Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 11:00:11 -0800 (PST) From: Ronald Frobnitz Subject: My Nephew, My Son, My Lovers My Nephew, My Son, My Lovers by Dick Zucher The following story contains all kinds of kinky stuff: Incest, shaving, foot fetish. It depicts sexual acts among consenting adults, and if reading such material offends you, or is illegal in your jurisdiction, then hit the back key now, and go try Project Gutenberg. Copyright 2010 by Dick Zucher. My nephew, Rob was here for a visit, so my son, Steve and I decided we'd better be on our best behavior. That meant we'd wear clothes around the house, as we often just went naked, and that Steve would sleep in his own room. You see, Steve and I aren't just father and son, we're also lovers. Steve is 24, about six feet tall, with silky chestnut hair hanging down almost to his shoulders, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He has a beautiful six and a half inch cock that he keeps shaved, because we like to play games. Steve likes to pretend he's a little boy, and I put him to bed at night, cuddling and kissing him until one or the other of us decides it's time to fuck. Sometimes he fucks me, but usually he wants me to fuck him, and I'm more than happy to oblige. My brother's boy, Rob is 22, and planning to go to State this fall, having completed his two years at community college, so when he came to town to check the campus out, it was only natural that he should stay with Uncle Dick and Cousin Steve. Steve and I agreed that we didn't want to scare the shit out of him with our unusual relationship, so we were acting "normal" for the duration. On Rob's first morning, I was in the kitchen, clad in my pajamas, as befits a proper father, fixing breakfast, when Steve wandered in. He wore flannel pajamas decorated with cowboys and Indians, custom-made, since that patten isn't usually available in adult sizes. I love the sight of his nicely tanned bare feet, and he knows it. "Morning, Dad," he said, and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Morning, Stevie," I answered. "How's little Stevie doing, seeing as he didn't have any company last night?" "I swear the slightest touch will give me a hardon," he said. "It's only for a few days. And he won't be around the house all day long, either," I said, giving his crotch a little squeeze. "Stop that!" he cried. "You want to give the whole thing away?" "Never give away what you can sell, my son." At this moment Rob padded into the room, his blonde hair going every which way, and his face puffy with sleep. He was beautiful. Rob is tall and lean, just a little muscular from playing volleyball, and from what I could see slightly tenting his rayon pajama bottoms, rather nicely hung, too. "Good morning, Sunshine," I said. "Coffee?" He came around the kitchen table to the coffee maker. Another pair of beautiful bare feet. "What aren't you going to give away if you can sell it?" he asked. "Your beautiful ass," Steve answered, giving his buttcheeks a squeeze. "Steve!" I cried. "It's okay, Dad, he's gay," said Steve. "Steve!" repeated Rob, shocked. "It's okay, Rob, Dad's gay, too." We both relaxed a little. Well, that much was out in the open. "That's cool," Rob said. "Now do we tell him what we used to do in the barn at Grandpa's place? I was 14, I think, so you must have been . . ." "19," Steve finished. "Talk about taking advantage of an older guy." "I wasn't taking advantage, it was self-defense," Rob stated. "If I hadn't gone down on you, I just knew you'd tell I'd sneaked out there to jack off." "I wouldn't have told on you," Steve said quietly. "But the blow job was good, anyway." "And when you returned the favor, that was awesome!" The thought of these two Adonises blowing each other had my cock trying to free itself from the fly of my pj's. The boys were looking at each other like they wanted to reenact the scene right then and there. "Hey, you two horndogs," I said, trying to maintain my composure. "Breakfast first. We'll get into the sex part later." "We?" Rob asked. "You mean you two . . ." Oops! And here I had been admonishing Steve not to let the cat out of the bag. "That's right, Rob," Steve sounded downright perky about it. "He's my dad, my best friend, and he's my lover." He stepped over to me and kissed me right on the mouth, giving my raging hardon a squeeze. "Awesome!" Rob said again. His own cock was definitely growing now. I figured it wouldn't be too long before it broke free from his pj's. "What say we have breakfast, then the three of us go take a nap or something in Dad's king-size bed?" Steve asked. "I like the idea of that 'or something,'" Rob said. "I'll bet you guys are hot together." "Oh, we are, Robbie-boy," I said, lecherously cupping my hand over his crotch. Breakfast finished, we stacked our dishes in the sink and headed for the bedroom. Rob plopped down on the bed, and Steve knelt between his cousin's legs and pulled his dick out of his fly and began sucking. I sat on the floor behind him and touched his feet, stroking them lovingly. "Ummm, Steve. Uncle Dick. Ohh, that's so good." I do believe Rob was enjoying himself. "You like this?" I asked. "Mmmm" he answered. I bent down and took his big toe in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his toenail while I continued to stroke his other foot. "Yeah, that feels nice, Uncle Dick. And Steve," he added. Steve continued working his cousin's cock while I gave his feet a good tongue bath, all the while Rob purred like a kitten. Then I decided to take things to the next level. I pulled Steve's pajama bottoms down to expose his magnificent ass. His shaved hole winked at me, inviting my tongue. Never one to refuse a good invitation, I rimmed my son for all I was worth. I slurped and sucked at Steve's delicious ass while he gave Rob's cock his full attention. Rob looked up at what was going on. "Man! You