Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2016 11:19:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: One Of Us

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*****

Trish was almost absurdly grateful when I offered to host Cody for the
summer. Not that he couldn't take care of himself, he was making the
transition into manhood just fine. But I knew, without her having to say
it, that it was hard work feeding a big, healthy teenager like him on her
small salary, and if she didn't have to worry about him, she could work
some overtime and get a little more money set aside for his upcoming
college expenses. And more importantly, she could get a little time for
herself. My little sister had worked her ass off ever since her no-good
husband took off years back, and Cody had turned into a fine young man. I
know having me and Miller around helped a lot with that, and I was glad to
do it. That's what family is for, after all.

I knew Miller and Cody were fooling around, had been for a good while now,
and it didn't bother me. Some people would be all judgmental and censorious
about something like that, but I was never wired that way. Me and Miller
understood each other real well, and he was very much cut from the same
cloth as me. I know Cody had always had kind of a little bro-ish crush on
him, and that was OK too. It's how boys were, sometimes. And part of
helping them become men was to let them explore things like that, on their
own terms. I was pretty certain Miller was never going to give me a heart
attack by knocking some girl up accidentally, and it looked like Cody was
going to spare my little sister the same kind of bad surprise. So, good for
them. They weren't hurting anyone, just exploring like young men sometimes
do, and if it kept them out of trouble, well, who was I to intervene?

The house was quiet when I got home from work, and I figured the boys were
out poolside. Probably skinny-dipping, knowing Miller and how persuasive he
could be. I smiled to myself as I stripped out of my khakis and dress
shirt, and slipped a pair of shorts over my bare ass.

I stepped out onto the deck and saw the boys down by the pool, beautifully
naked, locked in an embrace. Miller sat propped on the pool fence, his
strong thighs spread, Cody nestled between them, head tilted up to meet
Miller's as they explored each other's mouths. Miller's big hands played
down Cody's tanned back, over the firm twin mounds of his baseball player's
ass, cupping and squeezing them. I smiled, feeling my cock firm up in my
shorts, watching the two young men get lost in each other.

They finally came up for air, both grinning, Miller gently cuffing the back
of Cody's pool-wet hair, as I padded quietly down the stairs towards
them. Miller saw me and shot me that easy smile as I approached, giving me
a slight, subtle nod. So, they'd been talking. Good.

"Hey, fellas," I said, and chuckled at the way Cody literally jumped in
surprise at the sound of my voice.

Cody's face was the picture of guilt, a shocked blush glowing on his cheeks
as he put a foot of space between himself and Miller, his hard young cock
pointing up towards the sky, just like Miller's was. His head swiveled back
and forth, from Miller to me, then down to look at his erection, which he
quickly tried to cover with his hands.

"It's OK, bud," I chuckled, clapping one hand on his shoulder, feeling the
boy flinch. "I'd be surprised if you two weren't
skinny-dipping. Relax. It's just us guys here. No big deal. Me and Miller
do it all the time."

Cody shot Miller a look, and I definitely knew they'd been talking. Without
saying anything more, I turned and dove into the pool, coming up just in
time to see Miller's big, naked young body diving gracefully into the water
near mine.

"C'mon, bud, I told you, it's OK," I said with a reassuring smile.

Cody still looked unconvinced and embarrassed as hell, still cupping his
hands over his semihard cock, so I reached down underwater, slipped off my
board shorts, and tossed them up on the deck, where they landed nearly at
his feet. If it was possible for the kid to blush any deeper, he would
have, but his eyes were drawn from the wet clump of my shorts to the
bigness of my muscles, the way my chest hair clung wetly to my pecs and the
still-muscled swell of my abdomen. I still had a good strong body, and if
Miller had helped Cody bulk up and make the great gains he had, converting
his lithe teenage body into a young man's more solidly muscled one, well,
Miller had learned all about that from working out with me.

Cody was frozen with indecision, trying not to stare at the heft of my cock
floating just below the surface of the warm water. And then Miller
crash-tackled me, driving us both underwater. When we resurfaced, laughing
and sputtering, I locked my big arm round Miller's neck in a headlock and
we wrestled for a few minutes, Cody looking on with a kind of longing on
his handsome young face. It was a little heartbreaking, honestly, seeing
him yearning so visibly for the deep, playful father-son connection me and
Miller had.

Finally, he seemed to decide, and he plunged into the warm water to join
us. At first, he watched on with a hesitant smile as he floated in the
water. When we finally settled down, Miller's big arm around the thickness
of my neck, the two of us smiling at him, Cody's blush returned with a
vengeance. I gave Miller a look and a subtle squeeze of my arm around his
waist. We'd been talking, too. The ball was in his court. This was Miller's
game, now.

"Really, bro, it's cool," Miller said, then detached himself from me and
swam over to the kid. "Just relax," he said, and before Cody had a chance
to say anything or pull back, Miller leaned in and kissed him, softly.

