My hands feeling his strong upper arms. All of me
reaching for all of him. Wanting to be entangled.

"You're a beautiful boy," he said, lifting his hand to my cheek, and then
letting it slide down my wet neck and shoulders, down my hairless
chest. And then down under the water toward my cock. Steve leaned down and
put his mouth on my nipple, and again it felt different than when Dad had
done it. But not only because of Steve's facial hair. It was the way Steve
did it. Slower, surprisingly slow. Sucking it gently, softly. My dad had
sucked it hard, overtaken with lust. Steve was in control of his. Every
stroke of my cock deliberate. Every sweep of his tongue on my skin a
conscious act of pleasure.

Steve stroked me harder, under the water, as I let my head fall back. I
started to moan, all of my inhibitions falling away.

My uncle guided me toward the water's edge, so slowly I didn't notice until
we were stepping up out of the lake, our skin wet in the breeze.

"Do you want to go inside?" He asked, but I shook my head no. I wanted to
keep doing what we were. We climbed up onto the embankment, the grass on
our naked bodies as we kissed in the sun. First on my back, Steve on top of
me, and then rolling so that our cocks were touching, me on top grinding
into my uncle's drooling cock. Our mixed pre-cum felt better than the lake
water, more slippery. Suddenly I felt like I might cum.

Steve must have sensed it, because he pulled me up, so my dick wasn't on
his, and kissed me slow and long. He nibbled my bottom lip lightly, and
then slid his tongue against my neck, grazing my adam's apple.

Uncle Steve let out a low moan, and suddenly laid back in the grass in
pleasure. I was on top of him, my back to the sky, my ass exposed to the
lake breeze. I bent to kiss his neck, under his beard, and then moved
lower. I sucked each of his hairy nipples, loving the sight of his manly
chest. I didn't know what I was doing. My body had taken over. I moved my
knees lower as I kissed his waist line, the tops of his thighs. But I
couldn't bring myself to suck him. His beautiful cock was hard and dripping
in front of me. The dark hair curling at the base of it. I loved everything
about Steve's dick, but I just kept kissing the base and nothing more.

"Suck me, Kyle," Steve pleaded, but I stopped. I rolled onto my back next
to him. Panting and hard. I don't know what was stopping me. Loyalty to
Dad, maybe. Or fear that once his dick was in my mouth, he'd have complete
control over me.

"So you can suck your Daddy's dick but you can't suck mine?"

It sounded mean when he said it. And I remembered, suddenly, why I was
afraid of my uncle all those years. He had a way about him. He didn't seem
to care if he hurt my feelings. Or maybe he didn't know how mean he
sounded.


"Can I suck you, at least?" Steve asked me, already rolling on top of me,
aligning his mouth with my cock.

"I don't know," I said, but it wasn't "no" and so my uncle took my cock in
his mouth. All at once.

No one had ever sucked my dick before. It was just as I pictured it. Maybe
even better. The heat from Steve's mouth. The suction. The look of the
man's face in my lap, his eyes closed. My uncle was pleasuring me,
submissive and gentle. The opposite of how he can be. The opposite of how I
know him to be. I didn't want it to stop.

He reached up and pinched my nipple. Suddenly his hands were all over me,
my chest and pelvis. I was getting close.

"Don't cum," he said, and I asked why not. "I want to fuck you," Steve said
to me.


"Dad would be mad," I said.

"Our secret," Steve said, putting his mouth back around my cock and sucking
me harder, wetter.

But Dad would be mad. I knew it. He would be mad that I did what I told him
I didn't want to. Plus, I wanted Dad to take my virginity. And I certainly
didn't want to lie to him. I didn't want Steve's secret.

"I can't," I said. "I'm sorry." I pushed Steve off my dick.

"You can. No one will find out, buddy." He looked sad, but I didn't care. I
knew what I wanted and he had to respect it.

"I won't, though."


Steve sighed, like he expected it to happen. He didn't look angry, only
disappointed.