rim him too? Far out!" "That's nothing," I said, getting to my feet. I put my hand on Steve's shoulder, indicating for him to back off, then I pulled Rob's pj bottoms down and off. I lifted his legs over his head and dove in between his cheeks, licking his ass just as I had done his cousin's. Meanwhile Steve slipped out of his pj's and stood before us naked, his cock proudly erect. Rob admired Steve's body. "Hey, you shave? Cool." "You like that?" Steve asked. "Yeah," Rob said. "Lemme get a piece of that." Steve straddled his cousin's chest and put his cock near Rob's mouth. Rob grabbed the throbbing member with one hand and plunged down the length of it. He sucked his cousin with abandon, slurping, all the while I was eating his ass out. He pulled the cock out of his mouth and paused. That looks so hot, you shaved like that," he said. "Maybe I ought to try it." "Stand by," Steve said, and ran off into the bathroom. He returned in a few moments with a bowl of warm water, a wash cloth, shaving cream and a disposable razor. "Next!" he called, in his best impression of a barber. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked him. "Yeah, why not?" Steve wet the wash cloth and thoroughly soaked his cousin's pubic area. Rob's throbbing cock was leaking precum profusely. "First we get it nice and-a wet," Steve said in a phony Italian accent. "Then we add-a the lather." "And-a now, it's-a bye bye bush!" He deftly scraped the lather from Rob's pubic mound, leaving it as smooth as it had been the day he was born. "First taste!" I called, and licked the copious precum from the tip before taking his seven inch length fully in my mouth. "Man, I can't remember ever being this turned on," Rob said. "First I get shaved, then my uncle sucks me off?" I gave him a few good strokes then backed off. "Ah, the joys of youth, when everything is an adventure," I said. "You ought to try it, Dad," Steve said. "Yeah, Uncle Dick, it feels so good!" "Well, maybe so," I said, "But first, I think we need to finish up your balls and beyond." I hiked Rob's legs up in the air again, and lathered him from balls to butthole. Steve wielded the razor again, and soon he was completely denuded. "My turn!" Steve called, and buried his face in Rob's hairless ass. If the thought of those two getting it on had gotten me hard, then seeing it happen was the ultimate stimulation. I watched my son rimming the everlasting shit out of his cousin's ass (not literally, of course) and stroked my bone. Steve's ass was up in the air, once again inviting me in, so I planted my face between his cheeks and went for seconds. He wiggled his butt in my face, then said, "That reminds me. You have an appointment with your friendly neighborhood barber." Steve grabbed the wash cloth and soaked my pubes, then Rob squirted some shaving cream into his hand and lathered me up, making sure to give a few soapy strokes to my cock. "Jacking my uncle off," Rob remarked. "I thought that only happened in stories." He took the razor in hand and proceeded to shave my mound bare, making sure he didn't neglect the shaft, handling it as much as he could. "Now lay down so I can get the rest of it," he said, but before I could lift my legs for him, he sucked my cock into his mouth, teasing the head with his tongue as he went by. There must be something in the family genes that produces good cocksuckers, I thought. I remembered Rob's father, my brother, and his expert ministrations from when we were in our young teens. That is, until he started noticing Linda Murray, who was now his wife. Their son was obviously just as highly skilled as his father, and Steve was no slouch in the oral department, either. Having brought me to the brink of orgasm, Rob stopped and lathered up my balls and ass. Steve stepped in with the razor, and within minutes, I was as hairless as they were. "Such a sweet, hairless ass," Rob said. "I've just got to try it out." "I wish you would," I answered. Rob retrieved the lube from the nightstand, and greased us both up. He had me get on all fours, and proceeded to slide his beautiful cut cock in my waiting hole. Slowly and gently he inserted his cock, until his bare pubis rested against my globes. "This is going to be good," I said to myself. And it was. Rob slowly began the back and forth motions, his rod sliding past my prostate on every stroke. Each stroke sent another thrill through my body, radiating from my asshole to the tips of my toes and beyond. As he fucked in and out, I felt him tense. "Huh?" Steve was kneeling behind his cousin. "Double your pleasure, double your fun," he said. "Ohhhoho," Rob cried as Steve lubed him up and slid his own pole in. What a picture that must have made: Me getting fucked by my nephew, and him getting fucked in turn by my son. The air was full of the smell of sweat and sex as three men writhed and squirmed in lustful abandon. "Oh, God, you guys, this is so hot!" Rob cried. "You do this all the time?" "Oreo-ing our relatives? No," I said as he pumped my ass. "But we fuck each other all the time." Okay, so we weren't technically an Oreo, but a vanilla creme. But speaking of creme . . . "Aggh . . . gaggh . . .gggahh!" Rob hollered as he unloaded into me. "Ainkhh . . . uhhhhh . . . gggahh!" Steve let loose his own load into his cousin. "Ahhhh," I sighed as the boys each pulled out and collapsed in a heap on top of me. "I love you, Daddy," Steve said, and kissed me hard. "I love you too, Uncle Dick," Rob said, and he kissed me, too. "And I love you, too, Rob," Steve said, and the two boys kissed. We lay there, totally spent, for a few minutes before Rob said, "I've got to go see my counselor. We got to make arrangements about grants and scholarships, and see about housing for next term." "Or maybe you could live here," Steve said, with a gleam in his eye. "I wonder if I could keep my mind on my studies? Or just on the STUDS?"