I could see Cody trying to pull back, and Miller circling his strong arms
around the kid to hold him close, his lips pressing firmly to Cody's,
working gently until they began to loosen and respond. It was a rare
pleasure watching my son work his magic, deploying his skilled lips and
tongue on somebody. Slowly they worked their charms on Cody, easing the
kid, making him forget almost everything else but the warmth, the softness,
the gentle press of Miller's tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. Even
with the refraction of the water, I could see his big teenage cock had
hardened back up again, just like Miller's, and soon enough, the kid was
melting back into Miller's embrace, like he'd forgotten I was there.

Eventually they came up for air, both grinning like idiots, and as Miller
cuffed the back of Cody's head affectionately again, then slowly ruffled
his hair in an unmistakably intimate way, I saw the kid cut eyes at me, his
happy smile turning into another furious blush. Like he couldn't believe
they'd done that, right in front of me. I knew he'd feel that way. Me and
Miller had both expected it.

"I told you, bro," I heard Miller say to him, low and deep, lifting Cody's
chin to look him in the eyes. "Everything's OK. Trust me. Trust us."

With that, he swam the short distance over to me, his arms slipping round
my neck as mine slipped round his waist, drawing him in close. I gave Cody
a reassuring smile, a wink, then leaned in to meet Miller's eager,
searching lips with my own. I heard Cody gasp in disbelief, as he watched
me pull my big, hunky son more fully against me, our hard cocks tangling
underwater as our tongues met and danced, slowly and deeply. Now Cody knew
where Miller got his kissing skills from.

Me and Miller had been close like this for some time, a good few years now,
and it was just the way we liked it. He'd stayed local to go to school -
not for this, but because he wanted to, and it just so happened to let us
explore each other more deeply, more fully, building even more on what we'd
been leading to ever since the divorce. Just him and me, figuring out a new
way to be family and be men, together. Something we both enjoyed. And now I
knew that Cody was searching for that too, searching for the family he'd
always craved, and found it all wrapped up in the manly intimacy he'd
wanted just as much, well, this was going to be a good summer for him. For
all of us. it wasn't a plot me and Miller had engineered, nothing like that
- just a natural evolution of their bond as cousins, and our bond as men,
as family.

I could have gotten lost in Miller's talented lips and tongue, and I knew I
was leaking a steady stream of precum into the saltwater of the pool, just
like my boy was. It wouldn't have been the first time, or even the fiftieth
time we'd done this down here. But this was the first time we weren't on
our own together. There was something bigger, even more important at play
here. Higher stakes. Something greater than our secret, shared pleasure. So
reluctantly, I pried myself away from our intense, deep kiss, and smiled at
Cody. Miller turned his head and did the same.

"Everything's cool, buddy," I said, as reassuringly as I knew how. He
looked stunned, his mouth an O of shock as he stared at us.

"You're safe with us, bro," Miller chimed in. "However you want to
be. We're here for you... little brother."

I saw the look ripple across Cody's face at that, the yearning beneath the
shock. Like Miller had touched him in that secret place. We'd talked about
it, Miller and me, and we knew it was there, had been since they were
little boys. I think Miller wanted it as much as Cody did. A little
brother. Someone to share with. As much as Cody wanted that connection, of
family, deep and true. We were already family, sure... but closer than
cousins, or uncle and nephew. Real family, the kind he'd never had. And
when Miller had asked me in bed one night if I'd thought about it, thought
about Cody like that... as one of us, as real family... it had been a
relief to say yes. And to admit that yeah, I'd imagined him being as close
as me and Miller were. Truly one of us.

So we shifted a little closer to Cody, still staring at us, back and forth
between us, his face and eyes so full of questions, but without the words
to ask. Shifted closer, and stretched our hands out to him, reached to draw
him into us. And slowly, unsure at first, he let us gather him into our
embrace.

The kid trembled as we pulled him close, our arms slipping around him, my
hand rubbing up and down his spine reassuringly as Miller leaned in and
pressed his lips to the crook of Cody's neck. He let out a soft whimper,
the first real sound he'd made since he got into the pool, and then his
arms slipped round our waists, as my lips came in to mimic Miller's on the
other side of his neck, making him tremble and gasp even more.

"We're really glad you're spending the summer with us, bro," Miller
said. "It's gonna be a special time."

"Special for all of us, if you want it to be... son," I said, and Cody's
eyes were big and wet as he stared at me, letting out another soft, shocked
moan. More than lust - it was pure desire, a deep desire to be with us. To
be with his family.

I leaned in and kissed his lips, real soft, like Miller had a minute
ago. Felt, more than heard, the whimper deep in his throat. And then felt
his lips responding, parting slowly against mine, letting my tongue slip
gently inside his mouth. he whimpered again as our tongues connected,
tentative at first, then began that slow dance. Miller's arms slipped round
us both, gently urging us closer to each other, as he leaned in to kiss our
shoulders encouragingly.