"Fine," he said, and then started back toward my cock, but I stopped
him. "At least let me finish you off," he said, but I didn't want him to.

"I'm hungry," I told my uncle, and went to the dock to grab my new
swimsuit. I smiled at him again as I headed inside, but I knew Steve would
be frustrated with me. Still, I was glad I stood my ground. I wasn't ready,
and I knew it.

Steve acted like nothing happened. His dick was already soft when he came
into the house from the porch. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat
naked on the couch. I smiled at the thought of him staying like that. Even
though I didn't want to mess around with Steve, he was certainly nice to
look at. It turned me on how his armpits looked, resting on the back of the
couch. How his balls sagged dark bellow his body.

"Have you met Shawn?" Steve asked me, out of the blue.

"No, why?" I asked him. "How do you know Shawn?"

"So you have met him?" Steve asked again.

"Kind of. Not really," I said. "We met online, almost."

"Almost?" Steve asked, and then shook his head. "I don't want to know."

"He's gay, right? Is that why you were asking?"

"Yeah," Steve said. "He's your age. Might have some fun, if he's around. We
could drive past his house and see."

"Could we?!" I couldn't believe my uncle was willing to help me stalk a
fresh crush. Moments earlier he seemed hurt I wouldn't go down on him.

Steve agreed to take a ride in his truck, and we passed by where my uncle
thought the guy lived. We sat in the driveway of the home across the
street. Not for long, but it felt hot to be staking out a dude.

"How old is Shawn?" I asked. "He said he was in college."

Steve laughed. "Yeah right," he said. "He's in high school, I think. Wait,
no. He might be a freshman in college now. Why, is that too old for you?"

Uncle Steve spread his knees while we sat there. He spread them more and
soon our knees were close to touching.

"Did you bring me here to get me all turned on?" I asked him.

"Is it working?" Steve flirted back. "No, I didn't. I just thought it might
be worth your time to see if Shawn's your type. If I were your age, I'd be
all over him."

"How do you know Shawn doesn't like older guys? No offense."

"Because I asked him," Steve says. "And none taken. I'm not that old,
gosh."

"No, you're not," I said.

Soon, Steve and I were bonding over music and movies. He had already been
to half the concerts on my bucket list. He'd also travelled a ton of places
I had long dreamed of going: Italy and Spain. Berlin! He told me that it
would be cool to travel together some time. I told him that it would.

What was happening? I checked my clock and realized we'd spent the whole
day together and that my Dad would be home soon. Funny thing is, I didn't
want him to be. Not yet, anyway. I was having a good time flirting, not
feeling like I had to sneak around about my thoughts. Plus, Steve was
funny. He could make anything into a joke. Which is just what I needed that
afternoon. Some queeny jokes from my muscle bear uncle.

"So today's still our secret, right?" He asked me, when he knew Dad would
be back soon.

"Sure," I said. "Earlier in the day, I knew I was going to tell Dad every
detail. I wanted him to be proud of me for keeping my head and sticking to
what I'd chosen earlier. Now I didn't know what I was going to do. If I had
a secret with my uncle, would it have to be a lie as well?

When my dad returned, it was later than any of us had expected. Steve and I
had been watching violent shows with half naked men, telling each other
what we'd do to which of the characters. I had almost gone to bed, but I
wasn't sure where I'd sleep now that the house would be full.

Steve had a solution he thought I'd like, and he proposed it to Dad as soon
as he set down his car keys. Aunt Genny was putting my cousins to bed in
their room.

"The kids are in there. Genny will of course be in the big room. I can
sleep here on the couch. And what do you think about you boys pitching a
tent out back?"

"Excuse me?" Dad asked. He looked at me to see if I'd said anything, and I
just smiled at him. I liked the idea.

"We'll camp out back, Dad. What do you say? I think it sounds fun." Dad
smiled. I could tell he was sleepy, but that he was willing to gather some
energy for his boy.