"Uncle Adam..." Cody said faintly when we parted, his eyes full of wonder
and lust and shock.

"It's OK, son," I said, smiling. "If you want to... you can call me Dad,
Cody."

At that, he trembled again, whimpered, and then he practically lunged at my
mouth, kissing me with a ferocious, needy intensity that was all the answer
I needed. I kissed him back, my hand cupping the back of his head, feeling
his arms slip round my neck and his athletic thighs clutch my sides as I
fed him with the same passion I showed Miller, my son. My other son. I'd
been the main man in Cody's life for the better part of a decade, more a
father to him than his deadbeat birth father ever was, and now it was time
to show my nephew how deep a father's love rally could go.

When our kiss broke, Miller was right there, smiling, and the two of them
fell back into their kiss, a brothers' kiss now, and all the more
passionate and intense for it. it was incredibly sensual, but more than
that, it was just beautiful. Real. Right.

"God, I love you guys, so much, you don't even know," Cody half-babbled,
his hands touching us as if to make sure this was all real, that he wasn't
dreaming.

"We do know, son," I said. "Trust us - we love you just us much. You're a
Grant man, after all."

"Yeah," Cody continued. "You're one of us. Family. And now, we can really
show you, little brother."

I would have carried him if I could, and Cody would have let me, I think,
but he wasn't a little boy anymore - he was a young man, big and strong and
muscled, and big and strong as I was, the days were long gone when I could
carry him in my arms. So I took his hand, and Miller took the other, and we
climbed up out of the pool, up the stairs, and into the house, water
streaming off our naked bodies, stripped down to wet skin and hard cocks
and totally free to be who we wanted to be now.

Miller pulled some towels from the laundry closet, and we both rubbed Cody
down, him staring at us in lusty wonder the whole time, an amazed grin on
his handsome young face as we swiped the water from his skin, then ours,
and then led him to my bedroom. And there, in a tangle of lips and tongues
and damp, salty skin, we welcomed Cody into our family unit properly.

I knew Miller had copped his cherry over the past winter, but it was like
Cody was a virgin all over again, coming to us naked and clean and eager, a
little edge of apprehension behind it as he felt the bigness of my cock,
bare-headed and attentively slicked with lube by Miller almost
ceremonially, pressing against the tightness of his tender young
hole. Tight, like a virgin... and then slowly opening to me for the first
time. So tight, so warm, his eyes like deep pools of love and gratitude, as
he welcomed me inside of him, as a man, as a father, as his Dad
now. Scratching that deep-seated, lonely itch that had been inside of him
since his birth father had walked out of his life when he was a little
boy. It took me back to the first time Miller and I had made love like
this, as father and son, the feeling of his tight, hungry depths opening to
the man who'd made him. I hadn't made Cody, but I loved him like I did, and
now I was going to love him the way I loved my other son. The way this
father knew best, the way his boys wanted him to.

There was too much in the air, too much emotion and intensity for either of
us to last long, and when Cody shivered and wailed and began to rain his
thick young cum all over the tightly crunching muscles of his abs, I lost
myself deep inside of him. Filled him up with paternal seed as he clutched
at the big bulge of my triceps, our lips and tongues tangling together
sweetly as we panted and moaned our love for each other. And then when I
slipped out, he nodded to Miller and reached for him, and my big-dicked son
stepped up, a loving grin on his face as his own lube-slicked cock nuzzled
its way against Cody's freshly-fucked hole, feeling his father's cum easing
his way as he slid inside of his newly-crowned little brother. Not their
first time fucking, but their first time as brothers, and all the more
powerful for it, as I lay on my side next to them, rubbing Cody's cum into
the muscles of his stomach, watching my boys go deep together.

"Don't cum yet, little bro," Miller panted against Cody's lips, as I
watched his beautifully muscled body tense up all over, the telltale sign
of his impending orgasm. "Save it for inside me. Save it for your big bro,
kid."

"I love you, bro," Cody moaned, and that did it for Miller. He twitched,
shivered, stared deep into Cody's eyes, and then looked at me, his face a
mask of pleasure as he flooded Cody with his seed. I smiled, leaned in to
kiss him, and then Cody. My cock was raring hard again, but I was content
to watch my boys bond for now, as Miller slowly slipped out of Cody, then
rose up over him, flush-faced and dewy with sweat, grinning at the kid as
he straddled his waist.

I watched the creamy-skinned muscles of Miller's perfect ass dimple and
flex as he lowered myself, and reached over to guide Cody's throbbing
thickness up, positioning him at his big brother's tight entrance, ready to
fully become part of our family. My cock throbbed insistently, and I gave
it a lazy, sticky stroke as I laid back and took in the sight of my boys
coming together again. There'd be time for more pleasure later, all
evening, all summer, and beyond, for all of us, together. Just like it had
with me and Miller, everything would flow naturally from here. Because Cody
was one of us now, and that was all that mattered.