Steve helped us set it up, complete with sleeping bags an inflatable
mattress. He even had a small electric lantern for us. The tent was
actually perfect. And I loved the sound of insects in the trees, of the
lake water in the dark. Dad saw my big dumb grin as he said good night to
Steve. He gave my uncle a wink, I noticed, after the two men hugged.

"You really like camping?" Dad asked me, climbing into his sleeping bag,
next to mine.

"I think so," I said. "I like being out here alone with you, if that's what
camping is all about."

"It is," he said, scooting his bag closer to mine and turning to kiss me
once gently on the lips. "I think this is going to be the start of a new
tradition for us."

"What's that?"

"I love camping. You know that." Dad put his hands under his pillow, his
arms raised. I rolled over and cuddled with Dad, fitting perfectly with my
head on his bicep and my chest against his ribs. I could hear him
breathing, and felt perfectly content to sit there in the quiet listening.

"So what happened with your Uncle Steve today?" Dad asked me outright. I
didn't want to lie to him, but I wanted to keep my promise.

"We didn't fuck, if that's what you're asking."

"He said you were flirty?" Dad asked me.

"Did he, now?" I said to my dad. "He's the flirt. I'll tell you. That man
is persistent."

"So he knows?" Dad asked, and for a second I don't know what he was
asking. "He knows you're gay? Or bi, or something?"

"Yeah," I told him. "It was nice, though. We bonded over Spartacus."

"Of course you did." Dad scooted his arm from under my head and then rolled
on top of me. "And I bet you got hard, talking to your uncle about those
sweaty, muscly men." Dad ground his crotch into my crotch. I could hear the
inflatable mattress beneath us as he pressed into me. "I bet you both
did. Two little pervs, watching the gladiators fuck on command for the
women of the court."

I told Dad I liked that he was jealous, and he told me that he liked that I
could make him jealous.

It was perfect. I was flirting with my Dad, and he was liking it. Our dicks
were hard, pressed together. I could kiss him if I wanted to. I could reach
around and grab his ass. I could burry my face in his manly armpit. I could
tell he would let me do anything right then. And yet. All I could think
about was Steve. I was thinking of his chest hair in the water. And of his
thick veiny cock as he laid in the grass, begging for me to suck him off.

It was dark, even with the lantern. I pushed Dad's shoulders and he could
tell I wanted to be on top of him for a while. It was my turn to do the
grinding. I pulled my shirt off and watched my dad admire my naked skin. He
felt me all over, like he had never felt another person before.

I pretended it was Uncle Steve's hands on me. Rougher than Dad's. I
pretended I could see a beard, when really it was shadows from the lantern,
crossing Dad's face. He opened his mouth to moan as I first rubbed my spit
onto his dick. He held his mouth open and whimpered as I took his balls in
my other hand.

I knew that when I sucked him I would be able to close my eyes and think of
Steve, of Steve's cock. Of the opportunity I had to make my uncle cum. I
could have tasted it in my mouth. I could have swallowed his load. The
possibilities of what might all have happened with my uncle filled my mind,
even as I started to suck my Dad's dick.

"That's my boy," my father said, and it was his voice that brought me back
into the moment. I was his boy. And finally I was getting to suck him as I
had wanted to since it was (too briefly) in my mouth.

"Look up at me," Dad said, and I looked up at him with his dick drooling in
my mouth. I sucked it hard, holding his gaze. I worked my hand up and down
the base of his perfect cock with I sucked and sucked his leaking knob. It
was hot, and I was thinking of Dad's dick in my mouth instead of imagining
my uncle's.

Dad winked at me, and I closed my eyes, wanting Dad's cum in my mouth.
Wanting to feel that eruption on the back of my tongue. It seemed like he
was close. I thought at any moment, my dad might unload for me.

"That's my good boy," he said. And then he moaned loud. So loud I didn't
hear the door to the tent unzipping.

I heard Steve's voice before I saw him climbing into the tent to join us.

"What's going on?" I asked Steve, then my dad.

"You said you wanted him to walk in on us," Dad said.

"Is my work over? Or can I lend a hand?" Steve asked, the lantern shining
brightly in his eyes.